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| Lesbiana does the interview thing; [Lesbiana Fantastica] | |
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| Wigumoto | Jul 11 2007, 08:56 AM Post #1 |
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Ah the Wells Fargo Arena, what a sight to behold. It was of course built in 1922 by Orson Wells as a place to stage his dazzling invasion epic, War of the Worlds, but ironically it was invaded by Aliens in 1923 who sued Orson for misrepresentation. They stated that they “would never invade Earth” and “if they wanted poorly made electronics and crappy t-shirts with inane wit printed on the front they would invade Rigel VII”, then they laughed. Alien humour I guess, I don’t get it either. But anyway, it was later rebuilt into a sports arena, funded largely by the revenues generated by the 1996 Coen Brothers film, “Fargo”. Hence the name. We all cool with that? Good. Moving on. We join our heroine, that’s La Lesbiana Fantastica if you hadn’t figured it out already, as she exits the women’s locker room. She seems a little disgruntled as she hovers in the hallway. Not literally hovers obviously, for that she’d require some sort of jet pack. OH MAN! How cool would that be!? *ahem* So yeah, she don’t look happy. She glances back and forth up the corridor as if searching for something, or someone, and hey! She finds someone. Her face lightens as she lays her eyes on an old friend. Lesbiana: Hey Janey! And the baton for most pissed off looking person in this scene is passed to Janine Morrigan as she shuffles into view. Janine: I’ve asked you not to call me that. Lesbiana: Have you seen Jaime? She asks as tough she hadn’t even heard Janine’s grumblings, which is probably why she hasn’t heeded them. It elicits a sigh of frustration from the always happy interviewer who shakes her head in the negatory. Janine: No I haven’t seen your little playmate. I’m pretty sure if I had come across her and had spent any time talking to her my shirt would probably be covered with most of her blood. Lesbiana: You seem grumpy. You should smoke more. Sound advice delivered on international television by a role model to millions of children world wide. Janine: Yes. Yes I should. Why…and I already regret asking this question…but why are you looking for little Miss Pep-Rally anyway? Lesbiana: I wanted to help her try on panties again. No hint of a joke or sarcasm tints her voice as she once again looks up and down the corridors for her BFF. Janine is a little taken back to say the least. Janine: …I knew I’d regret asking. Lesbiana: We have an important match this week. I’m not entirely sure who it’s against…or what’s at stake…or what time I’m supposed to show up, but it’s important. Janine: But…it’s not a bra and panties match. That was two weeks ago now. Why do you wanna watch her trying on panties and…ya know what? Screw it, don’t need to know. Janine silently applied a heavy duty amount of mind bleach before trying to move the conversation on to a more serious topic. Namely, the upcoming six person tag. Janine: Perhaps instead of raiding someone’s panty drawer you should, ya know, go prepare for this six person tag. I mean, I know you and Jaime have beaten Zesboca before in tag action, but Kailey took you out of the battle royal and you’ve never even met Graver. Lesbiana: Pah! Pah I say. And pishaw! Pishaw? What is that? Lesbiana: Me and Jay Jay got nothing to worry about. Zesboca’s a total non factor. She’s tried to climb the rungs of the Hellcat division and me and Jay have bitch slapped her back down, so now she’s all angry-white kid and wants to play at being a bad girl. It’s kinda sad. But I’ve hung with girls darker then she’ll ever be, so I’m far from phased. Janine nods. Having worked with Lesbiana’s girlfriend in the past she can totally understand the sentiment. Lesbiana: As for Kailey. She got lucky. And sneaky. I mean, was that even legal? Yanking my ass off the apron like that? And what happened to her anyway? She used to be cool, I used to look up to her. Back in the day she never would have pulled that kinda crap. And she wore chaps! God they were sexy. And that ass. Sweet valley high that ass. She trails off, lost in a world of fine asses and sexy chaps and fins asses in chaps. Janine subtly clears her throat and brings Lesbiana back to the real world. Lesbiana: Hmm? Oh, right. The point is she can’t beat me this week by sneaking up behind me and yanking me off the apron. She’s gonna have to work a lot harder then that. Janine: And what about Graver? Lesbiana: Graver’s sick, and twisted, and, ya know, evil and stuff. So we should get on just fine. I’ve been in feds filled with wall to wall Graver’s. Crazy mother fuckers who wouldn’t hesitate to carve their initials in your forehead. Whatever he brings doesn’t scare me. Now if you excuse me, I have to find Jaime. Janine: What about the little Ninja guy? Lesbiana looks a might perplexed at why she would go off to find the “little Ninja guy”. Lesbiana: Why would I wanna help him try on panties? That’s just sick. You’re sick Janine. Go. Get help. Lesbiana makes her exit, shaking her head at Janine’s perverted suggestion. Janine just sighs, sometimes it’s just not worth it. Janine: I need a smoke. Fade. |
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