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Mail Call; [Jaime Lee]
Topic Started: Dec 11 2007, 06:52 PM (73 Views)
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The pictures fades in on the image of a pink razor phone. You should know who it belongs to by now. We’ve seen Jaime staring at it enough time now as she awaits for Extreme Ninja #2 to return her call. Unfortunately, it’s yet to happen yet. What could Ninja being doing that involves avoiding Jaime? Is he finally pulling a La Lesbiana Fantastica on her? Is the Extremely Sexy era already over? Please hold all questions until the end. Thank you.

The camera pulls out to reveal the phone sitting on the coffee table of Jaime’s personal locker room. Wow, the Japanese really know how to treat their champion guests. Even if said champion is without their title at the moment. Irregardless as Jaime still has her private locker room. The woman in question is sitting on the couch, rummaging through a bag of letter and small packages. It would seem she had her mail forwarded here. That’s convenient and likely costs a pretty penny. But I suppose a champion can afford such things.

Jaime: *gasp!* A Christmas cards!

Jaime sits up with the two letters in her hands. Excitedly she rips into the envelopes and reads over the first card with a smile on her face.

Jaime: (reading) Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Lots of love, Jesse Martin.

She beams with happiness at her childhood friend getting back in contact with her after so long. Even if it’s just a Christmas card.

Jaime: Aww, that is so sweet!

She overlooks the card for a moment long before setting it aside and tearing into the next card. She looks over the cover before opening it and silently reading the inside… which produces a confused look on her face. FIW’s Sweetheart frowns at the card she’s looking at, her eyes almost struggling to read what it says… assuming it says anything at all?

Jaime: (eventually reading) May your holidays be filled with love. Your BFF, La… La Lesbiana Fantastica!

Hmm, no Roxie card as yet. Jaime’s eyes start to well up ever-so-slightly with the start of tears at her former(?) BFF sending her a Christmas card. And it’s labeled “Your BFF”! Jaime closes the card and holds it close to her chest as a smile forms on her lips.

Jaime: Oh! That girl!

Jaime continues to smile like a happy idiot before finally setting the card off to the side with Jesse’s. All seems right in her world when she reaches into the bag and pulls out two more cards… and then a knock on the door interrupts her. Without waiting for a response, the door swings open to make way for referee J.J.

J.J.: Hey Jay! Ready to hit the road? Don’t want all the grannies to get the sales.

Jaime giggles at the image of old Asian ladies out in the stores buying up all the sales. Think about it, it’s funny! But either way, J.J. puts Jaime’s Christmas cards on the back-burner. She does, after all, still have some Christmas shopping to do. And now, there’s two more people she wants to buy for. She drops the two unopened cards on the coffee table and snatches up her cell phone as she heads out with J.J. The camera stays behind to close in on the two letters laying on the table, both written in the same hand-writing with the same return address on them. I wonder who those could be from…
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Roxie pushes her way through the front doors and instantly starts skipping down the corridor with a huge grin on her face. To everyone she passes, she gives some a wave while others she sends a wink. Is it a coincidence that the two separate ways of saying hello are given to the two different gender groups? Either way that's how she seems at the moment.

One of the people she passes by is Rebecca who gets a wink. Of course Roxie doesn't stay too long to say anything or listen to anything as she doesn't even stop at all. Rebecca though seems to have hoped she would as her arm, that was pointing toward her now only seems to direct her a path before she finally gives up and lowers it. People seem a little surprised that Roxie would seem so gleeful even around Rebecca given what's happened between the two of them recently. Nevertheless, Rebecca walks in the opposite direction from the skipping Roxie.

The next individual on her happy trail is Janine who also gets a wink. Unlike Rebecca, Janine isn't ready to talk to her just yet. She just glares at her as she skips on by seemingly without a care in the world. Janine too continues on in her now heightened foul mood. It's quite clear that Janine still has a hate on for her.

Roxie continues skipping when she notices a closed door just ahead. This door has a little make shift logo on it. The closer she begins the more legible this logo becomes. Soon, she can fully understand it. It's a little image of letters spelling out Jaime's name in full. Well, at least with the first and last that is. Roxie stops and readies herself as she takes a deep breath. Standing up straight and firm, Roxie raises her arm and clenches her fist a little letting her fingers slide against each other in anticipation for a moment. Suddenly, she knocks three times.

Roxie takes a step back, she doesn't want to be right in her face, but she also wants to be the centre focus for when Jaime does open the door.

Roxie waits for a few moments holding back the urge to giggle.

Again she knocks on the door. This time a little louder than before.

Perhaps she's so devastated about the blank cards that she isn't even opening the door. Roxie only smiles more when she thinks about that. Her plan of action is to go in there and just start laughing. Right in her face laughing. She had spent most of the plane ride over debating whether or not to point in her face as well. If she did, Jaime might try to rip it off. But if she didn't, well, it just wouldn't seem as insulting. That and to her, Jaime was stupid. If she didn't point to her she might not know what she was laughing about.

Roxie knocks again.

Roxie would try to stand in front of her for as much as possible. If Jaime was seated, she'd lean in close to her face. If she was standing, she's just laugh at her face to face. Eventually Jaime would get so upset that she would have to sit down. Either that or run off and hide. If she did that, Roxie would walk to the door and continue laughing. She'd even take the cards, if they weren't ripped or damaged, and slide them under the door just so Jaime would have to get another glimpse of them. Maybe she'd scream in agony when she saw them?

Roxie covers her smile at that thought while knocking once again.

Where was she? Why wasn't she answering the door? Maybe she was devastated. Too devastated to even pick herself up. That's really quite pathetic, Roxe thinks to herself as she reaches down for the knob. If Jaime wasn't going to let her in, the she'd just let herself in.

She twist the knob ever so gently, she knows that she wants to get right in there, but she'd also love to catch Jaime off guard. Perhaps spend a couple seconds soaking in the image of a defeated Jaime. Her need to laugh however takes full charge as she swings the door open.

The door swung open, Roxie points toward whatever and begins to laugh out loud. Her eyes are closed at first so she doesn't see it. Though when she finally manages to open them she notices that there's no one in there.

Roxie lowers her arm and slowly steps inside. Taking a few moments to look around Roxie doesn't seem too impressed with Jaime's locker room. Instead she seems disgusted by the mere fact that she would get her own. But that didn't matter because Roxie notices another closed door.

Another smile creeps across her face as she tip toes over toward it.

She must be in there. She's hiding from the cards. The cards! Roxie would need them to slide underneath the door. Roxie turns toward the coffee table to pick them up.

When she reaches her hand out though, she stops. Two unopened envelopes rest on the table, both of them sealed.

Roxie now leans over the table to get a look at them but looking at them from this angle was impossible. Therefore she sins one around. It's her card, so is the other. Neither one of them is open.

Roxie is ready to go for another warpath but notices something else. On the couch there were already some torn open envelopes with placed over top of them.

Roxie pushes herself away from the table and moves in toward them to get a closer look. One from someone she didn't know and another from someone she just now remembers. Thinking about her though reminds her of the fact that these two seemed to not be on the greatest of speaking terms.

Roxies heart sinks when she realizes that while Jaime had time to read letters from former friends she couldn't be bothered to open cards from people she knows presently.

Roxie looks toward her own cards then over toward the closed door where Jaime could be. At least to her. Silently, she reaches out toward the cards and slides them toward her.

With the loss of her skip, Roxie carries the two unopened cards with her out of the room.
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Fade in... and we find quite the pathetic site! Sitting against the wall with a slouched posture rests the Great White Hype... who, form the looks of things, probably has a Great White tummy-ache from all of the empty eggnog cartons strewn about his space. Plugged into his MP3 player, Adam hurls himself into a yuletide kareoke for us all to enjoy... or not...

Hype: Bells will be ringing... the glad, glad news! Oh, what a Christmas... to have the blues.

Adam's got the blues?! Who could be down this time of year?! Swaying his head from side to side, Adam emerses himself in the bluesy attitude of Bon Jovi's Christmas diddy before he picks away at his invisable guitar and wales out a solo complete with hype-made guitar noises. Coming onto scene, the good ol' boy himself, Jeff Noon discovers Adam and surveys the scene. Shrugging, Noon takes a seat next to the Hype against the wall and tires to listen in on his MP3 player.

Opening his eyes finally, Adam jolts with a start upon finding Noon suddenly by his side. Adam pops an ear phone from his head and gives Noon a once over.


Hype: How long have you been sitti-ah... whatever. Eggnog?

Adam swooshes a mug up under Noons nose which is politely declined.

Hype: You sure? I've been lacing it with a little holiday cheer...

With the other hand, Adam produces a rum bottle... and empty rum bottle! He gives it a shake and looks saddened that his Holiday cheer's run dry.

Hype: So much for the cheer...

Adam pitches the bottle.

Hype: C'mon, Noon... what say you and I make with the merry?! I'm buying!

At his first attempt, Adam isn't able to stand up-right, but with a little help from the wall behind him, he's able to slide to his feet. Staggering a bit, Adam adjusts his clothes... or makes them all the more messy, and is about to lead the way when...

Noon: What say we just hag out here for a little bit longer, huh? Besides... I'd like to ask you a few question.

Shrugging with compliance, Adam drops right back to his butt.

Hype: Here or there... whatever. Misery loves company.

Noon cocks a brow.

Noon: Yea, about that. What's with the misery talk? I mean... it's Christmas! Deck the halls and stockings and presents and good will toward men and all that.

Hype: Bah humbug!

Noon: Oh c'mon... it's probably the most wonderful time of the year and here you are like an old Scrooge. What gives?

Adam slowly cranes his head Noons way with a sour expression on his face.

Hype: Are you serious, Noon? You know... you're probably the dumbest smart kid I know! Let's see... my first pay-per-view shpwing was an absolute disaster. I've yet to pick up a match. I've got a booker on my ass screaming for pints of my blood... not to mention the fact that FIW as a whole thinks I'm just some lame wrestling joke! And on top of it all... at the very top, the root of all evil in a mans life... a woman.

Noon cocks his brow again... but this one comes with a curious grin.

Noon: Woman troubles, huh?

Adam shakes his head.

Hype: Let's just say I came with itentions and those intenstions have been dashed. Who knew a woman... a woman could get under my skin like this? Almost enough to make me sick. If I could, I'd kick my own ass for moping around like this... but what else can I do? My life, Jeff, is like your average Christmas fruitcake. Handled by lies and tossed with absolutely zero consideration. Nothing like Christmas to really remind me that I'm a miserable son of a bitch. And no one likes a whiner... so I guess it's just as well that I'm also a lonly son of a bitch too.

Adams head drops as he wallows in self-pitty. Noon looks awkward until he rests a hand on the Hypes shoulder.

Noon: No one's ever completely alone... so how about making with that merry?

Adam and Noon rise together and start off toward somewhere until the Hype stops dead and just looks miserable.

Hype: No thanks, kid. Suddenly I'm not in the mood.

With that, Adam shoves his hands into his pockets and shuffles away. Noon can only shake his head. What a sad sight indeed. Sad right up until Adam collides with a couple of would-be Christmas travelers! Bumping his hanging head with *ahem* her chest, Adam throws a look straight up and into the deep brown eyes of the championshipless champion... Jaime Lee! Yup... sad right up until things take a turn for awkward!
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As Adam stares into the deep brown eyes of Miss Jaime Lee, the championless champion stares right back into HIS deep brown eyes. Her Christmas cheer seems to mimick the Hype's in every way at this precise moment. But what is that has her spirits down for the holidays? She's reconciled with two of her old friends and now she's going out shopping with a current friend. Is it the fact she's yet to hear back from her current BFF and tag team partner for this week? Or does she know what those cards were that she left unopened? Or maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with the man she's standing mere inches from, staring into his troubled gaze.

J.J.: Watch where you're going, jackass.

J.J.'s rude response to the collision doesn't even shake Jaime's near trance-like state as she stares up into the eyes of the Great White Hype. What does, however, is J.J. taking her by the arm and helping to lead her away from the scene.

J.J.: Damn alcoholics. Grow up.

J.J. mutters his distaste for the Hype as he leads his friend away from the "hurtful" individual. Jaime allows herself to be taken away from the Hype, but not before she glances over her shoulder and sets her eyes on him one more time. So much for holiday cheer, because that's certainly not what would described Jaime's pained expression.
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As Jaime is towed away, Adam, the not so Great looking WHite Hype, agains shoves his hands deep into his pockets and shuffles further down the hall. Aling his travels he hears the familiar sounds of cheery laughter and merriment. It makes him cringe. Swooping around a corner, our modern day Grinch looks for solitude by instead finds all the more reason to look miserable. There, staring him back in the face is a giant star baring the namesake of our recent thread contributer... no, not Lita Miavia! Jeez! The star reads, Jaime Lee.

Staring at the star with a readable pain in his eyes, Adam finally draws his hand from within his pocket and produces a small box... a small and wrapped box! Adam glances down at the gift, I'm assuming, and then back at the door. With a sigh, he kneels before the door and places the gift just so at the bass of Jaimes own locker room door. He then stands, sighs once more and silently speaks.

Hype: Merry Christmas...

And then he shuffles off again. Upon further inspection, it appears the gift has no tag, therefore no indication from whome it had come from. Looks to me like this story's just getting on the go, folks!
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As Adam Wilson makes his retreat from the locker room door and the present that rests at the base, we hear the sound of heels hitting the linoleum floor as they bring someone closer to the scene. FIW's Sweetheart returns with a more cheery expression upon her face.

Jaime: Go ahead! I'll catch up!

She yells back after J.J. who isnt anywhere on screen before she rounds the corner... and instantly loses some of that holiday cheer. Ah-ha! So it was fabricated cheer. She breathes a heavy sigh before taking the last few steps to her locker room door. Stopping short of the door, she glances down to see the wrapped box sitting at the door.

Her brow scrunches up in confusion, prompting her to glance both directions where she finds no one occupying the hallway except herself. Finally she bends down and picks up the gift. Upon examination she finds no tag to let her know who it's from, or whether it's for her at all.

With another deep breath, she carefully unwraps the gift to find a jewelry box underneath the bright red paper. More confusion ensues as the hellcat wonders exactly what this box (most known for housing jewelry) could be holding and who would send her such an extravagant gift. With more than a little hesitation she creaks the box open and stares in surprise at what rests within.

We get our first glimpse at the prize as Jaime reaches her hand into the box and produces a small metal band larger than a ring but smaller than a bracelet. As she spins it around in her fingers, we notice that it's a small replica of the FIW Hellcat Division Championship. That is currently not in the possesion of it's champion.

The championless champion is left wondering just who would send such a gift and what the intent could be? Is this taunting? Is it condescending? Or is it compassionate? All questions still left unanswered as we fade out.
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