Post by Clayton Drexel on May 24, 2014 12:41:43 GMT -5
[ + Sitting comfortably down upon a large couch in a house in Dayton, Ohio; Clayton Drexel flips through his laptop tablet device, and shows his new friend and manager Timothy Hunt several images of himself and his former flame – Tiami Tyler. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: Wow. She was a looker back in the day, huh?
[ + Clay doesn't respond verbally to that metaphorical question. Instead, he simply nods his head in Tim's general vicinity in absolute agreement. Scrolling through more and more pictures of the pair of them (Clay and Tiami); revealing photographs of them hugging, kissing and posing for for camera together. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: You have quite the collection there, Drex.
[ + “Drex” is a nickname that only close or approved friends and associates got to call him. The full extent of it was “Dex Luthor” after the DC Comics super-villain Lex Luthor, of whom he bares a striking resemblance to via attitude, tenacity and resourcefulness. A moniker that was bestowed upon him by his best friend since their days in college at Florida State University, and fellow professional wrestler: “The Ultra” Christian Othneil. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Yeah. I just couldn't ever bring myself to delete them, I guess.
[ + Clay seemed somewhat ashamed by that statement, and it was blatantly apparent to Tim that's how he felt. To which Tim himself responded by shaking his head back and fore, from left to right – and even going so far as to roll his own eyes around within their respective sockets. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: That ISN'T a Bad Thing, Clay...
[ + Be it a tad cautiously, Tim gently rested his hand down upon the shoulder of his new friend and client. It was mainly out of support for him, but there was a tiny hint of sympathy there as well. And that's where Tim wasn't so sure how Clay would receive such a personal gesture. Clay was an unpredictable personality, and Tim was full aware of this – truth be told, he was still trying to figure out how to best serve him. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: It just means you've NEVER forgotten your time with Ti, and that she's somehow been stuck in your subconscious for all this time.
[ + Clay turned his face away from the screen of the tablet, tilting his head to the side to come face-to-face with Tim. Anger, frustration and perhaps a bleeding heart type of emotion enthralled throughout his eyes and facial features. Displaying a level of love for another human being the likes of which Tim himself had NEVER come across previously in his entire life. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: And THAT somehow ISN'T a Bad Thing?
[ + Tim nodded his head up and down, a genuine smile crossing his lips. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I don't think it is. It shows that a One Night Stand meant way more to you than it does to most people who do that kind of thing.
[ + Clay's wild eyes widened after that remark, and he could literally feel the Rage of the Red Lantern that he considered himself as consume the very pit of his stomach. His head sank, as his gaze fell back to the laptop screen, and a deep meaningful sigh escaped forth from his mouth. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Is THAT what SHE'S saying?!
[ + Honestly, Tim wasn't entirely certain of how to reply to that. He didn't want to piss off his new client and perhaps get fired from his job yet again – like that of which had happened just a few short weeks ago by way of Force One Wrestling and Deacon Wolfe. But on the flip-side of that, and maybe even more so, Tim didn't want to disappoint his recently made friend by not being completely and utterly straight with him and telling him the God's honest, gospel truth. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: Unfortunately, yeah...
[ + Tim braced himself, expecting Clay to toss the laptop away out of sheer frustration, and probably break a few things around his living room. However, much to his surprise, and pleasure, Clay didn't do any of that stuff. Instead, he simply copped a wicked smirk. One so Devilish, that it would give even a man such as Jonni Valentine a run for his money in the demon department. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Go figure.
[ + Clay sat the tablet down on a seat upon the couch next to him, and twisted his body around to fully face Tim. An expression of concentration plastered all across his rough yet somehow still quite handsome face. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Tim, I'll shoot the shit with you. I don't give a fuck what Ti-Ti tells you. It WASN'T a One Night Stand at all. I don't do that sort of thing. I'm not some ragamuffin neanderthal, I've always been careful and I've NEVER had sex with ANYONE that I wasn't dating at the time.
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: So, you're saying that you and Tiami were in-a relationship?
[ + Clay ran an index finger over his bottom lip after hearing that legitimate question, a burning desire tearing through his eyes which was obvious to even a blind man at this juncture. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: No, Tim... That's not what I'm saying at all. We were “together” sure, but it was so much more than that. We were IN LOVE, Tim. Ti-Ti may not want to admit it right now, but I know that she knows, deep down in her heart of hearts that we were. Admittedly, we were young, and maybe a little bit crazy. Hell, maybe even a little bit stupid. But who isn't at that age?
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I know I was. Still am, some might say.
[ + Naturally, due to the seriousness of the situation at hand, that joke went straight over the head of Clay, and he practically no sold it. Much to the disappointment of his brand new manager. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: I loved her then, and I never stopped loving her. I love how now, and I'll never stop loving her. I don't give a flying fuck if she's hitched to that Jeffrey guy, or whatever his name is. I don't exactly feel great about having to break up a marriage, but I know that Ti-Ti still loves me, and I know that Annabelle is MINE.
[ + Tim nodded. He couldn't help but admire the persistence of Clay, a notion that only caused him to be even more inclined to actually believe what he was saying to him with regards to the whole complicated ordeal. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I think she's yours, as well. And deep down, I think Ti still has feelings for you.
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Of course she does. It was most likely her that reported me to Twitter staff and got my account suspended. In some lame attempt to keep me out of MY daughter's life. If it wasn't for Christian taking up the mental on there, I'd have no contact with her at all.
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I'm working on getting your account reinstated, Clay. It may take some time, but in the end – I'll figure something out. In the meantime, just have a little patience.
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Whoa! Settle down there, Axl Rose. Patience is something I don't have.
[ + Much like had happened vice versa before, Clay's joke about the Guns & Roses singer went right over the head of Tim. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: I can't sit around and do nothing for much longer, Tim. Pestering Ti-Ti on Twitter is one thing, it's amusing and everything, but it ultimately won't get me anywhere. If I'm REALLY going to prove that Anna is MINE, then I'm going to need some sort of hard evidence.
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: You don't have anything of hers?
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: No, nothing. I've never met her, and I didn't even know about her until Christian told me that Ti-Ti had a kid.
[ + There's a slight pause between the two, as either of them debate on how they're going to possibly obtain any type of solid evidence in order to build a legal case against Tiami Tyler for access to young Annabelle. That is, until the laptop tablet makes a noise, as a video chat call comes in from none other than Christian Othneil himself. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: ...Bruh?
[ + After clicking the accept tab and answering the call, both Tim and Clay turn to watch the tablet screen, seeing Christian standing at what can only be described as a very familiar airport. At least to Tim, anyway. + ]
\\ - Christian Othneil]: Bro, where the fuck are you at? I just landed in Ohio.
[ + Tim and Clay both share a glance, and a grin. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: I'm already in Ohio myself. Kicking the shit with Tim, trying to figure out how we're going to expose this bullshit to the entire world.
\\ - Christian Othneil]: Nice... Nice. Well, come pick me up. I'm sure the three of us can figure something out between us. We're like criminal masterminds, or some shit.
[ + Both Tim and Clay take part in yet another glance, another grin and a nod of agreement. The call is soon enough canceled and jackets are grabbed to make their way out to Tim's car. To say this situation had just become extremely dangerous and volatile, would be a grave understatement to say the very least. Needless to say, inevitably the truth would eventually come out, the real question was... Is Professional Wrestling X really ready for #EvilWays? + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: Wow. She was a looker back in the day, huh?
[ + Clay doesn't respond verbally to that metaphorical question. Instead, he simply nods his head in Tim's general vicinity in absolute agreement. Scrolling through more and more pictures of the pair of them (Clay and Tiami); revealing photographs of them hugging, kissing and posing for for camera together. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: You have quite the collection there, Drex.
[ + “Drex” is a nickname that only close or approved friends and associates got to call him. The full extent of it was “Dex Luthor” after the DC Comics super-villain Lex Luthor, of whom he bares a striking resemblance to via attitude, tenacity and resourcefulness. A moniker that was bestowed upon him by his best friend since their days in college at Florida State University, and fellow professional wrestler: “The Ultra” Christian Othneil. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Yeah. I just couldn't ever bring myself to delete them, I guess.
[ + Clay seemed somewhat ashamed by that statement, and it was blatantly apparent to Tim that's how he felt. To which Tim himself responded by shaking his head back and fore, from left to right – and even going so far as to roll his own eyes around within their respective sockets. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: That ISN'T a Bad Thing, Clay...
[ + Be it a tad cautiously, Tim gently rested his hand down upon the shoulder of his new friend and client. It was mainly out of support for him, but there was a tiny hint of sympathy there as well. And that's where Tim wasn't so sure how Clay would receive such a personal gesture. Clay was an unpredictable personality, and Tim was full aware of this – truth be told, he was still trying to figure out how to best serve him. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: It just means you've NEVER forgotten your time with Ti, and that she's somehow been stuck in your subconscious for all this time.
[ + Clay turned his face away from the screen of the tablet, tilting his head to the side to come face-to-face with Tim. Anger, frustration and perhaps a bleeding heart type of emotion enthralled throughout his eyes and facial features. Displaying a level of love for another human being the likes of which Tim himself had NEVER come across previously in his entire life. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: And THAT somehow ISN'T a Bad Thing?
[ + Tim nodded his head up and down, a genuine smile crossing his lips. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I don't think it is. It shows that a One Night Stand meant way more to you than it does to most people who do that kind of thing.
[ + Clay's wild eyes widened after that remark, and he could literally feel the Rage of the Red Lantern that he considered himself as consume the very pit of his stomach. His head sank, as his gaze fell back to the laptop screen, and a deep meaningful sigh escaped forth from his mouth. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Is THAT what SHE'S saying?!
[ + Honestly, Tim wasn't entirely certain of how to reply to that. He didn't want to piss off his new client and perhaps get fired from his job yet again – like that of which had happened just a few short weeks ago by way of Force One Wrestling and Deacon Wolfe. But on the flip-side of that, and maybe even more so, Tim didn't want to disappoint his recently made friend by not being completely and utterly straight with him and telling him the God's honest, gospel truth. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: Unfortunately, yeah...
[ + Tim braced himself, expecting Clay to toss the laptop away out of sheer frustration, and probably break a few things around his living room. However, much to his surprise, and pleasure, Clay didn't do any of that stuff. Instead, he simply copped a wicked smirk. One so Devilish, that it would give even a man such as Jonni Valentine a run for his money in the demon department. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Go figure.
[ + Clay sat the tablet down on a seat upon the couch next to him, and twisted his body around to fully face Tim. An expression of concentration plastered all across his rough yet somehow still quite handsome face. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Tim, I'll shoot the shit with you. I don't give a fuck what Ti-Ti tells you. It WASN'T a One Night Stand at all. I don't do that sort of thing. I'm not some ragamuffin neanderthal, I've always been careful and I've NEVER had sex with ANYONE that I wasn't dating at the time.
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: So, you're saying that you and Tiami were in-a relationship?
[ + Clay ran an index finger over his bottom lip after hearing that legitimate question, a burning desire tearing through his eyes which was obvious to even a blind man at this juncture. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: No, Tim... That's not what I'm saying at all. We were “together” sure, but it was so much more than that. We were IN LOVE, Tim. Ti-Ti may not want to admit it right now, but I know that she knows, deep down in her heart of hearts that we were. Admittedly, we were young, and maybe a little bit crazy. Hell, maybe even a little bit stupid. But who isn't at that age?
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I know I was. Still am, some might say.
[ + Naturally, due to the seriousness of the situation at hand, that joke went straight over the head of Clay, and he practically no sold it. Much to the disappointment of his brand new manager. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: I loved her then, and I never stopped loving her. I love how now, and I'll never stop loving her. I don't give a flying fuck if she's hitched to that Jeffrey guy, or whatever his name is. I don't exactly feel great about having to break up a marriage, but I know that Ti-Ti still loves me, and I know that Annabelle is MINE.
[ + Tim nodded. He couldn't help but admire the persistence of Clay, a notion that only caused him to be even more inclined to actually believe what he was saying to him with regards to the whole complicated ordeal. + ]
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I think she's yours, as well. And deep down, I think Ti still has feelings for you.
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Of course she does. It was most likely her that reported me to Twitter staff and got my account suspended. In some lame attempt to keep me out of MY daughter's life. If it wasn't for Christian taking up the mental on there, I'd have no contact with her at all.
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: I'm working on getting your account reinstated, Clay. It may take some time, but in the end – I'll figure something out. In the meantime, just have a little patience.
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: Whoa! Settle down there, Axl Rose. Patience is something I don't have.
[ + Much like had happened vice versa before, Clay's joke about the Guns & Roses singer went right over the head of Tim. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: I can't sit around and do nothing for much longer, Tim. Pestering Ti-Ti on Twitter is one thing, it's amusing and everything, but it ultimately won't get me anywhere. If I'm REALLY going to prove that Anna is MINE, then I'm going to need some sort of hard evidence.
\\ - Timothy Hunt]: You don't have anything of hers?
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: No, nothing. I've never met her, and I didn't even know about her until Christian told me that Ti-Ti had a kid.
[ + There's a slight pause between the two, as either of them debate on how they're going to possibly obtain any type of solid evidence in order to build a legal case against Tiami Tyler for access to young Annabelle. That is, until the laptop tablet makes a noise, as a video chat call comes in from none other than Christian Othneil himself. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: ...Bruh?
[ + After clicking the accept tab and answering the call, both Tim and Clay turn to watch the tablet screen, seeing Christian standing at what can only be described as a very familiar airport. At least to Tim, anyway. + ]
\\ - Christian Othneil]: Bro, where the fuck are you at? I just landed in Ohio.
[ + Tim and Clay both share a glance, and a grin. + ]
\\ - Clayton Drexel]: I'm already in Ohio myself. Kicking the shit with Tim, trying to figure out how we're going to expose this bullshit to the entire world.
\\ - Christian Othneil]: Nice... Nice. Well, come pick me up. I'm sure the three of us can figure something out between us. We're like criminal masterminds, or some shit.
[ + Both Tim and Clay take part in yet another glance, another grin and a nod of agreement. The call is soon enough canceled and jackets are grabbed to make their way out to Tim's car. To say this situation had just become extremely dangerous and volatile, would be a grave understatement to say the very least. Needless to say, inevitably the truth would eventually come out, the real question was... Is Professional Wrestling X really ready for #EvilWays? + ]