The Roots Of A Beautiful Storm

In the guest bedroom we see Tornado Desencadenado fast asleep in the bed where Trixie slowly creeps in carrying a tray with protein pancakes topped with blueberries as she sets them down on his bed as well as the egg timer from the kitchen that Trixie turns to start the time and turns back to cause an ear wrenching ring to act as an alarm clock. The young man awakes with a start, sitting up immediately, his long unruly hair flopping down over his face.





Trixie says placing the tray on his bed and then takes one of the blueberries to eat herself.



Through his bangs Trixie’s houseguest stares at her; then turns his attention to the tray of food.  His face is slightly flush, as he seems a bit confounded by the circumstances.



Placing the tray in front of him he takes up a fork and cuts into the stack of pancakes with it.  He takes a bite, chews, and swallows, before remembering his manners.





Trixie says taking one more blueberry and leaves the bedroom to then get herself changed for training in the downstairs training room, leaving Tornado alone to finish his meal and dress for their training.



In the training room, Trixie is dressed in pigtails with her black short shorts on, black sports bra and boots she just finishes tying together.



Tornado is dressed in an Alpha Wrestling Empire tee shirt and shorts as he finishing his stretching exercises.



Trixie walks over to point to her only tag team title she’s held in wrestling for an Indy Company and the date 26 Jan 2016 is engraved into a plaque to date her title.



Trixie says with a smile, responding as he did teasingly.
Impressed with what he’s been told, the Fundamental Elemental nodded.



Trixie smiles, noting her protege was a quick learner and pulls out from her bag a small armband with “SS” in a white font.



Trixie then tosses the armband to Tornado, who studies the accessory bemusedly.





Trixie says with a little grossed out shiver on her spine. The young man puts the armband on and slides it up until it’s taut against his bicep.



Trixie whistles to the back and coming out are two guys who Trixie kindly asked to be their training dummies, students of Vegas wrestling and they hop in the ring.



Trixie says resting her hand on his shoulder and nods to the blonde student. Surprised that they would have live sparring partners for the session, TD hesitated a moment before complying.  He rushed his target and brought him down to the mat.  He held onto the man’s legs while simultaneously pivoting 360 degrees, lifting him off the mat.  One rotation turned to another, and another, each one faster than the last. Measuring the student as he goes around and around, Trixie gets the spot, picks her mark and jumps up to shoot her legs out and dropkick the young man as he comes around.



Not expecting Trixie to boot the helpless student in the head, Tornado releases his grip, which causes his cargo to crash unceremoniously to the canvass and rolling several feet away from them both.





The young man then goes to check on their downed sparring partner…..



In the very same ring stands Trixie and Tornado, Trixie on the left, him on the right as she brushes her hair over her ear.







The woman’s voice trails off as she blanks on the name the two chose for their finisher, which TD helpfully provides.





Another pause before Tornado takes his cue.



The young man glares at the camera in disgust. Trixie looks to him very impressed, seeing a spark of tenacity and confidence with a nod to know she took the right person under her wing.