Poolside

[Kaji Fireson]

May 21st, 2011
Mantra on the Esplanade
Room 419
Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia

Ah!

The monstrous form of Jacob Whitehead bolts upright in his hotel room in Darwin. The sheet clings to his chest without him holding it there, the cold sweat keeping it plastered there. His thick chest heaves as he struggles to recompose himself. After a few moments of utterly failing to do so, Jacob growls to himself as he heaves the sheet away from him and gets up, plodding around the bed so he can get to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Jacob turns on the faucet and bends down so he can splash the cold water on his face. He shakes his head primitively as he fights off the very sensations of cold and shock that he came into the bathroom to induce on himself. He takes a deep breath, chest thrust out again with the motion, but this time, he's able to steady his breathing.

He looks up at himself in the mirror for a moment. After considering his reflection for what seems like an eternity, but is probably closer to fifteen seconds, the gargantuan grappler chuckles a bit to himself. That chuckling then turns into full-on maniacal laughter, the mirth he suddenly feels coursing through his body crippling him, causing him to double over and hold himself up with the marble countertop to keep from falling to the floor.

He continues laughing for about a minute, with no concern with what those in neighboring rooms might think about a seven-foot behemoth laughing maniacally in a foreign hotel room. After that, he seems to be out of breath and settles down, coming down from his full-blown maniacal cackling to an occasional derisive chuckle. And what is it that he's been laughing about all this time?

It is ridiculous how nervous I am about the fucking club. I had a fucking nightmare about something that doesn't even matter...it's not like my job or my apartment are on the line. I've been freaking out over a fucking side project!

This summons more maniacal laughter from the big man, though this fit doesn't last nearly as long as before. After a few moments he gets himself situated again, shaking his head at his reflection.

Wrestling was my distraction from an issue that wasn't even really an issue. Whether or not Liz has or had it well in hand was completely beside the point; even if this club gets torn down, we can just buy another one and fix it up instead.

Jacob chuckles to himself some more before heading out to the main room of his hotel suite. He's dressed in just his boxers, which are a solid black in color and don't leave much room for his thighs to move, but he makes do with what he's got as he stoops down to heave a suitcase up onto the bed. Digging through it, it doesn't take very long for him to find what he was looking for: a pair of oversized swimming trunks that are a solid navy blue, with a few lighter blue accents to keep things from getting too monotonous. He sets these aside, notes that Liz still isn't in the room, and grins.

I bet I know where I'll find my lover...

May 21, 2011
Mantra on the Esplanade
Outdoor Patio and Pool Area
Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia

Jacob, now dressed in a closed and tightly tied hotel robe that somehow manages to fit his infamous frame, saunters along beside the pool, looking for a vacant lounge chair. Given that it's nine in the morning, you'd think there'd be less people in the pool, but it's also a Saturday, and it's APW pay-per-view time, so there are probably a lot of Aussies that have been drawn to Darwin for the big show.

All the same, Jacob eventually manages to find a free chair. Actually there are two, right next to each other, with a robe hanging over one and a towel laying on the table next to it with a book, some suntan lotion, and a pair of designer sunglasses with deep violet accents. Jacob smirks as he plants himself firmly in the accompanying lounge, opening his robe to reveal those blue swim trunks (which, on him, seem far less oversized than they should) and the rest of his body bared to the world as he works on tanning a little bit.

It isn't long before Jacob is distracted from his sunbath by a large splash. He furrows his brow and sits up in his chair, then immediately smirks when he sees who it is.

Hey there, beautiful...come here often...?

Jacob smirks as the incomparable woman whips back her platinum blond mane, revealing a small nose, lucious, ruby red lips that are currently parted in a smirk of her own, and eyes that open and reveal their deepest violet hues. Her bikini top, a flimsy number easily pushed around by two full, gleaming breasts and tied around the back of her neck, seems like it would be a purple that would pop and get you to take notice until you notice the color of her eyes, when the bikini would proceed to pale in comparison. Those vivid violet eyes train themselves on Jacob's eyes as her lips curl up into a deeper smirk.

Only with you, my dear...only with you.

Liz proceeds to unceremoniously walk up the steps (revealing progressively more and more of her pale frame, covered only by that bikini top and an equally inadequate bikini bottom of the same color) before laying down on her lounge chair next to Jacob. Jacob follows her lead, laying down on his own lounge chair. Liz sneaks a peek at the thickly muscled frame of her lover before slipping her sunglasses on and kicking back. Jacob mostly keeps his eyes on Liz.

So how's the fundraising for the club going?

Oh, it's already done.

This causes Jacob to raise an eyebrow and sit back up on his chair, turning his body to face Liz.

What?

Oh yeah. I had it wired to my account while you were fucking up Marvin. I just need to wait until we're back stateside before I get it out. No good can come of trying to go through customs with all that money.

Liz doesn't miss a beat as Jacob looks baffled beyond measure.

When did you manage to raise that kind of money in six weeks?

Liz shrugs a bit as she leans back, letting the sun dry her skin.

I didn't, really...it's more a gift that I left with a friend of mine for rainy days. All I really had to do was call in the favor.

Then why did you wait until now to do so?

Oh, I contacted him right after I found out about the situation. It's just taken him this long to respond. He's a busy guy.

Jacob furrows his brow, leaning back against the chair.

I see...

It's obvious that he doesn't, but he doesn't want to press the issue further, so he just tries to relax some more.

Ready to maim Havok finally?

Jacob smirks; this is a topic of conversation he can get behind.

Oh yeah. That fucker is not going to know what hit him. He thinks he's King Shit just because he can disappear when the lights go out? Well, he'd better have that trick prepared for our match, because that's the only way he's making it out of Darwin with all his limbs still intact.

Let me get this straight. You are honestly stupid enough to believe that Jacob Whitehead, a man who clearly and distinctly advertises the fact that what I'm about is sex and maiming grown men in the middle of a wrestling ring, is going to be in cahoots with the goody two-shoes we call our boss? Really?

Look, Havok, I know you want to think of yourself as this big, bad threat to everything that's held sacred in APW, but everything you've done to me, I've proven I can do just as well, if inot better than you, Enforcer, and besides that, I've actually been winning my fucking matches. You want to sneak attack me with a steel pipe, well I catch you with the most lethal brass knuckles ever conceived. You want to tie Liz up on the curtain, well I'll tie you up on the fucking turnbuckle and make you watch what I'm going to do to you tomorrow night. So far, the only thing that you've done that I haven't is make Liz pissed off by making wildly inaccurate accusations--

Oh, he didn't make me upset.

Jacob stops, raising an eyebrow as he turns his head back toward Liz.

You seemed pretty pissed when he called you a herpes hotspot.

Liz just chuckles as she takes her glasses off so Jacob can properly see her face.

My dear, I only acted pissed off because he wanted me to be pissed off. He clearly has problems with asserting himself, so I made him feel like he was in control for once. You know, with out having to tie me up like he's trying to act out a bad bondage fetish.

Jacob furrows his brow.

First of all, that's not like you at all. Second of all, why would you do that?

Liz smirks, ruby lips curling into a smirk as she leans back against the chair, the shades returning to her face as she settles in.

You said it yourself, babe. He's done nothing that you haven't done better. He needed an ego boost before he starts cutting.

Jacob smirks.

Fair enough, my love.

So. The only thing you've done so far that I haven't is something that wasn't even genuinely affectual. Congratulations, Havok, your only accomplishment in our feud has been awakening and angering a giant. You think you have everything under control, but guess what: you don't. Everything spiraled out of your control the moment you locked Liz to the curtain and decided you needed that steel pipe to get the job done against me. You want to think you are just as bad as me, but you're the one that provoked a giant. I didn't need to blindside anybody to tell the world that I'm going to dominate Action Pro Wrestling, that was you. I'm not the one that needs to pull all these cheap magic tricks to intimidate people, that's all you, son. I'm also not the one that feels the need to sue APW just because I got roughed up by someone that I attacked first! No, Havok, that's you. The man that's wanting to prove himself as the biggest, baddest man in the business, is the same man that tried to threaten Jeff with legal action because of a fight YOU started.

Are you going to sue me if you lose your match? Are you going to decide you're too cool for APW and bail again? Or are you going to finally realize that you are nothing but a man trying to wave your cock around and intimidate everyone while everyone sees you for what you really are, an insecure little needle dicked punk?

What you do after our match is not my concern. Here's what I do know.

Jacob stands up from his lounge chair. Liz notices this and starts sitting up as well, but Jacob expedites the process by yanking her up to her feet next to him. It's suddenly much more noticeable that Liz and Jacob, between the two of them, are wearing three pieces of clothing. Four if you count sunglasses.

So three.

I know that tomorrow night, I'm going to go into the ring and do my business with you. Then, once you've been thoroughly dispatched, I'm coming back to the hotel and I'm going to fuck Liz through the walls of our suite. Because that's what I do. I fuck your shit up, then I fuck Liz. And if you want to stand in my way, fine, but you'd better be prepared for the Lightning Strike that you're going to suffer at my hands.

You still think you're the baddest man in town?

Jacob smirks, then whisks Liz up off her feet and kisses her brutally firmly, all while carrying her effortlessly back to the hotel as the scene fades.