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[indent]It was a nice evening at the hotel. A welcome break from the show, accompanied by movies and all the perks room service came with. In fact, Michael had to do a double take with all the plates and boxes littered about the luxury room. He rubbed the back of his neck, already exhausted from the thought of working it all off. Whatever. Michael knew him and Ari had worked hard to get where they were. They deserved it. Speaking of which, Michael turned to the balcony, walking up to the doorframe and leaning against it. Michael smiled as he took in the sight of his Queen, on and off stage, sitting on the balcony, the view of the moon glaring onto her like a radiant angel of the twilight. Ariel seemed to be thinking about something. The night always seemed to comfort her and let her thoughts flow. It was cute.

[b][color=79443b]“What you thinking about, darlin’?”[/color][/b] Michael asked in his thick accent, forgetting that people might be able to see him in just his sweatpants.

Ariel Flannagan, Mrs. Flannagan, on stage known as Ari Slayer, hugged her right leg, as she sat on the [url=https://damhyul3s75yv.cloudfront.net/photos/4530/original_Peninsula_Bangkok_Hotel_Review-Balcony_Chairs.jpg]balcony[/url] of her and her husband’s hotel room in Sacramento. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgMkST2rUR8]Low acoustic music[/url] (Everlong by Foo Fighters) played out of her phone, while she traveled the depths of her mind, her mindscape, a wandering haven for endless thoughts that only mattered to her really and maybe her husband. 

She didn’t talk often about the other half of her that wasn’t just wrestling. While her sister modeled on the side, Ariel wrote screenplays and made short animations (yes, she owned a graphic tablet). Wrestling was her life, but it wasn’t all that she could do. If there was one thing the dark beauty needed to do, it was keep herself busy or she’d feel inclined to go back to bad habits like drinking in abundance and snorting coke. With an addictive personality, focusing on the things that keep her going, which would be wrestling and animation, Ariel is able to avoid thinking about anything in regards to her past and how much she and Alice had to work to get where they were today. Her instagram is filled with cute comics and short clips of the world of AWE, which actually added to her growing popularity since no one took notice of her until she had the ‘Queen of the Rebels’ reputation going for her. 

Her laptop was closed and there was no food on her plates, since she ate everything she brought out with her and some. If there was one thing her and Michael had in common, it was their appetite. They ate a lot and still weren’t as large as their coworkers. A curse or a blessing. For her, at least, she wasn’t always fortunate to have food on her plate, not because her parents couldn’t afford it, but because as a form of punishment, they intentionally starved her and her sister. Their disciplinary methods were harsh, which is probably why her and Alice went to the extent to never be home and eventually live with their aunt. Alice had it easier because their parents forgave her, more so than they forgave Ariel. Partially because she was the baby and partially because Alice knew how to manipulate them and get their eyes to look elsewhere. So long as their baby kept busy, doing gymnastics and acting, what could possibly go wrong? 

But, Ariel’s personal life up until marrying Michael was a bag of worms that is now in the past. Not worth revisiting. Not worth talking about. Not worth her time. She was doing well and that was all because she worked her ass off. She was honestly surprised when someone came to her from AWE and wanted to recruit her. Told her to try out for the AWE Performance Center, purely based on her Parkour and Freerunning videos with some of her friends. She had most of what it took to be an AWE superstar. Athleticism. Determination. Coachability. Professionalism (even though sometimes she did break out in frustration, they did take that passion and told her to utilize it in the ring). But what she strongly lacked, which she somehow obtained when she got heavily involved with Michael was she lacked the ‘IT’ factor. Also known as charisma that separated her from the rest of the roster. She still isn’t top of the charts charismatic and doesn’t have that innate ability like her sister, but she’s making waves and that’s not something she could’ve said when she started off.  

Ariel is nowhere near Morgana and Barbie level of stardom, but she does think she’s getting there, just more blood, sweat, and tears then she’ll be there. For the meantime, she had something entirely unrelated to any of this on her mind. Her brother-in-law, Benjamin Kennedy, who has a new act (coming soon!), and his Harley Quinn-esque valet, her sister, Alice, would debut within the next couple of months, but she wasn’t necessarily sure when. But both of them were traveling with the team, so it was bound to happen soon, she’d like to think. As the sister of a lovable Alice, Ariel [i]needed[/i] to do something for them. Hopefully, she would find out the exact day they were debuting because planning would go [i]a lot[/i] smoother if she knew exactly when. 

Maybe she should talk to one of the writers…

Regardless, Alice never fails to do something for her, or her husband, whether it’s their birthdays or a random day of the week, her sister could make anyone feel loved by doing little things to show that she loved them. Gifts upon gifts or hangouts that kept the family close. [color=324C83][b]“We should do something for them.”[/b][/color] Ariel softly responded to her husband, still looking up at the night sky. [color=324C83][b]“So far I’m thinking a drunk night out, but maybe that’s not sentimental enough…”[/b][/color]

No one could deny the hard work that his wife put in over the years. Michael remembered every night he had to console Ari from her frustrations from the performance centre. Truly, her passion took charge many times but she always bounced back. Now Ariel was finally getting the recognition she deserved. Her hard work was beginning to pay off, and Michael was enthralled every time he could watch the woman of his desires perform, even more so when they performed together.

Not to say, there weren’t some rough periods in their relationship. Life’s not one straight road, and anyone who doesn’t expect twists and turns are considered foolish to Michael. A rough treatment from childhood led Ariel to develop some bad habits during the start of her adult life. Michael would never think about what life would be like for his wife if she had continued to abuse substances. However, deep conversations, a bit of TLC, and perhaps an argument or two along the way, Ariel managed to pull through, stronger than ever. At least, Michael likes to think so. Even if other people didn’t know Ari’s past, her success started to show. Michael knew that she was destined for more, and would work every moment to share the spotlight.

Michael scratched the back of his head in thought. His wife was right. Alice and Benjamin deserved some form of a treat to celebrate their debut. They also had been working hard, while Alice had natural talent in the role of a valet, Ben finally hit his stride in developmental and the lead team were ready to release the monster that would be “Mordecai”. Of course, this had to be celebrated. Although, Michael couldn’t help but tread cautiously around the situation, especially when Ariel mentioned alcohol. Not that it’s a bad thing, in moderation. Ari had been doing so well, he’d hate to see her streak end like that. [b][color=79443b]"Perhaps. What about a chilled evening at their favorite spot? A restaurant perhaps? Could be a fun double date.”[/color][/b] Michael offered, pulling up a seat next to his wife.

[color=324C83][b]“The only problem with that is… I need to figure out when they are debuting exactly because who knows where we will be. My guesses? Hm, Requiem in October, which is in London. Alice is a bit scattered brain, so she hasn’t been really helpful. Or, which this is extremely likely, she doesn’t know herself. I do want to get her a gift card to a spa, which I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind a professional massage and saunas galore. It’ll be good for their bodies. But I also like your idea too, so we could do both… but your idea might be where we wing it. Or, we hunt a writer down and find out more details.”[/b][/color] Ariel was in thinking mode, which meant she said a thousand things in the course of seconds. Not known for being lucrative, but when she did talk more than usual, she talked extremely fast and sometimes, it was hard to keep up with her, if you weren’t use to it, [color=324C83][b]“Add a gift basket with some champagne and lingerie, sounds like fun times to be had.”[/b][/color]  

Michael nodded. [b][color=79443b]"Well, unless you’re modelling, you can take the lingerie job.”[/color][/b] He joked with a smile and a wink. It would be a bit weird for a married guy to pick out lingerie for his wife’s sister. Okay, it would be very weird. [b][color=79443b]”Why don’t we make a day out of it? Start with the spa treat, probably drag Ben if we have to.”[/color][/b] Michael began, knowing how unsocial Ben can be sometimes. [b][color=79443b]"Then when we find out when and where, we’ll search up restaurants in the area. What kind of food should we go for?”[/color][/b] Michael asked, thinking the compromise would be a good day out, whatever city or country they’re in.

Letting out a gentle chuckle, Ariel rolled her eyes at her lover before responding, [color=324C83][b]“Ben’s on a strict diet, now that I think about it. The only time he really breaks it, it’s to eat hot Cheetos. Maybe scratch the food thing, and just have an entire day at a spa. You’d be surprised with how much you can do there, that’s where Alice took me for my bachelorette weekend getaway. Completely disconnected from the outside world, walking around with a bathrobe, being pampered and indulging in nothing but relaxation. There’s whirlpools, mist rooms, saunas. The saunas aren’t even just hot. There’s one sauna, which was personally my favorite, called ‘Iceland’. After sweating in a hot sauna, you can go there to cool off. It’s great. The walls were like an igloo. Ice everywhere but the floor and your bench. Also, the restaurants there are pretty par, so when we are hungry we will have options. I like this plan!”[/b][/color] 

Michael looked at the plate on the table then back into their hotel room. [b][color=79443b]"The fuck’s a diet?”[/color][/b] Michael mumbled, joking about again. It was strange the stark comparison between Michael Flanagan and Ajax Flanagan. Michael listened intently to Ari’s story about her bachelorette weekend at the Iceland spa. It sounded pretty relaxing, but there was one thing that bothered him. [b][color=79443b]"Babe? Am I really gonna plant my bare arse on a block of ice?”[/color][/b] He asked, tongue in cheek. His spine shivered at the thought.

[color=324C83][b]“No, no sweetie. That’s just a sauna. Not the entire spa. Like a lot of the amenities at a spa makes you sweat, but this room is suppose to be refreshing. It really is. You aren’t actually sitting on ice. The temperatures are a bit lower than the other rooms that give you dry or wet heat sessions… does that make sense?”[/b][/color] He’d understand when he was there. Ariel’s stomach growled. Bringing her leg down, she rested her hands on her stomach, [color=324C83][b]“You know what would be amazing right now, cheesecake.”[/b][/color] She looked at her husband and gave him a childlike grin, adding a wink for extra measure.

A look of sudden realisation swept across his face when he was told there wasn’t blocks of ice around every corner. [b][color=79443b]"Ohhhhhhh…”[/color][/b] He exhaled. Michael took the view in one more time before his wife decided she needed even MORE food! There were only two things Michael wondered about Ariel. Her stunning beauty and how the hell she can eat so much. Like, where does it go?  He rolled his eyes and looked back at the mountain of dishes. In for a dime, in for a dollar. [b][color=79443b]"If I can find the phone…”[/color][/b]
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