Post by Austin & Todrick Ramsey on Aug 11, 2023 22:53:26 GMT -5
Turmoil At Home
Daniel Ramsey: “Mom, I know you saw that, don’t even pretend you didn’t.”
Toddy turns around innocently.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Saw what, Daniel?”
Daniel looks irritated and points at Dominic and then at the block. Dominic looks at his mother with a sweet look on his face. He then turns his attention back to his sister, Diana.
Daniel Ramsey: “Mom, he threw that block and hit me in the head.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Sorry, honey, I didn’t see it. Besides, he’s eight months old; how hard could he have thrown it?”
Daniel Ramsey: “OMG, you always take his side. Like he can never do any wrong; look at him over there, smirking.”
Dominic did appear to have a smirk on his face, but he didn’t look up. He continued to build blocks with his sister. Toddy shrugs at Daniel; he turns red and slams his book shut. He stands up and glares at his mother.
Daniel Ramsey: “Fuck this, I’m out. I’m going over to Brooke’s to study.”
Austin slams his book and instantly springs to his feet. Daniel starts to walk away, but Austin uses his cat-like reflexes and is in his face in a matter of seconds.
Austin Ramsey: “What you are going to do, is turn around and apologize to your mother for speaking to her that way. That is what you are going to do.”
Todrick zones out for a minute and is deep in her thoughts.
“Whew, Chile, Austin is so sexy when he goes all disciplinarian. I want to grab him, run upstairs, and take the spanking for whatever the children did. Oh wow, am I turning into Francine from American Dad? Biiiiiiiiiitch, get it all the way together, girl. But I can’t help it; he is standing there shirtless, muscles just poppin’ and…bitch what did I just say?”
Toddy snaps back to reality when she realizes Daniel has walked over, hugging her and saying he is sorry. Austin walks over and sits down with the twins. They instantly crawl over to their father and climb into his arms.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “It’s okay, Daniel. I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. I’m sure he was playing. But that doesn’t invalidate your feelings.”
Toddy sees the welt forming on the side of his head. She gently kisses the side of his face. He seems content and walks away. She looks over at Austin, who is gently rocking the twins. They both have their thumbs in their mouths and are falling asleep. Something about the sound of Austin’s heartbeat always puts them to sleep. He looks up, and they lock eyes. Toddy blows him a kiss and heads upstairs to their bedroom. Daniel is coming downstairs; he stops to kiss his mom on the cheek. He continues to bound down the stairs.
Toddy smiles and continues to her room. She undresses and takes a quick shower. She steps out and wipes off the mirror, and looks at herself. She doesn’t hear Austin come into the room. He walks into the bath into the bathroom and positions himself behind her, puts his hands on her waist, and kisses her neck.
Austin Ramsey: “Those cakes look like they are ready to be served. I’m hungry.”
Toddy smiles and tilts her head up to kiss him.
Austin Ramsey: “The babies are asleep, Daniel is gone, Edward and Chatman are out doing god knows what together, and we haven’t worked out today. Do you want to burn some calories?
Toddy turns around, and Austin pulls her close and looks down into her eyes.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Boy stop; we need to go downstairs and actually work out. We have tag team titles to win back at Summer Madness. We are facing eight other teams who each want the same thing that we want, and some of them are hungry.”
Austin makes a face and lowers his hands to grip the “cakes”.
Austin Ramsey: “So, you want me to believe that you came up here, midday, to shower and go back downstairs to workout? I think you wanted a different type of workout that involves me.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Well, maybe I did, but we need to focus, Sir. Our stars continue to rise, and the expectation of us is to steal the show in the division that we built and carried on our backs.”
Austin Ramsey: “At least let me stretch you out...I meant…help stretch you out before our workout.”
Toddy pushes him back and laughs.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Austin, I’m serious. I need you to focus. I’m not blaming you, but you know that when you lose focus, we lose the match. We cannot afford that on Sunday.”
Austin sighs and concedes that his afternoon plans have just gone up in smoke.
Austin Ramsey: “I know, I know. But can you blame me with you standing there looking like that?”
Toddy gives him a little wiggle and walks into her closet. Austin sits on the edge of the bed.
Austin Ramsey: “Babe, I want you to know I am taking this seriously. I really want to stay at the top of the mountain. We can’t go back to the bottom of the pack when we are directly responsible for them all being here for tag team wrestling. I am focused, and I will never forget that you gave up a red-hot singles career to team up with me. I won't let you down.”
Toddy walks out in a red satin robe and poses in the doorway. Austin looks up, and his mouth hangs open.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “You never let me down. As a matter of fact, I like your idea of stretching before we workout. So, what do you say we create some turmoil right now?”
Austin eagerly pulls the bedspread and sheets back and hops against the headboard. He waves his finger, signaling for her to come to him. Todrick saunters over to her husband.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “I suppose we do need to work on the timing of our tag team moves. This is a rare opportunity in this madhouse to have a moment to ourselves.”
Austin Ramsey: “All hail the Queen…or should I say Empress.”
Turmoil In The House That We Built
A few hours later, Austin and Todrick are downstairs in the kitchen cooking dinner for the household. They hear the garage door open, Sam Chatman walks through the door holding his head, and Edward Grado walks in behind him. Sam shoots Austin a dirty look, and Edward is proudly strutting in behind him. Sam immediately goes upstairs and shuts his bedroom door. Edward disappears before Austin can ask him any questions. Todrick looks over at him and smiles.
Austin Ramsey: “Fuck me, I wonder what he’s done now.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Who Sam or Edward?”
Austin Ramsey: “I don’t want to talk about it, I’ll get a headache. But Sam’s back, so he can watch the twins, and we can go out if you want.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Has that become the “rent” for staying here, you have to watch the kids?”
Todrick giggles while Austin nods and shrugs. They finish prepping the food and wrap it up. Toddy writes a note with instructions on how to cook it and tapes it to the refrigerator door.
Austin Ramsey: “Aren’t you the one who is always saying I work too much, and we need to spend more time together? I present that by allowing our eldest and friends to stay here and save their money for moments like this. So they have to watch two of the most adorable children in the world; that’s a small price to pay.”
Toddy nods and picks her purse up off the counter. They head into the garage, and Austin opens her car door and helps her into the car. He closes her door and gets in the driver’s seat. He backs the car out of the garage into the street. He takes her hand in his and begins driving. Everything that had been happening in their professional and personal lives melted away, and the two had become one. They rode in silence but had a full conversation with one another. That is how in tune with one another they were.
Toddy’s words at the WGWF presser couldn’t be truer at this moment. Austin parks not far from Times Square, and he rushes over to open her door and help her out of the car. The night was clear, and the moon was shining bright. They begin walking hand in hand, taking in the sights. To them, the world was moving slowly all around them but to everyone else; it was that famous New York fast pace. They find themselves looking at the giant screen in Times Square. Their peace quickly turned to turmoil as they wanted a quiet moment but found themselves surrounded by wrestling fans who knew who they were.
News of Summer Madness had spread, and the WGWF had sold out Madison Square Garden. Austin let Toddy’s hand go as she smiled sweetly at everyone and began signing the items that were being stretched toward her. Austin instinctively began to back away to let Toddy have her moment. But to his surprise, he felt a tug at his pant leg, and he looked down and saw a little boy with red hair with a notebook outstretched toward him.
“Ah, the red-headed stepchild is the one who sees me. He reminds me of myself at that age. Let me not disappoint him like everyone in my life disappointed me at that age.”
More people began handing him things, and he looked over at Toddy, bewildered. He began signing the items. The sounds melt away, and he finds himself inside his head, not with 28 other personalities all conversing, but one voice speaking, his own.
“What is happening? Usually, it would be Toddy and her Rockstars all clamoring over her. People are handing me stuff and taking pictures with me, independent of her. Are people actually starting to see me when I’m with her? I have never experienced this. I don’t know how to feel, it feels good, but I can’t get over the fact that this isn’t like every other time when I’m treated like it is Mr. and Mrs. Whitney Houston, and she is Whitney. Thank God, Allah, or whatever deity runs this cosmic mosh pit that I was never jealous of her success.
Was that the personalities that kept me grounded? I don’t think so, I think it is my love for her, but I guess we will never know. It’s a bit lonely in my head now, but she is my one true constant. I guess I will learn how to navigate this new experience. The little boy who was thrown in a trash can is finally shining to the outside like the diamond in the ruff that I truly am.”
The couple signs the last item but remains surrounded as people take pictures with both of them. There were even some of the beautiful Show Stealerz t-shirts on some of the people in the crowd. The crowd records them, and they look at one another. Austin nods, and Todrick turns back to them with a sweet smile.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Hi Rockstars! It is so good to see each one of your beautiful faces tonight. You never disappoint when it comes to the outpouring of love and support. We truly appreciate it.”
The crowd turns to look at Austin, expecting him to say something. This wasn’t a wrestling ring, interview area, The Velvet Rabbit, or even his Austin’s World podcast. He was completely caught off guard.
Austin Ramsey: “Ah…right. My beautiful wife is exactly right. We both appreciate you so much because you are the reason why we do what we do.”
Todrick gives his hand a squeeze to relax him. He feels the wave of relief as it washes over him. She always knew how to push the right button to get him where he needed to be mentally or physically.
Austin Ramsey: “So, Rockstars, you want to talk about Summer Madness?”
The crowd all shout yes in unison. Todrick looks at the look of excitement on her husband’s face, and it is now her that remains silent to let him have his moment. He had done it for her since 2019, and she was happy to finally return his kindness.
Austin Ramsey: “I’m not going to stand here and sugarcoat what an uphill battle we are facing heading into night one of the show. We are facing eight other tag teams, that is, 14 other people all wanting to accomplish the same goal, winning the WGWF Tag Team Championships from the current champions. They also want to do something that we always do, and that is stealing the show at high-pressure, high-visibility moments. We are called The Show Stealerz for a reason, and that is everywhere we go; we steal the whole damn show.
Now, I said 14 other people excluded the champions, so let’s talk about them for a moment, shall we? Let’s talk about the low-hanging fruit first, don’t worry JMont, I’ll get to you in a minute.”
Austin winks at the cameras.
Austin Ramsey: “There is a mystery team out there that no one knows who they are or what they are going to bring to the table. Personally, I think it’s a cliché. This whole mystery person, dark-shrouded figure routine that is plaguing the WGWF is stale and overdone, yet here we are. If it’s Damage and Ragnarök returning as a team with another terrible tag team name, then color me unimpressed. We’ve already put them down like the rabid hyenas they behave like. Damage is coming back to do absolutely nothing like his first run here. I mean, seriously, if it wasn’t for Sam Chatman, would you even remember his name?
Ragnarök is going to bore us to death with another Norse God rip-off character that is even worse than the last one. He’s like Thor with no hammer, the god of nothing that is on his way to a beer belly, ugly pajamas, and seclusion. We proved their title run was a fluke and not worthy of being mentioned ever again. Perhaps it is the returning team known as The Syndicate, who never really showed up when the pressure got hot, did they? Must we beat them again? I they should honestly be thanking us, hell every team featured in this match should because of the two teams I just mentioned and all of our hard work and dedication, Toddy and I built the tag team division, and whoever they are, they are coming into the house that we built. But let’s keep going, shall we?
Team Terry Marshall, we’ve got a stiff old man and someone to hold his feather boa. Another mystery, he probably couldn’t find someone who would agree to play second fiddle while he walks around the ring posing, holding on to the last portion of his career like that bandana holds on to the last of that hair. I understand he wants to live out a grand moment in the last moments of his career, but this is the WGWF where the elite come to play, and no one is going to get down on the mat and let you win because you consider yourself a legend in this business. Some people don’t know when to retire, but I promise you will know just that after this match. I promise you won’t be posing when that bell rings after the referee has counted one, two, three. You are coming into the house that we built.
The Cassette Collective, man, we really like those girls. They are both a ray of sunshine in a rather dark and dull existence in this business. Being bright and bubbly is an attribute, but it’s not enough to carry you over the finish line, something they recently found out when they faced The Young Lions. If they survive until the last team comes out, they are going to be hell-bent on taking out the team that beat them to prove to themselves and the world that they have a place in this division. They do, but they are coming into the house that we built.
The Guardians Protection Services, one never shuts up, and one doesn’t speak with words anyway. They are known to dish out heavy violence, but the other thing that they are known for is excessive drug use. Will they be clean and sober enough to be a threat in this match? Sure, they have a long history of teaming together, and when they are on, they operate as a well-oiled machine, but this is WGWF, where you better always be on because of the caliber of division we have here. They won’t be as boisterous and fun-loving when that bell rings, and they find themselves flat on the mat. I hope they are prepared for the biggest challenge of their careers to date because they are coming into the house that we built.
The Pride, I’ll put as much effort into them as they did coming into the home of the elite for this match. Not much; they couldn’t even be bothered to put up a profile in the tag team roster section for all of you to see who they are and what they are about. Are we really supposed to consider them a threat when they are walking into the door, underwhelming us all? I’ll give them a bone, FPV has gone by many names. He used to fancy himself a brawler, but now he is trying his hand at being a technical powerhouse. He has held some titles, he owns a coffee shop, and he has money. Let’s all pray he isn’t JMont Jr. since he is rich. Oh, he has weak ankles, so there’s that. You’re welcome to the other teams. His partner, Joule, she had a short stint in a company, then went to the Indies. She is coming here hoping to make a name for herself. That’s it, that’s the info. At any rate, maybe they will turn their on switch in the upright position when they enter the house that we built.
The Ultimate Alliance of Violence also known as your transitional champions. Mac Bane and Bam Miller are two men that I have a lot of history with. I have said it before, and I’ll say it again, what impact have these two had since winning those championships? They haven’t done anything other than lose a match to John Cable and Spencer Adams, a team that was thrown together at the last minute. If they couldn’t handle that, how can they expect to handle well-established teams that have been working together for quite some time? The Young Lions won’t be there to help them out this time, so one has to wonder if they are going to be a factor toward the end of this match.
Seriously, Bam’s brick has more of a personality than he does, and Mac just stands there with his stupid cowboy hat and boots, looking for Kat Jones to do all the work getting their name out there. Speaking of Mac, I see you for the low-down, foot-dragging ass hoe that you are. You are a puss ass bitch who was never my friend, but I thank you for showing me that. It removes any sense of humanity that I would’ve had when we come face to face. If it wasn’t for Kat and their names on the card, would you even care that they are featured in this match? Do you care about them and believe in them as champions? Have they done one single thing to hype up this match or this division? No, so we will relieve them of that burden when they enter the house that we built. They don’t deserve to be talked about last.
JMont, unbunch your panties; it’s your turn. Oh yeah, you too, Atara. Here’s the deal JMont is everywhere, with his hands in every pot; he is unfocused and undisciplined and uses his family whenever he gets backed into a wall. When he was trying to destroy my family, it was always Mia’s name that he threw up, hoping it would get him out of whatever mess he put himself in. I swear Mia is the one who wears the boxers, and he is the one in the thong. I told you it wouldn’t be over until I punched you in the face, Joseph, and fate was kind enough to present that opportunity at Summer Madness.
I have been biding my time. You have been so busy kissing my ass that you have completely ignored your partner every step of the way. You want to be friends and involve me in your foolishness when she was pleading with you to focus on the task at hand. You are consumed with being liked and this wedding and not seeing the chamber with the round that has been pointed at your head. I’m sure you will have involved yourself in 20 more conflicts between now and Tag Team Turmoil; this story writes itself. Sonya, I meant Atara; damn, that’s how good Sonya was when she ripped off your entire gimmick earlier this year. She is a better Atara than Atara ever was. Look, sorry about your luck. You are partnered with one of the world’s most hated, and I’m sure that Mac and Bam are going to go after him with all they got. You came back to the same stalled career you left with. But hey, welcome back, and welcome to the house that we built.
Last and certainly least, The Young Lions. All right, maybe not least, and certainly a pain in my ass. The only team outside of us on this list that has actually done something worth being mentioned when it comes to tag teams in the WGWF. #Flowergate was hotter than anything our so-called champions have had to offer you. This team was hungry, and they brought it to us. That is where my respect ends. I have wanted to get my hands on you two for quite a while. Let’s see; you trashed my Porsche SUV, you trashed our stuff, ruined over $1,000 worth of cosmetics, pissed on our stuff, broke into our home, trashed it, and fucking spray painted my dog.
I’ve never been more motivated to try to kill another set of human beings, but I had to wait and do it the legal way. Now I can legally maim you both and get paid to do it. Outside of Joseph, I have never wanted to hurt someone as badly as I want to hurt you right now. That said, I’m a safe worker, so I’ll opt to embarrass you and send you both back to the sewers with the other rats where you belong. I promise you it won’t be quick, and it will be painful. I welcome you to the house that we built.
Now if that doesn’t get you all excited for the opening of night one, nothing will.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “The Emperor has spoken; let all those with ears heed his words and fall in line. Love you all.”
The couple wave and walk into the night.