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Nico Pazzini vs Rose Jenkins
Topic Started: Jun 21 2016, 07:45 AM (19 Views)
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Nico Pazzini vs Rose Jenkins

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[Off Camera]

Have you ever known a person who is so out of this world, that you just have to pinch yourself sometimes to make sure you aren’t dreaming? You haven’t? Well if you would there is one person who could make you feel that way and it would be Nico Ludovico Pazzini, Panther Of Palermo and somewhat of a full time goof & the odd one every family has. Right now he was sitting on the backseat of his cousin’s rather expensive Cadillac Escalade, but he was not alone, there was a rather top heavy blonde who wasn’t his cousin (who was more bottom heavy anyway) who had their hand down his pants.

“Ey Cams, Dad told me to say hello to you and thank you for this thing. He said for you to send the bill his way if there was any expenses on making it happen..” That thick accent was thick with bullshit, not just because Nico’s father Domenico Pazzini or “Uncle-Dom” to most was a notorious cheapskate and a liar who sure as fuck would not spend a single lira to his sons or anyone else’s expenses. Nico, wearing a fur coat with the AC in the caddy on full blast had more gold around his wrists and neck than average housewife in Memphis even has seen during their life. Obviously he was shirtless to show off the tattoos, seems perfectly sensible in Tennessee, don’t have shirt but have a fur coat, bling and damn near your dick hanging out too while you are at it, why not?

Cammie rolled her eyes, she knew of Uncle-Dom’s thriftiness well. “I’ll save the money on the stamp, thanks. Besides, I ain’t exactly lacking in cash right about now. The one thing I do have plenty of, especially since we moved down here. Property’s much cheaper here.” She cast an eye to her cousin, who had become quickly bored with this conversation and was fiddling with his phone. “As long as you listen to me, and don’t act like a complete tool, you’ll be fine. Hell, I made a champion out of Stacey and she was a buck fifteen soaking wet.”

Flicking around with his phone while the blonde was busy with his pants Nico just mumbled on “yeah sure, buck fifteen sounds about right for stamps with todays economy, Madon’ we should just get back to carrier pigeons to save money..maybe that would be a good racket..Hey Cams, you think..OH HOLY PASTA FAGIOLI WOMAN! Easy with those nails!”

He smacks the blonde to the back of the head and she just muffles out a response before Nico Continues.

“So I bet the promoters down here were exploding with the prospect of signing the first ever male Pazzini to the family business, right? I mean the OTHER family business, you know what I mean right?..No! Not you, keep that face down there!..”

Leaning back on the comfortable leather seat Nico was about to say something when his phone came to life in his hands, the familiar Nino Rota’s composing classic “Speak softly, love” which was more commonly known as “The Godfather Theme” started playing out. Nico picked up on the call.

“Yeah? Pronto!...yeah, no! You tell that linguini sucking son of a whore that if he does not pay up that warehouse of his will go up in flames! Yeah?! I DON’T CARE IF HE HAS AN INSURANCE OR NOT! TORCH THE FAKIN’ PLACE IF HE WON’T PAY..IF HE STILL WON’T TORCH IT AGAIN WITH HIM INSIDE I---”

A murderous glare from the rear view mirror interrupted Nico mid anger.

“I’ll call you back.”

Pocketing the phone Nico pushes the blond away.

“Get the fuck away from me, you putana..”

“Nico, sweetie you promised me a room in your mansion..” she said flipping a piece of gum to her mouth as Nico zips up his pants

“Yeah? And you promised me a nagging-free girlfriend, looks like both of us are as reliable as Silvio Berlusconi here..now shut up and put those headphones on so I can talk to my cousin in peace.”

Without warning he crams himself to the front seat next to Cammie and looks at her.

“What?”

She glared at him again.

“Yeah, right, seat belt, right..”

Buckling himself up Nico slumps to the seat.

“So how’s the husband..still dead?”

Cammie rolled her eyes.

“Yep, pretty much. Good to see you found yourself a girl who jerks you as much as you jerk her.” The blonde said with a small smile. “And please don’t go torching warehouses.”

He looks at her then to the backseat then back at her, gesturing at himself.

“Me? Wha? I don’t..Oh you mean that phone call! Nah, I’m not a stronzo, I got people who do such things, you know us the kings of the volcano don’t run around on errands, I got to make my bones and earn my spot at the top of the family, because I’m going to be the next one you know, the Don, Capo De Tutti Capi! Boss of motha-fuckin’-bosses Cammie, that’s me right there!”
He checks his Italian temper and flicks the collars on his furcoat.

“So you how’s the little kid? I brought her a teddy bear, she still likes them, right?”

Flashing a bit of an unsure smile Nico leans in to look at his cousin.

“..and how are you Cammie? You seem kinda tense, haven’t gotten the good lovin’ lately? I know the yankee men are complete wet noodles when it comes to the sack but I’m sure you could get a proper stallion from Sicily..I mean not a bull like me of course since well we are related but, someone nice and hairy and macho enough to keep you happy, you know how we do it in the old country, you know how we doin’..”

“Er... I’m good thanks.” She says, not quite sure where to start on the volley of questions and information she had attempted to process in the last forty seconds. “Look, I don’t mean to be a nagging old cousin... but... well, our family kinda has a reputation in the wrestling business. Sure, Isabella & I are both grade a cunts at the best of times... but when that camera’s rolling, we need to handle ourselves accordingly. I know you have this whole machismo thing going on, and that’s fine... but... well a little less gangsta trippin’, warehouse torchin’, sleeping with the fishes talk on the camera would be GREAT. Capiche?”

He nodded at her eyes wide open.

“Si, sleeping with the fishes, got it!”

Cammie muttered something in Sicilian under her breath before continuing. “Look, our family business... the other one... it’s not something we want drawing attention to. I have freakin’ millions tied up in this shit. I don’t need no damn feds on my case, and if you get us pinched, Cousin Izzy might just be sending YOUR ASS sleeping with them fishes.”

Nico’s face turns white by the mere mention of Isabella aka. Izzy Pazizzy.

“I thought she cooled down, got married, retired became a mother and all..why would she- I mean we are family and this is our thi-..nevermind. Look I got it, I’m not a stronzo you know? I’m Nico your favorite cousin, you hooked me up with this wrestling gig, I picked up this stewardess from the flight over and..I mean did you see the funbags on her? Any hick around here would kill to give her a little push-push..but if they do. I’ll give them a sicilian necktie quicker than they fuck a donkey around here. I’m not here to embarrass the family or anything. I’m going to be a champion and this Bullshit Championship Wrestling, I’mma gonna take over the whole damn thing!”

“Bluff. Championship. Wrestling.” She corrected him, in a more stern than loving way and he just nodded along.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what I said. Look, this woman I’m facing on my first match, I’ll make an example of her and she’ll see what happens when you get in the ring with a Pazzini!”

Camilla could probably write a book about the whole situation of Rose Jenkins and a Pazzini in the ring but for once she just smiled and ruffled Nico’s weird hair.

“Nice to have you around little Nico. Really.”

He smiled and looked at her.

“Yeah, you too Cams, this is going to be GREAT!”

Oh yeah..it was going to be something..maybe even great.




[On Camera]


We open to a rather expensive looking view, swimming pool, some fancy furniture and a damn patio that probably is worth more than anyone narrating these things earns in six months. A tattooed, tanned and tweakin’ man lays out on a air matress that floats it’s way on the pool’s clear water, sipping on a fancy drink with a straw, rather loudly too before he realizes the camera.

Nico: Bonjourno you fat American fucks! It’s your new superstar here, the name is Nico PA-Double Z-ini here and I’m gonna lay some facts on your fat faces, at the next Nitro, Sunday night July 3rd the Panther of Palermo is going to make his debut in BCW against a woman named Rose Jenkins and..

Nico reaches over a 8x10 from under his ass and flips it over, quickest of you saw it a fan picture of his opponent, in shock his eyes fly open.

Nico: Pope on a Pasta Plate she’s a big one! Madonn’ bet you had more than few pizzas in your day sweetie..

Someone clears their throat from behind the camera and Nico snaps back to reality.

Nico: But that ain’t no matter because me. I’ve had my share of big women before, even the black ones so you ain’t gonna call me a racist or anything! I know some dudes probably are all wild about that jungle fever and whatnot but Rosie your ample chocolate cheeks won’t drive me over the edge. You got a pretty impressive pair of tatas there but you are big all over and I dig my trim to be..well more proportioned, you gotta have a figure to lure my attention and while round is a figure too, I am not here to date, and if I WAS I could do a lot better than you, no offense sweetheart but when you are as fly as me, you got to have some standards!

He looks at the camera, frowns.

Nico: I could, don’t look at me like that! I COULD AND YOU KNOW I COULD! I’M NICO PAZZINI DAMN IT I COULD TAKE OUT NAOMI CAMPBELL, WILLIAMS SISTERS AND THAT BLACK CHICK FROM SPICE GIRLS AND DROP THEIR PANTIES WITHOUT MY DICK LEAVING MY PANTS THIS TONGUE KNOWS MORE THAN WORDS! I’M THE PANTHER OF PALERMO BECAUSE I’M SMOOTH AS SILK AND MY ROAR CARRIES!

Calming himself down Nico takes a glug from his drink, wipes up his mouth and goes on.

Nico: Anyway, back to the match. Jenkins You seem like the needy type and you probably have had some time since someone gardened your trim the way you like it but leave that to the wetbacks that are all over this place, get a gardner and get that thing taken care of. I’m not here to tip you over in a firm grip, pulling you against my chiseled chest and making your panties wet as far east on tsunami season! Nope. I’m here to carry on a legacy to a proud name, Pazzinis ain’t nothin’ to fuck with and you’ll experience that first hand at Nitro when I make you scream my name and..while it may not be because of the actions you would like, the fact is you will never forget Nico Pazzini, I’m here in Memphis slumming it out with the rest of these hicks but that don’t mean I have to slum out my lifestyle. I got the jewels, the fur coats, the handmade shoes, the designer threads..I got everything you all want and can never afford. My fashion ain’t no knock-off second hand shit either it’s fine Italian fashion from the old country and it’s just like the Italian cooking, best in the world! Just like the men, wrestlers, cars and everything else and if you got a problem with that Jenkins, you better watch it because you might be sleeping with the fishes before you know it. I’d say that you may wake up to a horse’s head in your bed but I’d bet it’s not the first time you’d have something huge between your legs and a lot of blood on the sheets...Arrivederci!

What we have heard during the last batch of speech was the grinding of teeth, held back rage and that was unleashed as someone smacks at the camera, it spins around and we see a familiar blond at the side of the pool.

Camilla: YOU STRONZO! I told you not to pull that stupid shit on camera, as soon as Rose sees that she’ll get ready to kill your ass and if she goes all King Kong on you there ain’t no security in the world that will get between you and her! YOU HAVE JUST SIGNED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANT ON YOUR DEBUT MATCH YOU STUPID KID!

Nico seems shocked looking at her then points at the camera.

Nico:That light, it’s still on cousin..

We hear some Sicilian cusses and Camilla turns to the camera flicking it off!


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Deal is a Deal (off-cam)

It’s a quiet day in Mount Bluff, the whole company is currently digesting the events of Hardware Havoc, some celebrating, some being depressed, others trying to convince themselves that it’s not the end of the world. Then there is Rose Jenkins. The BCW’s Behemoth got served a massive humble pie at Hardware Havoc and now she’s here to live up to her end of the deal. The few employees of Mount Bluff that are around make damn sure not to be near her when she walks past them on her way to the nervecenter of the promotion. With a pained expression on her face she smooths the front of her business suit and knocks on the door to the offices of Ricky Rhodes.

“Yes?” Echoes the voice from behind the door and the moment Rose steps over the threshold Ricky looks up from his papers, looks at Rose, looks back to his papers.

“This some sort of a joke Miss Jenkins?”

Rose bites back a stingy response, instead trying to relax her clinching fists and keep her voice neutral. “What do you mean Mr. Rhodes?” unsure what to do, the Behemoth stands on the doorway, waiting for a response.

“You did NOT just walk into my office with a suit that looks like you garbage dived it from behind a Sears, JC Penneys or Macy’s did you?”

Rhodes moves around his papers, trying to focus, then just slams them down, his fist following right after.

“I WILL NOT HAVE SOMEONE REPRESENT ME IN A CHEAP ASS TWO BIT SUIT, YOU GOT THAT?! You are a wrestler and I suppose if you want to give out the impression that someone stuffed a knuckle-dragging, pea-brained ogre of a person into a suit that you probably haven’t worn since your high school prom..assuming you even went to one.. Then you do that on your own time. You look like someone straight out of the Flintstones, well Fred and Wilma aren’t here..so I suggest you find a place to burn that..that..whatever the hell that is and when you do return to this place of business, you dress for the part! You have a match for Nitro and now that you represent ME out there, you will not look like a goddamn greeter from WalMart, do I make myself clear.. MISS JENKINS?”

While the rat-like owner of BCW was ranting, the whole demenour of Rose Jenkins was screaming conflict. On the other hand, she wanted nothing more than to step forward and choke the everloving hell out of the slimy bastard, consequences be damned. But at the same time, a deal is a deal, and she realized she would be no better than him if she didn’t hold onto her end of the deal. So she took the barrage of insults, using all her inner strength to conjure up a mask of stoic calm on her face. “Understood Mr. Rhodes.” She said in a monotone voice and after a small pause, she removed the jacket, tossing it into the nearby bin. Underneath, you could see a glimpse of her usual wrestling attire. “I wasn’t sure which appearance you wanted me to portray so I decided to play safe. I learned at Hardware Havoc that you always need a plan B. Now excuse me for a moment” She stepped into Ricky’s private bathroom for a passing moment, coming out with no sign of the suit, wearing her wrestling attire. She tossed the pants aswell and looked at Ricky. “Better?”

“You are not leaving that low-rate textile of yours to stench up my office Jenkins, pick them up. Every single article of that disgusting clothing and you hold them until you leave..and when you do. You rid yourself of them and go and get a real damn suit. As far as “portraying” goes, this is not a game. You are not playing a “role” this isn’t a damn school play either. You don’t come here, twisting your face at me and acting like I just sent you to the principal’s office.. You work for me now and this time you are not just a member of the roster. You work for the owner which means you must control your commonwealth urges of acting like a brute. If I want you to act like King fuckin’ Kong, I’ll tell you to do that. However if I do not specifically tell you to have an outburst, you do not have those in front of me either..”

He gets up from behind his desk, walking to the behemoth and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“I know it bothers you that I beat you at Hardware Havoc, I know it must EAT YOU UP on the inside to realize that you just could not better me in that ring. It must be horrible to think that had things gone the other way, you would not have to stand there and listen to me. I would probably be laid out in a hospital bed and you..well you could be doing something else instead of spending a humid afternoon in my office. You are a smart woman Rose, smarter than people give you credit for at least and while you are over there blaming yourself. I suggest you take what you can and learn from all this and since we are no longer enemies, you and I..I’ll even give you a free tip. Just to show what a nice guy I really am. Why do you think you lost? Because I..a man who has had a handful of wrestling matches before beat you as convincingly as I did? Was it because of the stipulations? Or the fact that I played you like a fiddle all the way to the end..or was it all something your friend Frankie wanted to happen all along?”

The feeling of Ricky’s hand on her shoulder almost made her feel physically ill, and she had to fight the urge to swat it aside. “Understood Mr. Rhodes. It doesn’t matter why Hardware Havoc ended like it ended. All that matters is that it did. But.” She throws a glance at him. One that would make a lesser man feel the urge to run. “Don’t for a second think you broke me. I will honor the deal I made with you Mr. Rhodes. Just know that someplace. Sometime. You’ll notice a knife on your back. It might not be me. It might be anyone. Take a piece of advice from me Mr. Rhodes. Now that I am supposed to watch your back… Try not to treat your employees like dirt. There are people who aren’t as honorable as I am. Someone might just decide to stab you in the back, screw the consequences. And I might not be able to do anything about it” The underlying threat in her words should’ve been apparent to anyone. “And as far as Frankie goes. He’s my problem. Not yours Mr. Rhodes, do not occupy your precious time with that. I promise that dealing with him won’t detract me from performing my duty.” She stands up straight, forcing Ricky to stretch his arm to keep it on her shoulder. “Even the most loyal dog bites if mistreated enough.”

As her words dangled in the air between them, Ricky flashes a smirk and pats her on the chest, just because he didn’t want to tippy toe himself to stay on the shoulder. Walking back behind his desk the owner shook his head.

“Break you? Why would I want to break you Rose? You work for me now. We can drop the animosity and be friends, you may even learn to like the benefits that comes with being on my good side for a change. We have plenty of championships here in Bluff Championship Wrestling and some of the champions are not..necessarily up to the pressure it takes to become the diamonds they need to be. Without even looking at her Ricky knew that the woman would put together 1+1 and the fact that in his subtle way Rhodes was offering Rose a spot as the Rock & Roll Champion..letting the proposition linger for a moment the owner goes on.

“As far as, stabbing me in the back goes? I hope you aren’t threatening me Jenkins? That is a horrible attitude to have, especially when talking to someone you work for. I trust my life and personal security with you Jenkins..that is no small feat. Of course if you plan on betraying me, being the one to stab me..I suggest you do it so that I will never get up from that..”

He stays still, back towards Rose, almost egging her to do it. That dual colored mane flips as Ricky looks over his shoulder.

“Because whoever is stupid enough to do such a thing and let me live..will wish they were dead instead.”

With that he sits back at his chair, smiles as pleasantly as he possibly could putting his palms together.

“Coffee?”

Rose is quiet. She did do the math. And part of her wonders whether she should warn Vivi. Or if she should just play along. After all, if Ricky sics her on Vivi instead of lets say Krig, she’d take it easy on Vivi. She stares at Ricky’s back, tempted. But not stupid enough to do it. “No, I’m good Mr. Rhodes. And it was not a threat.” She relaxes a bit. “Just an observation. You originally approached me to be your enforcer. That makes me believe you think there is an actual threat to your well being. As I’ve seen how you treat those who work for you, I’m just saying that one day someone might take up the chance to deal with you. I am merely doing my job warning you of the possibility.”

She sighs. “Granted, since you can call on the likes of Camilla Pazzini to do your work for you, it makes me wonder why do you need me in the first place. Tell me something Mr. Rhodes. How did you manage to get her to Hardware Havoc?”

He tilted his head to her response.

“You are..Oh! I wasn’t offering. I just suggested that maybe you should go fetch some Coffee because it seems like a long day for me if you plan on playing these games. You can be rest assured that your job will be more than just warning me of things. If plan on going with something as vague as that I could just get some Chinese food and have the fortune cookie tell me what’s going on. No, Rosie. You will do more than warn me. You will weed out the unwanted individuals from the roster. You will trim them out of the garden of paradise that is BCW and you will make sure, nothing bad ever happens to me. If I slip up in the shower, stub my toe..or just have a bad dream. I’ll blame you personally. You’ve stood there so many times telling me how you can do this and you could do that..so I’d say now is high time to see just what you can really do. You know the roster, you know the people..and you spend time with them. You will be my eyes and ears, overseeing them as their peer. I know it sounds like a rotten job. Probably not what you expected either but since you do have time to stand there making predictions on what awaits me..I suppose you could use your time better, especially if you expect ME to pay for it.”

He cackles out a laughter and puts his feet on the desk.

“As far as Cammie goes, let’s just say that I am a people person and I have my ways with people. I mean surely you have noticed by now that my personality is just endearingly captivating, it makes me simply irresistible, impossible not to like..that and well if I may so myself. Goddamn modest to boot too. So I reached out to some of my old friends and went through some of your old pals too and to say me and Miss Pazzini are like minded and share some, interests in this business..would be a fair assessment. Which brings me to our next topic. Your opponent for Nitro: Nico Pazzini”

Digesting the info Ricky gives to her, Rose nods. “Understood. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you Mr. Rhodes. You made it perfectly clear what happens if I don’t.” She sighs again. Not the way she expected this to go. “And as far as Nitro goes, you need not to worry. I can handle him. Just tell me, do you want something special out of that match or am I free to do as I please?

Looking at his knuckles Ricky sighs.

“Well, you saw the kid. She’s his cousin..and Nico, is a bit of a stronzo as they say in the old country. That boy is not right in the head and as far as I see it, he is a disgrace to the family name and I assume they know it too but family ties business interests and such make it harder. So I want you to go easy on the kid. I picked you to welcome him to the company because now, I can trust you to do what is best for the company and for you. I am not a bad guy Rose, I’m not. I just have to make sure that the priorities are clear to those who work for me. So I want you to understand where all this is going and what I need you to do, got it?”

She mulls over his words for a while before responding. “Go easy on him. Alright. Just so we are clear. You want me to drop the match?”

He looks at her then back at the table and shakes his head.

“Do I want you to...Jesus Jenkins! DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT TO YOU?! Are you wearing a goddamn wire or do I need to get some crayons and draw you a picture? YES! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! DROP THE MATCH TO THE KID!”

Rose nods. “I understood Mr. Rhodes. I just wanted to make sure so that there is no miscommunications.” She looked Ricky up and down before continuing. “Anything else Mr. Rhodes?”

He looks at her and smiles wearily.

“No, that’s all for now. Go train for that match of yours, get a real suit and..”

He went through his pockets, picking a couple of crispy bills tossing them on the table.

“..and get yourself a bottle of something decent, looks like you could use one.”

Rose takes the bills, picks up the clothes she dumped and turns around, going towards the door. She turns to face Ricky once more before exiting. “I will. Thank you Mr. Rhodes.” Even though her words were thankful, her tone was far from sincere. She couldn’t help it. But before Ricky could react, she had departed.
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Mild Amusement (oncam)

We open up to a familiar sight of Rose Jenkins seated in her lockerroom, wrapping up her fists with tape, preparing for the match at Nitro. She gazes at the camera and shakes her head.

“Shoulda known. I should have known what to expect from the cousin of Cammie, and yet I was taken completely by surprise of just how tasteless piece of trashtalk I just witnessed.”

A small sigh follows, and she shrugs in a disappointed manner.

“Cammie, I thought you had prepared your dear cousin better. I thought you had the foresight to warn him just what might happen. Apparently you didn’t hammer the point home hard enough. So in a way Cammie, what happens in Nitro will be on you”

The last words were delivered with some barely contained malice.

“But before I talk about Nitro, I need to address Hardware Havoc. Some say I got screwed. Some say I got outplayed, and some say they don’t care. Now, you might expect me to go all apeshit and growl and shout how I will get my vengeance yada yada. But the fact remains, I lost. Cammie pinned me 1-2-3. And as per the pre-match contract, I am now working for Mr. Rhodes in a more involved manner. I am a woman of my word, no matter how much I might dislike the arrangement, I will stick to it and do the job to the best of my ability. Why? Because in the end, if you cannot be relied to stick to your word, then what do you have left?”

Rose stands up and stretches, showcasing her full size to the camera, intentionally or not that cannot be said. She then begins to pace back and forth in the lockeroom, talking as she walks.

“The events of Hardware Havoc were extremely lopsided against me, there is no denying it. But really, was there a single soul in the arena who did not expect that? And to the credit of Mr. Rhodes, nobody who didn’t belong in the match interfered in it. It was my own mistake to take my eye out of the ball as Krig and Pooch dealt with someone who wasn’t supposed to be there. And I assure you. I will deal with Frankie eventually.”

Speaking the name of her former associate sends a chill down the spines of anyone watching, as it is spoken with such cold finality that even those who lack imagination can imagine what Frankie is going to be going through.

“Now onto Nitro. Nico Pazzini. You really think you got under my skin with that kind of talk? At best, you’re nothing but a discount Pooch. Guys like you? I ate them for breakfast in Brooklyn.”

Rose chuckles and shakes her head, it is a complete opposite to the reaction people were expecting.

“You go on and on about my trim and whatnot… Kinda ironic that somebody with a dead weasel for a hair tries to insult someone else’s personal grooming. Emphasis on the word tries. You really think you were so damn clever and original with those oh-so-witty lines Nico? I’ve heard em all before. I was a bouncer in Brooklyn for 15 years. I dealt with people like you on a nightly basis. And they always ended up the same, them getting thrown into the curb by me.”

She flexes, finding the memory of those times somewhat funny.

“So yeah. You’re making your debut at BCW. Yeah, you got one helluva name to live up to. But I am Rose Jenkins Nico. No matter who I work for or what my job description is, I do it to the best of my ability. And since you spent such a long time looking at me Nico, no matter how thick you are, you should realize that I am not the kind of a woman you want to piss off.”

She leant towards the camera.

“Besides. You couldn’t handle me. Not that you’d ever get to my league. In the ring or outside it. But if it is a beat down you want, I can deliver it to you.”

Clenching her massive fist to underline her comment, she sports a mean grin on her lips as she continues.

“Cammie, don’t be so surprised. I know you expected me to go all apeshit on poor Nico. But the think is, I learn from my mistakes. I’ve realized that losing my temper only helps my opponent. And it takes a lot more than childish insults of an overgrown teenager to upset me. Now, if he continues on his way in the ring, then I cannot vouch for the results, but as it stands now, I am merely mildly amused. And feeling pity.”

A small shake of the head follows before she continues.

“There will be no pity in Nitro. I got no plan to mangle Nico too bad, Nitro will be only as hard as he himself makes it to be. It’s all up to him.”

She sits back down and we hear her speak once more in a mocking tone.

“Until we meet at the ring Nico… arrivederci.”
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