The Wager Part Two
Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:33 pm
PLEASANT INTERLUDE #1
Everything was mighty on the Japanese warrior known as Lord Tensai. Even his eyes. Gothic lolita is a huge fashion sub-culture in Japan and he approved of it greatly. His strong hues were focused on a lovely young woman who was standing in a hallway of an arena. She was awaiting an interview. The pale dark haired woman would not be prepared for the amount of love that Tensai could bring to her. He studied her outfit carefully. A black and gray colored, long sleeved dress with black and blue stockings underneath. It all fit perfectly. Tensai approached with confidence. He would romance this beauty. Tensai stood a short distance away from the goth-girl and opened his mouth to speak. There was no doubt that the words would be elegant.
Paige: I'm twenty.
Tensai's mouth closed. She spoke without ever taking a glance at him. The powerful combatant sulked away.
The Coach had arrived and was ready to conduct an interview with Paige in that same hallway.
The Coach: Joining me now is one of our up and coming Diva's: Paige. Paige you're in action this week and you face a formidable challenge in the form of Brooke Tessmacher.
Paige's eyes, surrounded by dark make up, squinted before she openly scoffed at The Coach's introduction.
Paige: Said no one about Brooke Tessmacher ever. Coach, can you tell me the last time Brooke won a match? Or the last time she did anything even remotely important? Has anyone that has ever existed EVER uttered the phrase "Did you see what Brooke Tessmacher did on Warfare last night?!"
She leaned forward and awaited an answer before giving her head a few slow shakes.
Paige: No. They haven't. Ever. And this week's Warfare isn't going to be any different. No, no. Wait. I take that back. This will be the very first time anyone has ever said anything close to that. "Did you see what Brooke Tessmacher did on Warfare last night?!"
The Norwich, England born wrestler's lips curled into a crafty smirk.
Paige: "She lost to Paige in a minute."
The Coach: I'll be the first to admit that Brooke's win-loss record is not amongst the best but I don't think it's wise to underestimate any Superstar on the roster.
Paige: Unless it's Brooke. All she is is a warm body and everyone knows it. She's only kept around because she has a gigantic ass that looks only slightly better than your average Hooter girl. It can't be for her wrestling ability, that's for sure. Someone like Brooke wouldn't have lasted a week in the places I've been. And the fact that everyone else she's wrestled has let her survive this long is shocking. I'm out to remedy that. When I defeat her, in record time I might add, I might just smash that slightly above average face of hers.
Coach didn't have a chance to as Paige had already turned and walked off after completing her last sentence.
PLEASANT INTERLUDE #2
As Paige headed down the hallway she stopped in her tracks. Standing at the other end was Maryse. The pair had a tense stare down from a distance before closing in on one another. They addressed one another with in terms that were as common as saying "what's up" for most normal people.
Paige: Whore.
Maryse: Lame-ass goth.
The stare down continued.
Maryse: You know, I was thinking about this bet..
Paige: You want to back out already? I knew it.
Maryse: I didn't SAY THAT! It's just my opponent is a little tougher than yours!
Paige: Brooke Tessmacher is an extremely tough opponent. If I wake up Monday morning and I'm a paraplegic, I'm going to have a lot of trouble with her.
Maryse: That bitch couldn't beat that..THING you carry around! What is THAT damn thing away?!
Paige: Honekoneko.
She held out the half skeleton, half feline plush she carried around. Another influence from the goth-lolita fashion.
Paige: It's a skele-cat but I wouldn't expect you to understand because you're stupid.
Maryse: I'm going to beat MsChif's ass in, like, five minutes and you're going to look dumb as SHIT!
Paige: Well, I'm going to beat Brooke in a minute.
Maryse: I'll beat MsChif in thirty seconds!
Paige: I'll beat Brooke in five seconds.
Maryse: I'm going to beat MsChif before the bell even rings!
Paige: I'm going to beat Brooke before the show even starts.
The French-Canadian released a guttural sound of extreme frustration before pushing her way past Paige who had remained cold and icy during the exchange.
Maryse: Whatever! Bitch!
And the two went their separate ways down the hallway after that exchange..
PLEASANT INTERLUDE #3
Bitter disappointment for Tensai. Such an earthly goddess. But she was unobtainable. His sorrows were deep as he returned to his locker room. A surprise was waiting for him. The enchanting raven haired girl stood before. She stared up towards with no emotion. But then slowly began to grin.
Everything was mighty on the Japanese warrior known as Lord Tensai. Even his eyes. Gothic lolita is a huge fashion sub-culture in Japan and he approved of it greatly. His strong hues were focused on a lovely young woman who was standing in a hallway of an arena. She was awaiting an interview. The pale dark haired woman would not be prepared for the amount of love that Tensai could bring to her. He studied her outfit carefully. A black and gray colored, long sleeved dress with black and blue stockings underneath. It all fit perfectly. Tensai approached with confidence. He would romance this beauty. Tensai stood a short distance away from the goth-girl and opened his mouth to speak. There was no doubt that the words would be elegant.
Paige: I'm twenty.
Tensai's mouth closed. She spoke without ever taking a glance at him. The powerful combatant sulked away.
The Coach had arrived and was ready to conduct an interview with Paige in that same hallway.
The Coach: Joining me now is one of our up and coming Diva's: Paige. Paige you're in action this week and you face a formidable challenge in the form of Brooke Tessmacher.
Paige's eyes, surrounded by dark make up, squinted before she openly scoffed at The Coach's introduction.
Paige: Said no one about Brooke Tessmacher ever. Coach, can you tell me the last time Brooke won a match? Or the last time she did anything even remotely important? Has anyone that has ever existed EVER uttered the phrase "Did you see what Brooke Tessmacher did on Warfare last night?!"
She leaned forward and awaited an answer before giving her head a few slow shakes.
Paige: No. They haven't. Ever. And this week's Warfare isn't going to be any different. No, no. Wait. I take that back. This will be the very first time anyone has ever said anything close to that. "Did you see what Brooke Tessmacher did on Warfare last night?!"
The Norwich, England born wrestler's lips curled into a crafty smirk.
Paige: "She lost to Paige in a minute."
The Coach: I'll be the first to admit that Brooke's win-loss record is not amongst the best but I don't think it's wise to underestimate any Superstar on the roster.
Paige: Unless it's Brooke. All she is is a warm body and everyone knows it. She's only kept around because she has a gigantic ass that looks only slightly better than your average Hooter girl. It can't be for her wrestling ability, that's for sure. Someone like Brooke wouldn't have lasted a week in the places I've been. And the fact that everyone else she's wrestled has let her survive this long is shocking. I'm out to remedy that. When I defeat her, in record time I might add, I might just smash that slightly above average face of hers.
Coach didn't have a chance to as Paige had already turned and walked off after completing her last sentence.
PLEASANT INTERLUDE #2
As Paige headed down the hallway she stopped in her tracks. Standing at the other end was Maryse. The pair had a tense stare down from a distance before closing in on one another. They addressed one another with in terms that were as common as saying "what's up" for most normal people.
Paige: Whore.
Maryse: Lame-ass goth.
The stare down continued.
Maryse: You know, I was thinking about this bet..
Paige: You want to back out already? I knew it.
Maryse: I didn't SAY THAT! It's just my opponent is a little tougher than yours!
Paige: Brooke Tessmacher is an extremely tough opponent. If I wake up Monday morning and I'm a paraplegic, I'm going to have a lot of trouble with her.
Maryse: That bitch couldn't beat that..THING you carry around! What is THAT damn thing away?!
Paige: Honekoneko.
She held out the half skeleton, half feline plush she carried around. Another influence from the goth-lolita fashion.
Paige: It's a skele-cat but I wouldn't expect you to understand because you're stupid.
Maryse: I'm going to beat MsChif's ass in, like, five minutes and you're going to look dumb as SHIT!
Paige: Well, I'm going to beat Brooke in a minute.
Maryse: I'll beat MsChif in thirty seconds!
Paige: I'll beat Brooke in five seconds.
Maryse: I'm going to beat MsChif before the bell even rings!
Paige: I'm going to beat Brooke before the show even starts.
The French-Canadian released a guttural sound of extreme frustration before pushing her way past Paige who had remained cold and icy during the exchange.
Maryse: Whatever! Bitch!
And the two went their separate ways down the hallway after that exchange..
PLEASANT INTERLUDE #3
Bitter disappointment for Tensai. Such an earthly goddess. But she was unobtainable. His sorrows were deep as he returned to his locker room. A surprise was waiting for him. The enchanting raven haired girl stood before. She stared up towards with no emotion. But then slowly began to grin.