Post by Jason Van Owen. on May 4, 2020 15:33:06 GMT -5
“I know what everyone is thinking, when you live your life in the public eye like we do, like wrestlers do, everybody gotta know your business. And well, shit really hit the fan for you guys huh? As if a breakup weren’t hard enough, believe me I KNOW, you then gotta the knock on effect where Leela getting booted while she’s down. Ain’t the first time either. So, I gotta take a estimated guess here and say everyone expecting us to go in HARD on y’all. Talk bout your personal lives and keep dragging all that muck up as if it’s gonna give us some kinda g up in this match. Fuck, that psychological long game might even have some tread when you get to thinking bout it…
But truth is? That ain’t me. I been around a minute now and you might just remember Leela, I aint never been the one to judge the way you live your life. I ain’t about the cheap shots or the easy way out on this shit. We ain’t gonna beat you cause your personal life gone to shit. And I ain’t interested in getting one over on you cause your relationships falling apart all over twitter. When we beat you, ain’t gonna be cause of a wandering dick or no lovers tiff. We gonna best you cause me and VO been training for this, we been getting set for this. It ain’t a joke to me;
I know how to have a laugh better than anyone and FUCK, I ain’t even expect the so-called good guys to stay on message and not dig into what a hot mess I really am. But I DO expect y’all to know that it ain’t gonna mean SHIT. Not a single thing y’all can dredge up is gonna affect how either of us wrestle in that ring. I train fucking hard, we both do. Seeking out guidance from other successful wrestlers and dedicating hours to training every single week. We didn’t decide to be a tag team on a whim, this ain’t some romantic thing. That sweatpants dancing lumbering pad of a fuck up is my best fucking friend and there ain’t a single thing you can do to drive a wedge between us. We understand loyalty, we always got each other.
And while you got guys like Danny running around pretending to be the good guys, we all know who the real heroes are…”
Cut to Maxx Bennett dressed in what can only be described as PornHub does Superheroes. A Tiny red and gold top with a matching skirt that is little more than a flap of material held together by sheer will power, thigh high boots and… golden handcuffs? WH emblazoned on the stretch of material across her chest ‘Wonder Ho’ smiles and then reaches a hand out to drag her partner onto screen.
“Do I really gotta wear this shit?”
“Duh. That’s the bit!!”
“Fuck it, I wanted to be Red Hood.”
“Ain’t no one know who the fuck that is!”
Sigh. Van Owen looked less than thrilled as he stood there rocking his Captain Ameri-- Wait, that wasn’t Captain America! That was Captain Save-A-Ho! It was even written across his shield as he stood there in all the get up of America’s First Avenger! Least he didn’t need the muscle filler for the get up. His dyed blonde hair, the single earring, he was rockin’ the kind of battle rattle that you’d think that Captain Save-A-Ho, America’s Favorite Fuckboi would be gussied up in.
“Yeah. This is what love looks like, when you’re willing to look like a simp because it matches your annoying ass best friend.”
Cut to Maxx, who waggled those glittery digits towards the camera, cut the camera back to Van Owen who stared into the camera like it was an episode of The Office, those eyes of his absolutely screaming.
“I’m not about to invade someone’s personal life though, it’s like Maxx says. That shit’s cheap and easy to go for, low hangin’ fruit, and we’re not talking about the angle of my dangle, if you get what I mean. You two are a team. It’s rough going through shit like you two are. I’m more interested in if you think you can handle an actual team while sorting through your own shit, cause Wonder Ho an’ Captain Save-a-Ho? We’re here and ready to save Tag Team wrestling.”
Maxx is going a little red in the face when the camera cuts back to her, holding in her laughter at the look of sheer horror on his face when Van Owen truly saw himself for the first time. She does some little woosa type movement with her hands and manages to compose herself, settling on a smirk instead.
“I mean, how you gotta look at this is, this company ain’t exactly got a track record of mad talented tag teams, they got a couple sure, but overall like almost any place, lot of this shit feels thrown together last minute… And that’s how I been getting to feeling about you two. Sure, you got some past or whatever but, do y’all really expect us to believe that your focus out here is this team? When Leela usually teaming with someone else for tags and Danny all about that limelight. Y’all signed up on this cause you thought this was gone be a cute couple thing you could do together.
This ain’t about commitment for you two, you ain’t committed to being the best team y’all can be. You ain’t even come here as a fucking team, I mean, god damn… Starting to look a little like glory hogging if I’m gonna be honest here. Y’all see a chance to nab some gold and suddenly you all about it huh? Fuck that. You wanna be a team here Leela, be your ACTUAL team, not drag along Bad boy gone good gone bad, for the ride.
Me and Vo? We came here to do this, weren’t a seconds thought on it neither, he the only person I ever considered to be a team mate, cause he knows me better than anyone and I know him better, we got chemistry in the ring that y’all are gonna wish you’d had in the bedroom. I gotta be honest for a second, no matter how many people watching all this think we underdogs? Truth is, we ain’t underdogs, we the rightful fucking team to step this division up and that exactly what we gonna do.”
Maxx looks a little more serious by the end of her little speech. But then she pulls a superhero pose that flashes probably a little more than anyone was expecting to see. She then gives a knowing smirk to the camera and playfully pretends to cover VO’s eyes. VO’s reaction? He removed those hands and rolled those brilliantly blue eyes of his, looking back to the camera.
“Don’t look! My Wonder Pussy gonna blind you with its golden pussy magic!”
“Been there, done that, got the psychological sca-- Ow! Fuck!”
Yeah, of course Maxx smacked him for that.
“Anyways, before I got rudely fuckin’ assaulted. We’ve been through a mountain of shit together. Psychological trauma? Check. Physical trauma? Whoa-oh-oh, that’s a triple check across the board, Good Buddies. We can read each other, even during the heat of one of us getting our asses beat. That doesn’t come from canoodling on the couch, that comes from robbing trap houses and beating ass ‘cause we’re both fuckin’ stupid and don’t have an ounce of impulse control. We’d do more than just die for eachother, we’d fuckin’ kill for eachother. We’ve hurt plenty of people for each other, not just for necessity but for other people calling us out of our fuckin’ names. This isn’t a love story, this is a tale of survival in which we’ve had to rely on each other.”
Both hands dropped to his duty belt, one hand on either side of the brass clasp that bore the same insignia as his shield, hands gripping the leather and tugging to adjust himself as that bulge came into view because these two clowns really couldn’t help themselves, could they?
“And you can put that on me bein’ Captain Save-A-Ho. How you gonna beat us when you’re fighting as two different people instead of a team? The two of you are ex champs? Cool, so are we. All former gold toting assholes here. So, for all that singles glory you’ve got, we’ve got it too. You’ve got wacky antics and look like you’re gonna bust out in Disney songs? Right on, we got the whole fuckin’ catalogue memorized upstairs. You wanna turn this into a dance off? No one’s got better moves than us.”
Pause, beat. He dropped those hands from his belt.
“You two actually wanna bring the fucking heat and fight? We’ll drop the kinda nuclear payload that’s gonna scorch the whole place worse than when one of those GHB Fuckboiis lights up his dick taking a piss after one of their snuggle struggle parties.”
Maxx again smacked VO as she shook her head. The truth is they really CAN’T help themselves and comments like pussy magic and dick lighting were just them, because that is exactly what they are, unapologetically themselves and loving every second of it.
“As fun as it could be to turn this whole thing into a fucking dick swinging contest, that ain’t what we here for. We came here in an effort to light a fire in the tag division, we came here to remind people that you ain’t gotta be 2 of god fucking knows how mahy stable members, you ain’t gotta get love or heat from ‘the people that matter’ or none of the politicking shit games people play on Twitter to win poles and get likes. What we are is two fucking morons with a lot of aggression channeled into wrestling. We’re two runts of the litter who dragged ourselves up on our asses to stand in the same ring as people like you two.
People who handed adoration and love, people who are basically a fucking walking Disney movie. You got struggles, sure everyone does but you always gotta put on that mask. Both of y’all afraid to be your true selves and that ain’t gonna end well for you when it comes to us. Being at home in our own skin means we can trust ourselves more than you trust one another. I know for a fact that I am gonna walk away from EVERY match I have and know I did myself right. VO? He might be a little harder on himself but he knows he is who he is. He knows damn well that he puts himself out there every time.
We ain’t gotta sit around and worry about being likeable or marketable, we ain’t here tryna sell shirts or get an applause when we lose. You two be spending so much fucking time worried about what other people gonna think, I’m surprised if you actually got time to train together at all.”
Maxx pulls her shoulders back to stick out her chest with another smirk, shaking her hips a little and making a point of ensuring that she’s showing off every inch of her costume… and most of her body too if we’re being honest. A little shimmy and a giggle before she starts speaking again. Van Owen couldn’t help but to snicker at her antics, hiding it behind the hand that came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to mask genuine amusement for faux annoyance.
“If you got it, flaunt it. That's what they always say and we do just that, from body to personality to talent, we flaunt all we got and we ain’t sorry for a second for it neither. There ain’t a single thing on this earth that could make me turn away or put my back to this man. We a team through and through, we eat, drink, train and sleep together.
He likes to be little spoon.
Point is, we bonded and we know one another, there ain’t no secrets waiting to swallow our hopes whole and there ain’t no other partner waiting in the wings when this team fails. This is IT for us and we are fucking damn well gonna pull out everything we have to walk away with that W.”
Van Owen was still starin’ at her for the last comment, looking from her, to the camera.. then back to her! Then back to the camera!
“For the record? I have absolutely never met this woman in my fuckin’ life, and even if I did, I would absolutely NOT be the little spoon!”
...Sigh. Yeah, he sighed. He totally denied even knowing who his tag partner was, because people were gonna buy that shit. Maxx gave a cocky little smile from beside him.
“We’re stuck together. We even had a really cool ass team name that I looked up cause it was all fancy an’ shit that we’re not usin’ for something. Some reason that involves SOMEONE forgetting to register us as that, but that’s okay because I still trust that SOMEONE with my life. Most Tag Teams quit after what? Two matches? Three if they get lucky? I’d go to my death fighting alongside this broad, I’m even saying it on camera so she can throw it in my face later and use it against me the next time I piss her off, because she’s absolutely going to.”
Cue that semi annoyed look before he tapped the shield that he wore on his left arm, casuaaallly angling it so the lift reflected it off and into Maxx’s eyes. It was a complete accident and not at all on purpose and Maxx couldn’t prove otherwise!
“We’ve been training together, working together, but with all of that said, this is the crucible for us. This is where we find out what makes us or breaks us. You two are gonna be our first, and our biggest challenge as a tag team, even if it seems like someone called an audible on your end and switched out a key player with a second stringer that doesn’t quite.. seem to fit.”
He was glancin’ over to Maxx who was figuring out that he was intentionally reflecting that light right into her eyes.
“It’s like you said, that’s a real big fuckin’ yikes when you think about it.”
Maxx slams her hand down on the shield to move it, underestimates her swing and smacks into his thigh. This only makes her laugh when he tries to mask the pain. She looks up to him with the most innocent look that she could possibly muster.
“Ooops.”
Maxx flicks her hair back and smiles once again, then brings her attention back to the camera with that same faux-innocence.
“Y’all should get used to the whole, oops thing. Cause that’s gonna be how your whole night goes. Oops, we missed that move, Ooops, we missed that tag, Oooops, we didn’t break up that pin, OOOOOPS! We lost. Big fucking Oops all night.
Facts are, y’all don’t even deserve to BE Champions. How could you? You’re not a REAL team and this ain’t your REAL focus. I know, I knowwwww I keep saying that but holy shit does it bare repeating I mean, come on Leela, let’s be big girls for a second here. Lets get on the level and you can be honest; you don’t wanna be a Champion with him. You don’t want your first success in Union to be tied to all the mess you got going on and you sure as shit don’t wanna have to hear people use it against you over and over and over again. Shit, cards on the table, you ain’t gonna be able to handle that and we all know it.
VO and me? We willing to do Anything for eachother. Look at this fucking idiot, stood beside me with a goofy ass grin wearing spandex that is probably killing off his future kids all cause i asked him to. We a unit, we move as one and we gonna win as one. Between us? Trust and loyalty runs deep… But you two?
Well, you sure Danny even knows HOW to be loyal?
Cause his history would say nah, wouldn’t it. He got as bad habit of blaming other people for when shit goes bad and switching his shit up any time he thinks he on the back foot. Only reason he even gonna show up is cause there gold on the line and when y’all lose? Watch hom drop you like a sack of bricks.
You got nothing.
You don’t belong here.
Go the fuck home and wait for Disney to re-open. Go the fuck home and play happy families. Go the fuck home and have make-up sex for all I fucking care but don’t you DARE try and step to us like you give a single flying fuck about repping this division. You ain’t no TEAM, this ain’t it.”
Getting a little heated Maxx starts to get carried away with herself, VO lets her go for a little but then he gently wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her back, effectively silencing her mid-rant as he does. He just keeps there, lifted up in the air under his arm. She’s none too happy about it, but she accepts it nonetheless.
“In short.. Go home. We’ve got this.”
With that, Vo winks at the camera and Maxx blows a tuft of hair out of her face, considerably annoyed by being restrained, and then the camera goes to black.
But truth is? That ain’t me. I been around a minute now and you might just remember Leela, I aint never been the one to judge the way you live your life. I ain’t about the cheap shots or the easy way out on this shit. We ain’t gonna beat you cause your personal life gone to shit. And I ain’t interested in getting one over on you cause your relationships falling apart all over twitter. When we beat you, ain’t gonna be cause of a wandering dick or no lovers tiff. We gonna best you cause me and VO been training for this, we been getting set for this. It ain’t a joke to me;
I know how to have a laugh better than anyone and FUCK, I ain’t even expect the so-called good guys to stay on message and not dig into what a hot mess I really am. But I DO expect y’all to know that it ain’t gonna mean SHIT. Not a single thing y’all can dredge up is gonna affect how either of us wrestle in that ring. I train fucking hard, we both do. Seeking out guidance from other successful wrestlers and dedicating hours to training every single week. We didn’t decide to be a tag team on a whim, this ain’t some romantic thing. That sweatpants dancing lumbering pad of a fuck up is my best fucking friend and there ain’t a single thing you can do to drive a wedge between us. We understand loyalty, we always got each other.
And while you got guys like Danny running around pretending to be the good guys, we all know who the real heroes are…”
Cut to Maxx Bennett dressed in what can only be described as PornHub does Superheroes. A Tiny red and gold top with a matching skirt that is little more than a flap of material held together by sheer will power, thigh high boots and… golden handcuffs? WH emblazoned on the stretch of material across her chest ‘Wonder Ho’ smiles and then reaches a hand out to drag her partner onto screen.
“Do I really gotta wear this shit?”
“Duh. That’s the bit!!”
“Fuck it, I wanted to be Red Hood.”
“Ain’t no one know who the fuck that is!”
Sigh. Van Owen looked less than thrilled as he stood there rocking his Captain Ameri-- Wait, that wasn’t Captain America! That was Captain Save-A-Ho! It was even written across his shield as he stood there in all the get up of America’s First Avenger! Least he didn’t need the muscle filler for the get up. His dyed blonde hair, the single earring, he was rockin’ the kind of battle rattle that you’d think that Captain Save-A-Ho, America’s Favorite Fuckboi would be gussied up in.
“Yeah. This is what love looks like, when you’re willing to look like a simp because it matches your annoying ass best friend.”
Cut to Maxx, who waggled those glittery digits towards the camera, cut the camera back to Van Owen who stared into the camera like it was an episode of The Office, those eyes of his absolutely screaming.
“I’m not about to invade someone’s personal life though, it’s like Maxx says. That shit’s cheap and easy to go for, low hangin’ fruit, and we’re not talking about the angle of my dangle, if you get what I mean. You two are a team. It’s rough going through shit like you two are. I’m more interested in if you think you can handle an actual team while sorting through your own shit, cause Wonder Ho an’ Captain Save-a-Ho? We’re here and ready to save Tag Team wrestling.”
Maxx is going a little red in the face when the camera cuts back to her, holding in her laughter at the look of sheer horror on his face when Van Owen truly saw himself for the first time. She does some little woosa type movement with her hands and manages to compose herself, settling on a smirk instead.
“I mean, how you gotta look at this is, this company ain’t exactly got a track record of mad talented tag teams, they got a couple sure, but overall like almost any place, lot of this shit feels thrown together last minute… And that’s how I been getting to feeling about you two. Sure, you got some past or whatever but, do y’all really expect us to believe that your focus out here is this team? When Leela usually teaming with someone else for tags and Danny all about that limelight. Y’all signed up on this cause you thought this was gone be a cute couple thing you could do together.
This ain’t about commitment for you two, you ain’t committed to being the best team y’all can be. You ain’t even come here as a fucking team, I mean, god damn… Starting to look a little like glory hogging if I’m gonna be honest here. Y’all see a chance to nab some gold and suddenly you all about it huh? Fuck that. You wanna be a team here Leela, be your ACTUAL team, not drag along Bad boy gone good gone bad, for the ride.
Me and Vo? We came here to do this, weren’t a seconds thought on it neither, he the only person I ever considered to be a team mate, cause he knows me better than anyone and I know him better, we got chemistry in the ring that y’all are gonna wish you’d had in the bedroom. I gotta be honest for a second, no matter how many people watching all this think we underdogs? Truth is, we ain’t underdogs, we the rightful fucking team to step this division up and that exactly what we gonna do.”
Maxx looks a little more serious by the end of her little speech. But then she pulls a superhero pose that flashes probably a little more than anyone was expecting to see. She then gives a knowing smirk to the camera and playfully pretends to cover VO’s eyes. VO’s reaction? He removed those hands and rolled those brilliantly blue eyes of his, looking back to the camera.
“Don’t look! My Wonder Pussy gonna blind you with its golden pussy magic!”
“Been there, done that, got the psychological sca-- Ow! Fuck!”
Yeah, of course Maxx smacked him for that.
“Anyways, before I got rudely fuckin’ assaulted. We’ve been through a mountain of shit together. Psychological trauma? Check. Physical trauma? Whoa-oh-oh, that’s a triple check across the board, Good Buddies. We can read each other, even during the heat of one of us getting our asses beat. That doesn’t come from canoodling on the couch, that comes from robbing trap houses and beating ass ‘cause we’re both fuckin’ stupid and don’t have an ounce of impulse control. We’d do more than just die for eachother, we’d fuckin’ kill for eachother. We’ve hurt plenty of people for each other, not just for necessity but for other people calling us out of our fuckin’ names. This isn’t a love story, this is a tale of survival in which we’ve had to rely on each other.”
Both hands dropped to his duty belt, one hand on either side of the brass clasp that bore the same insignia as his shield, hands gripping the leather and tugging to adjust himself as that bulge came into view because these two clowns really couldn’t help themselves, could they?
“And you can put that on me bein’ Captain Save-A-Ho. How you gonna beat us when you’re fighting as two different people instead of a team? The two of you are ex champs? Cool, so are we. All former gold toting assholes here. So, for all that singles glory you’ve got, we’ve got it too. You’ve got wacky antics and look like you’re gonna bust out in Disney songs? Right on, we got the whole fuckin’ catalogue memorized upstairs. You wanna turn this into a dance off? No one’s got better moves than us.”
Pause, beat. He dropped those hands from his belt.
“You two actually wanna bring the fucking heat and fight? We’ll drop the kinda nuclear payload that’s gonna scorch the whole place worse than when one of those GHB Fuckboiis lights up his dick taking a piss after one of their snuggle struggle parties.”
Maxx again smacked VO as she shook her head. The truth is they really CAN’T help themselves and comments like pussy magic and dick lighting were just them, because that is exactly what they are, unapologetically themselves and loving every second of it.
“As fun as it could be to turn this whole thing into a fucking dick swinging contest, that ain’t what we here for. We came here in an effort to light a fire in the tag division, we came here to remind people that you ain’t gotta be 2 of god fucking knows how mahy stable members, you ain’t gotta get love or heat from ‘the people that matter’ or none of the politicking shit games people play on Twitter to win poles and get likes. What we are is two fucking morons with a lot of aggression channeled into wrestling. We’re two runts of the litter who dragged ourselves up on our asses to stand in the same ring as people like you two.
People who handed adoration and love, people who are basically a fucking walking Disney movie. You got struggles, sure everyone does but you always gotta put on that mask. Both of y’all afraid to be your true selves and that ain’t gonna end well for you when it comes to us. Being at home in our own skin means we can trust ourselves more than you trust one another. I know for a fact that I am gonna walk away from EVERY match I have and know I did myself right. VO? He might be a little harder on himself but he knows he is who he is. He knows damn well that he puts himself out there every time.
We ain’t gotta sit around and worry about being likeable or marketable, we ain’t here tryna sell shirts or get an applause when we lose. You two be spending so much fucking time worried about what other people gonna think, I’m surprised if you actually got time to train together at all.”
Maxx pulls her shoulders back to stick out her chest with another smirk, shaking her hips a little and making a point of ensuring that she’s showing off every inch of her costume… and most of her body too if we’re being honest. A little shimmy and a giggle before she starts speaking again. Van Owen couldn’t help but to snicker at her antics, hiding it behind the hand that came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to mask genuine amusement for faux annoyance.
“If you got it, flaunt it. That's what they always say and we do just that, from body to personality to talent, we flaunt all we got and we ain’t sorry for a second for it neither. There ain’t a single thing on this earth that could make me turn away or put my back to this man. We a team through and through, we eat, drink, train and sleep together.
He likes to be little spoon.
Point is, we bonded and we know one another, there ain’t no secrets waiting to swallow our hopes whole and there ain’t no other partner waiting in the wings when this team fails. This is IT for us and we are fucking damn well gonna pull out everything we have to walk away with that W.”
Van Owen was still starin’ at her for the last comment, looking from her, to the camera.. then back to her! Then back to the camera!
“For the record? I have absolutely never met this woman in my fuckin’ life, and even if I did, I would absolutely NOT be the little spoon!”
...Sigh. Yeah, he sighed. He totally denied even knowing who his tag partner was, because people were gonna buy that shit. Maxx gave a cocky little smile from beside him.
“We’re stuck together. We even had a really cool ass team name that I looked up cause it was all fancy an’ shit that we’re not usin’ for something. Some reason that involves SOMEONE forgetting to register us as that, but that’s okay because I still trust that SOMEONE with my life. Most Tag Teams quit after what? Two matches? Three if they get lucky? I’d go to my death fighting alongside this broad, I’m even saying it on camera so she can throw it in my face later and use it against me the next time I piss her off, because she’s absolutely going to.”
Cue that semi annoyed look before he tapped the shield that he wore on his left arm, casuaaallly angling it so the lift reflected it off and into Maxx’s eyes. It was a complete accident and not at all on purpose and Maxx couldn’t prove otherwise!
“We’ve been training together, working together, but with all of that said, this is the crucible for us. This is where we find out what makes us or breaks us. You two are gonna be our first, and our biggest challenge as a tag team, even if it seems like someone called an audible on your end and switched out a key player with a second stringer that doesn’t quite.. seem to fit.”
He was glancin’ over to Maxx who was figuring out that he was intentionally reflecting that light right into her eyes.
“It’s like you said, that’s a real big fuckin’ yikes when you think about it.”
Maxx slams her hand down on the shield to move it, underestimates her swing and smacks into his thigh. This only makes her laugh when he tries to mask the pain. She looks up to him with the most innocent look that she could possibly muster.
“Ooops.”
Maxx flicks her hair back and smiles once again, then brings her attention back to the camera with that same faux-innocence.
“Y’all should get used to the whole, oops thing. Cause that’s gonna be how your whole night goes. Oops, we missed that move, Ooops, we missed that tag, Oooops, we didn’t break up that pin, OOOOOPS! We lost. Big fucking Oops all night.
Facts are, y’all don’t even deserve to BE Champions. How could you? You’re not a REAL team and this ain’t your REAL focus. I know, I knowwwww I keep saying that but holy shit does it bare repeating I mean, come on Leela, let’s be big girls for a second here. Lets get on the level and you can be honest; you don’t wanna be a Champion with him. You don’t want your first success in Union to be tied to all the mess you got going on and you sure as shit don’t wanna have to hear people use it against you over and over and over again. Shit, cards on the table, you ain’t gonna be able to handle that and we all know it.
VO and me? We willing to do Anything for eachother. Look at this fucking idiot, stood beside me with a goofy ass grin wearing spandex that is probably killing off his future kids all cause i asked him to. We a unit, we move as one and we gonna win as one. Between us? Trust and loyalty runs deep… But you two?
Well, you sure Danny even knows HOW to be loyal?
Cause his history would say nah, wouldn’t it. He got as bad habit of blaming other people for when shit goes bad and switching his shit up any time he thinks he on the back foot. Only reason he even gonna show up is cause there gold on the line and when y’all lose? Watch hom drop you like a sack of bricks.
You got nothing.
You don’t belong here.
Go the fuck home and wait for Disney to re-open. Go the fuck home and play happy families. Go the fuck home and have make-up sex for all I fucking care but don’t you DARE try and step to us like you give a single flying fuck about repping this division. You ain’t no TEAM, this ain’t it.”
Getting a little heated Maxx starts to get carried away with herself, VO lets her go for a little but then he gently wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her back, effectively silencing her mid-rant as he does. He just keeps there, lifted up in the air under his arm. She’s none too happy about it, but she accepts it nonetheless.
“In short.. Go home. We’ve got this.”
With that, Vo winks at the camera and Maxx blows a tuft of hair out of her face, considerably annoyed by being restrained, and then the camera goes to black.