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| Nightmare finds Rebecca.; Or Rebecca finds Nightmare.. | |
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| Willie | Apr 8 2005, 02:58 PM Post #1 |
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Inside the Millennium Dome, Slam! cameras find the World Title challenger Nightmare walking down a nearby hallway, after checking up on T-Bird and Camille. He walks a few more feet then hears a pair of heels clicking behind him, but without turning around he apparently seems to know who is wearing this particular pair of heels. Rebecca Hunter is trying to catch up to Nightmare, dressed as usual in a pair of thigh-high boots, a very short denim skirt, and a black top. "Rebecca, please. I'm kinda worried about my wife right now and I don't wanna deal with you." Nightmare says, still not turning around, and Rebecca gets an evil smile on her face. She walks around in front of him, and all of a sudden plunks him against the wall, Nightmare holding his arms up in alarm. "I know what you really want, Nightmare. I see the way you look at me." She says sexily, and Nightmare looks awfully confused. The fact that 'Becca just plopped him down on a steel chair and straddled him doesn't help things. "What? Like a walking disease? I know what you do with those other wrestlers, Rebecca. Besides, I'm MA-RRI-ED. So if you could please untangle yourself from my legs, that'd be great." Nightmare says, still holding his arms up and leaning back slightly, which only provokes Rebecca to run a finger down his chiseled chest. "Wow, do you work out?" Rebecca says as if she wasn't listening, and Nightmare looks up at the camera with a help-me look, then looks back down at Rebecca. "Uh, no shit, Rebecca. GET. OFF." Nightmare says, standing up suddenly and sending Rebecca tumbling to the floor. He stands over her and points down at Rebecca with his right hand. "I know exactly what you're trying to do. I'd wager a bet Orion sent you to try to cause some dissention in my camp as far as my wife and I go, but he failed. If this is the best he can do to try to throw me off my game plan--by that i mean attacking my manager and my wife, and sending some dollar-fifty call-girl to try to seduce me--then he must be getting desperate. You go find Orion, and tell him Nightmare sent you. Tell him that Nightmare is getting impatient." Rebecca nods frantically, scared now, and scrambles off, sped up by a kick in the arse from His Merciless. He watches her leave, shaking his head all the while, and turns to walk away. "Damn, now I gotta shower again.." He says, walking slowly back to his locker room, and we slowly fade out. |
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