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| Lita Maivia | Apr 10 2008, 01:56 AM Post #1 |
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Our scene opens at the costume table, where the seamstresses are working feverishly to create the newest attires you’ll see your favorite FIW superstars wearing this Sunday on ReVolt. Or maybe they’re getting a head start on some flashy pay-per-views attires. Or maybe they’re just getting paid to look busy because a lot of FIWers just wear the same thing every week, don’t they? Either way, there’s a particular superstar at the table speaking with one of the seamstresses. This superstar is actually a hellcat and FIW’s Sweetheart. Jaime Lee, doing her best to produce a smile on that overly tired expression, is holding a black t-shirt in her head as she speaks with the seamstress. Let’s call her LeAnn. She seems to understand and agree with every suggestion Jaime is giving on this t-shirt and it’s inclusion in whatever attire she’s asking to be made for her. But this wouldn’t be a very interesting RP if it didn’t get interrupted. So that’s Rebecca Hunter’s job. Rebecca: Hi Jaime. That faux politeness in her voice just seems to grate down all the hellcats’ nerves. But for some reason, Jaime has other things to worry about and simply casts Rebecca a polite smile and continues her conversation with LeAnn. This does not sit well with Rebecca, who glares at Jaime and makes a show of clearing her throat. Rebecca: Goodbye LeAnn! The lowly seamstress grimaces at Rebecca’s attitude but does as she’s directed, taking a leave from the scene. Jaime sighs at now being forced into a conversation with Rebecca and leans back against the table, getting comfortable for this. Rebecca: So Jaime, you’re finally cleared to wrestle again. And in that same week, your… well, I don’t know what he is. Boytoy? Either way, Adam Wilson is out for… who knows how long? What is the status of him? Jaime: His neck is pretty messed up, Rebecca. We don’t know how long it’s going to be before the doctors clear him to wrestle again. Rebecca: That’s got to be awful for you. I mean, you finally settle on a guy and now you haven’t even got him to hop onto anymore. Welcome back sexual frustration, hmm? Unless, of course, you take advantage of one of your many admirers. Lord knows you’ve teased enough men along the way. Jaime sighs, looking down at the floor but opting out of comment on the entire situation. Rebecca: An Adam Wilson shirt? Is that the one you took off his back? You know, after you were on yours. Rebecca’s infamous grin covers her face at the implication but Jaime still chooses to not engage in this catty discussion with Rebecca. Regardless of whether she partakes or not, it doesn’t make it any less fun for Rebecca. Rebecca: But seriously, Jaime. You’ve got quite the return match ahead of you. You’re in a tag team match and… well, you’re not teaming with your usual tag team partner. Team Extremely Sexy is pretty estranged these days, wouldn’t you say? But don’t feel bad, you aren’t the only ones. It seems Prime isn’t so happy now that Kennedy’s found a new-- Jaime: Rebecca! Did you have something to talk to me about? As rude as an interrupt is, Jaime does her best to keep her cool around Rebecca and remain polite in the process. Mostly because this seems to grate on Rebecca’s nerves. Rebecca: The point is, that you’re facing two relative newcomers to FIW. And while they may be newcomers to FIW, they do have a lot in common with Xtreme Kitten. And I know you know all too well about Xtreme Kitten. After all, he did bash your face in with a chain and give you such a pretty battle scar. Rebecca reaches out, grazing her finger along Jaime’s chin as she turns the hellcat’s head in order to show off the fading bruise to all the fans watching. Jaime jerks her face away from Rebecca’s red-tipped fingers, flipping her hair back in front of her shoulder in an effort to hide the bruise as much as possible. Rebecca: No comment? Even on that topic? Jaime: My comment, Rebecca, is that they are relative newcomers to FIW. And yes, they may have a thing or two in common with Xtreme Kitten but they aren’t Xtreme Kitten. So if you think I’m going out there to try and avenge what Kitten did to me, you’re completely wrong. And if I happen to beat one of these guys, nothing has changed between me and Kitten. Rebecca: No? Still find him incredibly adorable with that fuzzy mask? More grins from Rebecca as she tries her damnedest to get Jaime riled up. The sweetheart doesn’t give her the satisfaction, once again looking down towards the tiled floor. Rebecca: And what about your partner? I mean, the stuff Lara said about you was… wow. Rebecca’s laying out bait now. And judging by the look on Jaime’s face as she looks up from the tiles, her interest has been peaked. Jaime: Stuff? Rebecca: Oh yeah. Apparently she is who everyone thinks of now when they think of the hellcats. And she made a point to say that it was you, but it’s her now. Jaime takes a deep breath, doing her best to fight off the offended urges that come along with what Lara had to say. Jaime: Well… I mean, she is the champion. Rebecca: Oh, of course. She made that point as well. I mean, yeah, she said that you were a deserving champion but… well, she made a point to let everyone know that your reign ended a while back. Guess she thinks she’s better than you because of that. Jaime: No, Rebecca. I don’t think she’s trying to say she’s better than me. Rebecca: No, not trying. I think she just did. That seems to do a good job of shutting Jaime up. Coupled with the other things Rebecca reported on Lara, albeit a little twisted around, Jaime’s not feeling all that great right now. Perhaps feeling like a second fiddle? Jaime: Yeah. Thanks, Rebecca. Rebecca’s smile seems to grow even larger as Jaime steps away from the scene, still clinging to that t-shirt in her hand. Rebecca: Anytime, Jaime. Fade. |
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