[center][h2][color=fff200]Sexton P.S. Love[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
The Man They Call Love walked through the doors of the Golden 1 Center in Sacramento. He didn't enter through the front doors of course, but rather through the back (as was his specialty), where some marks had already started hanging around hoping to catch a glimpse of the wrestlers. As The Lovely One arrived, a few of the fans started yelling at him for autographs but Sexton politely flipped them off while continuing to knaw on an old piece of cajun chicken form the night before. [i]Ragin'[/i] cajun chicken. In a few hours he would probably have the hot shits. Hopefully not while he was out in the ring. 

Nobody wanted to see that again. 

Last week, Sexton had main evented the show in a tournamnet match against Thunderbird. Originally, the ol' Birdie was gonna beat him with his finisher clean in the middle, but after evaluating the tournament bracket Sexton had lobbied for the roll-up finish they went with instead. It wasn't that Sexton had a problem putting over T-Bird's big move, it was that he wanted to do it at the [i]right time[/i]. When it really meant something. He saw that Thunderbird was scheduled to be eliminated from the tournament in the next round, and this presented an opportunity. 

Rather than simply having two talented wrestlers languishing without direction, The Love Machine pitched an angle to the head office for a long term feud between himself and the Bird. It seemed like a natural fit and would give both characters a clear direction. Sexton simply refused to go through the same motions week after week, and as a result was consistently involved in storylines and feuds. Sexton had no doubt in his mind that even with the ongoing World Title tournament, he could turn this feud with Thunderbird into the hottest thing on the show. 

Things were really going to heat up tonight, as Sexton was going to cost Thunderbird his next tournament match and cut a scathing promo afterwards. He knew he didn't require that much TV time in order to be effective, but on this night he was particularly glad he wouldn't be out in the ring for a prolonged period due to the aforementioned cajun chicken currently gestating in his murky depths. 

Sexton made his wall through the halls backstage, saying hello to some of the crew. On his way to the locker room he bumped into Owen Sparks, a young up-and-coming wrestler he had taken a liking to. 

[@JamesMuddy]

[color=fff200]"Sparky baby!"[/color] said Sexton, clapping the young wrestler on his shoulder. [color=fff200]"I saw your match last week at TV daddeh, and my heart damn near stopped! You were high spottin', hot shottin', elbow droppin', you did it ALL daddeh!"[/color]

In fairness, Owen's match probably had very little to do with any kind of cadiac problems Sexton may or may not have experienced. Nevertheless, he continued. 

[color=fff200]"You had a couple of close calls darlin', but by God you're one hell off an athlete. Glad to see they gave you the nod." [/color]

It was true, Sexton was pleased to see Owen Sparks get the win, if only because it meant they might be pushing a new babyface for the Sexcellence of Sexecution to eventually work with down the line. 

[color=fff200]"Just remember daddeh, you don't need to do [i]too[/i] much out there. Save all that crazy stuff for the right moment, and make it feel [i]special[/i]. If you do it at the right time, it'll [i]mean[/i] so much more. Remember, it's just like kickin' it with a fat broad..."[/color]

Sexton took another bite off his chicken. 

[color=fff200]"...She might was to get all crazy, want you to throw her around. And by God daddeh, you might [i]WANT [/i]to do it too. You might even be [i]ABLE[/i] to do it. You just can't do it [i]ALL THE TIME[/i]. It's dangerous. Your body can't take it. Eventually you'll [i]crash and burn[/i], daddeh. Even worse, you do it too damn much and she'll get [i]bored[/i] of it, ya feel me? Make it a special occassion, darlin'. Make it special. Then when you put that big bitch in the air at the right moment...woooooo daddeh, then you know you did it right."[/color]

Satisfied with the wisdom of his analogy, Sexton clapped Owen on the shoulder again. He then noticed another wrestler down at the end of the hall. It was Oscar O'Sullivan, the "One and Only." Oscar also had a match last week. 

[@Silver Carrot]

[color=fff200]"Oscar baby!,"[/color] Sexton yelled, getting the Canadian's attention. [color=fff200]"Saw your match last week too. That's a great finisher you got there, daddeh. That crucifix cutter..."[/color]

Sexton turned and began to walk away.

[color=fff200]"Can't wait to kick out of it."[/color]

He started laughing to himself, and nearly choked to death on a piece of chicken.