Mile High Club

Mile High Club

Posted on February 2, 2024 at 10:31 am by Drew Mitchell

Fox and Hounds Sports Bar- St. Louis, Missouri- January 13th
The rowdy roar of English football fans watching a replay of a football match that took place earlier in the day reverberated off the walls of the crowd bar.  Sitting at the bar and eyes closely locked in on the action, Drew Mitchell found himself captivated by the match.  He’d gone to the sports bar after Joe Bergman recommended it and clearly enjoyed the atmosphere inside.

The atmosphere improved even more when he noticed someone had sidled up to the bar next to him with medium-length, teased-up, blonde hair, a sleek, body-hugging gown accentuating her statuesque figure and revealing her tone, and suntanned legs.  She radiated confidence and elegance as she leaned over the bar and talked with the bartender and her complexion was flawless.

Hair cascading down and out in perfect waves and framing her face, Drew couldn’t help but have his attention diverted from the football match to the young lady standing next to him.  She was a striking beauty full of confidence and allure and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she swayed slightly while ordering her drink.  He noticed the drink she took had a potent mix of spirits that promised to intensify her already tipsy state.

Now very much interested, Drew found himself attracted to the young lady like a moth to a flame and made his move.

Drew Mitchell: Oi, luv…

Drew’s British accent cut through the bar’s cacophony.  He leaned in close to her ear.

Drew: You’re a sight for sore eyes.

She immediately turned towards him, her gaze equally assessing the situation and the brash young man who’d just hailed her.  A playful smile tugged at her lips.

Blonde woman: And you look like you could use some company.

Drew’s grin widened.  Her words slurred just enough to hint at her intoxication.  This one was definitely up for some mischief.

Victoria: Name’s Victoria.

She extended a perfectly manicured hand that Drew took with a firm grip. The touch sent a jolt up his arm.  Drew couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle and gave her a roguish wink.

Drew: Drew. And I reckon you’re right about needing some company.

Victoria: Is that so?

She leaned in closer to him, allowing her perfume to envelope him in an alluring haze.

Drew: Absolutely…

He paused… Oh yeah, this was going to be fun. 

Drew: So… do ya fancy taking this party somewhere more private?

Her response was a smirk and a nod.

Victoria: Lead the way, champ.

Drew laid a twenty on the bar to tip the bartender and ushered Victoria out of the noisy, crowded bar into the refreshing night air. The cool breeze brushed against their skin as they strolled down the quiet streets, their playful banter filling the air.

Drew: Oi, I see you’re not just a pretty face.

Victoria laughed and shook up her hair with her hands, arching an eyebrow playfully.

Victoria: And what about you? Do you think you can keep up with me?

They continued their flirtatious back-and-forth until Drew led them to a secluded alleyway. Leaning against the brick wall, he turned to face Victoria with a devilish gleam in his eye.

Drew: Now that we’re all alone, can’t a bloke at least get a proper kiss from a gorgeous woman like yourself?

Victoria’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Victoria: Well…

She replied in coy manner, her breath warm against his cheek.

Victoria: I suppose I could be persuaded.

Their bodies gravitated together as their lips met in a passionate embrace. In that moment, nothing else existed except for the intoxicating rush of each other’s presence and the fiery chemistry that ignited between them. They lost themselves in the heat of the moment until finally pulling away, both breathless and grinning from ear to ear.

The next morning…
The first light of dawn snuck through a small opening in the curtains and swept across the hotel room carpet.  A warm orange glow cast across the rumpled sheets, the byproduct and result of the passionate encounter that took place on the bed, the floor, and eventually the shower just mere hours before.

Drew Mitchell lay sprawled on the bed, peaceful in sleep, his face relaxed and vulnerable, features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the curtains that continued to track the sun’s slow ascent into the sky.

The woman next to him… Victoria… slowly maneuvered her way out of the tangled sheets and off the bed. Her blonde hair was mussed and her makeup smudged, but she wore it with pride. After getting dressed and ready to leave, Victoria paused at the threshold of the hotel room with a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips and cast a quick glance back at the sleeping rookie who had no idea of the fact she was making an exit from the hotel room.

Victoria closed the door behind her with a soft click, her bare feet stepping on the floor as she began her ‘walk of shame’ from Drew’s room .

Sunny O’Callahan: What the-

She turned and saw Sunny O’Callahan coming from the opposite direction. Sunny’s normally expressive eyes widened in recognition when she spotted Victoria emerging from Drew’s room.

Sunny: Victoria McGill?

Dismay colored her tone. This new detail could complicate matters in ways Drew couldn’t imagine.

Sensing the scrutiny, Victoria turned to face Sunny, a playful wink accompanying her sultry smile.

Victoria: Mornin’, Sunny.

Without waiting for a response, Victoria sauntered off towards the lobby, calling for a taxi on her phone with practiced ease.

Sunny: Jesus Christ on a bicycle.

Shaking her head, Sunny stormed toward Drew’s room and burst through the door with more force than necessary, causing Drew to jolt awake, confusion etching his features.

Drew: Wha—?

His British accent was thick with sleep.

Sunny: Get up, ya muppet!

Sunny glared at him, hands on her hips, her frizzy blonde hair giving her an untamed aura.

Sunny: Do you have any idea who that was?

Drew: Oi.  She told me her name was Victoria.

Groggy and rubbing his eyes, Drew struggled to piece together the fragments of the night before.

Sunny: Her full name, Drew…

Drew continued to rub his eyes and shake out the cobwebs.

Sunny: …is Victoria… Victoria McGill.

Drew: Victoria McGill?

Sunny: Do you know who she is?

He shook his head no.  Sunny rolled her eyes.

Sunny: She’s Dawn McGill’s daughter…

Sunny’s voice was laced with exasperation.

Sunny: …the woman you slept with a few weeks ago… well now, you’ve slept with Dawn McGill’s daughter as well, you idiot!

The realization dawned on him slowly, then all at once. The blood drained from his face as he sat bolt upright.

Drew: Oi?

Drew continued to process this piece of news. The implications were huge.  He realized he’d not only slept with Dawn McGill… a woman twice his age… before.  But now, he’d slept with her daughter Victoria.

Sunny: Do you also realize that Victoria had a fling a couple years ago with the man who you’ll be wrestling in three weeks… a Mr. John Sektor?

Drew: Really?  She slept with John Sektor?

Sunny: Really.

Drew processed the information, his initial shock melting away into something else entirely.  Then a grin broke across Drew’s face, devil-may-care and victorious.  He pumped his fist into the air…

Drew: YES!

…and tossed the covers off the bed with a newfound energy.

Drew: She told me I was better than John!

Sunny shook her head in disbelief.

Sunny: Only you would be proud of that.

Drew strutted to the bathroom as if he’d just won a world championship belt.

Sunny sighed, watching him enter the bathroom and close the door behind him.  For all his talent, Drew was still a wildcard, and this latest stunt was proof that her work as his mentor was far from over.


McLeod Center- Cedar Falls, Iowa- January 28th
The backstage room at the McLeod Center was suffocating with tension and excitement. The walls were cluttered with equipment and the distant roar of the crowd could be heard through the thin door. In the midst of it all stood Sunny O’Callahan, her frizzy blonde hair framing her face in a halo of rebellion.

Her Southern Comfort-tinted voice cut through the din with sharp Californian inflection, laced occasionally with the twist of her Irish roots.

She gestured towards the rookie wrestler standing next to her.

Sunny O’Callahan: Alright, Drew.   You need to stay out of sight, darling. I don’t want to give Dawn McGill a reason to whip your hide after you slept with her daughter.

Drew nodded grimly in response. His jaw was set and there was a storm brewing behind his piercing gaze.

Drew Mitchell: Understood, Sunny.

Sunny took a swig from her flask before setting it down with purpose.

Sunny: Good lad.  Now, let’s get down to business. We’re talking about the LBI – Lee Best Invitational…

She straightened up, her flouncy top swaying as she took center stage.

Sunny: …sixteen wrestlers. Four divisions. And Drew-boy here gets the HOTv champion John Sektor in his opening match.

Sunny’s voice rose with fervor as she continued.

Sunny: John may have had a long career; I’ll give him that. But let’s be real – the man’s 45 years old! He’s a relic! And strutting around in a varsity jacket as if he’s reliving his high school hero days.  Pathetic. Drew doesn’t care for that nonsense. He cares about one thing and one thing only – winning matches.

Drew stepped forward, his broad frame filling the camera’s view. The light caught the edge of determination in his eyes.

Drew: Oi, and for the record, Victoria McGill is not a floozy.

An almost imperceptible roll of Sunny’s eyes betrayed her thoughts and flickered with annoyance, but she kept silent. Instead, she continued to hype up her protégé.

Sunny: Drew here may be a rookie, but he’s got what it takes to take down the HOTv champion. And when he does, there will be no denying his talent and potential in this wrestler.

She then turned to Drew.

Sunny: But I know John Sektor is not someone you want to underestimate.

Drew waved her off with a cocky smirk.

Drew: Oh I know that, love. John Sektor may have experience on his side.  But let me tell you something,  I’ve got what it takes to take down the HOTv champion.

He leaned back in his chair and straightened his posture.

Drew: I have youth, energy, stamina… the power to keep going… all night long if necessary.”

He flashed a roguish grin, and Sunny’s response was a second eye-roll, more pronounced this time as she knew Drew was alluding to his hook-up with Victoria a couple of weeks ago.

Sunny raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Sunny: And how exactly do you plan on defeating someone with years of experience in this business?

Drew: Mind games are John’s playground, but I’m not playing on his terms.

Drew’s British accent became more pronounced.

Drew: It’s really simple, dearie. A Tenshi Crash will do the trick. And trust me, it’ll be swift.

Sunny couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Drew’s confidence bordering on arrogance. But she wondered if he was ready to back up his brash words.

Sunny: I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You may have youth on your side, kid. But experience matters. John knows his way around the ring.”

Drew turned back to Sunny with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Drew: Don’t worry love, I’ve got this in the bag. And when I win, this stylish shirt will be a must-have for all the HOW fans. My era is just beginning.

He held up the T-shirt with his likeness proudly.

Drew: My shirt. My era.

Sunny couldn’t help but smile at Drew’s enthusiasm and determination.

Sunny: Just make sure you back up your words with action, Drew.

Drew: Oi, I will.”

He confidently threw the shirt over his shoulder like a challenger ready for battle.

Drew: John Sektor.  Enjoy your last few days as champion. The future is coming for that belt. Remember this, John, your past glories won’t save you when the future comes knocking.

Sunny squared her shoulders, the backstage lights casting a golden glow on her frizzy blonde hair. She leaned into the camera, her flouncy top swaying gently with each confident step.

Sunny: And let me make one thing crystal clear,”

Her words dripping with fire and determination as her California-Irish lilt intensified.

Sunny: Drew Mitchell isn’t just here to kick John Sektor’s ass in the ring. Oh no, he’s here for so much more than that.”

Her hand elegantly motioned toward an imaginary belt around her tiny waist.

Sunny: He wants that HOTv title, and trust me when I say this, he’s going to take it.

She stepped closer to Drew, her confidence infectious as she radiated pure energy and charisma.

Sunny: John Sektor may have experience on his side, sure. And he may have built a legacy in HOW.

Her eyes narrowed in determination as she gestured at Drew with a flourish of her hand.

Sunny: But this is Drew Mitchell’s time. We’ve got big plans for 2024, and they don’t include living in the shadow of the so-called ‘Gold Standard’ of HOW. By the time Drew’s done with him…”

Sunny’s voice rose with excitement and passion.

Sunny: …Sektor won’t even know what hit him. This will be the perfect start to the new year – John Sektor versus Drew Mitchell for the HOTv Championship – and mark my words, Drew will walk out as the new champion.”

A sly smirk curled onto her lips.

Sunny: And as for you, Sektor? You might as well pack your bags because once Drew gets through with you, he’s going to send you back ‘casa’ in Miami so you can go back trolling the strip bars because you’ll won’t have anything else better to do.

Before another word could be spoken, the door burst open with a force that shook the walls. Dawn McGill stormed in like a raging bull, her imposing figure radiating fury.

Drew: Dawn?

Sunny: Oh shit.

The air seemed to crackle with electricity as she marched towards Drew, her eyes burning with righteous anger.


Her accusation boomed through the room, causing Drew’s eyes to widen and his body to tense up. He stumbled over his words, his British accent becoming even thicker under duress.

Drew: I… I didn’t know she was your daughter.  She’s a looker, yes, but I swear I had no idea she was your daughter.

Sunny stepped smoothly between them, like a referee intervening in a match about to turn ugly. Her calm presence was a stark contrast to Dawn’s fiery energy.

Sunny: Dawn, Victoria told me herself she did it just to get a rise out of you.

The color in Dawn’s cheeks deepened to a furious scarlet and it looked like she was about to go full Mount Vesuvius.

Dawn: She did… did she?

Sunny: Yes.

Dawn spun around on her heels, her long legs carrying her swiftly out the door, her heels echoing down the hallway.

Dawn (in the hallway): VICTORIA MARIE McGILL!

The sound reverberated through the room, leaving Drew and Sunny in stunned silence.

Drew let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Drew: Thanks, Sunny.

But Sunny wasn’t done yet. Her gaze locked with Drew’s and she spoke with determination.

Sunny: Keep focused.  John Sektor is dangerous, but dismantling The Gold Standard piece by piece? That would be sweet music to my ears.

A sly grin spread across her face as she contemplated their plan of attack.

Sunny: Let’s make it happen, Drew.

As Drew nodded in agreement, a sense of determination and purpose settled over him like a suit of armor. This was his fight, his future, and he was ready to claim it. The stakes were high and the pressure was on, but he was confident that with Sunny by his side, they could take down The Gold Standard. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battle ahead. It was time to make a move and show them that they were not to be underestimated.


The next morning…
Sunny O’Callahan burst through the lobby of the hotel, her frizzy curls bouncing wildly around her face. Her flouncy top clung to her like a second skin, and her denim jeans sculpted to her athletic legs as if painted on. The front desk clerk looked up, startled by the urgency in Sunny’s approach.

Sunny O’Callahan: Have you seen Drew? Tall kid, British accent, probably leaving a trail of heartbreak in his wake?

Sunny’s voice held an edge of desperation tinged with annoyance, a Southern drawl weaving through her words.

The clerk adjusted his glasses, peering at her over the rim.

Clerk: Ah, Mr. Mitchell checked out early this morning,

Sunny glared at him with one hand planted firmly on her hip.

Sunny: Checked out? With who?

Clerk: He left with a tall blonde.

Sunny slapped her forehead.

Sunny: Victoria.

Clerk: Yes.  I believe that’s the young lady’s name.

The clerk handed over a folded piece of paper with the nonchalance of someone discussing the weather.

Sunny muttered under her breath, unfolding the note with a sense of impending doom.

“Sunny, out with Victoria. She’s quite the chill bird and couldn’t care less about what her mum says or pissing her off. She has access to a private plane and invited me to join the Mile High Club with her, whatever that may be, but it sounds absolutely smashing. See you at the gym back home in the morrow, cheers.”

Sunny’s head dropped back as she let out a heavy sigh, the note crinkling in her grip.

Sunny: Drew…

She shook her head with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. She knew the rookie was a wild card, but jet-setting with the notoriously hot-blooded Victoria was a new level of unpredictability.

Clerk: Is everything alright, Ms. O’Callahan?

Sunny: Smashing…

She tucked the note into her back pocket.

Sunny: …just smashing.

She flashed the clerk a wry smile.

Sunny: Thank you.