Disclaimer: WWFE stuff isn't mine, the guys (and Lita) aren't mine.though I
wish some of them were. Song is copyrighted to Brooks and Dunn.
1 Karaoke Chronicles:
Hard Working Austin
Steve stood up from the table, instantly missing the warmth of Calliope's thigh pressed to his. She was a beautiful girl, that was for sure. But that's just it, she's a GIRL, almost young enough to be his daughter, Austin was certain.
He shook his head, heading towards the emcee to request his favourite song. It was a country classic now. And if Austin loved anything, it was a classic country song. The first strains of the song started, and he took the microphone in his hand, glaring out at the audience.
+++++++++++++++++
I'm a hard workin' man
I wear a steel hard hat
I can ride, rope, hammer, and paint
Do things with my hands that most men can't
I can't get ahead no matter how hard I try
I'm gettin' really good at barely gettin' by
++++++++++++++++++++
He started moving a bit to the music, a mock line dance of sorts, remembering his blue collar days of working the docks, and heading to Cactus, the local country bar in his hometown of Victoria Texas, for beer and line dancing. Those were the good old days, he thought wistfully.
+++++++++++++++++
Got everything I own
By the sweat of my brow
From my four-wheel drive to my cowboy boots
I owe it all to my blue collar roots
I feel like I'm workin' overtime on a runaway train
I've got to bust loose from this ball and chain
+++++++++++++++++++
His piercing blue eyes sought out those amethyst ones in the back of the bar. She was smiling at him, and he quickly looked away. He felt-shy? Stone Cold doesn't every feel "shy" about a woman. He takes them when he wants them, and then leaves. 'Cause Stone Cold said so!
++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm a hard, hard workin' man
I got it all on the line
For a piece of the promised land
I'm burnin' my candle at both ends
'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin'
Is to outrun the wind
++++++++++++++++++++++++
He could almost hear Calliope laughing at his thoughts. She wasn't your typical young woman, that was for sure.
Remember that, he heard her whisper in his ear. Austin shook his head, knowing he couldn't have actually heard her say that.
+++++++++++++++
Come Friday night
I like to party hard
I carry on with the Cadillac cuties
Spend my whole week's pay on some weekend beauty
Come Monday mornin' I'm the first to arrive
I ain't nothin' but business from nine till five
++++++++++++++++
He smiled a little, remembering the last woman he spent money on. That mat rat-what was her name? Daphne. Gorgeous woman, but not a nice one. She used him, then went to bed with Edge. He still hadn't forgiven the blonde wrestler for that. Not because he had really cared about Daphne, but because no one stole Stone Cold's women.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm a hard, hard workin' man
I got it all on the line
For a piece of the promised land
I'm burnin' my candle at both ends
'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin'
Is to outrun the wind
+++++++++++++++++++++++
The group at the back table was smiling at him, knowing this was his song. Calliope giggled, as if she knew his thoughts about her. Damn it, Steve, she's too young for you, he thought to himself, but couldn't help but envision kissing her roughly, pushing her up against the wall of the bar, kissing her until she was breathless. Then he noticed she was blushing, her peaches and cream skin was now pink.
How does she know what I'm thinking?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I can't wait to get up in the mornin'
And do it all over again
Well I'm a hard livin', hard workin' man
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Steve finished the song, replacing the microphone. He marched down from the stage to the back table, roughly pulling Calliope to her feet, and practically dragging her outside.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, pushing her against the wall of the building, trapping her between his two muscular arms. "Or what the hell are you?"
Calliope had to clear her head. She couldn't think with him this close to her. Even her witch senses were out.
"My name's Calliope Hephaestos. I'm a witch," she watched his expression change from angry, to confused, to amused.
"I should have figured that out," he told her. "I haven't had a woman get under my skin so quickly before. So what did you do?"
"Nothing," Calliope cleared her throat. "I don't get involved with cowans."
"A cow-who?"
"A cowan-a non-witch," she sighed. "But for some reason." her voice trailed off.
"You want to kiss me," his voice softened, and he leaned towards her, taking her lips with his. She started to resist, knowing she couldn't do this with a cowan, but it felt right.
And under neon lights outside a karaoke bar, Calliope fell in love.
1 Karaoke Chronicles:
Hard Working Austin
Steve stood up from the table, instantly missing the warmth of Calliope's thigh pressed to his. She was a beautiful girl, that was for sure. But that's just it, she's a GIRL, almost young enough to be his daughter, Austin was certain.
He shook his head, heading towards the emcee to request his favourite song. It was a country classic now. And if Austin loved anything, it was a classic country song. The first strains of the song started, and he took the microphone in his hand, glaring out at the audience.
+++++++++++++++++
I'm a hard workin' man
I wear a steel hard hat
I can ride, rope, hammer, and paint
Do things with my hands that most men can't
I can't get ahead no matter how hard I try
I'm gettin' really good at barely gettin' by
++++++++++++++++++++
He started moving a bit to the music, a mock line dance of sorts, remembering his blue collar days of working the docks, and heading to Cactus, the local country bar in his hometown of Victoria Texas, for beer and line dancing. Those were the good old days, he thought wistfully.
+++++++++++++++++
Got everything I own
By the sweat of my brow
From my four-wheel drive to my cowboy boots
I owe it all to my blue collar roots
I feel like I'm workin' overtime on a runaway train
I've got to bust loose from this ball and chain
+++++++++++++++++++
His piercing blue eyes sought out those amethyst ones in the back of the bar. She was smiling at him, and he quickly looked away. He felt-shy? Stone Cold doesn't every feel "shy" about a woman. He takes them when he wants them, and then leaves. 'Cause Stone Cold said so!
++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm a hard, hard workin' man
I got it all on the line
For a piece of the promised land
I'm burnin' my candle at both ends
'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin'
Is to outrun the wind
++++++++++++++++++++++++
He could almost hear Calliope laughing at his thoughts. She wasn't your typical young woman, that was for sure.
Remember that, he heard her whisper in his ear. Austin shook his head, knowing he couldn't have actually heard her say that.
+++++++++++++++
Come Friday night
I like to party hard
I carry on with the Cadillac cuties
Spend my whole week's pay on some weekend beauty
Come Monday mornin' I'm the first to arrive
I ain't nothin' but business from nine till five
++++++++++++++++
He smiled a little, remembering the last woman he spent money on. That mat rat-what was her name? Daphne. Gorgeous woman, but not a nice one. She used him, then went to bed with Edge. He still hadn't forgiven the blonde wrestler for that. Not because he had really cared about Daphne, but because no one stole Stone Cold's women.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm a hard, hard workin' man
I got it all on the line
For a piece of the promised land
I'm burnin' my candle at both ends
'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin'
Is to outrun the wind
+++++++++++++++++++++++
The group at the back table was smiling at him, knowing this was his song. Calliope giggled, as if she knew his thoughts about her. Damn it, Steve, she's too young for you, he thought to himself, but couldn't help but envision kissing her roughly, pushing her up against the wall of the bar, kissing her until she was breathless. Then he noticed she was blushing, her peaches and cream skin was now pink.
How does she know what I'm thinking?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I can't wait to get up in the mornin'
And do it all over again
Well I'm a hard livin', hard workin' man
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Steve finished the song, replacing the microphone. He marched down from the stage to the back table, roughly pulling Calliope to her feet, and practically dragging her outside.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, pushing her against the wall of the building, trapping her between his two muscular arms. "Or what the hell are you?"
Calliope had to clear her head. She couldn't think with him this close to her. Even her witch senses were out.
"My name's Calliope Hephaestos. I'm a witch," she watched his expression change from angry, to confused, to amused.
"I should have figured that out," he told her. "I haven't had a woman get under my skin so quickly before. So what did you do?"
"Nothing," Calliope cleared her throat. "I don't get involved with cowans."
"A cow-who?"
"A cowan-a non-witch," she sighed. "But for some reason." her voice trailed off.
"You want to kiss me," his voice softened, and he leaned towards her, taking her lips with his. She started to resist, knowing she couldn't do this with a cowan, but it felt right.
And under neon lights outside a karaoke bar, Calliope fell in love.
