[A blanket of darkening clouds gather over head, blotting out the warming sun and the pristine blue skies. Yet even without the blistering light of the mid-day, the humidity was rather thick and tiresome. No gentle breeze stirred to offer any relief, everything was quite still. Even the things around the homestead of the Langford family farm seem quiet for the most part. The animals though turned out seemed to mill about near the barn in their own separate pens too timid to go out any further with the coming threat of rain. The only thing outside of the usual is Austin’s truck sit parked out in front of the house directly up on to the lawn. The brilliant green coloration of the garden hose snaking it’s way to the truck through the rich grass could be seen lay plopped down in a small heap. About four red children’s pales sat in a row with in the bed of the truck foaming with soapy water. And two large sponges sat next to the piles, one respectfully upon either side….Clear the truck was prepped for what looked to be a rather thorough resident car wash, as the sound of a screen door slamming closed catches the camera’s attention. From the porch walks Tristen Langford. Rising ACW hopeful, and a rather beautiful diva by far. She is seen with her dark sandy blonde hair pulled back into a mock bun to keep p and out of her face and neck. She is seen wearing a ruby red bikini top that leaves little to the imagination as the fabric barely covers over the supple purity of each rounding breast, before being tied back securely around her neck and around her well toned back. With only a pair of faded rather short blue jean cuts offs that sit sensually low upon her slender hips caressing her sweet firm ass, she walks bare footed out towards the Truck…..
Gingerly upon reaching the truck, Tristen hops into the back and picks up a sponge and plunges it into one of the pales and then pulls it out before walking towards the cab where she tentively begins to scrub. It was at this at the front of the truck we see Austin Fox, leaning down fixing something on the grill of the truck. He wore a pair of very worn jeans and a white wife beater t-shirt that was a bi worn and soaked with water to the point of sticking to his skin. Austin also wore a black cowboy hat, which had gotten a bit wet as well. As Tristen walked near him, he looked up and smiled before standing up straight.]
Austin: All fixed.
Tristen: Good, now you can help me wash this bad boy up….
[She chuckled as she threw the soapy sponge at him, hitting him square in the chest. Standing up right off the roof of the cab, suds and water soaked through her swim top and ran rather sensually down her flat firm abdomen.]
Austin: You keep getting wet like that and we'll never finish.
Tristen: Oh really now?
[Tristen inquired as she brought her hands up to her firm tummy, and began to ever so slowly dance her finger tips lightly over her skin up towards her breasts…Where she pushed them together and grinned seductively at him before flicking water playfully at him. Giggling, she turned to head back for the second sponge.]
Austin: Oh now that's it.
[Austin grabbed Tristen and started tickling her while getting both of them wet, They played around to the point of knocking Austin's hat on the ground and as he bent down to pick it up, Tristen shoved him over. Austin fell to the ground laughing and reached up as if asking for Tristen's hand only to pull her down on top of him. Giggling she willingly laid on top of him, straddling his waist as she leaned down and began to kiss him passionately upon the lips. As they kiss they hear someone clear their throat causing them both to look up. It is at this point that they noticed the camera that had been filming them the whole time. Tristen groaned in dismay as she carefully sits back in a rather intimate position, not only revealing the rather noticeable tightness in his jeans, but their desire for each other. Casually she gets up and extends a hand down to Austin.]
Tristen: Let me help you up babe.
[Austin laughs as he gets up and puts back on his cowboy hat. Looking at the person whom cleared their throat, he gave a bit of a groan before smiling.]
Austin: I know I know price of being a wrestler.
Tristen: If they weren’t having their heads up our asses lord knows where else they would be….But all the same might as well make use of the promotion don’t you think Austin?
[She inquired as she graciously stepped in front of Austin to hide his arousal from the camera, while wrapping his arms around her smaller frame.]
Austin: True our opponents did say....Well they didn't say much of anything worth mentioning but they did grace us with their presence. It's only fair.
Tristen: Quite right, we should return the favor honestly…Whom do you think we should address first Austin?
[Tristen inquired as she glanced over her shoulder towards him.]
Austin: Might as well work backwards start with the two people with the 3rd grade insults then we'll push them out the way and address the grown ups.
Tristen: Ahh yes, I mean it considering all things since we are country bumpkins, it would seem like the best bet for a place to start. I do have a few rather interesting things to little Miss. Thang and her seemingly laid back but reasonable counter part.
Austin: Well she seems to be focused on you so much that it’s an obsession. I mean she's more focused on causing you pain than worrying about the match itself. Is someone a little jealous that there is female here that out shines her. I mean she’ll get her day. It may be second to you but second best isn’t bad you know.
Tristen: No kiddin, it is nothing to sneeze about. I am not sure how the hell I offended her, but she has a itching grudge against me that I am willing to oblige her on. But let’s face facts Malicia there is just more then me you should be focusing on…
[Tristen began, before turning to look into the camera more directly.]
Tristen: And that is everyone else involved with in this match. You should not over look anyone, because if you leave room for but simple mistake then you might as well kiss your chance at the titles good bye. But should you win or lose, how about we make something out of it. How about after the tournament is over we square off in the ring, pending Mr. X’s approval of course.
[Austin smiles and tilts his at a bit before propping his arm up on Tristen’s shoulder as if to tell her that’s my girl.]
Tristen: I mean after all that way we can just see truly whom the best is if you wish to put it in those terms, without any interference from anyone else. Unless you seem unwilling to face me head on. Someone so head strong as yourself, that thinks she can take on the world wouldn’t have a problem with facing lil’o me in the ring one on one after the tournament now would you?
[Tristen inquired as cocked an innocent brow, while titling her head off to the side a little. Casually she leans back into Austin, as she sighs in comfort.]
Tristen: I mean come on, you would get a real chance at beating the hell out of me and zipping my lips so that I don’t utter anymore fluff. I mean you should really listen to Max, you shouldn’t count us out so readily Malicia. Austin nor myself are some easy pushovers. We may appear like some common country folk, but appearances often can be misleading my dear. Remember that…As for the rather hardcore nature of this match up, feel free to put me through fault lines and face washes…I dare ya. Because this county hick is gunna make you squeal like a stuck pig…
[Tristen chuckled casually to herself as she shook her head in disbelief.]
Tristen: What I like about your little group Malicia is the fact that your laid back hypocrite of a side kick in Max Damage. I mean honestly…You sit there say oh it doesn’t matter if we win or lose, but go on to assume you have already won. You say not to count us out yet, but yet underestimate us just as much as Malicia. Maybe you both should take this match a little more seriously then you certainly are then writing it off like you already have it in the bag. But hey, don’t let me burst your bubble…Let’s allow time to do that for you.
Austin: She’s right now. I’d pay to see that and I’d even stay out of it as long as Max there did. The problem with you two is you expect people to fear the name. And I admit it ‘s a fearful name. It lets people know you mean business. That was until you opened your mouth. You aren’t going to a strike fear in a single soul with the third grade playground insults. You were probably the ones that were the little bigger than the other kids so it worked but no your all grown up in size but kept the playground mentality. I understand though you couldn’t question our wrestling ability so you figured you’d rattle us. Have us pissed off and not concentrating on the task at hand. Didn’t work but nice.. nice effort. The problem is this. When that bell does ring and the cage door does close those insults won’t give you the win. We aren’t gonna cry or lay down and we certainly won’t overlook your wrestling ability.
[Austin turns around and looks at Tristen before opening the truck door]
Austin: See you ran your mouth about hurting us but you forget one the other team and two as far we know your flesh and bone too. If your heads hit the cage your blood can spill as well. This is going to be a test of wills as well as ability. Who is going to want it more? Who will be able to deal with the pain and keep pulling themselves up. We know what's at stake but you keep the third grade insults have your daddy there in Max teach the right thing to say as to not put your foot in your mouth Malicia and we will still be the ones that keep coming and keep coming at you no matter what you think you will do. Wake up and be ready because we are.
[Tristen nodded in agreement as she casually walked over towards the truck and sensually leaned against it’s side.]
Tristen: Though we have to admit Austin they did make some rather good points about The Hell Sisters.
[Austin laughs as he steps one foot inside the truck and starts it up before popping the hood.]
Austin: Now those are two sisters I just can't get into. Well you know what I mean?
Tristen: Well you have to give Damage Inc. credit, because in truth they don’t seem like they are on the same page.
Austin: Yeah one seems confident and the other almost scared of a little competition like she already knows that have lose their spot of dominance. Not a good combination going into a steel cage. She tried to say ok and agree with her sister in the end but the damage has been done, we know her confidence isn’t there. A blind man could see it.
Tristen: This was rather pathetic, but the thing is you can’t under estimate them. I mean what if that is their ploy to make you think less of them?
[Austin gets out and walks to the front of the truck. He raises his hood and starts to look at the engine before looking over toward Tristen]
Austin: Way ahead of you baby. They were ruling the roost so to speak before. You can’t look past that fact. I’m still taking them as much of a threat as the other two.
Tristen: Where you have Lilly over reacting at the mere mention of what they are facing, to Latrica not taking it seriously enough. I mean they need to find some common ground don’t you think?
Austin: They may find themselves with something in common after the match. If it's not an act and they can't get on that same page they both will find themselves losers.
Trintiy: Now don’t get overly confident Austin….Either way both Damage Inc. and Hells Sisters are gunna end up facing the facts sooner or later. I just can’t wait to see what they say in response to us this time around.
[Austin slams the hood down and then walks over to Tristen.]
Austin: More name-calling and more teaching us not to mess with them probably. Just rephrasing what they have said..
Tristen: True enough with that…How about for now we get this bad boy washed up and then finish what we started inside?
Austin: Now that sounds like a plan.
[Tristen giggled, as she grasped a hold of the trim of his jeans and pulled him into a rather intimate kiss as the scene begins to fade out on the two lovebirds.]
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