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Sister V Sister; Also, a little grocery shopping
Topic Started: Jul 8 2010, 08:27 PM (36 Views)
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Kimberly: Cyndi will be up here…

The blond claims to herself as she rounds another railing on her way up a flight of stairs. She isn’t dressed in her usual business duds, this time she looks like she’s ready to step into a ring. Or at the very least a fight.

Kimberly: I shouldn’t get myself so worked up about her, but she beat me twice but I have to know. There’s no tournament, so I have nothing that’ll be holding me back.

Finally the blond stops at the top of the stairs where Kimberly slowly reaches out for the handle.

Kimberly: This is it…do I go out swinging or is she merely waiting for a fair opportunity? No, I’ll be patient. Something I want to ask her anyway.

A deep breath before the blond pushes herself through the door and runs a few steps forward before stopping with fists raised at the ready. But there’s no blonde girl in a black suit awaiting her, even on either end of the roof. Just a—

Kimberly: !

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of her face at the sight of who is actually awaiting her. The woman in questions turns around to reveal elegant features and a chilling smile. Looped through her belt are Kimberly’s cat ears where she first wrote the note inviting Cyndi, however instead of Cyndi…

Emily: It’s certainly been a while…dear sister.

Still in shock, Kimberly is hesitant to put up much effort at the start as Emily comes lunging at her black gloves already covering the hands.




Sadovsky: Hm…fighting Jenny after ReVolt Rumble…Fighting Keith Williams and Clay Krueger in steel chair ladder match…nothing compares to this.

Elderly Woman: If you’re going to make friends with the cart, sonny, do it in the store.

Within moments, Sadovsky is walking through the produce section of a large sized super market looking at the list in one hand as if a traditional and modern Chinese writer each took turns writing down the words. He tilts it a little and simply shrugs before hurrying along.

Toby: Hey, is that Sadovsky? I think it is!

Eh? You kinda trailed off under your breath, there Sadovsky. The giant Russian tries turning away but winds up banging into an open produce cooler halting his efforts. He can easily ditch the cart and run, but he was requested to be here and Toby…well, he’s already standing next to him breathing in and out like he were just an average fan meeting Sadovsky for the first time and not the interviewer who only now takes a split second out of his time to sort of wave to Sadovsky as he walks past.

Toby: Here, at the super market, buying groceries!

Sadovsky: Normally it is something Kimberly takes care of, but she asked me to handle this for today as she is busy.




Kimberly manages to block to right hook but finds herself rocked in place.

Kimberly: Urgh…this strength.




Toby: Doing what?




Kimberly: She’s stronger than I remember.

Emily: Surprised? If you must know, you’re all I’ve been thinking about these past few years. Well, not just you, as a matter of fact it was this moment right here!

Emily kicks away at Kimberly’s gut reeling her back before pouncing on top of her.




Toby: So you’re stuck doing this because she had another errand to run?

Sadovsky: How many times will you repeat yourself?

Toby: What? Well, while I’m here might as well conduct an interview.

Sadovsky: Do not make this day any worse than already is.

Toby: First question!




Emily: Do you remember the happier times, sister?

Kimberly pulls herself back to her feet but still staggers around from side to side breathing in and out rather heavily at this point. Though Emily isn’t exactly “fresh” either as her breath comes out in overhauls and her bare arms are marked with scratches and cuts, yet she seems somehow able to avoid such things in order to ask a question.

Kimberly: There were no happy times.

Emily: When you had presumably died. The fire that had engulfed your body and soul, those were indeed the happy times. So before this fight ends, sister, I have one request.

Kimberly: Huh?

Emily: [size0]Bring them back… Bring back the happy times and die!

Emily charges forward and before Kimberly can react, her sister barrels her shoulder into her gut slamming the blond against the wall. Emily pushes herself away and lands a devastating blow across the face.

Emily: Die!

Kimberly falls to the ground and Emily is once again quickly on top of her as she repeatedly pounds down on the face.

Emily: Die! Die! Die! Die!




Sadovsky overlooks the cover of a wrestling magazine with a cover story featuring the returned of a certain bloodstain-masked man to the ring.

Sadovsky: Hmph! Perhaps someday…

Placing the magazine back on the rack, Sadovsky continues pushing the cart into the first aisle, which is…PERFECTLY FACED! ALL THE PRODUCT IS STICKING RIGHT OUT ON THE EDGE, IT’S LIKE AN ENTIRELY NEW WALL!!! A-HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! FACE THE AISLES…FACE THE AISLES!FACE THE AISLES!!! THERE’S NO END TO THE FACING! A-HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!

Toby: Sadovsky?

Erm…where am I? Oh, right. Laundry detergent and stuff like that, okay.

Toby: You still haven’t exactly answered my first question.

Sadovsky: That is because it has already been answered. I am focusing on both men in ring, to say I am going after one man would be incredibly stupid of me.




Kimberly not only manages to block a punch but throw Emily off to the ground.




Sadovsky: If I were to focus on Ash Koopa, Keith Williams would seize opportunity and take up advantage that way. If I were to focus on Keith Williams, there is no telling what pride of Ash Koopa would do as he aims to exact revenge.




Brushing the side of her fist over her mouth, Kimberly wipes away the blood as takes a moment before charging back in.




Toby: Well to win you have to pin one of them.

Sadovsky: I will pin who is down.

Toby: There’s no preference?

Sadovsky: No.

Toby: What about Keith? Pinning him now would be great.

Sadovsky: I no longer have desire to single Keith out. I have faced him in ring and have exacted revenge. If he wishes more, I will oblige him.

Toby: Then what about Ash Koopa? You’ve already pummelled him to a pulp twice now, so history says you can do it again.

Sadovsky: Beating man twice does not give claim it will happen third time. Eventually Ash Koopa will find means of defeating me. Especially since I am told he has been holding back little amounts of time during those contests. So to once more answer question; I have no preferences. I will pin who I will pin, and I will fight whoever is willing.

That said, Sadovsky picks up his speed leaving Toby in the dust, or whatever is on the floor. A thin layer of wax maybe? Can you kick up wax? I mean since it’s all like liquidy and stuff, I figure…know what? Let’s just skip back over to the catfight.




Both sisters stand back in their starting position taking in deep breaths as their eyes have remained locked onto each others since, well the start. Both wearing their own wounds and injuries, their clothes are a little messed up, and somewhere along the line the cat ears have slipped off of Emily’s belt and now rest somewhere on the roof. No doubt Kimberly will try and pick them up later. For now though, she takes a quick step forward.

Emily: Well,

The blond screeches to a halt at the sound of Emily’s rather high and mighty tone of voice. Really, Kimberly’s just surprised she can pull it off even in the condition she’s in. Just how deep does that reservoir of energy go? Kimberly anxiously awaits the arrival of her second wind.

Emily: It appears we’re far too equal to resolve this matter today. Shall we call it a day then and meet somewhere much later?

Kimberly: Pfft, typical Emily.

Emily: What did you just say?

A cocky smile on her face, Kimberly shrugs her arms up in the air.

Kimberly: If you really want to concede so badly, just say so.

Emily: Why you…the only reason I suggested such a thing is because you look far too injured to continue and killing wounded prey just isn’t my style.

Kimberly: Then what is your style? Being a loud mouthed, fat, ugly whore?

Emily: Lies! All of them! Just childish lies brought on by envious attitude.

Kimberly: Envy? You call the truth envy? Listen, red, if there’s anyone who should be envious here it should be you. I’m the sister with all the looks and charm while you…you just got the leftovers.

Emily: Just because you’re older, doesn’t make you superior. Besides, I know all about your slutty little Christmas incident.

Kimberly: I don’t know what you’re talking ab—

Emily: “Oh, Sophie! Unwrap the ribbons and set my breasts free!”

Kimberly: That was a singular moment on lust! Nothing more!

Emily: “Nothing more” she says, just how long were the two of you in one anothers arms before the fireplace?

Kimberly: At least I had somebody with me that Christmas!

As the two sisters continue bickering, each sending off verbal blows and laughter over their own insults toward one another, Cyndi’s face appears behind the corner of the entrance watching between the two of them.

Cyndi: Miss. Emily…I never knew reuniting with your sister would make you so…happy.

Emily: And stop calling me “red”, blondie!
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