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| Wigumoto | Aug 8 2007, 10:11 PM Post #1 |
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We’re back in Lesbiana’s locker room, and from the looks of it we missed all the good bits. The queen of Horrocore herself and Ms Fantastica’s personal sex bunny, Ghost is laid out on the leather couch. Her white hair looks a little ruffled, the strap from her black top hangs down around her upper arm and a lit cigarette stands to attention in her black painted lips. Whatever we missed was certainly not PG-13. She takes a drag on the ciggy and fishes it out of her mouth, replacing it with a plume of gray smoke and a satisfied smile. Ghost: Well, that got rid of the jetlag. She glances down as her masked lover crawls up her body and lays her head on her humble chest. The mask itself rests casually on Lesbiana’s head, it’s laces hanging haphazardly about and her blond hair no longer controlled by the cruel dictatorship of a scrunchy. Lesbiana: You still haven’t told my why you came. Ghost: ‘Cos you did that thing I like. Lesbiana: Not why you came, dumbass, why you came. As in why you came here. Ghost: Oh. I thought we covered that. Lesbiana: Nope. There was on the phone, then “OMG” shock, then there was sex, then we had a sammich, then there was more sex and now there’s talking. So before we break into more sex or sammiches I think maybe you should do the es’plaining thing now. Ghost takes another a drag of her ciggy while bringing her free hand up to her lover’s head. She runs her fingers through her untamed blond locks and seems to bring a modicum of comfort to the crazy Mexitralian. Ghost: I’m here, because you deserve better. You should have won that title, babe -- Lesbiana: Don’t start. Ghost: I will. You deserve better then being stuck in Jaime’s shadow, toddling along behind her, playing the wacky comic relief while she goes off and gets the gold. Lesbiana: Belt’s silver. Ghost: You know what I mean. That belt should be yours. She leans over and stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table as Lesbiana sighs the sigh of someone who’s had this lecture too many times before. Lesbiana: It will be. Jaime’s my friend and I’m happy for her. I’m happy that she’s the first ever Hellcat champion and I hope her reign is long and fruitful, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna be the one who ends it. Right now, we’ve got our tag team match to focus on. Who knows, if we kick arse in this match we could get a shot at the Tag Team Titles. Then me an’ Jay would both have gold, how cool would that be!? Ghost: Why did you come here? Lesbiana: Huh? Ms Fantastic scrunches up her face as she tilts her head up to look her girlfriend in the eye. Ghost: What brought you to FIW? Lesbiana: Well, I guess…the Hellcat title. Ghost: But you don’t have that. Jaime won it. So now you’re gonna settle for the tag belts? Half a title. That why you came here? For half a title. Not to take part in the first all woman’s division in FIW? Not to hold the first woman’s title in FIW? Ghost’s words sink deep into Lesbiana’s mind as she stares into her lover’s cold, gray eyes. Ghost: You came here to be a part of something special. Important. But that’s ok, I guess being one half of the tag team champions will be enough, right? That’s still special…right? Her words sting with a truth that Lesbiana really doesn’t wanna be hearing. She huffs and places her palms on the couch, either side of her pinned down love and pushes herself up. Lesbiana: I’m gonna go make a sammich. She exits the scene and leaves Ghost lying on the couch, watching her girl walk off with a wicked smile creeping across her face. Fade. |
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