DARIUS STRATUS Starter. - Tumblr Posts

open to: anyone. muse: darius stratus. 38-45. owner of a famous wrestling promotion & occasional wrestler. ( chris hemsworth fc ) plot: your muse came to darius hoping to secure a spot in the upcoming main event of his wrestling federation.

"you're telling me you want to be in the main event?" darius asked, raising a curious eyebrow as his index finger slowly scratched the side of his forehead. he studied the person standing before him, though, truth be told, he didn't recognize them, at all. then again, keeping track of everyone on the roster wasn't exactly his strong suit. most of the time, he just left the details of the events to the writers and producers - but for someone to have the guts to come directly to him with a request like this? that piqued his interest. "remind me again, how long have you been working here?"

open to: m/nb. muses: darius stratus. 38-45. owner of a famous wrestling promotion/occasional wrestler & layla diamond, 25-30, valet/manager. ( chris hemsworth fc & christina aguilera fc ) plot: darius has just won his latest match and is back in his dressing room to celebrate. the three of them could be in a polyamorous relationship, or your muse could be a friend, co-worker, or anything along those lines. feel free to assume any connections.

“so… how’d i look out there?” he asked, though the smug grin on his face already gave away the answer. he flexed both arms, muscles bulging as he put on a full-blown gun show for the two people in his dressing room. "bet you couldn't keep your eyes off me, huh?" he boasted, dropping the pose with a chuckle before resting his hands on his hips. "anyway, what’s the plan now? are we heading out for a fancy dinner to celebrate me, or is one of you feeling brave enough to whip up something back at the hotel?”

layla leaned back against the couch, her arms crossed with a smirk on her lips. "you already know you crushed it, show-off," she teased, her eyes scanning his flexed biceps before rolling them dramatically. "as for dinner… please. you know damn well i’m not stepping anywhere near a stove. but i’m down to celebrate your big win out somewhere fancy. that is... unless someone else feels like showing off their cooking skills tonight?" she threw a playful glance toward the other, eyebrow raised in challenge.