Post by privileged on Feb 7, 2013 0:01:38 GMT -5
The stars and planets had definitely aligned when Michelle Rochefort and Raiyven stepped inside the squared circle for the first time within both of their careers. The crowd felt their heart, and the crowd fed off their momentum as they went hold-for-hold and matched one another in a wrestling harmony. Their contrasting styles combining together in a match that was both hard-hitting and surprisingly technical, both women wanting to prove to the other that their set of skills were more superior than the other. Unfortunately for Raiyven, Michelle came out of the match the winner, the former Viral Pro Vixens champion now starting a streak of upset losses.
Walking up the entrance ramp, Michelle then stopped before the entrance curtains and bowed to her audience resulting in a string of the boos. They weren't exactly favorable towards her haughty nature, and a victory over their favorites didn't help matters. Michelle just smiled, keeping herself proud as she then vanished behind the entrance curtains, her music fading along with her. The events of tonight should result in celebration! Michelle Rochefort just solidified herself as a legitimate contender to anyone holding a championship backstage. Closing her eyes to soak in her new reality, a voice than interrupted her.
"Bonjour ma dame."
Michelle recognized that voice immediately resulting in her heart to both sink and raise with hope. Slowly opening her eyes the black slacks, with matching jacket met her gaze with the utmost of familiarity. It took a week, but Gabriel had finally been ordered from her parents to retrieve her. A water bottle in one hand, and a towel draped across the forearm of the other, Gabriel seemed prepared to pamper her every need. That was the best part, regardless of the underlining tone of their meeting together.
"Maman et papa?"
"Displeased."
Pursing her lips, she rolled her eyes. To them a woman, especially of Michelle's linage, shouldn't mingle with the violent matters. Gabriel handed her the water bottle, which Michelle gracefully accepted as he quickly went to work peppering the towel across her neck and shoulders soaking in her sweat. The visual presentation of professional wrestling was often misconceived as just an exhibition contest between muscled men lacking any form of sophistication. Michelle's parents had allowed that image to taint their own and failed to see the actual art behind each applied maneuver. Of course they were displeased, and it was to no surprise to Michelle.
"When I bring home a championship, they will think otherwise. I am the best in that ring, after all."
"Why not just buy a championship? Surely it would be less of a hassle."
"It would not hold meaning, not to me, and definitely not to them."
"It would make my job easier."
"Your job was never exactly meant to be easy, Gabriel."
Michelle began to walk towards the Vixen's locker room, Gabriel keeping up with her forced pace, still peppering the towel. He had been contracted to service the Rochefort family since Michelle had been a child, but their relationship together was more little sister - big brother than sister-servant. Michelle wasn't one to hug though, and never felt comfortable showing any signs of humanly affection despite what the crest on her attire said. Michelle making Gabriel's job more difficult was just her way of showing that she cared, and Gabriel was never one to seriously have any complaints.
"Am I right to assume you saw my fight tonight?"
"When are you ever wrong ma dame?"
Michelle smirked over the small line of flattery. Slowing down her pace, she felt the sudden need to boast. Taking a quick drink from her water bottle she smacked her lips and kissed the air, much like how any cook would feel excited over the perfect flavoring of their favorite dish.
"Wasn't it just marvelous? I got under her skin and the end result was a partner that supported my talents just as much as I could her own. Her kicks were just as hard as I imagined them to be, and that first one..." Michelle stopped walking and closed her eyes trying to relive the moment. "...it just fueled me with excitement, I almost lost myself."
"Mhmm." Gabriel took the opportunity to drape the towel over his lady's shoulders, beginning to massage her upper back with soft chops.
"You should have came a week earlier, what took you so long?"
Gabriel simply gave her a look, which Michelle sensed immediately.
"Regardless, I am thankful that you are here, but after tonight I'm not going home. I cannot go home after what I just proved to everyone watching. I beat their champion of five months, I outlasted getting dumped on upon my head and getting kicked by her lethal feet. At this moment I'm a beautiful threat. Tarnishing this image I just created for myself by just leaving is not about to happen."
"I know, and your parents understood that. I am here until your mind changes."
"You should know it's not, and neck please." Michelle smiled as the massage moved towards the back of her neck. The piledrivers she took from Raiyven were happily terrible. "I wonder how it's like to be her right now, losing her championship one week, and then losing to me the next. I would hate to be lacing her boots."
Walking up the entrance ramp, Michelle then stopped before the entrance curtains and bowed to her audience resulting in a string of the boos. They weren't exactly favorable towards her haughty nature, and a victory over their favorites didn't help matters. Michelle just smiled, keeping herself proud as she then vanished behind the entrance curtains, her music fading along with her. The events of tonight should result in celebration! Michelle Rochefort just solidified herself as a legitimate contender to anyone holding a championship backstage. Closing her eyes to soak in her new reality, a voice than interrupted her.
"Bonjour ma dame."
Michelle recognized that voice immediately resulting in her heart to both sink and raise with hope. Slowly opening her eyes the black slacks, with matching jacket met her gaze with the utmost of familiarity. It took a week, but Gabriel had finally been ordered from her parents to retrieve her. A water bottle in one hand, and a towel draped across the forearm of the other, Gabriel seemed prepared to pamper her every need. That was the best part, regardless of the underlining tone of their meeting together.
"Maman et papa?"
"Displeased."
Pursing her lips, she rolled her eyes. To them a woman, especially of Michelle's linage, shouldn't mingle with the violent matters. Gabriel handed her the water bottle, which Michelle gracefully accepted as he quickly went to work peppering the towel across her neck and shoulders soaking in her sweat. The visual presentation of professional wrestling was often misconceived as just an exhibition contest between muscled men lacking any form of sophistication. Michelle's parents had allowed that image to taint their own and failed to see the actual art behind each applied maneuver. Of course they were displeased, and it was to no surprise to Michelle.
"When I bring home a championship, they will think otherwise. I am the best in that ring, after all."
"Why not just buy a championship? Surely it would be less of a hassle."
"It would not hold meaning, not to me, and definitely not to them."
"It would make my job easier."
"Your job was never exactly meant to be easy, Gabriel."
Michelle began to walk towards the Vixen's locker room, Gabriel keeping up with her forced pace, still peppering the towel. He had been contracted to service the Rochefort family since Michelle had been a child, but their relationship together was more little sister - big brother than sister-servant. Michelle wasn't one to hug though, and never felt comfortable showing any signs of humanly affection despite what the crest on her attire said. Michelle making Gabriel's job more difficult was just her way of showing that she cared, and Gabriel was never one to seriously have any complaints.
"Am I right to assume you saw my fight tonight?"
"When are you ever wrong ma dame?"
Michelle smirked over the small line of flattery. Slowing down her pace, she felt the sudden need to boast. Taking a quick drink from her water bottle she smacked her lips and kissed the air, much like how any cook would feel excited over the perfect flavoring of their favorite dish.
"Wasn't it just marvelous? I got under her skin and the end result was a partner that supported my talents just as much as I could her own. Her kicks were just as hard as I imagined them to be, and that first one..." Michelle stopped walking and closed her eyes trying to relive the moment. "...it just fueled me with excitement, I almost lost myself."
"Mhmm." Gabriel took the opportunity to drape the towel over his lady's shoulders, beginning to massage her upper back with soft chops.
"You should have came a week earlier, what took you so long?"
Gabriel simply gave her a look, which Michelle sensed immediately.
"Regardless, I am thankful that you are here, but after tonight I'm not going home. I cannot go home after what I just proved to everyone watching. I beat their champion of five months, I outlasted getting dumped on upon my head and getting kicked by her lethal feet. At this moment I'm a beautiful threat. Tarnishing this image I just created for myself by just leaving is not about to happen."
"I know, and your parents understood that. I am here until your mind changes."
"You should know it's not, and neck please." Michelle smiled as the massage moved towards the back of her neck. The piledrivers she took from Raiyven were happily terrible. "I wonder how it's like to be her right now, losing her championship one week, and then losing to me the next. I would hate to be lacing her boots."