Post by Axton Gunn on Jan 30, 2021 15:32:12 GMT -5
The Legion looks on into a foggy bathroom mirror; a fingertip touches the glass, drawing in a lightning bolt, before swiping it away to clear the reflective view. The vision revealed is the bare upper body of one Axton Gunn, fresh out of the shower. His face is just out of frame--in the mirror, only his cheeky grin is visible. There are bruises still healing, mixed in among the tattoo ink and rivulets of water that follow the lines of his slender but toned figure. The towel around his waist displays a generous hip dip for his onlooking fans, where his still-fairly-new tentacled kraken tattoo winds up toward his ribs from beneath the dark green terrycloth.
Axton rubs a citrus-scented shaving gel onto his jaw and neck, picking up a razor with a sigh.
“Hey, Legion--it’s me, ya boi. Thought it was about time I checked in and let you know how I’m holding up. I don’t wanna break any hearts out there, y’know, making you worry--your hearts aren’t the ones I’m known for breaking. Nah, that’s reserved for special people… the people who deserve a little heartbreak. The people who kicked my heart in the dick… or just my face, in general. You know what I mean. Who I mean. But I digress, sweethearts. That’s not what’s on the agenda this week. For a heartbeat, let’s set all that aside and put some time and effort and love into giving you a real show.”
Axton draws the razor along his jaw, tilting his head up slightly with a slight bite of his lip.
“That’s my specialty and all… I’m not gonna come up here and say I’m the greatest wrestler ever. I’m not gonna spout that I’m some prodigy. You and me both, we know I do a lot better in pairs and groups--not alone. That’s why I was able to kick so much ass with Jon beside me. That’s why I could only improve myself once I’d found Silvio again. But let’s be real… I’m a born performer. It doesn’t matter if it’s on a stage with a guitar, or in the squared circle, or in your bed… I’m the best show you’ll ever have. Comin’ up on 105, I don’t plan to disappoint just because my haters are throwing hissy fits or whatever else. So I’mma keep this brief, and make you a promise, lovelies.”
Axton dips down to splash his face with water, rinsing it out of sight--the mirror is filled with the damp mess of his dirty blonde hair for a moment. When he comes back up, he doesn’t lower his hands again until his eyes are out of the shot, though he still shoots the mirror a playful smirk as he gently slaps on some sandalwood aftershave.
“I’m gonna give you the best I got--the showiest, flashiest dance you can get between the ropes. Because no matter what’s happening… the show must go on. And who am I to disagree with Mercury?”
His grin widening, Axton draws a swift “xoxo” into the mirror fog; he blows a kiss to the Legion, and steps away. The shower curtain’s reflection is visible where he was standing… printed with a black and white image of Freddie himself, singing his heart out in defiance of a life in crisis.
