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Post by blizzardkaze on May 29, 2007 18:23:57 GMT -4
Shit
All the elevators to were in limbo as Kaze rushed by in a white haired blur.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
It seemed to be the theme of her day as she rocketed up the stairs. She was never late. NEVER, except for today. Her gear bag banged against her thigh with each step, her work out felt like it was wrapping up instead of just beginning as she reached the 4th floor and the public gym they had been calling home, away from the Tower.
Kaze burst into the women's locker room, panting and holding her chest for dear life. She hated running more than anything else on the planet. She thought she was going to die, which was probably for the best; at least she could breath again then.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 29, 2007 18:41:38 GMT -4
It was strange, Jennifer had made her way down to the gym that morning as usual at the same bright, early morning hour that had made her training completely unproductive the first few days. But it was fine, she couldn’t argue with results and she always had Blizzard there right then to get her through the adjustment.
Now here she was, starting her routine alone.
Half an hour. She decided that was the appropriate amount of time before the voicemails started, luckily she never made it to that point as in walked Blizzard, looking like she had gotten started on her own.
Hey, did I space and forget we moved our start time up? Or has the Blizzard Kaze Training Regimen gotten that much more intense since the last time?
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 29, 2007 18:51:02 GMT -4
Kaze smirked, half in pain and half at Jennifer's early morning wit.
I--- know--- how much--- you need--- your beauty--- sleep.
She managed to get out in a reply before ripping the cap off a bottle of water. She took a power gulp, and managed to say.
I am so sorry, Drewz. I got, uhm, tangled up.
There was a lot of truth in that statement, and Blizzard wasn't really trying to hide anything from Drewz. But business was business, and being Tag Team Champions was about as serious as it got. She shouldn't have been late.
She looks at Drewz suspiciously.
Hey, wait a minute. You haven't started yet have you. I mean you could at least fake it to get full guilt points ya know.
She grins, quickly shedding her sweat suit and ready to go in her usual training attire.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 29, 2007 19:17:44 GMT -4
She hadn’t really gotten through much but she decided it would probably be polite to even downplay that, just to make it seem like there was nothing out of the ordinary. She puts her hands on her hips, indignant.
I did, I changed, I grabbed some water, I walked around looking at stuff, did a few stretches that seemed to be gearing up for something. I call it laying the groundwork.
She nods trying to add some gravity to her explanation.
So, tangled up, huh? That’s cool.
It’s clear she’s aware that Blizzard’s choice of words was no accident.
Well what’s important is that we’re both here right now, so you ready to get started Miss Tag Champeen?
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 29, 2007 19:25:46 GMT -4
Kaze grins.
That's what's so wonderful about these things.
She taps the Championship belt laying in her gear bag.
I'm officially incomplete without you.
She hoists her bag over her shoulder and heads out into the gym.
I guess we can skip the warm ups and get right to the fun?
She would rather go right to the cool down, but that wasn't going to fly. Plus with their streak of overly violent matches, they needed to do more not less.
They walked over to the weight station together, the mundane reps began.
You staying out of trouble?
She manages, in between sets.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 29, 2007 19:44:27 GMT -4
Trouble, there wasn’t any shortage of that for Jennifer. She moved down to a new machine and got it set properly as she spoke. The good thing was no one cared how much or how loud she talked since the place was dead except for them again.
Yeah, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before it finds me again. You know me, there’s always something. Stupid Jessie Blair and her being kinda cool all of a sudden. Bad news.
It was sad because she had forgotten about that little problem temporarily because of the pay per view. As she sat down she realized that she needed to keep it at the front of her mind.
How about you?
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 29, 2007 20:14:19 GMT -4
Blizzard continued pressing benches.
You really don't want to know.
18, 19, 20. Blizzard stops pressing and sits up, wiping a towel over her face. 'I've let my young, twenty year old lover move in with me because, besides the obvious, I'm a lonely burnt out Joshi Queen getting closer to a mid-life crisis than anything else'. She didn't say that of course. They would need to be drinking something close to gasoline for that to come out.
I think I've officially lost my mind. But I don't think you will notice any differences.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 29, 2007 20:56:24 GMT -4
Jen stands behind the bench, diligently spotting her, as Blizzard goes on with her sets.
Fun, I really can’t wait to see what that’s like. Between my situation and whatever’s making you lose it, you think we’ll both be committed around the same time? But if we are I’m guessing it’ll be way too similar to working here.
Of course she couldn’t control her curiosity for all things sordid.
So what did it to you?
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 29, 2007 21:08:34 GMT -4
Well, you remember that tangle this morning?
Blizzard starts a second round of sets of weights, trying to count them in her head and speak at the same time.
She's twenty, and I'm not.
She continues grunting against the weights and gravity.
God, am I not twenty. But at least we are the same height.
18, 19,,,,,,, 20. Blizzard gladly took Drewz spotting help on that last one, and sat up again. She skipped over the middle age crisis part, though Drewz would probably put that together all by herself. Especially with the next part coming out.
and have the same address.
Kaze shook her head, she was too old to be swept up in this. What in the hell was she thinking? She wasn't thinking, she was 'feeling' and that's where the trouble always started.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 29, 2007 22:51:00 GMT -4
Whoa.
Her jaw drops as she hears the news, luckily Jen wasn’t still holding a bar bell right over her at the time.
Jen knew that Blizzard and Ashley had met at least once during a skit with Buck and Dice, but she had no idea that things had gone this far this fast without her even knowing about it. Judging from Blizzard’s demeanor the reason was pretty obvious.
So, you and her under the same roof. Interesting. Well, this shouldn’t be too bad, I mean like you said, it’s all about height. And it’ll be cool to have a roommate right, I mean rent isn’t an issue but I'm sure you've got other reasons.
She thinks back to the first time she saw the two together as she looks around and plans the rest of her itinerary.
Plus I’ll actually get to meet her for real. Like where we tell each other our names and everything.
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 29, 2007 23:10:47 GMT -4
Just like real people.
Her brow furrows. She's never been a "real" person before. Sure she's seen it on TV in easy to swallow 30 minute episodes, but actually doing it never occurred to her.
I'm not throwing any dinner parties though, okay? And if you get an invitation to a dinner party, or anything resembling a dinner party? Just turn your back, and walk away. Forget you ever met me. It will be for the best.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 30, 2007 0:44:03 GMT -4
She shrugs.
Jeez, all that over bad tuna casserole? It must be pretty epic for me to need to do all that. But if you say so I’ll stick to the gatherings of the non-dinner variety over at your place. Well parties aside I’ve still got to check out the new set up once it’s done.
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 30, 2007 0:54:38 GMT -4
Speaking of casserole.She turns around, facing Drewz as she works it. Are you trying to kill me with these matches??? I mean, I thought we were friends. Ladders, TLC, what's next?Blizzard stops her rambling, and suddenly begins to look worried. Wait, what is next?Hell in a cell. Tables, back to ladders again? ? Kaze sure could pick the women in her life. One was young and passionate. The other wanted her dead.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 30, 2007 1:10:55 GMT -4
As usual Jen seems a little too prepared for the question she sits on the nearest bench as she lays it all out.
Well, if you look at the trend we keep adding things on to the matches. Now, I know you’re a little worried at this point but if we keep going like this there’s going to be so much stuff in the ring that no one will be able to move, which means the challengers automatically forfeit.
She scans the room to see if anyone was in earshot then leans in close.
I was trying to be sneaky about it so you have to promise you won’t tell anyone about this OK?
Jen was feeling run down from her matches over the past couple of weeks, she was glad to hear that her partner was looking for a change of pace, one that would guarantee they’d be able to walk after their title defenses.
But I do get the point. I guess we could maybe try a regular one next time, see how that works out for us. I mean we really can’t lose.
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 30, 2007 1:19:31 GMT -4
Thank
God.
Well, that was the expression on Kaze's face.
Sounds grea-, I mean sounds good to me. Unless, of course, we are our matched again by some no necks trees with eyes. Then I guess we do what we have to, break their knee caps with ladders until they are more our size.
Hopefully not. She was tired of metal, but she was even more tired of big, sweaty men throwing her around like a garage sale, rag doll.
But I'm with you, if they are about our size and weight? We leave the equalizers under the ring.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 30, 2007 2:12:03 GMT -4
She raises her right hand, swearing a solemn oath to stick to the standard grueling athletic contests sans the hardware for a little while.
Right, under the ring, unless there’s no danger of us getting hit with them and we’re REALLY sure we won’t get caught.
I just hope we get the option of facing someone roughly our size and weight while we still have the belts. I feel like we may need to do an infomercial to get people interested in these. "Recognition as the finest tandem in all wrestling and more can be yours... well not really 'cause we'll pretty much destroy you... if you come after the APW World Tag Team Titles!"
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 30, 2007 3:34:20 GMT -4
Oh that's perfect Drewz. I have absolutely no desire to have a repeat of that PPV fiasco. What a throw together mess that was. But I'll give credit to Royal Flush, at least they came and answered when no one else would. But no more of that. If that means hunting down our opponents and tearing them away from their little safety nets, so be it. I don't know who all held these belts before us, but I plan on returning some shine to them while they are with us.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 30, 2007 3:46:01 GMT -4
Actually, if I’m right we’ve been here for the reign of every tag team champion we’ve had here so far. So, uh yeah agreed 100%. My perspective may be a little skewed, but I think we’re on the right track. And if we make these mean something everyone’s going to want them again, we’ll take them all out and everything will be as it should be again. Cool how that all works together isn’t it? Like a little machine.
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Post by blizzardkaze on May 30, 2007 3:56:01 GMT -4
I love it when you talk like that.
She gives her a mischievous wink and walks by the Stair Master, shooting it an evil look.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 30, 2007 19:39:52 GMT -4
That’s good, because I enjoy hearing myself talk like that. This is why we’re so effective together.
She finishes off a set with free weights as she looks back to see what Blizzard was up to.
Think we’re good here?
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