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Topic Started: Aug 14 2007, 06:54 PM (32 Views)
Wigumoto
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The University of Oregon Arena. Situated on the pacific north west, in a town surrounded by mountains and rivers and rolling countryside. A town so beautiful, so awe inspiring that there could be only one name elegant enough to describe it; Eugene.

Moving on. Last week marked another victory for the sexy awesome twosome known separately as Jaime Lee and La Lesbiana Fantastica, in rather…confusing style. No tag, a possibly illegal pin and a pissed off looking lesbian all culminated in this bizarre win for our favourite eye candy. Now of course I understand exactly what went on, and I could go into a long, drawn out explanation of exactly what happened to clear up the doubt in your minds, but I think we’re all strong enough here to just forget it and move on.

But I could tell you. If I wanted to. ‘Cos I totally understood what happened. *shifty eyes*

Aaaaaanyway, let’s join everyone’s favourite lesbian luchadora as she works out in the arena gym. Decked out in sweats and a mask with her hands wrapped in tape, Lesbiana throws a few clenched fists at a dangling boxing bag, held in place by the pale beauty that is her lover, and apparently trainer, Ghost. After a few more punches Lesbiana pulls back and takes a breather. She snatches up a bottle of water and takes a swig, eyeing Ghost as she does so with a curious glance. As she wipes the excess from her lips she speaks.

Lesbiana: Alright, out with it.

Ghost glances up, perplexed.

Ghost: Out with what, hun?

Lesbiana: You’ve been pissy all week. I know why, you know why, this fat guy on the exercise bike knows why…

She points her bottle at a chubby guy on a bike, who looks around with a confused, and frankly offended expression. He goes ignored though.

Lesbiana: So why don’t you just come out with it?

Ghost: I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.

Ghost replies with a demurely arrogant tone which leads her lover to shoot her a knowing glance.

Ghost: I suppose it might have something to do with giving up the pin to your little friend.

The sweaty Aussican wipes her forearm across her brow and chuckles at the comment in a frustrated manner.

Lesbiana: We still won. We’re one team, what does it matter who got the pin?

Ghost: No of course, you’re right. It doesn’t matter that she picked up the victory. It doesn’t matter that her name gets called out first, or that she gets to pick your entrance music, or that she has the title that should have been yours.

Lesbiana: Again with this?

Ghost: Yes again. Fuck sake, it’s the “Hellcat” championship. It was fucking made for the likes of us. Those who have walked through the fire and the barbs and the thumbtacks and the ladders and tables and chairs. Those of use whose shed so much blood into the canvas over the years we’re practically related to it. It was never meant for some preppy little upstart --

Lesbiana: Hey!

Ghost’s momentum is halted and her eyes drawn to that of her girlfriend’s. Lesbiana glares through her mask, her tone deliberate and entirely serious.

Lesbiana: That’s my friend you’re talking about.

A smirk threatens Ghost’s lips but she keeps it concealed, instead choosing a more sincere reply. Her gray eyes soften as she moves around the bag and closes in on her lover.

Ghost: Of course, I’m sorry. I just want what’s best for you. What you deserve.

Lesbiana: You think I don’t? I wanna make it in this business as much as you want me to. And I’m going to. But I’m not gonna do it by alienating my best friend. No prize is worth that.

Ghost: Of course, I’m sorry.

Her painted black lips find Fantastica’s ruby reds and touch on them for only a second before the two embrace. As she holds her blondy bear tight Ghost’s expression hardens and her eyes fill with intent, but of course this all goes unnoticed by Lesbiana who smiles happily at the reconciliation between them. As they part, both feel a pair of eyes watching them intently and turn to see the fat man on the exercise bike staring at them with a huge smile on his face.

Ghost: Show’s over fatty.

He turns away dejected as Ghost moves back around behind the bag re-takes her position, allowing Lesbiana to continue with her training.

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