"Friendship is Mayhem"
Sitting in a ball on the floor against a door of a narrow corridor is
Sandy Deserts, wearing an expensive golden cocktail dress . Eye-liner streams down her face as she continues to cry with tears streaming down her checks. She wipes her face, trying to get a grip of herself as leans her back, resting it against the wall. When the sadness stops flowing down from her eyes, she does her best to slowly get to her feet, brushing herself off before turning around to face a familiar door, looking at it and thinking about what just happened.
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Colourful strobe lights flash on and off constantly as the beat of the music pumps through the speakers and into the bodies of those who occupy the dance floor, as well as those in the surrounding booths and the bar area consuming what we can assume to be alcoholic beverages. The atmosphere is active with everybody enjoying themselves - especially one of the beauties who appears to be leaving the designated dancing area in favour of another drink from the bar. At closer inspection, it is Sandy Deserts who looks to be having the time of her life with sweat almost pouring from her face. She bobs her head to the music until a bartender walks over to her. Without blinking an eyelid, Sandy smiles and orders "I'll have another please." Oddly enough, the bartender has remembered Sandy's drink of choice despite only being in the night club for a couple of hours. A little tired after moving around so much, Sandy hops up onto one of the barstools and patiently waits for her drink which arrives shortly after. She attempts to pay the barman but he waves it off, giving the drink to her on the house. "Thank you" Sandy replies, putting the money for the drink and then some into his tip collection jar for the night.
As she quickly downs the beverage, she looks around the night club trying to spot someone of interest but she doesn't find anybody on the dance floor nor in the booths. Sandy turns her attention to the entrance and surely enough, she sees the person she has been looking for and polishes off the rest of her drink. Excited, she jumps up off the barstool and manoeuvres through the crowd to get to her friend and tag team partner,
Celeste Crimson, who doesn't seem quite as cheerful to see Sandy. Nevertheless, Sandy wraps her arms around and gives her a huge hug before letting go, realising that Celeste isn't putting as much effort into the greeting and not hugging back as much:
"When you said you wanted to catch up for drinks, I didn't think you'd drag me to a night club." Sandy gives her an odd look before responding,
"Hey c'mon now, we're roughly the same age and I've been tearing up the dance floor, beating most of the young ones with my skills." Sandy begins to dance in front of Celeste, showcasing the most basic of moves with extreme passion - the sprinkler. Embarrassed, Celeste looks away as Sandy switches to the monkey.
"I also picked this place because they've got booths with their own personal waiter. I've reserved us a table already. Come." Celeste sighs as Sandy waves her forward as she walks through the crowded entrance way, pretending to swim to the beat as she leads her partner.
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After seconds of hearing keys rattle from behind a closed door of a hotel room, the door opens slowly and the lights flicker on as the Fairy Glitter Armageddon enter the room with Sandy slightly staggering in first as Celeste follows behind, closing the door and hanging up her coat in the wardrobe without showing any ill effects of alcohol. Both girls are wearing cocktail dresses, Sandy opting for the golden option whilst Celeste goes for the ever-forgiving black whilst both girls wear high heels to match their outfits. Unfortunately for Sandy, the amount of ‘free' drinks have caused her to lose some balance, crashing on one of the double beds in the room with a sigh of relief coming from Sandy. Celeste walks up to her bedside table and puts Sandy's handbag on there. As she does, Sandy grabs the arm of Celeste:
"Thanks bud... I owe you one..." An exhausted Celeste, having not only to put with the fatigue of being awake for a very long period but also Sandy's alcohol-fuelled comments, rolls her eyes and easily slips her hand away from Sandy's grip.
"Don’t worry about it. My services were free of charge - just like your drinks tonight." Sandy lets out a laugh as Celeste walks over to her bed, sitting down and rubbing her head.
"You're no fun. I was thinking of grabbing my dominatrix suit." Celeste lets out a long sigh as if hearing that comment has caused pain for her in the first time in her life. Sandy sits up and smiles, continuing the conversation.
"Maybe I could run around the room as I chase you..."
After a somewhat awkward silence of Sandy staring at Celeste who has her head almost in her own lap rubbing her head, Sandy pipes up once more
"Hey... I was only having a joke, Celeste. You seem like you have a headache... if you want, we can get some rest before travelling to the next destination." Celeste head lifts up and she doesn't seem to be amused by this suggestion at all.
"So we can have something go my way for a change then? Wow, that's a surprise..." Celeste sarcastically replies before looking away and then looking back down. Sandy, a little taken back and confused by this comment, responds to Celeste
"I'm sorry?" "Oh, and an apology too!" Celeste gets up from her position and walks to the bathroom, turning on the light. Sandy slowly gets to her feet and heads over to the entrance of the bathroom, leaning on the door frame where she sees Celeste looking at herself in the mirror with Sandy's face in the background of the reflection.
"I might be a little intoxicated but I sense that you aren't too happy right now - are you okay?"
It might have been the tone of voice Sandy used or maybe the fact that she was a bit drunk but what she said triggered something in Celeste, causing her eyes to twitch suddenly with anger starting to fill her face.
"No... no Sandy, I'm not okay." Celeste turns around to face Sandy with Sandy having a look of concern on her face.
"What’s up, then? Tell me wha- "What’s up? I’ll tell you what is up: I train my arse off to be in peak physical condition - something that is quite difficult for someone my age to do - and no matter what I try, I always end up on the losing end and getting the short stick. In the last few weeks, I've had title opportunity after title opportunity and for some reason; I cannot muster the energy to pull off the victory. Hell, I've hardly had any luck with winning regular matches." Celeste goes to turn back around until Sandy speaks:
"It happens to the best of us, Celeste. It's not y-" "And yet" interrupts Celeste, wagging her finger,
"The prodigy child and 'legendary' Sandy Deserts comes along and finds herself gearing up for a shot at the championship she once represented, gathering more hype than myself earning a World championship opportunity. Hell, Saboteur got more television time than I did.
Celeste turns around and leans on the basin, bowing her head. After hearing the true thoughts of her partner, Sandy is left at a cross-road of what to do: does she respond or is this something she should dismiss? She finally decides to comfort Celeste, approaching her slowly and going to rub her shoulder. However, Celeste unexpectedly stands up and throws Sandy's hand away
"I don't want your pity." Celeste storms out of the bathroom and back into the main room with Sandy following.
"Then what do you want from me? I don't understand." Celeste instantly turns around and gets into Sandy's face.
"I want you to be my tag team partner and not some ****e who jiggles her product around to get what she wants." Now Sandy gets a bit angry, straightening herself up as Celeste was looking down on her, giving herself some breathing room.
"Whoa, whoa Celeste... I have absolutely no idea where this has come from and I can understand that you are frustrated with losing all the time..." Celeste twitches her neck.
"... but if you haven't noticed, I'm in the same boat as you as I haven’t had many wins since returning. I even lost to you when it came down to finding out who would be the next Elite X contender was and we had no quarrels then... and just like your World championship shot, my Mayhem contenders match got randomly drawn and we had no control over these things yet you are the one who tells me off about competing for a singles championship when we are supposed to be a team? How dare you suggest that I’ve flaunted and paraded myself around to get this title opportunity? If anything, I should be the one calling you the ****e!"
Celeste snaps at this comment and slaps Sandy her across the face. The look of intensity from the eyes of Celeste almost scares Sandy.
“Get out” says Celeste in a calm and collected tone. Sandy is unresponsive to this request; causing Celeste grabs a nearby lamp and pegs it at the wall, shattering it into shards all across the floor.
" “GET OUT!” As Celeste continues to release her anger, Sandy quickly backs out of the room and exits just as Celeste told her too. Sandy shuts the door behind her and begins to cry as she slides down the door to a sitting position.
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Sandy is still standing in front of her hotel room door with a key-card in her possession trying to hold back the tears as she wipes the last of them away. She takes a deep breath before slowly approaching the door, swiping her card through the automatic lock and opening the door. She tries pushing the door open but something seems to be blocking her path, forcing Sandy to shoulder barge the door, leaving her enough of a gap to enter the room comfortably. As she enters the room, she sees a flipped table on the floor that was blocking her entrance and slips around the carnage. Looking into the room she sees that clothes, pieces of glass and lamps are scattered across the ground with the beds in upside-down positions. She looks up from the ground and sees Celeste leaning on the window, looking outside who appears to be breathing heavy but at a slower pace. She notices Sandy creeping up behind and she turns her head to see her, who stops halfway across the room to leave Celeste plenty of space. Nothing is said as Celeste continues to stare out the window and Sandy tries to piece everything together. Eventually, Sandy is the one who breaks the silence.
"For the sake of our friendship, I'm going to ignore that this night never occurred and that you didn't lay your hands on me. I will apologise if I said anything stupid as not only am I slightly influenced by alcohol right now but the situation became really heated and I reacted with the wrong choice of words. What you and I have is too much to cherish that an outbreak like this shouldn't cause us to split, even though my decision to continue going after the Mayhem title may be the exact reason why your concerns were voiced in the first place. You may not agree with my decision but as my friend, you have to respect it. This is my first major opportunity in WZCW that I have earned and I'm not going to throw it all away. Just like I supported you when you went after the Elite X & World titles, I only ask for you to support me in going for the Mayhem title... a championship whose rules got me famous for being who I am as a wrestler. It holds a special place in my life and the significance of the Mayhem title to me is unparalleled, something I don't think you fully understand. So whether you like it or not, I'm going out there when it comes time to face Vega for that prize he carries around his shoulder and I’m going to do my very best to take that title away from him. You'll still be my friend in my eyes regardless whether I walk out with the title or not and I’d still like to continue being a tag team but if my shot at the Mayhem title is going to end our friendship, then so be it...
Sandy looks to her right and sees that her bag full of belongings had been miraculously untouched during this entire ordeal. She grabs it and pulls out the handle so she is able to wheel her bag, putting it on the ground and opens the door whilst Celeste continues to stare out the window. Before Sandy leaves, she says one more thing:
"I’ve said my piece - I’m leaving this decision concerning our friendship up to you - I hope you make the right decision, Celeste. I'll see you at Ascension." She turns around, exits the room and leaves the room, beginning to walk down the corridor. A tear streams down from her eye as she pulls out her phone.
"Yeah, I need a Taxi please."
