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Está lloviendo A Hombres
Topic Started: Mar 7 2005, 02:24 AM (48 Views)
Lita Maivia
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We find ourselves in a typical, depressing Mexican bar. Smoke and stale beer fills the air as our eyes strain to pick Silent Rage out of the crowd. Unfortunately he's not here. Instead, the entrance opens to give way to three or four young women. Three. One just thinks he's a woman. Official by day, party-girl by night, Michaela Menendez leads the charge inside this quiet establishment. Her followers are TNT interviewers Katie Hudson and Mark Deveraux. Must be ladies night. Behind them is an entirely unenthused Kennedy. Mark makes a bee-line for the jukebox, currently spewing a slow, uninspiring tune. Katie disappears in the crowd for whatever reason, as Kennedy follows Michaela to the bar.

Bartender: Qué puede yo le consiguieron?

Michaela: Tequila todo alrededor.

Kennedy speaks up, stopping the bartender from his departure.

Kennedy: Ningunos para mí, gracias.

The bartender takes his leave to retrieve the toxic known as tequila. Meanwhile, Michaela turns to Kennedy with a look of annoyance on her face.

Michaela: Kennedy, this is supposed to be a celebration.

Kennedy: *dryly* Oh yes, just what I need to accompany my death at the hands of Swytch: a hangover.

Michaela: You gotta stop sounding so optimistic there, Kennedy.

Kennedy slides onto one of the stools, placing her arms on the counter before lifting them and eyeing the counter with disgust. She sighs and returns her attention to Michaela.

Kennedy: Then I'm guessing I shouldn't put the deposit down on the plot yet?

Michaela: You're the one who asked for the match.

Kennedy: I know. I just never asked for it to be a title match.

Michaela: You don't want the Ultimate Endurance Championship?

Kennedy: Oh, I didn't say that. Some gold wouldn't be a bad thing. Just the odds of me forcing Swytch into submission or knocking him out… not so great.

Michaela: Point. But still. You've faced off with Maclay, Fozzy, Tier, Jim… why are you so worked up over Swytch?

The answer doesn't come as Está lloviendo A Hombres fills the air, raising disinterest from everyone. If I wrote that correctly, and you can read Spanish, you'd know that we're listening to the Spanish version of It's Raining Men by the Pointer Sisters. Mark begins his dance that lets us know he loves this song, as the bar patrons discussion his orientation amongst one another. Kennedy just rolls her eyes and returns her attention to Michaela, not missing a beat.

Kennedy: None of them were as unstable as Swytch. Okay, Tier. But I was just as worked up over having to get in the ring with him.

The bartender finally returns with the three tequilas. Michaela takes hers and downs it in one drink. She winces as she sets the glass back down.

Michaela: Is this all because of that visit Swytch paid you?

Kennedy: Visit? I hardly call stalking a visit.

Michaela looks around for Katie and/or Mark. Finding neither, she grabs another shot of tequila, downing it.

Michaela: So what are you worried about?

Yeah, Kennedy's as confused as we are about that. Michaela snatches up the third shot, downing that as well.

Kennedy: Yeah, okay. I don't know what I was worried about. Thanks for that. I'm gonna go.

Michaela seems oblivious though. Does alcohol hit you that hard? Like I'd know. Anyways, she seems to wander off in search of something while Kennedy's left seated alone the bar. Kennedy calls after her with a sarcasm-ridden voice

Kennedy: Oh yeah, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Thanks.

Kennedy rolls her eyes and drops off the stool.

Kennedy: I need friends.

Kennedy mopes out of the bar, leaving us with Mark's disturbing thrusts to the beat of Está lloviendo A Hombres. Thankfully, we fade.
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