Post by drakeconnors on Feb 9, 2020 23:39:57 GMT -6
Hours Before Mayhem, OFF CAMERA
They'd spent the previous week leading up to tonight training together, coming up with spots and, he felt, some pretty cool moves that should surprise more than a few people... Especially the Dimter crew.
Drake smirks as he strides the backstage halls, his gear bag over his shoulder and something stick shaped wrapped in silk and tied up tightly. Another little surprise for Mayhem. The stagehands gave the wrapped bundle strange looks, but knew better than to ask Drake anything about it; the guy was known to be a bit volatile towards those who poked their noses in his business, especially when it was clear that business was meant to be a surprise.
Speaking of surprises, as he approached his dressing room, he noticed a somewhat distracted Andi Lynx standing there, a big blue box wrapped with a cotton candy pink ribbon. She spotted Drake, and waved energetically, nearly dropping the big box. She scrambled to catch the package before she dropped it, causing Drake's smirk to widen a bit into a smile as he shook his head over his scatter-brained tag partner.
Andi: Mr. Connors! Mr. Connors! Hi, Mr. Connors! I'm super excited about tonight! How about you? Are you excited? Nervous?
Drake sighs.
Drake: Lynx, relax.
The younger superstar visibly reined in her excitement, clearly wanting Drake to ask about the package in her arms. Instead, Drake unlocked his private dressing room and waved with the wrapped object that she was to follow him.
Drake: Close the door while you're at it, kid. Don't know who might be watching, and you've obviously got something you want to show me that concerns tonight's match.
She nods, juggling the package a bit and finally managing to shut it. Drake drops his gear bag and lays his own little surprise on a table. When he turns his attention back to Andi, she's holding out the gigantic wrapped package like a demented Jokey Smurf.
Andi: I got you something real special! I saved up all my money and spent a LOT of it on it! I hope you really like it, Mr. Connors!
Drake snorts a bit as he takes the comically huge gift box from the bubbly airheaded girl, setting it down next to the vaguely stick-shaped wrapped object.
Drake: First, if we're gonna work together, kiddo, call me "Drake". "Mr. Connors" makes me feel positively ancient.
Andi: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean...
Drake holds up a forestalling hand.
Drake: I know, which is why I'm being nicer than usual about it. Anyway, what's in the box?
Andi bounces up and down, giggling and clapping her hands.
Andi: Open it! Open it!
Drake: If this explodes in my face my kind feelings might fade a bit, kid.
Andi looks confused.
Andi: Why would it explode in your face? Open it, trust me! It's something real cool!
Drake eyeballs the kid, looking for bullshit. Finding none, he unties the pink bow, lifts the lid off of the box... And looks genuinely pleasantly surprised. Inside the box is a blue and black leather coat, matching trunks and kick-pads.
Andi: I'm gonna wear blue, too, Mr... Uh, Drake. This way we can rock the team unity!
Drake: Kid, I don't know what to say... I'm... Touched.
He looks at Andi, a genuine, non-creepy grin on his face, which is something because usually when Drake grins at someone, it's kinda terrifying.
Drake: I kinda had the same idea. Check this out...
Drake unties the ties on the object he'd been carrying, pulling off the silk wrapping. Andi sucks in her breath in shock.
Drake: Figured I could, I dunno, carry this down to the ring with me, since you always show up with a giant lolly.
Andi giggles, clapping her hands. Laying before her on the black silk is a pimp cane, but not just your average pimp cane; a pimp cane that has been done up to look like a blue, red, and pink-striped candy cane.
Andi: Omigod, that is so freakin' COOL!
Drake chuckles.
Drake: All right, kiddo, we've got some time, so... Let's do some last bit of strategizing... Not that we need much for the Dimter crew, but still, never hurts to treat every opponent as a threat. I made the mistake of not taking an opponent seriously last week and I'm determined not to make the same mistake twice...
They'd spent the previous week leading up to tonight training together, coming up with spots and, he felt, some pretty cool moves that should surprise more than a few people... Especially the Dimter crew.
Drake smirks as he strides the backstage halls, his gear bag over his shoulder and something stick shaped wrapped in silk and tied up tightly. Another little surprise for Mayhem. The stagehands gave the wrapped bundle strange looks, but knew better than to ask Drake anything about it; the guy was known to be a bit volatile towards those who poked their noses in his business, especially when it was clear that business was meant to be a surprise.
Speaking of surprises, as he approached his dressing room, he noticed a somewhat distracted Andi Lynx standing there, a big blue box wrapped with a cotton candy pink ribbon. She spotted Drake, and waved energetically, nearly dropping the big box. She scrambled to catch the package before she dropped it, causing Drake's smirk to widen a bit into a smile as he shook his head over his scatter-brained tag partner.
Andi: Mr. Connors! Mr. Connors! Hi, Mr. Connors! I'm super excited about tonight! How about you? Are you excited? Nervous?
Drake sighs.
Drake: Lynx, relax.
The younger superstar visibly reined in her excitement, clearly wanting Drake to ask about the package in her arms. Instead, Drake unlocked his private dressing room and waved with the wrapped object that she was to follow him.
Drake: Close the door while you're at it, kid. Don't know who might be watching, and you've obviously got something you want to show me that concerns tonight's match.
She nods, juggling the package a bit and finally managing to shut it. Drake drops his gear bag and lays his own little surprise on a table. When he turns his attention back to Andi, she's holding out the gigantic wrapped package like a demented Jokey Smurf.
Andi: I got you something real special! I saved up all my money and spent a LOT of it on it! I hope you really like it, Mr. Connors!
Drake snorts a bit as he takes the comically huge gift box from the bubbly airheaded girl, setting it down next to the vaguely stick-shaped wrapped object.
Drake: First, if we're gonna work together, kiddo, call me "Drake". "Mr. Connors" makes me feel positively ancient.
Andi: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean...
Drake holds up a forestalling hand.
Drake: I know, which is why I'm being nicer than usual about it. Anyway, what's in the box?
Andi bounces up and down, giggling and clapping her hands.
Andi: Open it! Open it!
Drake: If this explodes in my face my kind feelings might fade a bit, kid.
Andi looks confused.
Andi: Why would it explode in your face? Open it, trust me! It's something real cool!
Drake eyeballs the kid, looking for bullshit. Finding none, he unties the pink bow, lifts the lid off of the box... And looks genuinely pleasantly surprised. Inside the box is a blue and black leather coat, matching trunks and kick-pads.
Andi: I'm gonna wear blue, too, Mr... Uh, Drake. This way we can rock the team unity!
Drake: Kid, I don't know what to say... I'm... Touched.
He looks at Andi, a genuine, non-creepy grin on his face, which is something because usually when Drake grins at someone, it's kinda terrifying.
Drake: I kinda had the same idea. Check this out...
Drake unties the ties on the object he'd been carrying, pulling off the silk wrapping. Andi sucks in her breath in shock.
Drake: Figured I could, I dunno, carry this down to the ring with me, since you always show up with a giant lolly.
Andi giggles, clapping her hands. Laying before her on the black silk is a pimp cane, but not just your average pimp cane; a pimp cane that has been done up to look like a blue, red, and pink-striped candy cane.
Andi: Omigod, that is so freakin' COOL!
Drake chuckles.
Drake: All right, kiddo, we've got some time, so... Let's do some last bit of strategizing... Not that we need much for the Dimter crew, but still, never hurts to treat every opponent as a threat. I made the mistake of not taking an opponent seriously last week and I'm determined not to make the same mistake twice...