Post by Your HIGHness on Apr 21, 2016 22:53:47 GMT
Sitting in her now infamous smoking room takes a couple of puffs off of a blunt. She leans back on her couch as she passes the blunt to her husband Burn, who is sitting next to her. Her fingers snake under the sunglasses she is wearing. Softly in the background Prince plays.
“This is such a shitty day.” She groans through her hands.
“Well, days after your birthday usually are.” Burn takes his puffs and passes it back to Sativa. She accepts it and curls up against her Husband.
“Yeah but I totally drank WAY too much last night and I wake to hear Prince died. Shit. Fucking. Day.” She takes a couple puffs and then ashes the blunt before offering it back to Burn. He declines and Sativa takes a few more puffs before setting it in the ashtray.
“Yeah, that did give the day a sour start.”
“Plus I have to freshen up on my Japanese since I have to be there on the 30th.”
“Oh yeah, aren't you and Bryan teaming up this time, a bit of a random group isn't it?”
“Kinda, he, Ramona, and Bronx kinda ran around while I was gone. He wanted to do this tourney but Aidan didn't want to go to Japan so he called me up and asked. And of course I said yes, why wouldn't I want a shot at tag teal titles?” She sits up long enough to grab the blunt and puff on it a couple more times.
“This is gonna be a real test, though. A one-night tournament. Three tag team matches then a triple threat tag team ladder match. Good thing that Corvin has been training with me more and more. Guess he decided to join that Manifest Destiny Tournament so he needs all the training he can get.” She hits the blunt again before offering it to Burn. He accepts it then time, ashing it before hitting it.
“So, who are your first round opponents? They will probably be the second biggest hurdle for this.” Burn puffs on the blunt and passes it back to Sativa.
“Some team called Jet City. Looks like either a brother sister or husband wife team.”
“How can you not know which one it is?”
“Cause all I know about them is the name, both team and individual people's.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, they are some unknown as fuck team. Like, did they just one day get a wild hair up their asses and decide to be tag team wrestlers? Did they get a little bit of schooling somewhere and think they could compete with the big boys right out of the gate? It's fucking frustrating as fuck.” More puffs on the blunt followed by more passing. Sativa sits up, getting more animated as she rants.
“Seriously babe, this team is gonna try what little patience I have. I understand their reasoning, I really do. Come up from obscurity and pull off the biggest underdog story of wrestling. What a better way to launch yourselves into stardom. Their only problem is, they overlooked the glaring mistake in that plan. They are actually going to be facing off against real teams and people who are very good at tag team wrestling.
“Namely, Bryan and I. Both of us are former tag team champions. I have been trained by one of the greatest tag team wrestlers in history. How do they honestly think they are gonna compete with the likes of us? I am starting to lean towards the siblings thought about you guys. But, more like siblings who's older sister is also their mom and their dad is also their grandfather.
“Ya know, the kind of family tree that doesn't branch off, just kinda grows straight?” The couple burst into a fit of laughter. After they get it under control Burn leans over and gets into a mini-fridge and pulls out a couple bottles of tea. He trades one to Sativa for the blunt. She shakes the bottle before opening it and taking a huge swig.
“Holy shit, something just hit me, and not it's not the weed. Since I literally only know these people's names I assumed the team was male female, like Bryan and myself. I never for a second assumed it could be two dudes. They might actually be brothers. Then again when you spell Kris with a K instead of C H it usually implies woman.
“Then again this could be a Caitlyn Jenner thing and they might be a defector. Could have been Chris, with a C-H and just loved the name so much that when they lost their D they switched the name to a K. Either way I am going to assume they are the bitch of the team. Male or female doesn't matter, still a bitch. Either it's gonna be by genetics or spelling, makes no difference. Seems like they will also, most likely, be the weak link in the team. A link that Bryan and I will exploit to destroy the team. To end their dreams of glory.”
Sativa takes the offered blunt and puffs on it, sitting back. The weed taking effect and calming her anger and hangover. “This tournament is probably gonna be fun as hell. Just have to get past this unknown team. Oh well, fuck it. They are just gonna Get Fucked.”
The pair burst into laughter again at Sativa's utterance of her catch phrase. The two get even more comfortable as Sativa remotely turns up the music. As she puts the end of the blunt into the ashtray for good she picks up another and lights it. The recovery session was just getting started, there was a lot to recover from.
