Post by Jillie on Jun 23, 2009 23:08:22 GMT -6
Scene opens in the Y Kores locker room. “Everyone’s Favourite Canadian Lady” Adriana Samu is sitting on the couch facing the camera, wearing a Chris Benoit t-shirt and cropped jeans that show off the dragon tattooed on her leg. To her left is “The Assassin” Rory Kotch, dressed in all black. Her hair is pulled back to show off the stitches received at 4-Up by Emo Kid’s chair shot and she looks anxious and impatient. Behind them is manager Xander Nova, in his suit, sitting on a barstool behind his wife. Finally, “The Other Girl” Petrina Rochtester is leaning lazily on her barstool, nursing a beer. She is wearing a size-too-small Northern Ireland national football jersey and baggy jeans.
This weekend, Y Kores is squaring off against Emo Kid, Omerta and Rick Roll. Boys, we want to make something very clear to you – it is not your blood we want to be spilling. True, it was Emo Kid that ultimately cost The Assassin her rightful shot at the SNW Bad Blood Championship, but Kid, you also cost yourself the shot. We consider that even.
Y Kores has one goal right now and that goal is making Vin Sin and the Young Gunz pay.
Kotch can’t take it any longer. She leans forward and points her pipe into the camera angrily.
Sin, I am not finished vith you. Not by a lonk shot. You see, Vin, I didn’t get my fill at 4-Up. I vanted to qvench my thirst for violence vith your blood, but I vas too preoccupied vith Syco Boy, who felt the need to rekindle a feud that ve had left by the vayside ages ago, and Emo Kid, who took it upon himself to prevent me from fullfillink my destiny here at SNW by becoming the first Bad Blood Champion. Instead, Vin Sin got the opportunity and sqvandered it.
Ok, so maybe I lied. Maybe Emo Kid, Omerta and Rick Roll IS whose blood Y Kores wants to be spilling. At least, Emo Kid’s will be spilt by a very angry Assassin.
I for one wanna see if Shelley and Sabin are even goin’ t’be able t’show at Impact this week after the whoopin’ Margera gave ‘em.
Adriana turns around.
You do know Impact is taped, like, weeks in advance, right? And you do know that it’s the YOUNG Gunz we’re talking about…
Petrina rolls her eyes.
O’course! Alex’ a mate! That’s why I’m confused why we’re tryin’ to beat ‘em up.
Adriana rolls her eyes and turns back around. Xander puts his head in his hands in exasperation but says nothing. Rory just looks angry.
ANYWAY, back to this week…We Y Kores will be using this opportunity to teach some lessons. First of all, we are going to make an example of you three boys for the Young Gunz to study – an example of how we are not Divas, not Knockouts, and definitely no Hannah’s. We are WRESTLERS who just happen to have tits…
Well, some of us do, anyway…
Petrina points to her ample breastage and snickers at Adriana. Adriana throws her a “really?” look, rolls her eyes and turns back to the camera.
We are going to put up as much of a fight as any of the men, and we’ll probably get the one-two-three. After the match, we’re going to get the tape from production, wrap it in shiny paper, and present it to Young Gunz so they can study it and understand just what kind of wrestling talent they’re dealing with here.
The SECOND lesson ve are goink to teach is to Emo Kid – You cost me my shot at the Bad Blood Championship, a title that no vone in this promotion more aptly deserves than myself, and you are goink to pay. In fact, you are goink to pay tvice because Syco Boy also cost me my shot and he isn’t here for me to punish. I hope you’re prepared, Emo Kid, because right now I don’t care about these freakink stitches in my head. I don’t care about the concussion I’m nursink. I simply care about provink to the SNW administration that the number vone contender for the Bad Blood Championship should be the Assassin. And James Jackson? You had better be payink attention, because vhen ve’re finished vith Emo Kid and his friends, and vhen ve’re finished vith Vin Sin and HIS friends, ve are comink for you. I am comink for the title that is rightly mine!
There’s one last lesson, ladies. That lesson is – don’ forget about Y Kores. Rory might’a been able to hold ‘er own at 4-Up wi’out us, an’ we might’a been layin’ low since, but ye’d best not forget about us. All this down time isn’t spent drinkin’ smokin’ and gamblin’, boys. It’s spent gettin’ ready t’kick yer arses. We might disappear from time t’time, but we’re always around. We’re always watchin’. We’re trainin’, plannin’, and schemin’. Remember t’shoulder check, boys, cause we’ll be in yer mirrors, bidin’ our time til we can pounce and snatch what we want.
We’ll see you on Saturday, gentlemen. Make sure to bring your A-Games.
With that, Adriana leans forward and turns off the camera to end the scene.
This weekend, Y Kores is squaring off against Emo Kid, Omerta and Rick Roll. Boys, we want to make something very clear to you – it is not your blood we want to be spilling. True, it was Emo Kid that ultimately cost The Assassin her rightful shot at the SNW Bad Blood Championship, but Kid, you also cost yourself the shot. We consider that even.
Y Kores has one goal right now and that goal is making Vin Sin and the Young Gunz pay.
Kotch can’t take it any longer. She leans forward and points her pipe into the camera angrily.
Sin, I am not finished vith you. Not by a lonk shot. You see, Vin, I didn’t get my fill at 4-Up. I vanted to qvench my thirst for violence vith your blood, but I vas too preoccupied vith Syco Boy, who felt the need to rekindle a feud that ve had left by the vayside ages ago, and Emo Kid, who took it upon himself to prevent me from fullfillink my destiny here at SNW by becoming the first Bad Blood Champion. Instead, Vin Sin got the opportunity and sqvandered it.
Ok, so maybe I lied. Maybe Emo Kid, Omerta and Rick Roll IS whose blood Y Kores wants to be spilling. At least, Emo Kid’s will be spilt by a very angry Assassin.
I for one wanna see if Shelley and Sabin are even goin’ t’be able t’show at Impact this week after the whoopin’ Margera gave ‘em.
Adriana turns around.
You do know Impact is taped, like, weeks in advance, right? And you do know that it’s the YOUNG Gunz we’re talking about…
Petrina rolls her eyes.
O’course! Alex’ a mate! That’s why I’m confused why we’re tryin’ to beat ‘em up.
Adriana rolls her eyes and turns back around. Xander puts his head in his hands in exasperation but says nothing. Rory just looks angry.
ANYWAY, back to this week…We Y Kores will be using this opportunity to teach some lessons. First of all, we are going to make an example of you three boys for the Young Gunz to study – an example of how we are not Divas, not Knockouts, and definitely no Hannah’s. We are WRESTLERS who just happen to have tits…
Well, some of us do, anyway…
Petrina points to her ample breastage and snickers at Adriana. Adriana throws her a “really?” look, rolls her eyes and turns back to the camera.
We are going to put up as much of a fight as any of the men, and we’ll probably get the one-two-three. After the match, we’re going to get the tape from production, wrap it in shiny paper, and present it to Young Gunz so they can study it and understand just what kind of wrestling talent they’re dealing with here.
The SECOND lesson ve are goink to teach is to Emo Kid – You cost me my shot at the Bad Blood Championship, a title that no vone in this promotion more aptly deserves than myself, and you are goink to pay. In fact, you are goink to pay tvice because Syco Boy also cost me my shot and he isn’t here for me to punish. I hope you’re prepared, Emo Kid, because right now I don’t care about these freakink stitches in my head. I don’t care about the concussion I’m nursink. I simply care about provink to the SNW administration that the number vone contender for the Bad Blood Championship should be the Assassin. And James Jackson? You had better be payink attention, because vhen ve’re finished vith Emo Kid and his friends, and vhen ve’re finished vith Vin Sin and HIS friends, ve are comink for you. I am comink for the title that is rightly mine!
There’s one last lesson, ladies. That lesson is – don’ forget about Y Kores. Rory might’a been able to hold ‘er own at 4-Up wi’out us, an’ we might’a been layin’ low since, but ye’d best not forget about us. All this down time isn’t spent drinkin’ smokin’ and gamblin’, boys. It’s spent gettin’ ready t’kick yer arses. We might disappear from time t’time, but we’re always around. We’re always watchin’. We’re trainin’, plannin’, and schemin’. Remember t’shoulder check, boys, cause we’ll be in yer mirrors, bidin’ our time til we can pounce and snatch what we want.
We’ll see you on Saturday, gentlemen. Make sure to bring your A-Games.
With that, Adriana leans forward and turns off the camera to end the scene.
