Post by Benny on Oct 10, 2017 11:01:56 GMT
Monday October 9th
Off Camera
“She had one of her girlfriends over on Saturday night,” Dickie whines, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. The training day is over, but Harter is sitting in the SCCW locker room, straddling a bench as he tries to make a Facetime call in peace.
A laugh emanates from the phone as former SCCW wrestler, and current Outback Pro tag team champion, Zaqiel seems to be enjoying Dickie’s pain. “You poor thing, that must’ve been terrible.” From the looks of it, Zaqiel has just woken up; his unkempt bed hair strewn all over the place as he rests his elbow on the kitchen counter to prop up his head, with a cup of coffee in front of him. The iPad resting on the counter as well.
“It was!” Dickie protests, “If they weren’t keeping me awake with their giggling and stuff, they were walking around the apartment practically naked…” he shakes his head as Zaqiel laughs again, “...I swear to God, I didn’t know where to look.”
“Away,” Zaqiel states, “Look away, Dickie.”
“I tried, Tah!” he replies, using Zaq’s real name. “But, like, Sunday morning we’re playing Madden together and she’s got this loose vest on, so every now and then in my peripheral vision I just see girl nipple…” Dickie wipes his hand down his face.
“I’m sure there are worst sights,” Tahsin jokes, before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, but she beat me on Madden and I lost the bet,” Dickie whines.
Tahsin laugh again, “What bet did you make?
“Nothing much, I just have to wear one of her t-shirts for my entrance on the next show.” Dickie shrugs, smiling to himself as he looks at the screen of his iPhone; Tahsin does the same as the conversation lulls into silence for a moment.
“Portland still on a season break?” Tahsin asks, breaking the silence. He already knows the answer before Dickie even nods. “So you have some time, try and make an appearance in Outback Pro - I can put in a good word for you!” Tahsin’s smile grows wider as he waits for the answer.
“I’ll try and reach out again,” Dickie reassures him, “see if it’s possible, but don’t hold your breath.”
“I won’t,” Tahsin shakes his head, “If not you can always just take a vacation and come see me…” he suggests, and Dickie can’t help but laugh. They’ve talked about it ever since Tahsin left SCCW and moved to Australia, making their secret relationship into a secret long distance relationship. They’re trying to make it work, though, despite the fifteen hour time difference between them.
“As soon as I can afford it,” Dickie replies, “I promise.”
“You promise?” Tahsin asks.
“I promise,” Dickie repeats himself, “You know I can’t wait to see you again, Tah--” Dickie’s attention is drawn to the sound of a cough coming from the hallway behind him, “--look, I’ve gotta go. You go get ready for your day and we’ll talk later, ok?”
“Ok,” Tahsin nods, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Dickie says as the facetime call comes to an abrupt end. Harter stands up from his seated position on the bench and moves towards the hallway, only to stop as a shadow appears in the doorway. Was someone there the whole time? Listening to Dickie and Tahsin’s call?! Dickie turns a paler shade of white as he stands there in horror, face to face with the woman who beat him for the Rising Star title, Murph B!
Murph has a wicked grin on her face, chewing on her bottom lip as walks into the locker room with her arms folded across her chest. “So cute…” she coos, taunting her in-ring rival. “...Dickie and Tah sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.”
“Look, Murph, I don’t know what you thin--” Dickie starts, only to get interrupted.
“Tah, though? That’s not a girl's name is it?” Murph teases, “And she sounded a bit, uh, masculine.”
“--please, stop, it’s not--
“Tah...Tah…” Murph repeats the name to herself, before adding, “...Tahsin? Tahsin Kılıç?” She giggles, raising one hand to her mouth to bite her thumb; Dickie stands there in silence, dread encompassing his entire being as Murph puts the final piece of the puzzle together. “Soooo, you and Zaqiel, huh? Strange, I thought he was some kind of ladies man.” Murph taps her finger on her chin in a contemplative state “I’m just really curious, who is the top or bottom? You seem like a bottom.”
“It’s not what you think!” Dickie lies.
“So the big macho men aren’t a couple of arse bandits then?” She taunts him, causing Dickie to wince at the use of the homophobic slur. “It’s ok if you are, Dickie, I’m happy if you’ve found love. Really I am. But why the secrecy? It’s 2017, there’s no need to stay in the closet…”
But Dickie doesn’t answer. He can’t. His mind is just working overtime, wondering what it’d be like to be openly gay in the wrestling business. So far it’s only Meredith and Tahsin that know his secret, and that was enough for Dickie. He knows the other wrestlers aren’t all the most accepting people - as evident by the homophobic slur Murph used moments ago! But the rest of the industry might be even more brutal. It might even affect Dickie’s and Tahsin’s work prospects if some promoters knew the truth.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Dickie whispers, “We don’t want anyone to know yet…” He tries his best to remain steadfast, but his knees are trembling; the fear is evident in his eyes, and he knows Murph can probably sense it. Figuratively speaking, she has by the balls right now.
She smirks and playfully slaps Dickie on the cheek a couple of times as she assures him, “I won’t tell anyone, Dickie, I promise. Just exactly what kind of bitch do you think I am?”
Dickie laughs nervously, and the scene comes to an end.
Off Camera
“She had one of her girlfriends over on Saturday night,” Dickie whines, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. The training day is over, but Harter is sitting in the SCCW locker room, straddling a bench as he tries to make a Facetime call in peace.
A laugh emanates from the phone as former SCCW wrestler, and current Outback Pro tag team champion, Zaqiel seems to be enjoying Dickie’s pain. “You poor thing, that must’ve been terrible.” From the looks of it, Zaqiel has just woken up; his unkempt bed hair strewn all over the place as he rests his elbow on the kitchen counter to prop up his head, with a cup of coffee in front of him. The iPad resting on the counter as well.
“It was!” Dickie protests, “If they weren’t keeping me awake with their giggling and stuff, they were walking around the apartment practically naked…” he shakes his head as Zaqiel laughs again, “...I swear to God, I didn’t know where to look.”
“Away,” Zaqiel states, “Look away, Dickie.”
“I tried, Tah!” he replies, using Zaq’s real name. “But, like, Sunday morning we’re playing Madden together and she’s got this loose vest on, so every now and then in my peripheral vision I just see girl nipple…” Dickie wipes his hand down his face.
“I’m sure there are worst sights,” Tahsin jokes, before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, but she beat me on Madden and I lost the bet,” Dickie whines.
Tahsin laugh again, “What bet did you make?
“Nothing much, I just have to wear one of her t-shirts for my entrance on the next show.” Dickie shrugs, smiling to himself as he looks at the screen of his iPhone; Tahsin does the same as the conversation lulls into silence for a moment.
“Portland still on a season break?” Tahsin asks, breaking the silence. He already knows the answer before Dickie even nods. “So you have some time, try and make an appearance in Outback Pro - I can put in a good word for you!” Tahsin’s smile grows wider as he waits for the answer.
“I’ll try and reach out again,” Dickie reassures him, “see if it’s possible, but don’t hold your breath.”
“I won’t,” Tahsin shakes his head, “If not you can always just take a vacation and come see me…” he suggests, and Dickie can’t help but laugh. They’ve talked about it ever since Tahsin left SCCW and moved to Australia, making their secret relationship into a secret long distance relationship. They’re trying to make it work, though, despite the fifteen hour time difference between them.
“As soon as I can afford it,” Dickie replies, “I promise.”
“You promise?” Tahsin asks.
“I promise,” Dickie repeats himself, “You know I can’t wait to see you again, Tah--” Dickie’s attention is drawn to the sound of a cough coming from the hallway behind him, “--look, I’ve gotta go. You go get ready for your day and we’ll talk later, ok?”
“Ok,” Tahsin nods, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Dickie says as the facetime call comes to an abrupt end. Harter stands up from his seated position on the bench and moves towards the hallway, only to stop as a shadow appears in the doorway. Was someone there the whole time? Listening to Dickie and Tahsin’s call?! Dickie turns a paler shade of white as he stands there in horror, face to face with the woman who beat him for the Rising Star title, Murph B!
Murph has a wicked grin on her face, chewing on her bottom lip as walks into the locker room with her arms folded across her chest. “So cute…” she coos, taunting her in-ring rival. “...Dickie and Tah sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.”
“Look, Murph, I don’t know what you thin--” Dickie starts, only to get interrupted.
“Tah, though? That’s not a girl's name is it?” Murph teases, “And she sounded a bit, uh, masculine.”
“--please, stop, it’s not--
“Tah...Tah…” Murph repeats the name to herself, before adding, “...Tahsin? Tahsin Kılıç?” She giggles, raising one hand to her mouth to bite her thumb; Dickie stands there in silence, dread encompassing his entire being as Murph puts the final piece of the puzzle together. “Soooo, you and Zaqiel, huh? Strange, I thought he was some kind of ladies man.” Murph taps her finger on her chin in a contemplative state “I’m just really curious, who is the top or bottom? You seem like a bottom.”
“It’s not what you think!” Dickie lies.
“So the big macho men aren’t a couple of arse bandits then?” She taunts him, causing Dickie to wince at the use of the homophobic slur. “It’s ok if you are, Dickie, I’m happy if you’ve found love. Really I am. But why the secrecy? It’s 2017, there’s no need to stay in the closet…”
But Dickie doesn’t answer. He can’t. His mind is just working overtime, wondering what it’d be like to be openly gay in the wrestling business. So far it’s only Meredith and Tahsin that know his secret, and that was enough for Dickie. He knows the other wrestlers aren’t all the most accepting people - as evident by the homophobic slur Murph used moments ago! But the rest of the industry might be even more brutal. It might even affect Dickie’s and Tahsin’s work prospects if some promoters knew the truth.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Dickie whispers, “We don’t want anyone to know yet…” He tries his best to remain steadfast, but his knees are trembling; the fear is evident in his eyes, and he knows Murph can probably sense it. Figuratively speaking, she has by the balls right now.
She smirks and playfully slaps Dickie on the cheek a couple of times as she assures him, “I won’t tell anyone, Dickie, I promise. Just exactly what kind of bitch do you think I am?”
Dickie laughs nervously, and the scene comes to an end.