MJ Flair

  • After Hours part 2 of 2

    Now… There aren’t any cups in the vicinity. MJ Flair, Adrian Evans, and Shannon Stevens were prepared for their lawbreaking camping trip with bottled water, bottles of cold brew coffee, and protein bars. And a bottle of good cognac, just in case. Unfortunately, they’re passing the bottle around like...
  • After Hours part 1 of 2

    The ticket window is dark. Actually, the entire island is dark. There are a few work lights and emergency lights that keep the island from being pitch black. The sole exception to the low ambiance was a large floodlight aimed at a huge banner over the entrance. “PARK AND...
  • What we do in the shadows

    Punch. Punch. Punch. Kick. Punch Punch Punch. FUCK. MJ Flair winces as she holds her left wrist in her right hand. She circles the heavy bag, shaking her head. MJF: Stupid. Stupid. Punch Punch Punch FUCK. Same pain in her wrist. MJ looks at the overly huge mural on...
  • True Romance

    MJF: This is the shit, man. Warwick, New York. Night. The sky is clear and you can see the moon and a scattering of stars. A slight breeze is blowing, rustling the trees. Out the french doors at the back of the house there is a hand built wooden...
  • The Dance

    It’s a staredown. MJF: We need to talk about Eric. Blaire Moise looks left, at the LSD Champion, and makes a note, before looking right. Angus Skaaland: We certainly don’t. Sitting in the back alley behind TC’s Pub, Angus with a double shot of something that smells… potent, Blaire...
  • The Post War Dream

    All this happened… more or less… August 4th, 2019 11:41 AM Tampa General Hospital MJF: Fuck on a stick, it’s bright out. She reaches into her bag for a pair of sunglasses while the discharge forms are prepared. Kevin: So I was thinking, we don’t need to go back...
  • Last Meal

    FADEIN… MJF: Smells good, babe! Kevin: Thanks, babe! MJ has her phone out, and she’s filming a slow walk through the apartment. MJF: So we’re expecting company tonight. My wonderful boyfriend, in the midst of job hunting because the poorly run establishment where he was a shining star in...
  • Vloggin

    FADEIN on a slow moving cityscape. The view is grainy, like it’s being seen through a dirty filter. Well. Let’s not get too poetic on it. The view is being filmed from the inside of a train window. MJF (V/O): High Octane Wrestling… meet low octane traveling. She chuckles...
  • Tick Tock

    Drip. Drip. Drip. Long since showered and fully dried off, MJ Flair looks around for the source of the sound. Drip. It’s like a leaky faucet, which isn’t unheard of in a locker room, But MJ is away from the showers and the sinks; she’s slowly getting dressed in...
  • (Dis) Respect

    It’s a beautiful thing, surprise. Surprising myself, that I could go into a new company and make such an impact so quickly. The work I’ve done in the past eighteen months, building my name, to the point where I’m looked at as ‘a big get’ by High Octane Wrestling,...
  • The Bubbles

    ”What a difference a week makes.” “Seven days ago, the most I had to look forward to was opening a show and trying to get back some’a the mojo I’d lost this year. It didn’t happen.” “Two days later, I’m trending to a scale I haven’t seen since I...
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