Post by Brad Kane on Mar 7, 2010 22:28:00 GMT -6
The hotel room that belongs to Brad and Megan Kane. Both are sitting down, still laughing at what they did earlier this evening. Megan just has a robe on with probably nothing on underneath, hooray for Brad, you'll never see it. A huge smile is on her face.
"First time I've ever done something like that!"
"A great rush isn't it? Knowing all that hate being placed upon you."
"I see why you enjoy it so much."
Megan snuggles up to her husband, getting an arm put around her.
"But, you know, you actually have to wrestle now too."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Just making sure. You debut on Friday night."
"...Wait, they put me on that show?"
"Sadly. Nothing I could do about it."
She looks extremely pissed off after hearing that. Brad tries not to laugh, grabbing a camera to film her.
"Tonight was a great night in my husband's war.
Our war.
Against New Championship Wrestling.
I was a little apprehensive when Bradley first brought this all up.
But he started to tell me stories.
Stories about how he and many others have been passed over.
Screwed over.
Fired.
Threatened.
Just to make way for less talented wrestlers.
Just like how I'm getting put into the ring with three less talented women.
Who are they?
I don't know.
Emma English?
Sounds like a bad gimmick out of a late night BBC Comedy.
Ayla St. James?
Outside of having the name from a Chrono Trigger character, first name anyways.
What sets you apart from the dozen other bitches that aren't me?
Jaymie Boone?
That announcer chick?
The hell kind of match was I put into.
I demand something better.
I demand that either I get put into a better match by tomorrow night or I'll..
I'll...
Well, I might hold onto that threat for later.
You three bitches.
Don't concern me.
Just that stepping stone.
Cliche I know.
But its true.
The three of you are in my way from taking that Women's Title in the future.
So I can put it into the ground along with the rest of this place.
My husband has an ally.
The best ally.
One that he can bang.
One that'll never leave his side.
Together...
We'll bring down this family company.
This horrible judge of talent.
And we'll put it right next to charisma that Jaymie Boone has.
Which is none for those dumb enough not to get that.
Friday night.
I'll show up.
I'll beat you three.
New Championship Wrestling.
Go **** off and die."
The camera fades.
"First time I've ever done something like that!"
"A great rush isn't it? Knowing all that hate being placed upon you."
"I see why you enjoy it so much."
Megan snuggles up to her husband, getting an arm put around her.
"But, you know, you actually have to wrestle now too."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Just making sure. You debut on Friday night."
"...Wait, they put me on that show?"
"Sadly. Nothing I could do about it."
She looks extremely pissed off after hearing that. Brad tries not to laugh, grabbing a camera to film her.
"Tonight was a great night in my husband's war.
Our war.
Against New Championship Wrestling.
I was a little apprehensive when Bradley first brought this all up.
But he started to tell me stories.
Stories about how he and many others have been passed over.
Screwed over.
Fired.
Threatened.
Just to make way for less talented wrestlers.
Just like how I'm getting put into the ring with three less talented women.
Who are they?
I don't know.
Emma English?
Sounds like a bad gimmick out of a late night BBC Comedy.
Ayla St. James?
Outside of having the name from a Chrono Trigger character, first name anyways.
What sets you apart from the dozen other bitches that aren't me?
Jaymie Boone?
That announcer chick?
The hell kind of match was I put into.
I demand something better.
I demand that either I get put into a better match by tomorrow night or I'll..
I'll...
Well, I might hold onto that threat for later.
You three bitches.
Don't concern me.
Just that stepping stone.
Cliche I know.
But its true.
The three of you are in my way from taking that Women's Title in the future.
So I can put it into the ground along with the rest of this place.
My husband has an ally.
The best ally.
One that he can bang.
One that'll never leave his side.
Together...
We'll bring down this family company.
This horrible judge of talent.
And we'll put it right next to charisma that Jaymie Boone has.
Which is none for those dumb enough not to get that.
Friday night.
I'll show up.
I'll beat you three.
New Championship Wrestling.
Go **** off and die."
The camera fades.