100% Focus

[Chloe]

~EBWF Diva's Kaitlyn and A.J. Lee, collectively known as The Chickbusters, were gathered at a Chuck E. Cheese. A bright, flashy kiddy restaurant with arcade games and REALLY FLIPPIN CREEPY animatronic animals that were a band and probably used to suck the souls from children. The Chickbusters came a place like this because Kaitlyn liked the pizza and A.J. liked the arcades, since they were pretty rare these days. Kaitlyn leaned back in her booth, sipping a soda, while A.J. poured gummi bears onto her cheese pizza.~

A.J.: TURTLE POWER.

Kaitlyn: You can't be a Ninja Turtle. Their were no girls.

A.J.: Yes there was! There was a girl in the really lame late nineties TV show.

Kaitlyn: Why would you want to b--

~Kaitlyn paused as her sugary soda had ended up in A.J's hands. The petite diva downed it in the blink of an eye.~

Kaitlyn: ....How can you move so fast? Oh. Wait. All you eat is junk food. Twenty four seven.

~Kaitlyn shook her head at her friend's eating habits as a man in a oversized mouse costume walked by, Chuck E. Cheese.~

Kaitlyn: A.J.! What's your dad doing here?!

A.J.: O-M-G! You are so funny!

~A.J. sneered and took a bite from her bizarre pizza toppings.~

Kaitlyn: Alright, alright, I know we're in a place that's hard to concentrate but you need to focus on your match.

A.J.: Is that Crazy Taxi?!

~A.J. stood up in her booth to look over at the arcade room and Kaitlyn pulled her back down to a sitting position.~

Kaitlyn: Focus. Focus. If you can beat Mickie James you'll get another shot at Torrie.

A.J.: Mickie is loco in the coco.

Kaitlyn: ....Yeah....she's a....clown...detective....thing. But don't underestimate her. She whooped up on Christy Hemme without much trouble.

A.J.: Well, I'm mighty. I can beat Mickie and I know I can beat Torrie when the title is on the line.

Kaitlyn: I know Mickie has only had one match but she's technically undefeated, right?

A.J.: Mm. Very true. She's a female Goldberg with big floppy shoes.

Kaitlyn: That's a terrifying image.

A.J.: And so am I! I am fear inducing in this Diva's division. Johnathan Crane all up in this piece. For realsies.

Kaitlyn: I will assume that's a good thing. But--

~Kaitlyn had momentarily glanced away and when she looked back, A.J. was off playing Crazy Taxi. She gripped the steering wheel with intense concentration, slamming her foot onto the game's pedal.~

Kaitlyn: A.J.! Can you teleport or something?! That's why you didn't beat Torrie last time! You can't concentrate for more than five seconds!

A.J.: In a minute! I gotta beat this hi-score! It's been mocking me since we walked in!

Kaitlyn: At LEAST go play that Whack-A-Clown game! That constitutes as SOME kind of practice for Mickie!

A.J.: Harlequin's are OK but actual clowns are SCARY! Like "IT"! Or Sweet Tooth! Or Ronald McDonald! Or....OHMYGODLOOKATALLDEMPOINTS!

~Kaitlyn furrowed her brow in frustration and sighed.~

Kaitlyn: If you beat Mickie you get an achievement-trophy thingy.

A.J.: You said that last time! You said if I beat Torrie I would get one and I didn't get anything!

Kaitlyn: Because you LOST!

A.J.: Oh yeah....

~A.J. calmly stepped away from the game and stepped back over to the booth Kaitlyn was seated at.~

A.J.: You're right. I'm going to focus more. I'm going to give this match one hundred percent of my focus and attention. I will take this seriously. I'll get the win over Mickie and I'll take that title away from Torrie. I'll bring nothing but respect to that Women's Title.

Kaitlyn: Great! I mean, all you need to do--

A.J.: THEY HAVE STREET FIGHTER ALPHA THREE?!?!

~A.J. zipped off camera while Kaitlyn repeatedly slammed her head onto the table top in frustration.~

[Juan Ramirez]

A.J.: THEY HAVE STREET FIGHTER ALPHA THREE?!?!


*Trent's heart skips a beat.*

[Jayme]

I always love reading Chloe's work. Makes me happy =)