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| Training Montage; L&A vs. M&S | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 25 2015, 09:58 PM (92 Views) | |
| Post #1 Sep 25 2015, 09:58 PM | Ragnal |
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[The scene opens with the trio of Molly O'Hatherine, Siobhan McAdams, and Muirne Butler in their usual civilian attire, walking up towards a large derelict building deep in the steel mill district of old Pittsburgh. Walking up to the door, Molly grabs the large and heavy old couch blocking it and shoves it aside. She dusts her hands off and steps inside.] Molly: This, ladies, is me second home. Nobodae' even knows this place exists, save a few of yer citae' explorer types. I've set it up as kind of a trainin' spot ta' keep me skills up. [Muirne and Siobhan give the building a quick look over, the Irish one being quite impressed while the taller Scot appears worrisome] Siobhan: Right, I'm out. Muirne: What? C'mon, Sheev! [The tomboy grabs Siobhan's arm before she turns to walk off. ] Siobhan: Look at how deteriorated this building is, Muirne! These're the kinds of settings you expect t'find Jason or Jacob Goodnight in waitin' t'kill you! [Molly pokes her head out of the doorway.] Molly: Seriouslae'? It'll be fine. I've slept here overnight a few times. Tha' windows are still mostlae' intact and tha' buildin' is solid. [She steps back out with the two.] Molly: ...and besides, if there were a problem like that, I wouldnae' even be here. I'd probablae' told ya' tha' horror storrae' about runnin' me tiny arse off ta' get away from tha' big bad fawker. Muirne nudges at Siobhan with a smile. Muirne: What I tell ya, lass? Nothin' t'worry about. Siobhan: All right, fine. The two members of Legs & Arse step inside along with Molly, looking about the building. Muirne: So these'll be our trainin' grounds, eh? Whatcha got in mind fer us t'day? [Molly slips the backpack off her shoulder and sets up a tripod and a small Go Pro camera, facing it towards the open space of the first floor. We see various training dumbies, a large pile of cinder blocks, hanging makeshift and repaired punching bags and speed bags, a scavenged weight bench that's clearly been duct taped one too many times, as well as a fair pile of various weights and a couple bar bells.] Molly: First, I figured I'd do somethin' fer ye' that I've done fer meself a few times. I tend to record me sessions and watch them back each night, seein' where I can improve here n' there. [She stops for a second, giving her right arm a bit of a wringing.] Molly: Oye, me arm still is givin' me a bit of a conniption from the other day, so if I do any demonstrations with me arm, it'll be tha' left. [The Ginger Ninja stands up and cracks her knuckles.] Molly: As fer tha' plan, we'll be introducin' ye' ta' what Rorae' Fitzpatrick referred to as tha' basics. [A big smile crosses her face.] Molly: Ya' readae'? Muirne: Hells yeah, I'm ready! The Irish brawler looks pumped up for this, while the leggy redhead looks concerned. Siobhan: Er, the basics? What does someone like him consider 'basic', if I might ask? [Molly just chuckles and flicks the switch on the camera. The audio feed muting out as "One More Day Above the Roses" by Gaelic Storm plays. We immediately cut to a shot of Muirne squatting with a modest sized cinder block pressed between both of her hands. Immediately it slips from her grip and crashes to the floor. Molly immediately walks into the frame with another block for Muirne to lift, who angrily tries again.] #I'm done with you begrudgers! [Molly executes a wall run and leaps off to hit a target on a haystack with both feet and land on a floor mat.] #You pushers and you shovers! [Siobhan looks at Molly like she's lost her mind, looking back and forth between the wall and the makeshift target.] #The scurrying, the worrying, [Siobhan runs towards the wall and gets a few steps up before slipping down, but miraculously landing on her feet.] #I'm goin’ to have some fun! [A shot of Muirne now attempting a dropkick and getting her feet a few inches off the ground before landing on her side with a curse from her lips.] #Well I was born very young, I grew up in me cradle, [We see Molly standing side by side, demonstrating a proper punch on a bag. She goes move by move, explaining the subtle nuance of how to execute it. Siobhan nods her head. She then unloads an expert hard jab that rocks the bag.] #Chances are, that when I die, it will be of something fatal. [Another shot of Muirne squatting and lifting a heavy cinder block and dropping it with a curse.] #So if you see me running, keep up by my side, [Siobhan attempts another wall run and falls on the padded floor but first with a bit of a laugh.] #That hurricane’s a coming, and there ain't no place to hide! [Another Dropkick attempt by Muirne gets a little higher, entering lower orbit knee shot trajectory.] #Get your own life this one’s mine, [We get a clip of Muirne popping open a bottle of beer as Molly to walks into the frame. Without missing a beat she takes it and downs it. Muirne grumbles a bit...] #and stuff it, where, the sun don’t shine! [A quick barrage of Siobhan doing different punches on a punching bag. Molly talking to her the entire time with words of encouragement and instruction.] #I'm done with you begrudgers! [More shots of Muirne attempting dropkick after dropkick. She was clearly getting angrier and angrier with each try.] #You pushers and you shovers! [A quickie of Siobhan hopping forward with a forward flip onto her hands and twisting immediately into a cartwheel. Muirne whistles and claps her hands with approval.] #The scurrying, the worrying, [Muirne talks with Molly, who pats her on the shoulder and gives her further encouragement.] #I'm goin' to have some fun! [We then see shot after shot of Molly in a variety of locations; sitting on a crate, leaning against a wall, standing, seated on the floor, and even by a punching bag with Siobhan practicing jabs. In each of these shots, she's drinking one of Muirne's beers, a rapid fire total of roughly twenty four, but the indication is that several of them were drank in one day, judging by Molly's lack of attire change in several of the shots. The audio comes back on the last one as she belches a bit, one eye drooping slightly. We can see the evening sun setting over the horizon. The music enters a bit of a looped pattern, softening so that they could be heard talking clearly.] Molly: Ok...ooooohhhkkkaaaeee... I think we're done for tha' day. Let's crash and come back fresh n' fit as a fawkin' fiddle tha' next mornin'. Same time as always, O' dark fawk mae' thirtae'! [She then tosses the bottle with a bit of a chuckle. She then gathers up her pack and slings it over her shoulder, almost tossing it to over herself to the floor.] Muirne: Fine by me, urgh... [The Irish redhead groans, feeling aches in her muscles from the training they had done.] Muirne: I knew Ol' Fitzpatrick was a stiffun, but I never thought it'd be THIS stiff... Siobhan: Bah, yer just not flexible enough... [She says this, of course, just as she's rubbing her back. ] Muirne: Yeh yeh...so where y'off to, lass? Home? Ya mind if we crash fer the night? Seems like it'd be the kindly thing t'do after takin' a twenty four pack... [She grumbles the last part loudly. Molly smiles brightly at Muirne.] Molly: Well, if ye'd listen and not bring 'em, I wouldnae' drink 'em. Heh heh heh... Though at least yer not a fan of that Pabst shyte. Cheap beer is just nae' good! Muirne: 'Ey, I don' just go 'round talkin' about Yuenglings fer nothin', lass. [She then walks over to the two women and hurls her arms around their necks, bringing them in close.] Molly: We'll go tae' my place. I've got a fold out couch in tha' livin' room and netflix, what more could ye' ask fer? [Molly giggles and starts to walk with them, Siobhan's hand reaching out to grab the camera as they pass it, the scene quickly turning to black. Almost as quickly the scene fades in to Molly's bed, where the Ginger Ninja is seen sleeping. There's whispers being heard off camera as the sun has barely risen. ] Muirne: Ya ready, lass? Siobhan: I'm still a bit worried about this. Muirne: Nothin' ta fear, Sheev. Besides we owe 'er this fer takin' all my lagers! Siobhan: Fine...but can you at least put your- Muirne: Nope. [The camera zooms out to show just how wide Molly's bed is as she sleeps in the middle. Molly's only half covered by her blankets, arms stretched across either side of the bed and snoring loudly. From what we see, she's wearing a wife beater tanktop that barely hides anything from view, showing off much of her freckled, athletic upper body. On either side of her crawls on a looks-to-be-naked Muirne (who gets under the covers well enough to hide her private parts) and a still in her Pjs Siobhan, who wraps her arm around the sleeping Molly. Both girls of Legs & Arse nestle up to her, closing their eyes to pretend they're asleep. Muirne notices Molly's hand start to travel down her arm, the red haired woman clearly still in deep sleep. Her brow furrows a bit as her other hand discovers Siobhan. A soft murmur passing her lips.] [With their eyes still shut, the other redheads stifle their laughs, trying not to ruin their little bit of fun with their trainer. Muirne manages to let out a moan as she enjoys Molly's hand rubbing down her skin.] [It was that and the combination of finding Muirne's right breast with her fingertips beneath the blanket that Molly snaps awake. She looks directly at Muirne with widened eyes.] [As if on cue when her breast is touched, Muirne's eyes spring open, a flirty smile on her lips] Muirne: Mmm, that was a fun night we had, eh lass? [She pecks Molly's nose as Siobhan lifts her head off the bed, also smiling] Siobhan: Did you like that extra little thing I did, Miss Molly? [Molly sits up in a flash, breathing rapidly. She starts immediately counting aloud...] Molly: One plus two plus one plus one plus... Fawk I didn't have that mannae' beers! Tha' Fawk?! [...She checks herself over real quick, noting the distinct lack of a bra under her shirt and the fact that her shorts weren't exactly all the way up to her hips. Molly quickly yanks them up.] Molly: What did I do? I havenae' blacked out like this since I was fifteen! Twentae' three beers has ne'er done this to me! [Molly then leans forward and runs her fingers through her hair.] Molly: ...I didnae'... ya' know... with me tongue... yer naughtae' bits... all that... did I? Muirne: Oh GOSH, didja lass! You were practically sucking diesel! [Siobhan nods, smiling as she runs her fingers across Molly's shoulder. ] Siobhan: It was like heaven...you practically ran Muirne's well dry after that. Muirne: Mmm, I'll say she did. [The Irish one raises her eyebrow at Molly while flashing a toothy grin. Siobhan meanwhile covers her mouth to muffle a laugh. Molly groans and shakes her head.] Molly: That's it... that's it... fawkin' booze turned me into a bloodae' Lesbian. Fawkin' shyte is evil ya' know. Nothin' wrong with tha' lifestyle n' all that, but it's true what they say. Wine's fine, liqour's quicker... fawk... [She then sighs softly.] Molly: Coulda' been worse. Coulda' got drunk at a bar with some fawkin' uglae' as fawk bull dyke types that make men question their manliness I suppose. Oye, what a nightmare that would have been ta' wake up tae'! [A soft, meek chuckle passes through her lips. She falls back into the bed and stares up at the ceiling.] Molly: ...I'm not even attracted tae' women! Again, no offense meant... [Muirne shrugs.] Muirne: Meh. None taken, lass. I've heard it all before. [Still smiling, she pats Molly's shoulder before whispering in her ear.] Muirne: Just ah...remember this th' next time ya try stealin' me lagers, ya got me? [She pecks the Ginger Ninja's cheek before hopping out of the bed, Siobhan finally letting out a good laugh before rolling out herself. Sudden realization dawns on the Ginger Ninja and she shoots a narrow gaze as she lifts her head, noticing the camera. She then sits up and glares at Muirne.] Molly: Oh you fawkin' betch..... [She suddenly darts out of bed with a pillow in hand, a yelp heard off camera as several pillow blows are heard.] Molly: ...I'll show you tae' trick me! Siobhan: I'll save you! [Siobhan walks past the camera with a pillow of her own and a big grin. A loud *FWHUMP* heard followed by giggling mad laughter by Molly and the two women as an off camera pillow fight insues!] #So, give it over, take a break. [We're back in the old building, Muirne lifting the cinderblock from the squat. She releases and drops, this time catching it with a big grin. A quick shot of Molly giving her a thumbs up!] #Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache. [Once, twice, three times, Siobhan runs up the wall, on the third try she springs off, throwing both feet forward, but falling inches from the target. Molly's right there, giving her pointers. Siobhan nods her head as she listens.] #To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners; [Muirne gets a running start and jumps, both arms flailing as she hits the dummy target with both feet, knocking it over. She gets up with disbelief written on her face. Molly gives her a thumbs up and claps her hands together.] #Here's to one more day above the roses! [Muirne starts to drink a beer, but Molly snatches it, drinking only half. She then hands it back to her and pats her shoulder. Muirne smiles and downs the remainder.] #All that shmoozin' and the boozin', will catch up with you they say, [We see Siobhan now lifting a barbell strapped with at least one hundred pounds of weight. Muirne of course is spotting her. She goes to lift it and immediately Muirne has to stop it from falling and choking Siobhan. Molly stands nearby and nods her head.] #At least that's what them old ones, they told me everyday. [The scene repeats with a seventy pound setup.] #So I quit just like they said, stopped everything that’s bad, [Then fifty, then thirty and at thirty, Siobhan is able to lift them with a bit of a struggle. Molly nods slowly and taps her chin.] #‘Twas the worst twenty minutes that I’ve ever had! [Next is a shot of Muirne, squatting with a different barbell in front of her, loaded with roughly one hundred and fifty pounds of weight. She lifts it off the floor, Siobhan cheering her on as she throws it up on her shoulders. Her face is instantly red as she pushes herself to a stand. She then lowers back down and repeats.] #It's not the cough that carries you off, [We see Muirne lift five more times before lifting the barbell up and tossing it down on the floor in front of her. She flexes her arms at Siobhan who makes swooning gestures. Molly laughs and claps.] #It's the coffin, they, carry you off in! [A quick shot of Muirne, Siobhan, and Molly clinking beers, followed by the three downing them and slinging them to the floor.] #Work like you don't need money, don't know how much things cost. [Cut to Siobhan working over a speed bag with moderately quick strong jabs.] #Love like you've never been hurt, love like you've never lost. [We then see Muirne and Siobhan hug each other, their faces inches apart. Molly just off camera looking at the camera while jokingly poking a finger in her mouth and making disgusted looks.] #Dance like no one’s watching, as often as you can, [Next is Siobhan chain wrestling with Molly. There's grace and even a bit of elegance as the two move in slow motion concert, Mel talking her throw counters and joint lock escapes.] #And when you drink, drink like, you're a true-blood Irishman! [Muirne hits a standing dropkick, though not beautiful to watch, it's definitely effective as the standing target brakes in half. Molly raises a fist with a triumphant yell!] #Live every day like it's your last, [A shot of the three of them with arms locked together, kick dancing their way through the steel mill ruins as the orange glow of the evening sun is cast over and through the various old and gutted buildings.] #They're going by, way too fast! [Siobhan runs along the wall once more, hitting a picture perfect dropkick with a bit of a flared spin. She lands on her side, rolls to her feet and goes for a running clothesline on Molly, who ducks and puts her in a rear waistlock.] #You langers and you loons! [Molly backbridges and Siobhan manages to flip out of the hold and lands behind her in a low crouch.] #You bankers and buffoons! [She gets to her feet and Molly claps her hands with a big smile on her face.] #The liars, the pariahs, [A shot now of Muirne and Molly going move for move, though far less gracefully.] #You can keep the bloody lot! [Muirne twists and turns out of a series of wristlocks, only to surprise Molly with a hard slap across her rear. Molly yelps and jumps, then turns to face Muirne with an arched brow while rubbing her rear. The Irish woman offers a cheeky grin and shrugs. Siobhan gives Muirne a flat stare and then the three share a laugh together.] #So, give it over, take a break. [We now see Siobhan lifting a fifty five pound barbell, struggling as she does so. One, two, three lifts.] #Shut yer hole! You're causing my poor heart to ache. [Four, Five, Six. Muirne works a speedbag with taped fists.] #To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners; [Seven, Eight, Nine. Molly and Muirne fire off dropkicks at one another, the bottoms of their feet connecting as Muirne's arms flail in the air.] #Here's to one more day above the roses! [Ten... Ellllleevvveeennn... Twelve!] #Here's to one more day above the roses! [Soibhan pushes the fifty five pound barbell up a thirteenth... fourteenth time.] #Here's to one more day above the roses! [Then a fifteenth and one... more... push.. Sixteen reps! She drops the barbell on rack, panting for breath. The music dies as the scene immediately cuts to the three of them sitting at a booth together in a rather nice restaurant, dressed a bit more formally. Molly sports the black suit and tie she wore when first meeting Sebastian DeBlanc before signing the dotted line to join the Pitt. Next to her is Soihban in a simple, yet elegant little black dress, a jeweled gold chain around her neck, and wrist bracelets. With her arm around Soibhan's shoulders is Muirne seated on the otherside, herself wearing a gray suit with a blue button down under the jacket. There is a bottle of chilled wine in an ice bucket, the three of them each with a nice piece of stem ware in their hands, Muirne spinning the glass in her hands as she stares at it.] Muirne: The wine is nice an' all, but I've really been fixin' on some beer. Molly: I'm not sure an establishment as fancy as this would be servin' the stuff. [Muirne sighs with disappointment.] Molly: But, you two've been doin' well enough in yer trainin'. So I'll buy you a twelve pack tomorrow, make up for half of what I owe you. The rest'll come after the trainin' for the PPV. Deal? [This causes the Irish woman to grin.] Muirne: Yer speakin' my language, lass. I like that. Siobhan: You really want to encourage her, Miss Molly? [The Ginger Ninja shrugs.] Molly: Encourage, nah. But she does deserve a reward o' some sort. An' don't get me wrong, Siobhan, you've been doing well yerself with the springboard ability an' better liftin'. Muirne's been gettin' better with chain wrestlin' and 'er leg strength is gettin' there. Grapple and reflexes are better too. It's jus' that yer lass here is better with figurin' out how to treat 'er for such good work than you. [The leggy redhead lets out a deep breath, nodding her head.] Siobhan: It's fine, Miss Molly. I really don't need anything, but thank you. Just helpin' us get better at our craft is all you give us, you don't have to give any further than that. Molly: Well...if you insist, lass. [Molly reaches for the wine bottle, pouring herself and Siobhan more in their glass. She watches Siobhan take a sip of her drink while Muirne has her arm wrapped around her, finding it oddly cute.] Molly: So 'ere's somethin' I was wonderin' about the two of you. What brought ya both to the states? Muirne: Simply cuz me an' my dear sister wanted to. Nothin' long an' complicated, just that we could. Molly: Hold the phone! You have a sister? [Muirne nods, reaching for her phone to pull out a picture of a tall, fit blonde that looks to be about Siobhan's height.] Muirne: Kathryn Butler, me younger sister. Don't mind the hair, she wanted to try dyin' it blonde fer a while. She's got mum's looks but she got dad's height, all right. Molly: Interesting. Any other family members in the business, Muirne? Muirne: Ehhh, they'll pop up when they pop up. It's a lot like them Ayanos I keep hearin' about. [Molly nods.] Molly: And what about you, Siobhan? What brings someone from the modelin' world with no experience into the business? Siobhan: Oh, that was, well... Muirne: S'all right, Sheev, you don't hafta tell 'er. Siobhan: No, she does deserve to know... [The Scotswoman takes in a deep breath before she begins.] Siobhan: When I was younger I went out to Perthshire, St. Fillian's to be exact, for a modelin' audition. An' after I had gotten out to speak to th' judges, this one in particular was lookin' at me all funny. He actually approached me an' said...an' said he wanted to sleep with me. An' me, you know, I just wasn't into getting my career started like that, so I refused. He asks me again, this time TELLIN' me that he has influence all across Europe an' he would make certain I never get my career off the ground unless I did these things with 'im. But I stood my ground. I firmly tell him 'no' an' he yells at me. Calls me these horrible names, and the next thing I know...I'm blackballed from modelin' within the continent. [Molly shakes her head at this, disgusted.] Molly: Whoever did that was a fawkin' idiot, just so ya' know. Tha' revenue from yer photo shoots woulda' been prettae' great. Ye'd have been paid, he'd have been paid and all would've been happae'. People like that are a fawkin' nuisance to tha' world they are. Siobhan: Thanks, Miss Molly. I'm glad you agree with me on that. But my parents, they were adamant about getting' into modelin', not fer their own sake but because they knew it was my dream. So they helped out where they could, I got a job as a waitress at the local taverns, an' when I had the funds I moved stateside. [There's a small smirk on Siobhan's lips, giving the Ginger Ninja some faint hope.] Siobhan: But then I had similar problems over here. Not just the blokes thinkin' that they can have a shag with me to promise me a career, but then others were sayin' I was too tall or not skinny enough or TOO skinny, and it just...it blew my self-esteem up. So I went back to the bars. [She nudges her head at the tomboy.] Siobhan: That there's when I met Muirne, stumblin' outta the pub like the drunkard she is. Muirne: 'Ey now! [This causes the Scotswoman to chuckle.] Siobhan: Oh, I remember how it went down. I look down at 'er and ask if she's okay. Her response? “Did it hurt, lass?” “I think I need to be askin' you that.” “When ya fell from heaven.” [Muirne groans, remembering that all too well.] Siobhan: So I pick her up, take her back to my place and bandage her up because she looks like she was in a scuffle, which she was. Then she tells me about wantin' to be a wrestler, an' she thinks I'd be the perfect eye candy for her. This was before we actually started dating, believe it or not. Molly: Really? How DID the two of ya end up a couple? Muirne: S'long story, not really important. Siobhan: So I agreed when she tells me about joinin' Pitt, but once she got a look at the tag belts, she wanted them more than even the regular title. So she trains me a bit, assurin' me that I won't be in the ring fer too long, an' here we are. Molly: Quite the tale ya got there, lass. But more respect for tryin' at least. [With that, Molly holds her stemware up, prompting Legs & Arse to do so as well. Molly: We'll be continuin' trainin' tomorrow until the next show, but I want you to know that I'm proud of yer progress. And I think that you'll be showin' Mercy & Sin that they picked the wrong team to mess with in the Pitt. So here's to progress. Muirne & Siobhan: To progress! [They clink their glasses together, continuing on with their dinner, and we fade out from here. ** The ladies of Legs & Arse are standing in front of the banner for The Pitt, each of them holding their Pitt Tag Team Championship belt. Muirne is rubbing her neck, while Siobhan looks as chipper as one could be. Muirne: So believe it or not, lads and lasses, we've been a bit busy the last coupla days. Got ourselves a teacher showin' us how t'actually wrestle like, well, wrestlers. Siobhan: Aye, and it's been as grueling a process as one could imagine. And I know that some of you might find it a shock that despite being the Pitt's TRUE first tag champs, we're still learning the ropes as they come to us. Muirne: I mean let's be fair, compared to all these wee lassies here we're still rookies. We're in our prime. We're not th' most perfect o' fighters, but if we want us t'ave a long decent reign with these here belts, we gotta be at th' top of our game! The Irish tomboy takes a moment to smirk as she holds up her half of the championships. Siobhan: Especially given the challenge we have going on ahead of us this week. Muirne: Too true, Sheev. See, it seems some new folk to th' Pitt decided they were gonna cause a ruckus an' shake things up a bit in their own special way. Siobhan: And given when they decided to get their arses involved, I can't say either of us is too happy. Not only did they interrupt our celebration to becoming the Pitt Tag Team Champions, but they caused their own little piece of chaos also. Muirne: Not only did they interrupt our big victory, but they attack a ref, powerbomb me into the ring, and THEN they hit Sheev with that powerbomb and headscissor combo! An' lemme tell ya, I was NOT a happy Irish gal when that went down. This time Siobhan grabs her neck, grunting. Siobhan: Speaking of which, we went to the doctors to have them check on my neck. So far so good. It wasn't anything TOO severe, but they did advise I not do anything to keep it from breaking. Muirne: So naturally ya screwed them and did th' trainin' we did. Siobhan: Aye... The leggy Scot sighs while Muirne shakes her head, smiling. Muirne: Neh, it's fine, lass. I'm jus' watchin' out fer ya. Siobhan: Well that's at least appreciated. Muirne: So anyway, these Sin & Mercy girls...quite the riot they created not too long ago. They made their presence known, that much is true. Went right fer us, th' newly crowned tag champs, and decided they were gonna screw us over just ta make a name fer themselves! The redheaded Scotswoman nods her head. Siobhan: Safe to say that neither Muirne or I are welcome to that. Beating up an opponent, fine. Beating people up after they just went through a contest and are already too tired to keep going? Not so great. Muirne: Oooh, but now th' stakes are really raised, lassies. Because this week on Th' Pitt brings us a bit of a revenge piece, where we take on S&M under Hardcore rules! Crossing her arms, Muirne smirks at the camera, only for it to fade as she gives it some more thought. Muirne: That's not exactly a phrase ya can chant, is it? S&M? Siobhan: No, Muirne, pretty sure it's M&S, but let's not distract ourselves from what we're going on about. We have an opportunity to show we earned these Pitt tag belts, and this is the best way to show we're capable of beating anyone. The Scot stares at the camera, not taking her eyes off it as she expresses seriousness. Siobhan: Although I AM a bit nervous about that larger woman. Muirne: I don't fault ya, Sheev. That woman looks like she could squash us flatter'n a pancake. She damn near did, too, just from how high up she took either of us. Siobhan: Too true... The leggy Scot sighs, readjusting her title belt over her shoulder. Siobhan: What scares me a bit is that this is Hardcore rules. Essentially meaning anything goes, no tag ins, it's an all out melee. Something my partner here knows all too much about. Muirne: Aye, that I do. The Irish redhead crosses her arms proudly. Siobhan: But this same environment was what cost us the Pitt tag titles the first go around. I'd like to think our strategy of Muirne kicking arse and I pick up the scraps worked well last time, but now we need to work on a new strategy. Muirne: You go after the cheerleader, I doddle about with the Rock Biter until she gets winded? Siobhan: Might not be a bad idea, save for one other factor in this match up. Muirne: Ah, right...Kash. She groans, rolling her eyes at the thought of that name. Muirne: That woman TRULY was born with a silver spoon in 'er mouth, wasn't she? Walks into any company an' thinks she can buy it like that. Pitt's still getting' off the ground, lady, ya think ya'd wait a while longer before tryin' to spend that hard not-on-fire cash! Siobhan: Aye. It's bad enough to know that Angel is in the finals for the Pitt Championship itself. But now she has these two as her hired goons at her side, and she's lookin' to offer 'em help against us. This causes Muirne to shake her head. Muirne: I find it funny. Kash seems to be the typa hoor that'd be hidin' behind these gowls, an' now that the odds're in her favor she's assistin' 'em? Don't seem fair t'me! Siobhan: Something we learned at the start of all this, of course, is how little anything is fair. When we thought we had Happy Hour, we lost. When we FINALLY win the tag belts, we get smushed. Now watch as we get some sort of humiliation coming out of THIS fight! Muirne: Fortunately for us, ya gobdaws, we got ourselves some trainin', not t'mention our own little mentor. Siobhan: So this week, we're super focused. We promise we'll be showing everything we've learned since the last Pitt show, no sneak attacks, no tricks... As Siobhan continues talking, Muirne reaches into her pants' back pocket, pulling out a small beer bottle. Grinning sneakily, she prepares to twist the top off, only for Siobhan to swipe the bottle away without turning to her tag partner. Siobhan: Completely sober... Muirne: Aw, c'moooon! As the shorter redhead pouts, Siobhan points the neck of the bottle at the camera. Siobhan: And we'll be showin' ye ladies just why we're the Pitt tag champions. THAT, we can promise! The tomboy sighs. Muirne: Yeh, so I won't be on anythin' this week. It's gonna be a bit hard, getting' used t' bein' sober fer fights, but 'ey, we did well against th' Party Militia, we can do it again! S&M, with yer weird Lollipop Chainsaw fetish an' yer Cookie Monster impersonations, we're hittin' hard an' hittin' fast. Ladies...let's get ready to KICK SOME ARSE! Hoisting her title back over her shoulder, Muirne leads Siobhan off camera, and we fade out. |
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