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| Wow, Sam sure likes to eat out! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 4 2005, 09:13 AM (61 Views) | |
| Tiff | Feb 4 2005, 09:13 AM Post #1 |
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The cameraman comes up on Sam in yet another fancy restaurant but this time she is across from someone other than Bill. But no worries it’s just Kevin, been a while since we’ve seen him though. They appear to be chatting and having a good time. Sam stops laughing and takes a drink of her…drink. Sam: I’ve miss hanging out with you Kevin. Kevin: Yeah, where is Bill anyhow? Sam: Training again. He’s got a real tough opponent this week and he says that he’s let himself go a bit. Kevin nods and grabs another cheese stick from the plate in front of them. Kevin: You worried he’s going lose? Sam: No, I think he’s better that this Lobo guy but it’s still going to be a tough match. Kevin: Not like yours eh? Sam laughs and takes a cheese stick as well, dipping it in what we assume is marinara sauce, which in most cases is just spaghetti sauce anyhow. Sam: I’ve not heard or seen anything from Torrie, I think she’s scared shitless or something. Elrick is doing a lot of door slamming and yelling but not much else. It’s just like the week before, oh and the week before that…and even the week before that. Kevin: Don’t they have anyone else for you to wrestle? Sam shakes her head in the negative fashion but says nothing since her mouth is full of cheesy goodness. Kevin: So you’re the best in your division? Sam swallows and takes a drink before responding. Sam: Yeah, until they bring someone over from Rising I’m the best of the worst. Kevin does the confused face head tilty thing. Kevin: Best of the worst? Sam: Yeah, I’m in the lowest division but I’m the best there. Moving me up right now isn’t going to happen so I’m just going to stay where I’m at kicking the same old ass every week. Kevin starts to chuckle and this prompts a similar confused face from Sam, she starts to ask him why he’s laughing but he quiets her by waving his hand. Kevin: I just got this image of you standing on a table, the belt at your shoulder beating off would be opponents with a pointy stick. Sam smiles and shakes her head, then laughs a bit getting this mental image as well. Sam: A pointy stick would be a lot of fun, I could poke Torrie in the boobs and find out if those things are real or not. Kevin: I’ll bet you they're fake. Sam nods. A waiter appears with a tray at his shoulder and deposits food in front of both Sam and Kevin. After he leaves they switch plates and steal a few things from each other. Sam: Damn incompetent waiter, how could it really be? Kevin: Harder than you would think, Sammy. Sam makes a thinky face and then suddenly remembers that Kevin was a waiter for a little while back in Elk City. Sam: Oh I forgot that you used to wait tables. Kevin: Yeah, and when you’re busy simple mistakes are easy to make, like switching the food around like he did. Sam: That’s why I worked at a pizza place, all I had to worry about was on pizza at a time. Kevin: How many times did you make a pepperoni instead of a ham? Sam gives Kevin a playful glare. Sam: Shush you. Kevin: Or put onions on instead of green peppers? Sam: They were right next to each other and they feel the same! Kevin: Feel the same? Sam: Well if you grab some olives when you reach for onions you’re going to know the difference. Green peppers and onions feel almost exactly the same so it’s hard to tell. Kevin: Most people look. Sam: How many times did you spill drinks on yourself when you were working? Kevin thinks about this for a few seconds before he responds. Kevin: Alright, we can stop now before you bring up the time I mistook that long haired man for a woman. There is silence for a little while so that they can both eat. When they get about done, only a few bites to go conversation picks back up. Sam: Allen called me the other night. Kevin: Oh? What did he want? Sam: Talk about Daddy and ask me why I’m still seeing Bill. Kevin: What did you tell him? Sam: That I wasn’t about to stop seeing someone I really like just because Daddy doesn’t like what color he is. Kevin: Oohh, your Dad isn’t going to like that. Sam shrugs and sucks the last bit of drink out of her cup. Sam: I don’t care what he thinks. Kevin: Yes you do. You cared when he didn’t like Mr.College boy, what has changed? Sam: This is different. When I was in college Daddy didn’t like him because he was a boy and I’m his little girl. He was all upset because he finally realized that I was all grown up and could do what I wanted and date who ever I wanted. Sam sucks on her straw again hoping for some drink but finds nothing, she just sets the glass down and looks a little sad that it didn’t refill it self. Sam: Now Daddy has a problem because Bill’s not the right color. In fact Bill doesn’t even have the right color in him. Daddy wants me with a white boy, end of story. Kevin: What did Allen have to say about all this? Sam: He really wouldn’t give me his opinion. That sorta worries me…but there’s nothing I can or plan to do about it. Kevin makes the ‘I ate too much’ sigh and leans back in his chair. Kevin: So, there’s something I’ve been wondering about Bill, Sammy? Sam: What’s that? Kevin: Do you guys really just sleep together or are you having the sex? Sam blushes a little. Sam: We don’t just sleep, but we’ve not had sex yet. We do the things that are done in between that time. Kevin nods, feeling at least somewhat satisfied with his answer. Kevin: So you’ve seen it? Sam: Uh yeah, I saw it before we were dating. Kevin: How…uh… Sam: No. Kevin: No? Sam: That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out. Kevin: Aww! Come on! I’m just curious. Sam: I don’t care, I’m not telling you that. Kevin: Bigger or smaller than the college guy? Sam shakes her head and leans back in her chair crossing her arms over her chest. Kevin: Fine, fine. Don’t tell me. Sam: I had no plans to tell you. Mr. Incompetent Waiter comes back and clears their plates and brings Sam a new drink. She downs about half of it right away. Kevin: So, pay-per view against people you’ve wrestled far too many times before, upset Father because of your new boyfriend’s color, calls from Allen but no opinion on what he thinks of your boyfriends color, no sex….lots of training…. Sam nods. Sam: Sounds about right. Fade. |
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