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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 10 2007, 07:33 PM (45 Views) | |
| Lita Maivia | Dec 10 2007, 07:33 PM Post #1 |
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The M-Wave in Nagano, Japan. There, see how easy the stage was set? Jaime Lee is pacing back and forth in the corridor, staring down at her cell phone. She flips it open and types a few keys in before sending the text message and then returning to the pace once more. ???: Boyfriend giving you the blow off? Jaime glances over her shoulder to see the smug grin of Rebecca Hunter. The redhead bombshell bitch saunters over to the hellcat with the grin intact the entire time. If anything, it grows wider the closer she gets to the antsy hellcat. Jaime doesn't give her the time of day though. Nope, just a disgusted glare because glancing down at her cell phone again. Rebecca: Let me guess. You let him pay for everything, he listened to all your problems before telling you how special you are, you put out like a little whore and now he's no where to be found. How'd I do? FIW's Sweetheart sighs her aggravation. It seems she's going to have to talk to Rebecca just to get her to leave. Jaime: Actually, no. Why? Is that typical for one of your nights out, Rebecca? That'll take the smug look off her face in an instant. Replacing it with a bitchy gaze, Rebecca glares down at the spunky brunette. Rebecca: Then why are you so desperately trying to get a hold of him? And why is he so desperately ignoring you? Jaime: For your information, I'm not trying to get a hold of Rich. I'm trying to get a hold of my tag team partner this week. Rebecca blinks in surprise at Jaime's response. Is she surprised that she was wrong? Or that Ninja is actually not returning Jaime's calls? That's far more entertaining that anything she could've dreamed. Rebecca: So your BFF is avoiding you? No wonder you're such a pathetic mess. Jaime glances down at herself, wondering how Rebecca came to the conclusion that she's a "pathetic mess". Because of the pacing? Rebecca: I wonder if he'll bother showing up for your match this week. After all, what does he have to gain by facing Roxie and Daisuke? Nothing. And you're the one who put him in that position. Jaime: I did? Rebecca: You're the one who chose him as your tag partner this week. Or at least, that's what's being said. Jaime: Actually, I don't know what's being said. All I know is that I challenged Drake Love for MY championship back and next thing I know I'm thrown into a match against one half of the former tag team champions and this girl who thinks we're at war with one another. Rebecca: You're not at war with Roxie Galanoochie? Jaime: She's at war with me. Her little obsession with being "better" than me is hers alone. As I've said before, I've made my position very obvious when I earned my spot as the Hellcat Division Champion. And I'll do it against anyone who wants to question me. With or without anyone's help. Jaime adds the last line by glancing down at her phone and walking off. Hmm, is she saying that she'll fight Daisuke and Roxie alone if she has to? Does she really think Ninja's not going to show up? |
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| Triadred | Dec 10 2007, 10:09 PM Post #2 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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I'll tell you all this much... Ninja may be a no-show here in Japan, but I know of a soul who's certainly not going to let himself go unnoticed by Jaime! I'm a little curious as to why it's so important that she sees him... but hey, who am I to ask questions I damn well know wont be answered until none other than the Great White Hype himself is good and ready to answer them! Speaking of which.. there's the devil himself, peeking around a corner and watching our desperate hellcat poke away at her cell phone while nervously biting her lip and coming THIS WAY down the hall! Hype: Okay... here she comes. Now remember... I'm paying you for this so don't screw it all up! Adam darts back around the corner and all is still right up until he comes walking out as bold as he pleases. The Hype's in his typical backstage attire, but one accessory is far more fetching than anything else he's wearing. Linked to his arm is one hell of a hot Japanese escort! I mean, this woman is dressed to thrill! She looks like she walked right off the red-carpet and straight into the arena. How Adam could afford such a beauty with his *ahem* debts is thought provoking... but who can think with a hottie like this distracting us?! Hype: Ah ha ha... man, am I ever having a good time with you, Akemi! I mean, who knew Japan would be this much fun?! Akemi: I too am having a splended time, Adam-San, but I cannot give Japan all the credit for our good times. You are making the trip, how you say... very, very enjoyable! Akemi tickes Adam under the chin and follows up with a girlish giggle. The Hype just scrunches his face into a dopey grin, but all the while keeps a constant watch on Jaime Lee out of the corner of his eye. Blast! She's yet to notice! Hype: Ahem! So, Akemi... I'd just like to thank you again for that amazing Asian massage you gave me earlier! I mean, your hands are just... just amazing! I feel so stress free right now. Like NOTHING CAN PHASE ME! Nope... NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD! Okay... that was unreasonably loud. Hype: I wonder... is that the only Asian technique you have for relieveing stress? Adam smiles as bold as a Cheshire cat as he drops subtle hints well within earshot of the slowly approaching Jaime Lee who's still all eyes on her phone. Again, Akemi tickles Adam under the chin and smiles while rubbing her nose Eskimo kiss style against Adams... and before someone else asks me, no... Canadians are not all Eskimos! Akemi: Ooh, Adam-San... me relax you long time! How cliche. Adam giggles though despite the fact that he hates cliches... well, not all of them. But sill, he keeps an ever mindful eye on Jaime who still hasn't seen him having "so much fun" with Akemi, the woman with the "amazing" hands. Hype: Maybe later my little Asian-sensation. After all.. we are going to spend QUITE A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER while I'm here in Japan. Who knows... maybe we'll have so much fun that I'll just DECIDE TO STAY! Dude... what's with the yelling? As Adam finishes his odd shouting, Akemi drops her playful smile and looks confused. Akemi: But you only pay me fifty dollah for half a hour! With horror raising his hair and blowing his eyes open wide, Adam has little option left but to shut Akemi up with a HUGE kiss! We're talking tongue wrestling and Akemi melting into his arms kind of huge! Adam draws away from Akemi with a smile on his face. Meanwhile, Akemi looks as if she had been hit off the back of the head by a wooden plank or something. Her eyes look glazed while she stutters and sloppily grins. Hype: Wow, Akemi... that was SOME KISS! I think I could really get into this Japanese HOSPITALITY! Akemi can only studder something uninteligable while she wears that grin still. Adam now blatantly cranks his neck to stare straight at Jaime... who's turned about and is walking away! Did she see him? Obviously not, or else she'd be running down the hall in tears... or at least Adam would hope. No, Jaime is far too concumed by her cell phone to pay Adam any mind at all. Defeated... Adam reaches for his wallet and starts to dole out some funny looking Japanese money. Akemi: No-no, Adam-San... this was on the house! Obviously more than satisfied by that kiss, Akemi hands the Hupe his money back... lord knows he needs it, and staggers about still on her spaghetti legs. Adam, suddenly all grumpy, stuffs his money back into his wallet which gets stuffed back into his pocket. Paying Akemi no mind at all he simply walks away in a funk. Hype: Yea well... thanks I guess. Taking his leave of this scene and it's failed attempt at whatever agenda Adam was hoping to satisfy, Akemi stands alone and looks.. well, near orgasmic! Akemi: Call me! |
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