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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 15, 2007 21:15:23 GMT -5
Shawn angrily makes his way down the arena halls after his meeting with Gallas. He desperately searches for Bianca's room. He passes at least five rooms, including his own, and finds Bianca's. He pounds on her door.
BIANCA! We need to talk! NOW!
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Post by marx on Jun 16, 2007 1:00:58 GMT -5
The door opens, and standing in front of it is Michelle Marx. The amazon takes a step forward out of the door and grills Hollywood for a moment before speaking.
Who the fuck are you, Pretty boy?
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 16, 2007 1:04:14 GMT -5
Well that's a beast if I've ever saw one....Who am I? Shawn Hollywood. Who the FUCK are you!? And where the hells Bianca?
Lets just say fear was settling in.
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Post by marx on Jun 16, 2007 1:10:17 GMT -5
Michelle steps up right into the face of Hollywood before answering with some sarcasm.
I'm her LIFE PARTNER, you pussy. And she's in the back gettin' ready to fight that fat chick Tessa tonight. Now BEAT IT before I get angry, turn green and rip you NUTS off.
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 16, 2007 1:18:14 GMT -5
Jesus Tits. And boy do I mean tits. Calm down woman! Speaking of pussy....ah nevermind. As much as I'd really like to keep my nuts, I need to talk to Bianca. She got $1000 deducted out of my damn paycheck. So if you don't mind, I'm going to stay here until her match is over. I don't care if it's fine with you or not..
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Post by marx on Jun 16, 2007 1:35:57 GMT -5
Michelle smirks at Hollywood. She felt like just slugging him one good in the jaw, but chances are Bianca needed his face intact.
Suit yourself, Assmonkey.
She steps aside, allowing him to enter.
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 16, 2007 1:38:23 GMT -5
Don't you have another human being to eat? Bitch...
He takes a seat on one of the benches and looks around. Just a regular ass locker room.
I figured Bianca would spice this place up a bit. I guess not, huh...um..Life Partner?
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Post by marx on Jun 16, 2007 1:46:02 GMT -5
Michelle sits on the bench directly across from him.
We like to keep things simple on "fight night". Helps set the mood when we need to kick a bitch's ass. And by bitch I DON'T just mean female. [/b]
She cracks her knuckles and smirks at him.
So YOU'RE the assjockey she had to bail outta jail in Seattle, huh? Way to make a first impression, DUMBASS.
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 16, 2007 1:55:49 GMT -5
He rolls his eyes, and makes a sarcasm laugh.
Your not exactly the best with first impressions either you giant bitch...
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Post by marx on Jun 16, 2007 2:02:28 GMT -5
Impression? YOU??? PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT...Imagine me trying to impress a jail bird like you. I like my men with some meat on there bones. Not skinny, smartassed metrosexuals like you. First impression. Must be snortin' that white again. Yea, she told me about that to. It'd be a miracle if you even knew where your junk was, and to do with it when you found it.
Michelle folds her arms. The best thing she could thing of from not strangling him to death.
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Post by bi on Jun 16, 2007 2:08:43 GMT -5
Stepping our from the shower room dressed in full ring gear is Bianca, puzzled as to who Michelle was talking to.
Bloody 'ell, Michy. Who the hell are you yappin' to.
Oh. It's you...
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 16, 2007 2:11:43 GMT -5
He places a hand on his forehead and shakes his head.
Skinny? Smartass? I can deal with that. As for being a metrosexual...damn you have me wrong. Considering I have junk and definetly know where to stick it, I'm sure any man would be afraid that you'd fucking eat it. Right now, I'm still fearing for my dick. God knows you were eating a damn elephant before I got in here, you're probably looking for a fairly large appetizer.
He points to his "junk".
As for impressing you. Why bother? Why would anyone bother? They're not going to get anything out of it besides a missing body part.
And then he notices Bianca. He hops off of the bench and approaches Bianca.
Wanna know what made my day?
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Post by bi on Jun 16, 2007 2:20:49 GMT -5
Bianca folds her arms as she asks...
What EVER could have done that, I wonder?
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Post by Shawn Hollywood on Jun 16, 2007 2:22:08 GMT -5
He puts on a sarcastic grin.
I lost $4000 of my pay check today! $1000 to pay you back, and $3000 for rehab! Isn't that great!?
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Post by bi on Jun 16, 2007 2:34:54 GMT -5
She gives him a coy smile as she answers.
It could be worse. You could've ended up the prison bitch to a fat hillbilly named Jim Bob Budgerigar. I assure whatever consequences you had as result of our "date" and small in comparison to what COULD have happened.
Her tone changes to a more serious, almost concerned tone.
Seriously. You're behavior is what mum would call "VERY northernish". And since you have no idea ANYTHING about England, Northerners are MORONS. What do you get out of being well...YOU?
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