#twcblts

(💬 — Queen 👑): had a late night workout. bunch of pent up energy I needed to get out of my system if you catch my drift, love. 😉

he had been dying to hear those words from her. cody was standing in the corner, he held her cheek gently. he needed this. he needed her. cody gave a huff. the blonde male makes a small huff. “ you know how long i have waited to those words sweetheart?” he asked. the ask was a whisper, it was gentle. he leans in and kissed her on the lips. cody was very much needing this.

the road to mania was a rough one, randy turning on him, the whole.. mess? at least tonight. this time, this moment, he can be safe and happy. with becky. cody kissed her gently, it was gentle. he didn’t go too rough because he didn’t want to. cody huffed. “ i am here now. i am here.” that was a promise! cody makes a small frown. he felt safe here, away from the crowds, away from randy. he wanted this moment alone with her .

It’s really hard to be doing this when she looks at him like that. He almost feels bad, having her trust him enough to let him offer her a drink when she stopped by. But this had to done, didn’t it? She tends to have too many peoples attention and not enough attention from her on him. It’s nerve wracking. Annoying. Something that shouldn’t be allowed. Which, came in this plan. But he hadn’t really thought that far ahead after. He had bothered to clean up his basement, make it look livable with lights, carpets, a bed, a TV area, everything to seem like a small apartment actually. Just without the things like windows or any life really. It’s fine though, this would be their new home until Becky got it through her head what they were meant to be all along. She didn’t need anything or everyone else. No, he can take care of her just fine.

[ irish queen 💜🥰 ] : we talkin' about you or someone else?

[ irish queen 💜🥰 ] : ah, i see.

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Becky had approached him.

That in of itself was ODD. People in the locker room seldom sought Danhausen out unless it had something to do with a curse — or anger in general, really. They were just jealous of how many human monies he was making and how he was a LEGEND with no losses ( only one match, though ) under his belt. Understandable. He'd be jealous, too.

But Becky approached him. Becky had left an, admittedly, weird taste in his mouth. The shirt she'd given him wasn't money, and while he could sell it on Ebay, it wasn't worth the hassle. After all, he was a busy demon man these days. Lots to do, lots to see. Wrestlemaniahausen was close. And then her attitude after? Not curse worthy, and not enough to ruin his day, but it was noticed.

(wrist) - sender has hold of reciever's wrist / wrists

Mox's pacing stops when he's snagged mid-stride by a familiar, firm hand. It makes him twist his momentum, though, in a way intended to yank Bex with him.

Yeah, he was stuck in his own head, and, yeah, that means he was pacing zoochosis-style, boot treads wearing into already exhausted industrial carpet that could use as much of a break as he could. As he never seems to give himself.

But whether or not she's yanked along, he comes to a stop, free hand's fingers drumming against his thigh.

The news report continues its durge. The fire's got a body count, and the source was preventable, and it's already wiped a business he's taken protection money from for years.

He'd help them rebuild, but he has a feeling the owner's among the dead. Next of kin business is sour, like sick in the back of the throat when you're out of everything but bile.

"Okay." He inhales. Holds it. Flicks his eyes to the ceiling. Exhales. "Okay. Next steps, then."

@twcblts

chelsea leans back, one perfectly manicured finger tapping her iced coffee like she’s keeping rhythm with the chaos. a slow, smug smile spreads across her face.

“oh becky, honey… finally, someone with some sense around here,” she says, her voice dripping with dramatic relief. “i mean, honestly, it’s exhausting being the only reasonable person backstage while everyone else is… well, losing their minds over mediocrity.”

she leans forward, conspiratorial, like she’s letting a secret out. “and yes, you are absolutely right. the greatest female wrestler of all time? fact. anyone trying to deny that is clearly… mentally unwell. like, legally. i should probably get that on record too.”

chelsea glances around, lowering her voice to a mock whisper. “and between you and me? it’s about time we remind them why chaos + talent = undefeated, unstoppable, undeniable queen energy.”

her grin widens, iced coffee raised like a toast. “so… ready to bring the justice together, or are we letting them keep thinking they can survive without us?”