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So what now?
Topic Started: Feb 13 2009, 03:04 PM (35 Views)
Wigumoto
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A door slams and a lesbian seethes. These are the sounds that greet us as our little scene opens. The door has a plaque screwed to it with the name ‘Reed G. Keenan’ inscribed into it, so we can assume this is the GM’s office, and the lesbian has a colorful luchadore mask wrapped around her face, so we can assume this is La Lesbiana Fantastica. She walks away from the door under a cloud, obviously not in the best of moods and probably not wanting to be talked to right now.

V: Time of the month?

Her face drops even more as she recognizes the voice before she even sees the face it’s attached to. She lets out a sigh and keeps on walking, hoping against hope that he’ll take the hint and go find someone else to bother. He doesn’t.

V: Missing your title? Is that it?

He appears alongside her, his body straight and his arms behind his back. His cheery demeanor deliberately clashes with Lesbiana’s.

V: Or is that kiss? I hear the mafia don’t mess around.

Lesbiana: Fuck off.

V: No.

With a sudden burst of energy Lesbiana spins round and shoves V against the nearest wall, which shakes with his impact. Either cos she’s so strong or cos it’s plaster board. Seething through her mask she gets right in the interviewer’s face.

Lesbiana: I don’t know what that stupid kiss was about. Maybe she’s called a hit out on me, maybe she wants in my pants, maybe both. I don’t know, and I don’t really give a wallaby’s wang about it.

V: So this is about your title.

With a defeated shrug she unpins the V from the wall, but stays close enough to him to make sure he can’t escape.

Lesbiana: Keenan ain’t giving me a rematch. Not yet anyway. Instead he sticks me in this bullshit tag title match with…

V: Don Roxie.

Lesbiana: Yeah. I mean what the fuck? How am I supposed to team with someone who may actually want me dead? Who knows if she’s even gonna show up after walking out of the pay per view. This could turn into a handicap match.

V: Or target practice -- OOF.

She cuts him off with a hard shove back into the rickety wall.

Lesbiana: This is bull. I need to find Rox. I know things ain’t been great between us lately but…

She trails off and falls silent for a few moments, before V intervenes.

V: Thought this wasn’t about her. Thought it was about your title.

Lesbiana: Shut up! It can be about two things.

She shoves him again, this time turning away from him as she does so and carries on her angry march through the corridors. She tries her best to ignore him as he calls after her.

V: Probably best I don’t hang around you right now anyway. Ricochets can be a bitch.

She grumbles something inaudible as she walks past the camera, leaving the grinning V chuckle us into blackness.

Fade.
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