Road to Thirteen

[Mr.Sensation]

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Day 28

Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum

 

Madison arrived at the new home of Friday Night Turmoil with the widest of smiles on her face. Not because Turmoil was even further away from New York City, but because of last night’s revelations.

 

A story for another time, another place, and another network. If this wrestling thing doesn't work out for her, she's got a bright future at Brazzers. We will leave it at that.

 

Posters of ‘Turmoil: Coming Soon!’ lined the halls of the arena. Each poster had one wrestler on it. Even the rookies had one!

 

When she got to the General Manager’s office, Madison settled down at Malu’s desk and reached into his drawer.

 

Madison: Someone with his waist size must have candy hidden somewhere. Candy that I am more than entitled to.

 

She pulled out a banana and a ring pop from his desk, put the ring pop in her pocket, grabbed the banana, and got up to head toward the ring crew. She made sure to unbutton the top three buttons of her shirt before she walked through the curtain.

 

With folded arms, Madison stood at the top of the ramp and looked on as workers assembled the ring. Ginger took the first opportunity to step away from manual labor and ditched the ring crew to join Madison. Madison didn't bat an eye at the man beside her.

 

Ginger: Don't you look pretty today!

 

Madison: Tis one of my top four talents. Being pretty. Then there's being smarter than everyone. Also being the greatest Manager that ever existed.

 

Ginger: What's the other one?

 

Madison peeled the banana and leaned against the Turmoil mini tron. She then stuck the banana as deep into her throat as she could, and bit down. She swallowed the banana and casually tossed the peel aside. It landed on Ginger’s head.

 

Ginger: …..I see.

 

Ginger: Excited about all these newcomers?

 

Madison: Should I be? Why?

 

Ginger: Well-

 

Madison: You know who I manage, don't you? That I've been doing that since he was a rookie. Are any of these rookies going to turn out like him?

 

Ginger: Anything is-

 

Madison: The answer is no. What was your name again? Horatio or something?

 

Ginger: Ste-

 

Madison: Doesn't matter. You're my gay friend for the day.

 

Ginger: But I'm not-

 

Madison: Anyway, I need to vent. Your benevolent King keeps trying to pressure me into having sex in the ring with him. Empty arena, of course. It's like a dream of his or something. I mean, I'm alright with it. It's just kinda weird! Unsafe. People have bled there.

 

Ginger rubbed his forehead.

 

Madison: I asked why we can't be like normal people and have sex in a graveyard, next to the tombstone where Nick Kage’s career and relevancy was laid to rest long ago. But he just won't listen. I mean, the ring is so flat like the earth.

 

Madison: We’d have to do it against the turnbuckles maybe?! And I couldn't possibly kneel on the wrestling mat, it's so dirty! Graveyard is nice and quiet, with a lot of grass. It won't put bruise up my knees like a mat would. But I COULD get knee pads…

 

Ginger’s face said it all. He hated life. He regretted leaving the manual labor. Madison reached into her pocket and brought out the ring pop and began to suck on it in a way that would make a fake gay man like Ginger turn straight.

 

Madison: So anyway, we met halfway. I found us a solution that made us both happy.

 

Ginger: Oh joy…

 

Madison: You're not very good at this gay thing. Gay it up!

 

Ginger: I mean...what was it, girlfriend?

 

Madison: The Office of Mr. Sensation. Last night.

 

Ginger’s eyes widened.

 

Ginger: Whaaaaaat?!

 

His voice echoed throughout the empty arena.

 

Madison: His desk, actually.

 

Ginger: That was a bad idea. How is that a happy medium?!

 

Madison: Because we were both happy after?

 

Madison looks up fondly, the scene gets blurry, signaling a flashback.

 

Ginger: You don't have to give details…

 

Madison: You sure? I mean, I cannot wait until Sensation gets back to his desk. He's gonna be all… ‘something something Spanish...why there be yogurt here? Something something urban.’

 

Madison: Buuuuuut little does he know...it isn't yogurt.

 

Ginger: …no need for details.

 

Madison shrugged and pushed off the mini tron.

 

Madison: Thanks for the chat! Oh...and by the way. See this new giant x-tron?

 

Madison and Ginger both look up to the giant screen.

 

Madison: Costed a lot. So...gonna have to let go of all the interns. It's been fun! Byyyyeeee!

 

Madison walks away from Ginger, leaving him standing there with his jaw almost hitting the floor.

 

 

 

Her path of destruction on the road to Thirteen continues…

 

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[Dennis Black]

 

Found in sensation's desk. A gift from the King and Queen.

[Madison Cox]

Day 37

 

OcW Headquarters - Board Room

 

Madison hummed appreciatively as she slowly regained her senses. Our Humble Queen’s vision started returning to normal as she waited for her breathing to calm down. Every muscle in her body felt useless like a Tre Golden or Jookie segment on Riot.

 

She heard Our Humble Hero’s yawn in the darkness and turned her head to look in the direction of the noise. Dennis was sitting in one of chairs designated for board room members while Madison remained sprawled out on the board room table.

 

Dennis: My sentiments exactly.

 

Dennis leaned back in the expensive chair and kicked up his feet on the table.

 

Madison: I can't move.

 

Dennis: The table was your idea.

 

Madison looked back to the ceiling and nodded.

 

Madison: I can now officially say that I've done my best work in the boardroom. At this very table , no less. How many was that? I lost count.

 

Madison asked absentmindedly. She closed her eyes and rested comfortably in silence for a long time.

 

Dennis: Three.

 

Dennis answered matter-of-factly, causing Madison to groan.

 

Madison: Of course you kept count.

 

Dennis: My favorite number. A number I've heard so many times, and will again on Sunday when I retain my-

 

Madison: Can. You. Not?

 

Dennis: What?

 

Madison: Talk about wrestling. Like, at this moment. You always do this, bringing up wrestling after we’re done or comparing what we do to wrestling.

 

Dennis: Do not.

 

Madison: You asked if you could do a four fifty splash leading into missionary! Who does that? Who thinks like that?

 

Dennis: Well-

 

Madison: And then the other night you did your own commentary while I did aaaaall of the work. “Look Scaggs, no one other than Madison could take a bullet to the face like that and live to tell the tale!”

 

Dennis: ...You know that was funny.

 

Madison: Not the point.

 

Madison gingerly rolled to her side. She couldn't exactly see him in the darkness unless he smiled...(cuz blek). But she knew he was sitting there.

 

Madison: I'd rather deal with your awkwardness -

 

Dennis: I’m awkward?!

 

Madison: awkwardness than be walking in Flojo’s shoes right about now. Even if it's not true. To be known as someone who slept with Senior moist back to get on the Anniversary show is...potentially a career killer.

 

Madison: I mean it's a career killer for both of them.

 

Dennis: How so?

 

Madison: I'm a great catch. I mean, just look at me.

 

Dennis: It’s four in the morning, I can't see-

 

Madison: Not now! I mean in general. I'm the best looking woman to come out of this company, ever. You're the envy of every man in OCW. I'm a great catch. But Flojo? You couldn't pay me enough…

 

Madison: The thought that someone could actually get it up after looking at her is outrageous.

 

Dennis: Speaking of outrageous. This main event.

 

Madison: Don't even get me started. The match isn't happening. This is our week. It is our night. A wall is going to be built around Sensation and Mexico is going to pay for it.

 

Madison: He's banned from the show. He's banned from ringside. He's banned from the arena. Hell, I want him banned from the state.

 

Dennis: ...The state?

 

Madison: I'm going to make an anonymous call to ...uh...whoever handles that immigrant stuff. Oh! I know.

 

Madison fumbles around for her cell phone in the darkness.

 

Dennis: Who are you calling at this hour?

 

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