What's Perfect and About to Take the Tag Division by Storm?
Nov 17, 2019 16:39:11 GMT -5
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Post by Skylar Knight on Nov 17, 2019 16:39:11 GMT -5
Skylar Knight sat straight-backed and cross legged looking laser-focused on something in front of her. Her eyebrow slowly lifted in unimpressed contemplation at whatever held her attention. A slow pull out revealed Skylar was seated comfortably in her husband, Matt’s, lap as he did bicep curls with barbells in either hand.
The team of Flex Appeal had arrived in Action Wrestling.
Skylar and Matt Knight, a formidable duo in the world of, well, everything they set their minds to, had come to set the tag team competition in AW on its ear. Their first match, their first test, their first challenge was slated for Monday Night Clash on November the 18th against “FemDom”, and Skylar and Matt had been watching footage of the team in action as well as their promos in the midst of their own vigorous training regimen.
Another pull out revealed a paused video screen of a FemDom promo in front of Skylar, which, it would seem, was the source of her confusion.
“So…,” Skylar began, pointing lazily to the screen at Anika, or Allison, or Voodoo, or whoever, (truthfully she was having trouble telling who was who,) “basically the bait, the whole thing they’re seemingly going for here, if I understand correctly, is they want people to call them ‘whores’, or ‘sluts’...?”
The question hung in the air a moment as Matt continued to curl and flex before Skylar peeked back at him past her shoulder with a slow-forming smirk. Matt blinked and stopped doing curls.
Matt Knight: I guess. Seems like that’s what “typically” happens, or, at least, what they want to typically happen so they can shame people for it.
Skylar frowned as her hips shifted gently, nestling more firmly into Matt’s lap. A satisfied look rested on his face as he returned to curling the weight.
Skylar Knight: But that’s stupid.
Matt Knight: Yes. It is.
Skylar Knight: Who cares if they’re sluts or whores or tramps? Everybody gets the same name after they face us:
Matt Knight: ...Loser.
Matt sang with a coy smirk. Skylar nodded emphatically and rolled her neck.
Skylar Knight: Let me make myself perfectly clear. Flex Appeal stands for perfection; Flex Appeal stands for flawless execution. And more importantly, Flex Appeal stands for non-discriminatory attitudes, ladies. I don’t care if you’re black, white, green, or stupid--
Matt Knight: In FemDom’s case, ‘stupid’ seems to be more accurate than anything else.
Skylar smirked as she continued.
Skylar Knight: If you dare set foot in a ring against us, regardless of your race, creed, sexual or gender identity, whether you’re a top, bottom, or Ponygirl, Matt and I will beat you within an inch of whatever lifestyle you choose for yourselves and not think twice about it.
Matt Knight: That’s just who we are.
Skylar Knight: Accepting.
Matt Knight: Very.
Skylar Knight: It’s a fault, really.
They shared a tender empathetic look before kissing gently. Skylar stood up off Matt and strode calmly down the line between the gym equipment that populated the gym she and Matt owned similarly titled Flex Appeal. Matt set the free weights down and followed behind her. They came to stand near the front door of the gym where a set of new members stood in a line.
Skylar Knight: New recruits?
Matt nodded rubbing his palms together, eyeing the lineup of men and women over with quiet fierceness. Skylar began to pace in front of them, scanning each of them up and down like it was bootcamp. Each new member of the Flex Appeal Gym lifted their chin, stood straight and tried not to flinch as the married couple appraised them.
Skylar Knight: You’re too short.
Skylar stopped in front of a woman who was clearly taller than her. The woman’s jaw quavered. Skylar glared and motioned slightly with her head for the woman to take her things and leave. The woman flinched and quickly ran for the exit. Skylar continued her drill instructor-like inspection of the new members.
Skylar Knight: I don’t think FemDom understands what they’re getting themselves into.
Matt Knight: How could they? This is our first match. Blank slate. No one knows what to expect from us.
Skylar Knight: Our only option is to show them what’s in store for them.
Matt Knight: Mmmhmm. You.
Matt pointed at a portly man in the lineup. The man’s chin lifted even higher as he was singled out.
Matt Knight: Are those shoes steel-toed?
The poor man blinked in confusion.
Portly Prospective Gym Member: …? Why would my shoes need to be--
Matt Knight: Get out of here.
The poor man stuttered his confusion, looking to Skylar hoping for some sympathy. She glared that icy glare and watched him quickly flee from the lineup. Again Skylar continued pacing, Matt watching her absolutely perfectly formed body stride like a well-oiled machine.
Skylar Knight: Nope. No one gets it.
Matt Knight: They never do.
Skylar Knight: FemDom runs two miles, Flex Appeal runs twenty-two. FemDom trains for four hours, Flex Appeal trains for twenty-four. They only thing they could possibly beat us at is filling the airwaves with positively meaningless bullshit.
Matt Knight: Despicable.
Skylar Knight: Aside from that, everything anyone else can do, we do better, and more often to the extent that this is second nature to us. Training? Preparing for a match? It’s not a workout. It’s what we do. What we live, and breathe.
Matt Knight: If the best a team named “FemDom” has against us is a complete lack of self-awareness, and pre-packaged sexual innuendo, then best change your name right now to DominatED.
Skylar nods with approval before she stops in front of man in the lineup who is clearly checking her out.
Skylar Knight: Honey, this man has an erection.
Matt folds his arms crossly.
Matt Knight: 400 push-ups.
The man gulps loudly before dropping and doing pushups with Skylar looking down at him with condescension.
Skylar Knight: These FemDom ladies have nothing on me.
She watches moments longer at the punished man before brightening and continuing.
Skylar Knight: Flex Appeal isn’t here to call you names, or crucify your personas, or judge the way you do or--
Matt Knight: --Don’t--
Skylar Knight: --spend your time properly preparing for your match. We’re here to show you how inadequate you are when set against us.
Matt Knight: We’re here to shove you out of the way as we march towards Tag Team supremacy.
Skylar strides over to stand next to her husband striking a pose you’ll likely see on a fitness magazine in a month. They both scan the assembled lineup of prospective gym members.
Matt Knight: Now we’re going to need to see a training montage.
For a moment all the prospective members hesitate, some mouthing ‘another montage’, before moving towards various gym equipment, ready to film a training montage. Skylar rolls her eyes with a laugh.
Skylar Knight: Not you guys.
Matt Knight: Please. No one wants to see steaming piles like you doing a training montage.
Skylar Knight: Let’s hit it.
This is pretty exciting. You know those couples workout videos you see where the camera slows down into slow motion at the moment the couples performs a truly spectacular exercise or pose?
This blows all of them out of the water.
This is the sort of video designed to make you feel woefully inadequate.
It does, doesn't it? You poor thing.
The music is pumping. Skylar and Matt showcase an insane level of physical fitness. These two anticipate one another, Skylar hopping up into a handstand on top of Matt’s handstand showcasing perfect poise and balance. They work in tandem like they shared a brain. Pushups. Situps, everything together in perfect sync.
Cut to a pickup basketball team, the Knights versus a squad of high school hopefuls; Matt passes to Skylar, Skylar feeds the ball through her legs and spins around one player and feeds Matt with a perfect behind the back, no-look pass, and he dunks on the tallest kid. They all just got served.
Cut to a golf game where Matt expertly balances a golfball on the flat edge of a 7-iron club while Skylar poses next to a golf cart. Slow motion as Matt bounces the ball on the edge of the club almost in time to the steady electronic dance beat. Pull out to the owner of the golf cart silently throwing a fit because, evidently, Skylar and Matt have commandeered his stuff and there’s clearly nothing he can do about it.
The music pumps with quick cuts of Skylar and Matt each pushing giant tires down a road, pulling firetrucks behind them.
Damn they’re impressive.
Cut to a bare-chested Matt driving a speed boat on a beautiful beach. Tethered to the boat, water skiing and doing some amazing tricks is Skylar in a bikini, her hair looking flawless. She hits a jump and catches air, doing a perfect 360 flip over some swimmers who, slow motion, look on with their jaws agape.
Did that just happen?
You bet it did.
Pull out to the beach as the owner of the boat is throwing a fit because, evidently, he wasn’t informed Skylar and Matt would be taking it for a spin.
Finally, Skylar and Matt walk back into their gym together. tThe music fades, the dynamic duo haven’t even broken a sweat.
Skylar Knight: You did great.
Matt Knight: No, you did great.
Skylar Knight: No, you did great.
Matt Knight: No, you did great.
This is the closest thing we might get to an argument, folks.
Skylar Knight: I know.
Skylar finally agrees innocently. They clap their hands together and come to stand in front of the same lineup of people in the gym who were apparently standing there the whole time during the montage. Skylar cheerily claps her hands together.
Skylar Knight: Alright, that’s a good enough workout for today, kids.
Matt Knight: Yeah. It was okay. But tomorrow I don’t want to see anymore of you slacking, or else...
Poor New Prospective Gym Member: But we’ve only been here for thirty minutes.
Another Poor Prospective Gym Member: Yeah, you just gave us our gym memberships and told us you were going to cut a montage.
Skylar and Matt exchange knowing, smug glances.
Matt Knight: Disgraceful.
Skylar Knight: You are so right on, baby.
Poor Prospective Gym Member: But--
Matt Knight: No excuses. When you show up, show up to work.
Skylar glances to the camera with a nod.
Skylar Knight: Same for you. No excuses, FemDom. Bring all the kiss tags, all the half-baked attempts at sex appeal you can muster, and it’ll still be half of what Matt and I bring in just our ring entrance. Just imagine it. All the effort and energy you put into finding places to sit down and talk about all the things you don’t know about us will be wasted when Flex Appeal stomps over you on our way to the top of the Action Wrestling mountain.
Matt Knight: We haven’t come to Action Wrestling for any other reason than to own this Tag Division.
Skylar Knight: And unfortunately for you, that puts you, FemDom, squarely in our way.
Matt Knight: And that’s the wrong place to be.
Skylar Knight: Mmmm hmm. When the fans think of tag team wrestling in AW, they’ll think of absolute perfection--
Skylar gently massages and admires one of Matt’s biceps as he smiles.
Matt Knight: They’ll think of Flex Appeal.
Fade.