Post by Jillie on May 6, 2009 23:39:55 GMT -6
Scene opens just outside the former SINdicate locker room. The plaque that now reads “Everyone’s Favourite Canadian Lady” Adriana Samu is being taken down and replaced with a new one, which reads “Y Kores.” The camera pans back to reveal Xander Nova is replacing the sign while the three Y Kores members watch on. Samu, who is wearing a Team Canada hockey jersey, is joined by “The Assassin” Rory Kotch, wearing a military-style camo shirt with the hammer and sickle of the former USSR on the sleeve, and “The Other Girl” Petrina Rotchester, who is wearing a Republic of Ireland flag for a shirt.
Adriana turns and addresses the camera first.
Everyone always has that same question after something like this happens. WHY!? Why did I turn my back on Viper and the SINdicate after just having betrayed Stank Lovve and the True Playas? My answer this time is the same as last time. After leaving this business for six months to think about my future, I realized that I would get no where unless I looked after myself. I was expending too much energy being a selfless and generous friend to continue in an alliance with Stank, Candy and Devildog, so I dumped them for a business arrangement with my former foe, Viper. The SINdicate started out beneficial, but it quickly became apparent that this would not continue to be the case. Viper, you can blame your Kobra’s Law lackeys for that. They were suspicious of me from the start, and for good reason. Remember what happened the last time you trusted a crazy bitch with a pipe?
Adriana motions toward Rory Kotch, who smirks and chuckles, batting her pipe against her palm.
By the time you made them tell me they trusted me, it was too late, Viper. I didn’t trust THEM.
I had a dilemma. I can’t trust my friends to help me out, nor can I trust my former enemies. Who COULD I trust? The answer was in front of me the whole time – I could trust the two people with which alliance I have been the most successful – and they are neither friends nor foes. They are, as my Russian friends would say, Comrades. We are bound by something that no one else in this promotion understands. We are women and we are wrestlers – not Divas, not Knockouts, not valets, nor models, nor actors, nor Playboy bunnies, but wrestlers who happen to be women. These two women have had to endure the same trials I did, face the same challenges, beat the same odds, and all just because we were born without penises.
Petrina Rotchester raises the beer bottle from which she has been drinking. She interjects in a heavy Irish accent.
I believe that’s “peen-eye.”
Rory Kotch shoots Petrina a glare.
Y’know, like “octopus” is “octopi”…?
Kotch rolls her eyes and patronizes in a slight Russian accent.
The grammatically correct plural for “octopus” is actually “octopodes.”
Adriana is staring at the two in disbelief. She shakes her head in amazement and continues with her speech.
The point is these two women not only want what I want – a shot at gold regardless of what gender the champion might be – they also know what needs to be done as women to attain that goal.
We are not friends. Rory and I spent the first parts of our careers kicking the crap out of each other, and despite being former Tag Team Champions, Rory and Petrina, as you just saw, can hardly stand each other. But neither are we enemies. We understand that success for one of us is success for all of us – and by all of us I don’t just mean us three, I mean all women like us – women who are sick and tired of watching Divas’ bra-and-panties matches and pillow fights pass as legitimate competition. What we ARE is focused, honest with each other, and determined to prove that just because we lack penises…
Peen-eye…
Rory elbows Petrina in the gut and they start shoving each other back and forth until Xander pushes himself between them. Adriana continues talking as if nothing is going on behind her.
…doesn’t make us less talented or worthy of holding gold.
Rory steps forward, brushing Petrina off with a scoff, and her slight accent picks up where Adriana left off.
All three of us have proven this before in other promotions. I vill not take time to repeat our accomplishments, but they are easily found on SNW.com. My darlink Xander has seen to that. Ve vill start provink to SNW this veekend vhy ve deserve to be here vhen Adriana takes on Vin Sin. Adriana vill, as she alvays does, give Sin a run for his money and make him think tvice about wrtitnk off any of Y Kores just because ve’re female. And just in case that chauvinist pig Myke Rhynes tries to pull somethink sneaky, my darlink Xander vill look after him. Not only that, Petrina and I vill be vatchink from the back, ready to assist our stable mate. A velcome thought to you, Adriana, no doubt, after the incompetence of your last allies.
Petrina waves her beer in the air to get everyone’s attention. Her heavy Irish accent is somewhat slurred with intoxication.
An’ jus’ in case SNW management is watchin’, don’ think fer a second we’ll be content to jus’ sit in the back an’ play second fiddle t’Dria. We expect our debut match soon, mates, so we can join Dria in the fun. I dunno ‘bout the ol’ Assassin ‘ere, but I fer one will go find me own fights if SNW don’ schedule ‘em fer me. Jus’ ask me last boss how well that worked out for ‘er.
Petrina giggles, pointing at Adriana as if it were a secret that she was Petrina’s former employer. Xander snatches the beer out of Petrina’s hand and gives her a stand-up-straight-and-shut-up look, which she obeys immediately.
Now that we have fixed this door, maybe we should go ask Gordon Heath about that debut, eh ladies?
Rory smirks and nods, patting her pipe into her palm. Petrina pulls out another bottle of beer from one of the large pockets on her cargo pants and tries to get it open without Xander noticing. Xander motions for Adriana to lead the way, and Y Kores files off the scene as we fade to black.
Adriana turns and addresses the camera first.
Everyone always has that same question after something like this happens. WHY!? Why did I turn my back on Viper and the SINdicate after just having betrayed Stank Lovve and the True Playas? My answer this time is the same as last time. After leaving this business for six months to think about my future, I realized that I would get no where unless I looked after myself. I was expending too much energy being a selfless and generous friend to continue in an alliance with Stank, Candy and Devildog, so I dumped them for a business arrangement with my former foe, Viper. The SINdicate started out beneficial, but it quickly became apparent that this would not continue to be the case. Viper, you can blame your Kobra’s Law lackeys for that. They were suspicious of me from the start, and for good reason. Remember what happened the last time you trusted a crazy bitch with a pipe?
Adriana motions toward Rory Kotch, who smirks and chuckles, batting her pipe against her palm.
By the time you made them tell me they trusted me, it was too late, Viper. I didn’t trust THEM.
I had a dilemma. I can’t trust my friends to help me out, nor can I trust my former enemies. Who COULD I trust? The answer was in front of me the whole time – I could trust the two people with which alliance I have been the most successful – and they are neither friends nor foes. They are, as my Russian friends would say, Comrades. We are bound by something that no one else in this promotion understands. We are women and we are wrestlers – not Divas, not Knockouts, not valets, nor models, nor actors, nor Playboy bunnies, but wrestlers who happen to be women. These two women have had to endure the same trials I did, face the same challenges, beat the same odds, and all just because we were born without penises.
Petrina Rotchester raises the beer bottle from which she has been drinking. She interjects in a heavy Irish accent.
I believe that’s “peen-eye.”
Rory Kotch shoots Petrina a glare.
Y’know, like “octopus” is “octopi”…?
Kotch rolls her eyes and patronizes in a slight Russian accent.
The grammatically correct plural for “octopus” is actually “octopodes.”
Adriana is staring at the two in disbelief. She shakes her head in amazement and continues with her speech.
The point is these two women not only want what I want – a shot at gold regardless of what gender the champion might be – they also know what needs to be done as women to attain that goal.
We are not friends. Rory and I spent the first parts of our careers kicking the crap out of each other, and despite being former Tag Team Champions, Rory and Petrina, as you just saw, can hardly stand each other. But neither are we enemies. We understand that success for one of us is success for all of us – and by all of us I don’t just mean us three, I mean all women like us – women who are sick and tired of watching Divas’ bra-and-panties matches and pillow fights pass as legitimate competition. What we ARE is focused, honest with each other, and determined to prove that just because we lack penises…
Peen-eye…
Rory elbows Petrina in the gut and they start shoving each other back and forth until Xander pushes himself between them. Adriana continues talking as if nothing is going on behind her.
…doesn’t make us less talented or worthy of holding gold.
Rory steps forward, brushing Petrina off with a scoff, and her slight accent picks up where Adriana left off.
All three of us have proven this before in other promotions. I vill not take time to repeat our accomplishments, but they are easily found on SNW.com. My darlink Xander has seen to that. Ve vill start provink to SNW this veekend vhy ve deserve to be here vhen Adriana takes on Vin Sin. Adriana vill, as she alvays does, give Sin a run for his money and make him think tvice about wrtitnk off any of Y Kores just because ve’re female. And just in case that chauvinist pig Myke Rhynes tries to pull somethink sneaky, my darlink Xander vill look after him. Not only that, Petrina and I vill be vatchink from the back, ready to assist our stable mate. A velcome thought to you, Adriana, no doubt, after the incompetence of your last allies.
Petrina waves her beer in the air to get everyone’s attention. Her heavy Irish accent is somewhat slurred with intoxication.
An’ jus’ in case SNW management is watchin’, don’ think fer a second we’ll be content to jus’ sit in the back an’ play second fiddle t’Dria. We expect our debut match soon, mates, so we can join Dria in the fun. I dunno ‘bout the ol’ Assassin ‘ere, but I fer one will go find me own fights if SNW don’ schedule ‘em fer me. Jus’ ask me last boss how well that worked out for ‘er.
Petrina giggles, pointing at Adriana as if it were a secret that she was Petrina’s former employer. Xander snatches the beer out of Petrina’s hand and gives her a stand-up-straight-and-shut-up look, which she obeys immediately.
Now that we have fixed this door, maybe we should go ask Gordon Heath about that debut, eh ladies?
Rory smirks and nods, patting her pipe into her palm. Petrina pulls out another bottle of beer from one of the large pockets on her cargo pants and tries to get it open without Xander noticing. Xander motions for Adriana to lead the way, and Y Kores files off the scene as we fade to black.
