Post by Jillie on May 6, 2010 19:12:13 GMT -6
Scene opens in the Y Kores locker room. The door opens and “Everyone’s Favourite Canadian Lady” Adriana Samu, “The Assassin” Rory Kotch and “The Other Girl” Petrina Rotchester come in with duffle bags and dressed in street clothes. They are in the middle of a conversation as they start emptying their ring gear from their bags into their respective lockers.
I can’t believe I even scored tickets! I’m so excited!
I didn’t realize ye were such a big fan ‘o U2. They’re Irish boys, ye know.
I vould hardly call them “boys” at their age…Hold on…Vhat is that SMELL?
Rory and now Adriana are wrinkling their noses.
Petey, is that YOU?
Petrina, looking perplexed, holds her ring shirt to her nose and takes a sniff.
Oo. That’s rank.
Petrina shrugs, tosses it in her locker, and closes the door.
You have got to be kiddink me. Vhen vas the last time you vashed that?
I haven’t had any quarters…
Adriana shoves her hand in her pocket and pulls out a handful of coins.
Here. Please, wash that shit before Saturday.
Rory is shaking her head when her phone beeps. She flips it open and stares at the screen for a second.
Ladies, come see this…
The other two gather around and look at the screen.
‘Zat Moxie?
Oh, fantastic. We can go “train.”
Adriana rolls her eyes.
I really don’t get it. The fans love the guy, but there he is insulting us again. SiMox might have out-witted you two…
Oh, it wasn’t us he outwitted, love. As I recall…
Alright. Yes, I jumped up on the apron. Yes, that cost you the match. Get over it already. I don’t run your mistakes into the ground, do I?
Petrina huffs and heads for the fridge, grabbing a beer.
As I was saying, SiMox certainly didn’t outwrestle you two.
I have this unbearable urge to stand on the floor vith Xander and see vhat really happens if Comrade Moxie can’t tag any of us in for the whole match. Don’t you think it vould be worth the tick in the Loss column just to vatch it happen?
Adriana smirks.
As tempting as that is…
I don’ think we need to lower ourselves to that level. We’re better ‘n that. I mean, if he doesn’t tag us in, that’s ‘is own business.
That’s right. I think our strategy should be to do whatever we can to get the win, whether Moxie likes it or not. At least then he can’t accuse us of riding his coat tails.
I don’t see how that is goink to be possible if he doesn’t give us the time of day.
Jus’ cause we ain’ in the ring don’ mean we can’t influence the winner of the match. Jus’ ask Adr…
Adriana shoots Petrina a don’t-say-it look.
I suppose you have a point. There is no reason vhy ve can’t do a number on the Destruction Crew members on the outside…
No reason at all.
Still, he’ll never admit it that we helped him.
He doesn’t have to. There will no doubt be a capacity crowd on Saturday, not to mention all the cameras broadcasting to the fine folks at home. He can live in his little dream world if he wants. As we proved earlier this week, the fans know what’s what. And that’s all that matters.
The door opens and Xander Nova comes in with three boxes of pizza.
Beautiful, Xander! I’m so hungry! Yer the best!
Nothing like a little grease to fuel us up for a big match!
The girls relieve Xander of the pizza and the four of them start digging in as the scene ends.
I can’t believe I even scored tickets! I’m so excited!
I didn’t realize ye were such a big fan ‘o U2. They’re Irish boys, ye know.
I vould hardly call them “boys” at their age…Hold on…Vhat is that SMELL?
Rory and now Adriana are wrinkling their noses.
Petey, is that YOU?
Petrina, looking perplexed, holds her ring shirt to her nose and takes a sniff.
Oo. That’s rank.
Petrina shrugs, tosses it in her locker, and closes the door.
You have got to be kiddink me. Vhen vas the last time you vashed that?
I haven’t had any quarters…
Adriana shoves her hand in her pocket and pulls out a handful of coins.
Here. Please, wash that shit before Saturday.
Rory is shaking her head when her phone beeps. She flips it open and stares at the screen for a second.
Ladies, come see this…
The other two gather around and look at the screen.
‘Zat Moxie?
Oh, fantastic. We can go “train.”
Adriana rolls her eyes.
I really don’t get it. The fans love the guy, but there he is insulting us again. SiMox might have out-witted you two…
Oh, it wasn’t us he outwitted, love. As I recall…
Alright. Yes, I jumped up on the apron. Yes, that cost you the match. Get over it already. I don’t run your mistakes into the ground, do I?
Petrina huffs and heads for the fridge, grabbing a beer.
As I was saying, SiMox certainly didn’t outwrestle you two.
I have this unbearable urge to stand on the floor vith Xander and see vhat really happens if Comrade Moxie can’t tag any of us in for the whole match. Don’t you think it vould be worth the tick in the Loss column just to vatch it happen?
Adriana smirks.
As tempting as that is…
I don’ think we need to lower ourselves to that level. We’re better ‘n that. I mean, if he doesn’t tag us in, that’s ‘is own business.
That’s right. I think our strategy should be to do whatever we can to get the win, whether Moxie likes it or not. At least then he can’t accuse us of riding his coat tails.
I don’t see how that is goink to be possible if he doesn’t give us the time of day.
Jus’ cause we ain’ in the ring don’ mean we can’t influence the winner of the match. Jus’ ask Adr…
Adriana shoots Petrina a don’t-say-it look.
I suppose you have a point. There is no reason vhy ve can’t do a number on the Destruction Crew members on the outside…
No reason at all.
Still, he’ll never admit it that we helped him.
He doesn’t have to. There will no doubt be a capacity crowd on Saturday, not to mention all the cameras broadcasting to the fine folks at home. He can live in his little dream world if he wants. As we proved earlier this week, the fans know what’s what. And that’s all that matters.
The door opens and Xander Nova comes in with three boxes of pizza.
Beautiful, Xander! I’m so hungry! Yer the best!
Nothing like a little grease to fuel us up for a big match!
The girls relieve Xander of the pizza and the four of them start digging in as the scene ends.
