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| Slave and Master; Macey Midas | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 12 2009, 03:43 AM (44 Views) | |
| Triadred | Feb 12 2009, 03:43 AM Post #1 |
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Midas: I don't understand why you're making things so complicated... We seem to be arriving in the middle of something. Macey stands with her arms crossed, the makings of a pout pertruding her lower lip, and eyes ablayze with someone who has yet to be revealed. Midas: All I asked is that you work my corner, and take care of things that I'm otherwise too busy to mind myself! It's not like I asked you to be my Valentine or something! With the camera panning backward, and opening the scene a little more, we find that Macey Midas has some how found herself aligned with a man who's past in this business is shady to say the least... unorthodox and wishy-washy would further describe it. This man whome I'm verbally dismantalling is of course the in and out FIW knock around guy, Stan "The Man" Stevens, who's combined runs in both FIW and the four letter word that is NGIW are on proportinal scales with that of an Al Snow following. The Man, as he's asked to be refered to as, clutches in his hand the most pathetic looking of droopy flowers while a cliche heart shaped box of chocolates fits snuggly beneath his underarm... and are no doubt meting with the overwhelming heat. Stan's no stud... he's a sweater though! Stevens: C'mon, baby... what say we skip all of this pety in pink small talk and get right to the real-deal meat and potatos of the sitch'... you want The Man in the wrost kind of way, and I dig it! I mean, why else would you ask me to meet you here in jolly ol' England... the love capitol of the world! Stans wiggling brows do little to woo the second generation wrestler. Midas: First of all, Stan... you called me. And pretty well got down on your hands and knees while begging for an FIW try-out match... or am I mistaken? That's hardly a question. More so a challenge. Stan shakes it off with a scoffing laugh and roll of the eyes. Stevens: Whatever, babe... I can read between the lines here, and I like where this story's going. I see this book flipping like a harlequin romance, so how about it, hot stuff? How about a little kiss for cupid? Stan closes his eyes and puckers up, while Macey instantly reaches out and aggressively cups those puckered lips with one hand and jerks Stan a little closer. Midas: Listen to me you hormone oozing ignoramous! This isn't the love connection, this is business! You asked for a hand out and I was foolishly convinced, not by you, but by my father... who for some unknown reason always took a shine to you. This is tit for tat, Stan... a business relationship! Got it?! Macey thrusts Stan from her clucth. Stan tries to soothe his no doubt throbbing kisser with a four finger rub. Midas: Now as far as this weekend goes, your job is simple... scout Jenny. Get me everything you can on her. Tapes, medical records, whatever you can get those greasey paws of yours on. Stevens: Like a spy... I gotcha. Babe, I'm going to be the James Bond to your Pussy Galore. Macey again grabs ahold of Stans face, fish-lipping The Mans features. Midas: Shut up! Just get it done... I'll be in the gym. With a disgusted scowl, Macey shoves Stan from her hands again, takes a moment to wipe whatever tracees of Stan are left on her hand on his shirt, and walks away. Stan takes a moment to oggle her strut before turning back our way with a swagger to his head and a grin on his face. Stevens: Oh yea... she wants me. Self assured, Stan embarks on his covert dirt digging operation while he familiar James Bond melody whistles out from between his puckered lips. Enter Stan Stevens... again! |
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