Promos Well ... This is awkward

[Patriot Pants]

Well ... This is Awkward
After Jun vs Alexandra Marie - LDW Primetime
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Walking in the back of the arena is the current LDW Champion, still dressed in his outfit seen starting the show. Beside him is the victorious Party Princess, Alexandra Marie, not flanked by Marcus Mason as he's heading back to check on her room to celebrate her win. Her ring gear still on as she happily makes her way ahead of him, talking about her match. Her bedazzled duffle hanging from a shoulder.

Alexandra Marie: Did you hear the groin kick? Man that guy must still feel it, right Pat?

Patriot continues walking. Choosing to stay silent. The happily victorious Party Princess turns to face him, walking backwards now. Her smile turns into a frown and she places her hands on her hips.

Alexandra Marie: Look, I heard somebody say Jun took a peek at my purse, that sneaker.

Patriot: From what I know, Jun wouldn't do that. Sounds like that somebody probably lied to you.

Alexandra Marie: That somebody is one of my friends! They told me they saw Jun do what he did! … And I don't condone the peeking of my purse.

Patriot sighs and adjusts the title, taking very little pride in managing Marie in that match. Yet he remains polite by being silent on her actions. After all, this was a one and done thing. She managed him, he managed her. They're both even. But now the thought of how he won his title creeps up in his mind … was that chair shot he heard her after all?

Making a left turn passed catering leads them down another hallway. There Patriot finds the red door to his own personal locker room. A new perk that he doesn't care for. His name and title are typed out on a plastic plaque that hangs on the metal. He sighs as he begins to talk.

Patriot: Look, I'm glad you won and I'm happy I could … stand there for you. But I'm gonna go get my things together and watch the main event in private alright? Champion has to study his opponent after all. Besides I'm sure you want to shower or some-

As if poorly timed he opens the door to the room and Alexandra smiles. Taking a hint that wasn't there.

Alexandra Marie: Of course I'd love to use the champions shower! Obviously the winner of her match deserves it, duh.

She quickly pushes the door open, leaving Patriot to play catch up to what's happening. As she walks through the open space he calls to her. The camera looking at his confused face

Patriot: Wait, no. I don't… I didn't mean… You can't use my-

Not paying attention to him, a pair of tight shorts fly by his face. Patriot side steps it to avoid making contact and looks to where they landed, and to where they came from. Quickly blocking his vision with his hand and turning his head. The sound of her bag dropping happens after.

Patriot: Look, you can't use my shower alright? I don't need anybody getting any ideas about us bei-

The sound of a door closing and water turning on can be heard in the background.

Alexandra Marie: I can't hear you over the sound of a warm shower! ?Ain't no hollaback girl!?

He sighs as he drops his hand, the look of aggravation painted on his face. Patriot scratches his head as he sits down on the nearby couch. Setting the title down on the table beside it. Moving his hand from his head down to his neck, he's interrupted by a knocking on the door. Sluggishly he gets to his feet and walks over to the door. Hoping it's someone he can get to collect his "associate". He opens the door to find another woman standing there with an enormous smile on her pretty face.
Her clothes are cute and casual. A fashionable purple top, tight jeans and short boots. Before Pat can muster a greeting the woman jumps on him, clinging to his neck in a hug. He quickly hugs back and raises the shorter woman up. They look at each other before she speaks.

Riley: SURPRISE! Didn't expect me huh?

Patriot: No, no I didn't! But I'm glad to see you Rie.

They hug once more before he sets her down.

Patriot: What are you doing here though? I thought you were in Tokyo for the week?

Her expression changes to a sad one. Lowering her head, tucking her arms behind her back, and sliding a foot slowly in front of her

Riley: Well … I kinda … maybe …

Suddenly it changes to one of pure joy as she practically yells at him.

Riley: Got offered a full time contract in LDW! I'm on the active roster!

Complete shock and excitement overtakes Patriot as Riley cheers. Moving like a first kiss school girl before slowing down and placing a finger on her chin.

Riley: Of course they didn't know we were married when they offered me. They just really liked what I've been doing over there and … now I get to travel with you! Just like college!

Pat laughs and smiles, clearly taken aback at the sudden realization that his best friend, and wife, is now with him again in the same company.

Patriot: Riley this … I don't know what to say. Other than the fact that …

The champion quickly grabs the woman and puts her in a loose headlock, going side to side as if tightening the hold.

Patriot: My reign may be a short one now.

She plays along, reversing the headlock and pulling in a side one of her own as Patriot feigns pain. Riley flips her hair out of her face.

Riley: Just like when you proposed big guy.

The One Kick Wonder plants a kiss on his forehead before letting him go. The two then make their way into the room proper, closing the door behind them. The running water no longer present like before.

Patriot: Still mad about you rolling me up after that. I spent months working with management on letting me do it only for you to actually beat me.

Riley plops down on the couch inside, propping her feet up on the arm rest.

Riley: Oh hush, you cry baby. You got it back didn't you? Besides, we promised never to wrestle each other again after that.

Her husband lifts her legs and sits down, placing them on his lap.

Patriot: Three wins, three losses. All tied up.

He looks at her with a genuine smile. He leans in toward her, his voice turning cheesily seductive.

Patriot: Just like our honeymoon.

Riley smiles and rolls her eyes, blushing just a tinge.

Riley: Yeah, yeah. Come here you lug.

The two attempt a patented lip lock submission on each other but they're interrupted by another voice.

Alexandra Marie: Hey, can you toss me my bag boo?

Immediate tension as Riley and Patriot's eyes widen. Turing slowly to see a dripping, covered in two pink towels (both her body and hair), Alexandra Marie standing in the bathroom doorway. Patriot had completely forgotten about his "associate". Before he can mutter a response, Riley is quick to her feet. Eyeing the woman down. Her voice brewing with mixed anger and worry.

Riley: Why. Is there a woman. In a towel. In your locker room, boo?!

Patriot begins to stand up and explain but he's cut off by Marie, who places a hand on her hip.

Alexandra Marie: I was going to ask the same thing. Well … not the towel thing, but you don't look like the woman that got him that title. So I'm gonna have to ask you to leave before I get security in here.

Riley steps forward, now fuming with anger, her eyes seemingly on fire … but two hands grab her shoulders from behind, stopping her. She rears back from the grasp of her husband as he speaks.

Patriot: Rie, I know what this looks like but nothing happened, I swear! Before I could stop her from coming in she was already in there running the water. I was just about to leave and go back to my hotel room but then … you knocked and I got so excited because I missed you that I completely forgot about the situation … I'm being honest. I promise.

Riley can hear the honesty coming from her best friend since high school. He means it. She calms down a touch and looks at him, taking a breath.

Riley: Okay … I believe you … but I'm still gonna escort this bitch out!

Turning on her heel, Rhodes goes after Marie. Who responds by showing off her trademark elusiveness to side step her. Making her way towards the door, stepping onto the cushions of the couch to make her getaway.

Alexandra Marie: Chill out! We're just partners! I wasn't-

A shoe to the back cuts her off as she jumps off the opposite end of the couch. Riley is closing in on her target. The Party Princess finally makes it to the door and opens it, getting out just before it slams shut behind her. Catching her breath … and some looks from passing by workers and talent. Finally Marie realizes her situation, her hair towel fell off and her washed blonde hair is visible, but she gives them all "Get the hell away" looks, causing them to do so. Soaking wet she yells like a kid throwing a tantrum into the red steel, stomping a foot as she does.

Alexandra Marie: Can I at least get my bag!? And puhlease give me them nicely!

A few moments later and Riley flings Alexandra's dufflebag over Alexandra head as she ducks it, letting it hit the concrete wall behind her. Riley shuts the door, and Alexandra's usual cool and confident self now fading as anger, frustration, and the sense of competition set in. The camera can barely pick up the words she says as she picks up her things.

Alexandra Marie: Nothing ever goes to plan does it? … no matter … that chumpion still owes me for saving his ass AND getting him that belt.

Getting up, she walks away. Dripping water as she leaves, nearly slipping in the process.

Alexandra Marie: Dammit! Almost lost my towel. Marcus, the celebration is off.

Alexandra walks to her locker room fuming, opens and closes the door hard.

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Spoiler: Big Thanks

Big thanks to @Dark Maniax for writing Alexandra and proposing this segment idea. I thought it was pretty wild and I think it turned out better than we originally thought. Hope you guys who read it like it