~Darkness covered the screen before a very sudden light illuminated the shot. It surrounded A.J. Lee who sat on a stool with a ventriloquist dummy resting on one of her knee's. It was old and rickety and dressed like a 1920's flapper girl. A.J. manipulated the puppet's voice rather poorly by very clearly speaking from the corner of her mouth.~
Dummy: And don't get me started on my termite infestation!
A.J. Lee: Uhh...so what else is new?
Dummy: You mean besides phlebitis?! And this...
~The dummy's neck stretched upwards.~
Dummy: ...crick in my neck.
A.J. Lee: Maybe it just needs an adjustment!
~A.J. twisted the dummy's neck in a downward circle until it's head was back on it's rightful position on it's shoulders.~
Dummy: That's better. Except for my whooping cough...
~The head twisted around again until it popped off.~
Dummy: ...this sudden headache.
~A.J. looked at the camera and sighed. She scooped up the head, allowed it to roll along her shoulder blades before slapping it back onto the body. She tied it back into place with a pink colored scarf.~
Dummy: (muffled) That'll do it.
A.J. Lee: I didn't quite get that.
Dummy: muffled That's because there's a scarf over muh mouth!
A.J. Lee: Sorry! I can't tell what you're saying with that scarf over your mouth!
~A.J. looked at the audience and winked.~
A.J. Lee: That's our set for this evening. Check back soon!
Dummy: GETTHISTHINGOFFOFME.
~Revealing that she was sitting in a closet, A.J. reached up and pulled down the light switch hanging above her before closing the door shut. The camera pulled back to further reveal that was in her locker room. Panning back even more, we found Kaitlyn and Curt Hawkins peeking into the room. They gave each other mystified looks.~
Kaitlyn: ...Yeah. She's doing stuff like that every time I go to talk to her.
Curt Hawkins: Is this how she prepares for matches?
Kaitlyn: I...gave up trying to make sense of it.
Curt Hawkins: I'll go talk to her.
Kaitlyn: Suit yourself.
~Hawkins slowly entered the room and gave the closet door a few soft knocks.~
Curt Hawkins: A.J.?
~The door almost immediately came swinging open as A.J. bounced out.~
A.J. Lee: HI CURT!
Curt Hawkins: Uh. Hey. Are you doing all right?
A.J. Lee: I'm doing fantastical! How are you?
Curt Hawkins: I'm good. Knee's a little banged up but--
A.J. Lee: I CAN SUCK OUT ALL THE POISON.
~Curt's eyes widened as he took a step backwards. A.J. peered up at him, batting her wide eyes while her hands were folded below her waist.~
Curt Hawkins: That's..not..really necessary. I just wanted to check on you. You've got that match with Eve coming up.
A.J. Lee: Right.
Curt Hawkins: And she's been pretty successful so far.
A.J. Lee: Uh huh.
Curt Hawkins: And if you beat her you might be able to get a shot at Maryse.
~Her face almost instantly twisted into a deep scowl~
Curt Hawkins: And on top of that..well..maybe I shouldn't say.
A.J. Lee: Huh?! Nuh-uh! Tell me! TELL ME!
Curt Hawkins: Word around the locker room is that Eve has been telling everyone that you're..
~He leaned in closely and whispered.~
Curt Hawkins: ..crazy.
~A.J.'s pupils slowly began to shrink. Her entire, small body began to shake before she erupted.~
A.J. Lee: That's all I keep hearing! Whacko! Nut job! Psycho! I'm gonna mangle her! I'm gonna shove those dopey glasses of hers down her prissy little throat!
~A.J. started to stomp back and forth, pacing while pounding her fists together.~
Curt Hawkins: Atta' girl.
A.J. Lee: And then Maryse! And then TRENT! And then everyone else who thinks I'm..!!
~She was tugging down on her long, brunette hair before exhaling deeply. She calmed and folded her hands together cutely.~
A.J. Lee: That word that shall not be said.
Curt Hawkins: I believe in you, A.J. You can do it.
~A.J's eyes went enormous and sparkly as she hopped upwards to throw her arms around Hawkins' neck in a hug. He returned the embrace and lightly patted the small of her back before backing out of the room. A.J. merely kept the same pleasant, if not somewhat unbalanced, smile on her face.~
Ventriloquist
Re: Ventriloquist
Your AJ Gif makes me LOL every time I see it.
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