Post by Jillie on Apr 27, 2010 22:33:55 GMT -6
Scene opens in Dunpork’s House of Bacon. The ladies of Y Kores, “Everyone’s Favourite Canadian Lady” Adriana Samu, “The Assassin” Rory Kotch, and “The Other Girl” Petrina Rotchester, along with their manager, Xander Nova, are all sitting at a booth with breakfast in front of them.
Mmmm. Baaaacon.
I can feel my arteries clogging as we speak.
Xander says something in Russian, wagging his finger at Petrina and Adriana, who look at him in confusion.
He says trainink this afternoon is goink to be particularly brutal on a full stomach.
[With her mouth full] Ah, Dria’s the one that’ll suffer. I don’ ‘ave any matches this week.
And who exactly do you think Dria’s goink to train against…?
I haven’t had a chance to check the card yet, even. Who do I have this week?
You are teamink vith Mike Hanson against the Alternative Lifestylers.
Adriana looks at Rory.
The Alternative Whatstylers?
Lifestylers.
What the bloody ‘ell does that mean?
It means they are…uh…more than friends, let’s say.
‘More than friends’? What does THAT mean?
Adriana and Rory look at each other.
Uh…We’ll tell you when you’re older, Pete.
Petrina snorts and dives back into her food.
Hanson is part of the Destruction Crew, eh.
He is.
Hrm. Interesting. Not sure what I should think of that.
Vell, provided you two can co-exist for a half an hour, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You have the speed, he has the power – The Lifestylers really have no chance.
Pft. Yer screwed. ‘E’ll never work with ye.
Adriana and Rory give Petrina a WTF look.
What…ye don’ watch TV?
Petrina whips out her smart phone, hits a few buttons, and hands it to Adriana. Garbled male yelling can be heard as Adriana and Rory’s eyebrows get higher and higher.
Faaaanastic.
Adriana rolls her eyes and hands the phone back to Petrina.
Vell, that could pose a problem.
What about his manager…this Gambler guy?
He seems level ‘eaded enough. Maybe you an’ Xander need to go ‘ave a talk wi’the old boy…
I guess so. I guess the worst that happens is Hanson will refuse to let me wrestle and wreck the Lifestylers all by his lonesome. I won’t be happy about it, but if Hanson is this upset about teaming with a chick there’s no way he’s going to allow himself to lose to those guys.
Valid point.
That is, as long as ye stay off the damned apron.
Adriana shoots Petrina a look.
I thought we said we were done arguing about that.
No, YOU said you were don’ arguin’ about it. I’m still bitter.
Adriana rolls her eyes.
As I said before, it’s not my fault the ref can’t multitask. But anyway, I somehow think that with all the other crap going on in that ring I’m going to be the least of the ref’s worries this weekend.
How is that?
Well, between those two flamboyant fellows and the raging redneck, I’m probably going to be the most normal one out there.
You’re probably right. Vell, I guess my suggestion vould be to tag yourself in vhen you can, because Hanson isn’t goink to do it villinkly, and my darlink Xander vill have to make sure The Gambler keeps his man in line. The only vay your goink to lose this match is if you and Hanson can’t co-exist for half an hour and start beatnik each other up instead.
Well I certainly have no problem with Hanson. He’s the one with the problem. Hell, having a dude like that on my side of the ring will be a major advantage. I guess I don’t need to convince YOU of that, though, do I? Xander, can you get a hold of The Gambler? Let’s see if we can work something out with the sober one, here.
Xander nods and gets up to leave.
I guess we’ll have to wait and see what he says. In the meantime, I suppose we’ll treat it like any other forced tag partner that doesn’t like me…?
Ha. Not like that’s never ‘appened before.
The girls all chuckle to themselves and finish their breakfasts as the scene ends.
Mmmm. Baaaacon.
I can feel my arteries clogging as we speak.
Xander says something in Russian, wagging his finger at Petrina and Adriana, who look at him in confusion.
He says trainink this afternoon is goink to be particularly brutal on a full stomach.
[With her mouth full] Ah, Dria’s the one that’ll suffer. I don’ ‘ave any matches this week.
And who exactly do you think Dria’s goink to train against…?
I haven’t had a chance to check the card yet, even. Who do I have this week?
You are teamink vith Mike Hanson against the Alternative Lifestylers.
Adriana looks at Rory.
The Alternative Whatstylers?
Lifestylers.
What the bloody ‘ell does that mean?
It means they are…uh…more than friends, let’s say.
‘More than friends’? What does THAT mean?
Adriana and Rory look at each other.
Uh…We’ll tell you when you’re older, Pete.
Petrina snorts and dives back into her food.
Hanson is part of the Destruction Crew, eh.
He is.
Hrm. Interesting. Not sure what I should think of that.
Vell, provided you two can co-exist for a half an hour, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You have the speed, he has the power – The Lifestylers really have no chance.
Pft. Yer screwed. ‘E’ll never work with ye.
Adriana and Rory give Petrina a WTF look.
What…ye don’ watch TV?
Petrina whips out her smart phone, hits a few buttons, and hands it to Adriana. Garbled male yelling can be heard as Adriana and Rory’s eyebrows get higher and higher.
Faaaanastic.
Adriana rolls her eyes and hands the phone back to Petrina.
Vell, that could pose a problem.
What about his manager…this Gambler guy?
He seems level ‘eaded enough. Maybe you an’ Xander need to go ‘ave a talk wi’the old boy…
I guess so. I guess the worst that happens is Hanson will refuse to let me wrestle and wreck the Lifestylers all by his lonesome. I won’t be happy about it, but if Hanson is this upset about teaming with a chick there’s no way he’s going to allow himself to lose to those guys.
Valid point.
That is, as long as ye stay off the damned apron.
Adriana shoots Petrina a look.
I thought we said we were done arguing about that.
No, YOU said you were don’ arguin’ about it. I’m still bitter.
Adriana rolls her eyes.
As I said before, it’s not my fault the ref can’t multitask. But anyway, I somehow think that with all the other crap going on in that ring I’m going to be the least of the ref’s worries this weekend.
How is that?
Well, between those two flamboyant fellows and the raging redneck, I’m probably going to be the most normal one out there.
You’re probably right. Vell, I guess my suggestion vould be to tag yourself in vhen you can, because Hanson isn’t goink to do it villinkly, and my darlink Xander vill have to make sure The Gambler keeps his man in line. The only vay your goink to lose this match is if you and Hanson can’t co-exist for half an hour and start beatnik each other up instead.
Well I certainly have no problem with Hanson. He’s the one with the problem. Hell, having a dude like that on my side of the ring will be a major advantage. I guess I don’t need to convince YOU of that, though, do I? Xander, can you get a hold of The Gambler? Let’s see if we can work something out with the sober one, here.
Xander nods and gets up to leave.
I guess we’ll have to wait and see what he says. In the meantime, I suppose we’ll treat it like any other forced tag partner that doesn’t like me…?
Ha. Not like that’s never ‘appened before.
The girls all chuckle to themselves and finish their breakfasts as the scene ends.
