Post by Ryan Rhodes on Sept 26, 2013 9:45:24 GMT -5
As the privately chartered G5 soars at 600 miles and 30,000 feet above the surface of the earth, a man sits in a overly plush leather chair studying an iPad intently. His eyes are focused on a video playing across the glowing screen that illuminates his sternly set jaw as his head rests on his hand, deep in thought. He seems tense as a recording of the previous Sunday Night Slam plays out before him.
Sensing the Man could use a distraction, The stunning tall blonde flight attendant slowly bends over in front of him to fill a small plastic cup with ice from the fridge below the counter she was just leaning on. As she bends over, the slit in her tight skirt reveals her long, perfectly toned legs perched atop high heels no woman should be wearing on the ground, let alone an airplane. She straightens back up and smiles as she brushes her long blonde hair over her shoulder making sure her unbuttoned uniform reveals a hint of pink lace hugging her perfectly plastic breasts.
Her eyes meet Ryan Rhodes as she pauses just briefly knowing there’s no way he could look away.
Rhodes, his thoughts lost in the match playing out in front of him, takes a few seconds to process the striking visual that has now caught his attention. For an instant a deer in the headlights looks flashes across his face before the silence is broken.
“You look like you could use a drink.” The fight attendant states as sultry as possible.
“Jim Beam. On the Rocks Please.” A number of scenarios flashes through Rhodes mind as he replied, intrigued to see how the rest of this flight would go.
The Flight attendant fixes his drink and strides over to the chair across from Rhodes. She sits down and crosses her legs to expose them again, this time dangling them dangerously close to Rhodes. As she turns her chair towards him and extends the drink across the aisle, her sweet perfume takes over Ryan’s senses.
“Here you go Mr. Rhodes. Anything else I can do for you?” She whispers from her plush lips.
“What are you having? I don’t like to drink alone, makes me feel like an alcoholic.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t drink on the job.” The flight attendant has given the standard response all too often and disappointment can be seen across her face.
“Well what's the company policy on customer service?”
“At Private Air Trans, we strive to provide the ultimate in customer service. No request will be denied and every resource necessary will be used in assuring every need is met to your satisfaction.” It now sounds as if she's reading directly from the company handbook.
“I was hoping you’d say that. Look, here’s the deal. If you don't drink with me, I’ll letting your boss know this was the worst flight ever and I’ll tell him I’m never flying with you again. If you do drink with me, I’ll let him know that, you have my business for the foreseeable future. I’ll also tell him you’re the most courteous flight attendant I've ever met and you deserve a raise. I’ll mention nothing about the drinks.” Rhodes sips his drink and sets it in the cup holder. He smiles slyly at the attendant as she ponders his offer.
“I’m having a rum and coke then.” She stands up and heads back to the fridge.
Rhodes grabs his glass and gives it a good look before he drains it in one swig.
“I guess I could use another as well!” He shakes his glass of ice in her direction.
“Will you be flying often with us Mr. Rhodes?” She questions him as she prepares her own drink, adding a lime to finish it off.
“I guess with my new Job, I’ll be travelling once a week, so sure.”
“If that's the case, let me make sure you have the best service possible. What do you do Mr Rhodes? Are you an athlete?” She stares at his cut physique, biting her lower lip.
She grabs her drink and the bottle of Jim and walks back towards Rhodes. This time, instead of taking the seat next to him, she sits on Ryan’s lap, throwing her arm with the bottle around his neck to refill his empty drink.
Rhodes, with two large breasts now directly in his face tries to keep his eyes focused on hers as he replies.
“I’m a wrestler.”
“Oh really? A big bad wrestler?” She bats her eyes at Rhodes as she offers a somewhat mocking retort.
“Is that why you’re watching those matches?” She takes a long sip of her drink and looks at his iPad.
“Yeah I’m new and I’m trying to study my competition. I have big match Sunday. Its for the championship.”
“Which one is your opponent?” The flight attendant is watching the main event from Slam.
“All of them! Its a Royal Rumble I could face anyone.”
“Oh I love rumbles! Who’s who?” She takes another sip and stares intently at the iPad.
“Well this guy here, He’s Oblivion, the current hardcore champ. Watch him pin the world champ right here! He’s going to a force to reckon with.”
“Oh nice Moonsault! That guy can fly for a big man!” The flight attendant is now engrossed in the match.
“Are you a wrestling fan?”
“Yeah but I haven't watched in awhile. Whos that one?”
“Jon Michaels. Another fierce competitor.”
“Who did he just pin?”
“Oh that guy? He’s nobody, just a jobber to help fill out the match. Mostly he talks a lot”
“Yeah he looks like a bum anyways!”
“Who’s the guy administering that painful looking rolling cutter?” Bobby Cairo can be seen hitting the security breach on Logan.
“That is Bobby Cairo. He’s already a hall of famer. Some of the top level competition in the Fed. Its going to take a lot and I mean A LOT of hard work to step up to his level.”
“What about the Barbarian looking dude?”
“He a big drunken Scot. A worthy adversary in any bar room brawl.”
“Who’s this last team coming out? They look dangerous?”
“That would be S-PAC. Any one of them could win for sure. Another group of guys that will be really tough to handle.”
“Oh look at that they win!” The flight attendant has finished her drink as the final bell rings on the gauntlet match.
“So where do you stand in all this?” She looks at Rhodes as she asks the question and she takes a pull now from the Beam bottle.
Rhodes pounds his drink again and holds it up for another refill. The flight attendant happily obliges and fills the glass.
“I dont know” Rhodes replies as he stares blankly ahead.
“Its my first match ever in this fed, I haven't had any real in ring competition yet. Its been a little bit since I’ve been in the ring. I know where I used to be and I know that I can compete with the best but I’ve never put my skills to the test here. Its kind of crazy to just jump right into it all. I’ve been training like no other. I know I’m ready on the physical side. I just have to make sure I know everyone in and out so I know what to expect no matter who runs down that ramp when I’m in the ring.”
“You seem to be picking it up quick are you sure you don't need a study break?” The flight attendant coyly eyes the door to the sleeping quarters at the back of the plane.
Rhodes, looking down as he rewinds the episode of slam, is unaware of the hint.
“I really want to win, I need to watch this just one more time.” The match starts over from the beginning on the screen.
Not happy with his answer the flight attendant grabs the iPad out of Rhodes hand and throws it into the seat next to them. She straddles him and slams his shoulders back into the chair.
“If you won't take a study break, at least practice your pins!” She jumps up and grabs him by the shirt, dragging him to the door.
“I guess a little practice couldn't hurt!”
Rhodes tries to set his drink in the cup holder but as he’s pulled through the door to the bedroom, it falls to the floor spilling ice and Jim all over the floor of the multi-million dollar plane.
---
The plane touches down at a private air strip deep in the heart of Texas. It taxis down the runway to a small hangar where a blacked out lifted F-250 awaits. The door of the plane opens and unfolds its steps to the tarmac. A somewhat worn looking Ryan Rhodes appears at the top of the steps, stretching while wearing a huge shit eating grin. As the planes engines finally shut off the windows on the drivers side of the truck roll down. A gruff voice yells to the man disembarking the plane.
“I know you can't be that happy to see me ya silly bastard!” The bald headed steely eyed man yelling from the truck is none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin.
“Oh you know I missed you Steve!” Rhodes screams to the truck.
He completes his trek down the stairs and throws his bags in the bed of the pick up. Ryan opens the door to the truck and hops up into the spacious cab. The two men shake hands and share a friendly embrace. When Austin reaches to put the truck in drive he glances at the airplane one last time to see a beautiful blonde with slightly disheveled hair is trying her best to straighten it at the top of the stairs. As she looks up from fixing her hair and uniform, she sees the man behind the wheel of the large truck.
“Holy shit is that Stone Cold Steve Austin?!” The flight attendant blurts out, her eyes grow in amazement.
Upon hearing her exclamation Austin rolls up the windows and takes off with a grin.
“Looks like someone had a great flight!” Austin looks over at Rhodes and slaps him on the back.
“What can I say, I still got it.” Rhodes leans back as he adjust to his new transportation.
“I hope you still got it in the ring, we don't need you to embarrass yourself on Sunday!”
“Ha, Steve have you ever known me not to be prepared?”
“No, I haven’t but its been awhile. What's up with this fed anyways? What's the competition look like?”
“Oh you know just your typical stuff. A crazy bitch running the place. She took control of the company from her duped lover who she fired and he’s now snuck his way back in. There’s even a pregnant chick! They got a masked man too. Apparently there’s a crime boss who uses it as a part time front. A bunch of crazy rednecks that could strangle bulls with their bare hands. Crazy fucks with multiple personalities. The competition ranges from good, bad, to ugly.”
“Looks like you walked into quite the shit storm. Well whoever’s in charge, try to give them a taste of that sweet vengeance for your old buddy Stone Cold.”
“I’ll try my best!”
“So they’re just throwing you to the wolves huh? Right into a battle royale? Good luck with that.”
“I don't think there’s a better situation than this. All I’m looking for is a chance. To be able to get in the ring and compete for the championship right away, thats fuckin awesome. If I last long enough I could face a good share of the roster too. What other way would I get to do that? None. It doesn't get much better than that. These guys have been beating the shit out of each other lately. A bunch of them ended up in the hospital. I haven't taken a bump in a bit but I’m not worried about that.”
“Yeah you're a tough son of a bitch Ryan. I remember watching you come up on the independent circuit, taking beating after beating. You just kept coming back for more. I knew you’d end up making it.” Austin spits black sludge into an empty bottle as the pull off down a dirt road. He reaches into the back seat of the truck and hands Rhodes a nice cold one while opening one himself and takes a long gulp.
“Hell Yeah!” Austin roars as the two men perform a tame cheers in the truck, not to spill any on the leather interior.
They’re headed towards Broken Skull Ranch, Austin’s personal game preserve. The truck pulls up to a large metal gate that slowly slides opening, allowing them onto the grounds. Various animals can be seen grazing in the distance as the truck winds its way towards a large metal building. It stops and out hop the two men. They make their way over to a door and head inside the windowless building. Austin flips some light switches and banks of overhead lights turn on to reveal a wrestling ring sitting in the middle of the otherwise empty room. The two men begin to stretch as they continue their conversation.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I wish I was heading down that ramp right now. I can't wait to show what I can do out there. I can't wait to hear the crowd again. Feel them come alive as I fight to the end. Its been too long since I've had that rush and I’m gonna let it consume me. I’d hate to have to face me Sunday, All this pent up aggression is going to be let out on someone and I wouldn't want to be be them. I don’t expect it to be easy by any means but I’m going to put up a good fight."
Rhodes and Austin have moved into the ring now. Both men have loosened their limbs and start circling each other.
“Good, Just ring the bell you fuckin pansy!” Austin barks at Rhodes.
“Ding! Ding!” Ryan takes his left and and mimics ringing a bell.
The two men begin to grapple as Ryan Rhodes trains one last time for War
Sensing the Man could use a distraction, The stunning tall blonde flight attendant slowly bends over in front of him to fill a small plastic cup with ice from the fridge below the counter she was just leaning on. As she bends over, the slit in her tight skirt reveals her long, perfectly toned legs perched atop high heels no woman should be wearing on the ground, let alone an airplane. She straightens back up and smiles as she brushes her long blonde hair over her shoulder making sure her unbuttoned uniform reveals a hint of pink lace hugging her perfectly plastic breasts.
Her eyes meet Ryan Rhodes as she pauses just briefly knowing there’s no way he could look away.
Rhodes, his thoughts lost in the match playing out in front of him, takes a few seconds to process the striking visual that has now caught his attention. For an instant a deer in the headlights looks flashes across his face before the silence is broken.
“You look like you could use a drink.” The fight attendant states as sultry as possible.
“Jim Beam. On the Rocks Please.” A number of scenarios flashes through Rhodes mind as he replied, intrigued to see how the rest of this flight would go.
The Flight attendant fixes his drink and strides over to the chair across from Rhodes. She sits down and crosses her legs to expose them again, this time dangling them dangerously close to Rhodes. As she turns her chair towards him and extends the drink across the aisle, her sweet perfume takes over Ryan’s senses.
“Here you go Mr. Rhodes. Anything else I can do for you?” She whispers from her plush lips.
“What are you having? I don’t like to drink alone, makes me feel like an alcoholic.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t drink on the job.” The flight attendant has given the standard response all too often and disappointment can be seen across her face.
“Well what's the company policy on customer service?”
“At Private Air Trans, we strive to provide the ultimate in customer service. No request will be denied and every resource necessary will be used in assuring every need is met to your satisfaction.” It now sounds as if she's reading directly from the company handbook.
“I was hoping you’d say that. Look, here’s the deal. If you don't drink with me, I’ll letting your boss know this was the worst flight ever and I’ll tell him I’m never flying with you again. If you do drink with me, I’ll let him know that, you have my business for the foreseeable future. I’ll also tell him you’re the most courteous flight attendant I've ever met and you deserve a raise. I’ll mention nothing about the drinks.” Rhodes sips his drink and sets it in the cup holder. He smiles slyly at the attendant as she ponders his offer.
“I’m having a rum and coke then.” She stands up and heads back to the fridge.
Rhodes grabs his glass and gives it a good look before he drains it in one swig.
“I guess I could use another as well!” He shakes his glass of ice in her direction.
“Will you be flying often with us Mr. Rhodes?” She questions him as she prepares her own drink, adding a lime to finish it off.
“I guess with my new Job, I’ll be travelling once a week, so sure.”
“If that's the case, let me make sure you have the best service possible. What do you do Mr Rhodes? Are you an athlete?” She stares at his cut physique, biting her lower lip.
She grabs her drink and the bottle of Jim and walks back towards Rhodes. This time, instead of taking the seat next to him, she sits on Ryan’s lap, throwing her arm with the bottle around his neck to refill his empty drink.
Rhodes, with two large breasts now directly in his face tries to keep his eyes focused on hers as he replies.
“I’m a wrestler.”
“Oh really? A big bad wrestler?” She bats her eyes at Rhodes as she offers a somewhat mocking retort.
“Is that why you’re watching those matches?” She takes a long sip of her drink and looks at his iPad.
“Yeah I’m new and I’m trying to study my competition. I have big match Sunday. Its for the championship.”
“Which one is your opponent?” The flight attendant is watching the main event from Slam.
“All of them! Its a Royal Rumble I could face anyone.”
“Oh I love rumbles! Who’s who?” She takes another sip and stares intently at the iPad.
“Well this guy here, He’s Oblivion, the current hardcore champ. Watch him pin the world champ right here! He’s going to a force to reckon with.”
“Oh nice Moonsault! That guy can fly for a big man!” The flight attendant is now engrossed in the match.
“Are you a wrestling fan?”
“Yeah but I haven't watched in awhile. Whos that one?”
“Jon Michaels. Another fierce competitor.”
“Who did he just pin?”
“Oh that guy? He’s nobody, just a jobber to help fill out the match. Mostly he talks a lot”
“Yeah he looks like a bum anyways!”
“Who’s the guy administering that painful looking rolling cutter?” Bobby Cairo can be seen hitting the security breach on Logan.
“That is Bobby Cairo. He’s already a hall of famer. Some of the top level competition in the Fed. Its going to take a lot and I mean A LOT of hard work to step up to his level.”
“What about the Barbarian looking dude?”
“He a big drunken Scot. A worthy adversary in any bar room brawl.”
“Who’s this last team coming out? They look dangerous?”
“That would be S-PAC. Any one of them could win for sure. Another group of guys that will be really tough to handle.”
“Oh look at that they win!” The flight attendant has finished her drink as the final bell rings on the gauntlet match.
“So where do you stand in all this?” She looks at Rhodes as she asks the question and she takes a pull now from the Beam bottle.
Rhodes pounds his drink again and holds it up for another refill. The flight attendant happily obliges and fills the glass.
“I dont know” Rhodes replies as he stares blankly ahead.
“Its my first match ever in this fed, I haven't had any real in ring competition yet. Its been a little bit since I’ve been in the ring. I know where I used to be and I know that I can compete with the best but I’ve never put my skills to the test here. Its kind of crazy to just jump right into it all. I’ve been training like no other. I know I’m ready on the physical side. I just have to make sure I know everyone in and out so I know what to expect no matter who runs down that ramp when I’m in the ring.”
“You seem to be picking it up quick are you sure you don't need a study break?” The flight attendant coyly eyes the door to the sleeping quarters at the back of the plane.
Rhodes, looking down as he rewinds the episode of slam, is unaware of the hint.
“I really want to win, I need to watch this just one more time.” The match starts over from the beginning on the screen.
Not happy with his answer the flight attendant grabs the iPad out of Rhodes hand and throws it into the seat next to them. She straddles him and slams his shoulders back into the chair.
“If you won't take a study break, at least practice your pins!” She jumps up and grabs him by the shirt, dragging him to the door.
“I guess a little practice couldn't hurt!”
Rhodes tries to set his drink in the cup holder but as he’s pulled through the door to the bedroom, it falls to the floor spilling ice and Jim all over the floor of the multi-million dollar plane.
---
The plane touches down at a private air strip deep in the heart of Texas. It taxis down the runway to a small hangar where a blacked out lifted F-250 awaits. The door of the plane opens and unfolds its steps to the tarmac. A somewhat worn looking Ryan Rhodes appears at the top of the steps, stretching while wearing a huge shit eating grin. As the planes engines finally shut off the windows on the drivers side of the truck roll down. A gruff voice yells to the man disembarking the plane.
“I know you can't be that happy to see me ya silly bastard!” The bald headed steely eyed man yelling from the truck is none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin.
“Oh you know I missed you Steve!” Rhodes screams to the truck.
He completes his trek down the stairs and throws his bags in the bed of the pick up. Ryan opens the door to the truck and hops up into the spacious cab. The two men shake hands and share a friendly embrace. When Austin reaches to put the truck in drive he glances at the airplane one last time to see a beautiful blonde with slightly disheveled hair is trying her best to straighten it at the top of the stairs. As she looks up from fixing her hair and uniform, she sees the man behind the wheel of the large truck.
“Holy shit is that Stone Cold Steve Austin?!” The flight attendant blurts out, her eyes grow in amazement.
Upon hearing her exclamation Austin rolls up the windows and takes off with a grin.
“Looks like someone had a great flight!” Austin looks over at Rhodes and slaps him on the back.
“What can I say, I still got it.” Rhodes leans back as he adjust to his new transportation.
“I hope you still got it in the ring, we don't need you to embarrass yourself on Sunday!”
“Ha, Steve have you ever known me not to be prepared?”
“No, I haven’t but its been awhile. What's up with this fed anyways? What's the competition look like?”
“Oh you know just your typical stuff. A crazy bitch running the place. She took control of the company from her duped lover who she fired and he’s now snuck his way back in. There’s even a pregnant chick! They got a masked man too. Apparently there’s a crime boss who uses it as a part time front. A bunch of crazy rednecks that could strangle bulls with their bare hands. Crazy fucks with multiple personalities. The competition ranges from good, bad, to ugly.”
“Looks like you walked into quite the shit storm. Well whoever’s in charge, try to give them a taste of that sweet vengeance for your old buddy Stone Cold.”
“I’ll try my best!”
“So they’re just throwing you to the wolves huh? Right into a battle royale? Good luck with that.”
“I don't think there’s a better situation than this. All I’m looking for is a chance. To be able to get in the ring and compete for the championship right away, thats fuckin awesome. If I last long enough I could face a good share of the roster too. What other way would I get to do that? None. It doesn't get much better than that. These guys have been beating the shit out of each other lately. A bunch of them ended up in the hospital. I haven't taken a bump in a bit but I’m not worried about that.”
“Yeah you're a tough son of a bitch Ryan. I remember watching you come up on the independent circuit, taking beating after beating. You just kept coming back for more. I knew you’d end up making it.” Austin spits black sludge into an empty bottle as the pull off down a dirt road. He reaches into the back seat of the truck and hands Rhodes a nice cold one while opening one himself and takes a long gulp.
“Hell Yeah!” Austin roars as the two men perform a tame cheers in the truck, not to spill any on the leather interior.
They’re headed towards Broken Skull Ranch, Austin’s personal game preserve. The truck pulls up to a large metal gate that slowly slides opening, allowing them onto the grounds. Various animals can be seen grazing in the distance as the truck winds its way towards a large metal building. It stops and out hop the two men. They make their way over to a door and head inside the windowless building. Austin flips some light switches and banks of overhead lights turn on to reveal a wrestling ring sitting in the middle of the otherwise empty room. The two men begin to stretch as they continue their conversation.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I wish I was heading down that ramp right now. I can't wait to show what I can do out there. I can't wait to hear the crowd again. Feel them come alive as I fight to the end. Its been too long since I've had that rush and I’m gonna let it consume me. I’d hate to have to face me Sunday, All this pent up aggression is going to be let out on someone and I wouldn't want to be be them. I don’t expect it to be easy by any means but I’m going to put up a good fight."
Rhodes and Austin have moved into the ring now. Both men have loosened their limbs and start circling each other.
“Good, Just ring the bell you fuckin pansy!” Austin barks at Rhodes.
“Ding! Ding!” Ryan takes his left and and mimics ringing a bell.
The two men begin to grapple as Ryan Rhodes trains one last time for War