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Post by Tiffany Masterson on Jun 16, 2008 21:47:43 GMT -5
The bell sounded which signaled the end of the match. Tiffany was almost shocked at the outcome of the encounter, her opponent on the winning end and her on the canvas. Almost immediately her men had surrounded the ring, and a few of them entered including her assistant Mr. Wolfe.
"M'lady! Are you alright? Say something to me!"
"I...am fine, Mr. Wolfe. In fact, I've never felt more alive."
"I beg your pardon?"
Tiffany's face displayed a curious grin on it as she sat up. Meanwhile, all the eyes of her suited companions were fixated, and not in a very pleased way, towards Marisol and the referee who were standing in the ring, seemingly trapped.
"Your research was thoroughly accurate. She is the one. The one...who has set my blood to burning! I didn't think it would be possible, but this woman has amused me in ways I could never imagine."
"But M'lady...this is the first time in over three years you've lost a match!" How can that be amusing?"
Raising her hand to the air, Wolfe immediately helped Tiffany to her feet. She looks him in the eye.
"Because up until now I have not had to push myself to my limit. I haven't faced strong enough competition to give me the fight that I've desired. But this woman has done that. She's shown me that there are those who can give me a decent challenge. That's how."
Slowly she walks across the ring and now it's Mari who she looks in the eye.
"You've fought well...this time. Shall we have ourselves another match on the next program?"
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Post by Marisol Cardinale on Jun 17, 2008 12:35:12 GMT -5
To say that the situation at the moment was a little unsettling was an understatement. After one hard fought victory, both of them were winded, and then like clockwork came these men to surround the ring, the very ones who accompanied Tiffany earlier. The natural reaction would be to be a little afraid of what might have happened, even though the ref was probably a little more afraid that Mari was. Yet they waited on her hand and foot, like she was indeed the master of them, or a princess.
You want another go? I'll be happy to oblige. It'll be up to you to make the next time different from tonight though. Remember what you said about seeing what I can do? I hope your question has been answered.
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