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| A Thousand Ways To Say 'Dumbass'. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 26 2015, 07:19 PM (25 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 26 2015, 07:19 PM | Ragnal |
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The scene fades in to the filming area backstage in the Pitt arena, where we see Muirne Butler pacing back and forth, a look of annoyance on her face as she holds the Pitt Tag Team Championship over her shoulder. In the background by the Pitt banner is Siobhan McAdams, who is sitting on a steel chair as she holds her arms over her ribs. Muirne: Blood & Steel Chairs...hoo was that ever a grand ol' time! Not only did we an' M&S leave the floor with flitters o' table shrapnel, but everyone practically left the show in hames! Siobhan: She means a mess... The leggy redhead grunts, holding her ribs again. Muirne: By golly, lookit me tag partner! Lookit our friend an' mentor Moll! The Ginger Ninjer's not only gonna be out fer a long time, though we wish 'er a speedy recovery, but after what Siobhan went through to remain tag champs alongside meself? She's a mess! Her ribs are all bandaged up thanks ta the most emo valley girl I ever met! Siobhan: I'll be fine... Muirne smirks at the camera as Siobhan grunts again. Muirne: Says the lesser experienced one of us in takin' pain. Shaking her head, the Irish tomboy turns back to her tag partner. Muirne: I know y'ain't as shy an' cowardly as ya were before, lass, but have a kip! Ya earned it after that spear from the danglin' title! With a sigh, Siobhan simply nods, allowing Muirne to turn attention back to the audience. Muirne: Point is that the first ever Pitt PPV was fulla surprises. From the crownin' of champs to seein' the other lassies go the distance to put an end to some feuds or claim bigger prizes, we pulled out th' stops an' showed everyone a good what fer! Siobhan nods in the background, trying her best to smile through the pain. Muirne: An' as anyone can clearly see, Sheev an' I still hold the Pitt Tag Team Championships! Thank LORD, though! Coulja imagine if'n Bride o' tha Quarterback nabbed yer belt, lass?! I'd be in hell! Siobhan: Just be glad you aren't... The leggy Scot tries to laugh, but growls from the pain it brings. Muirne approaches Siobhan, putting her hand on her shoulder to relax her. Muirne: Easy lass, breathe, breathe... Slowly, Siobhan follows her instructions. Siobhan: I'll be so glad when my ribs aren't in pain anymore! Muirne: Which is why y'aren't wrestlin' this fight, lass! I'm goin' at it one on one with...ah, wait. Sorry, din' quite get ta make tha point I wanted. The butch redhead wags her finger at the camera. Muirne: As far as shocks and amazement go fer Blood & Steel Chairs, none was more of a gobsmack than the openin' fight, Michelle Taylor an' Jessica Anderson against Rebecca Kelly an', well, Erica Smith, seein' as the jungle lass was nowhere ta be found. She shrugs. Muirne: Th' short of it is that Taylor an' Anderson are next in line fer our belts, an' we get to have a fight one-on-one to gain a mental advantage over th' other before that big title fight! So who do I get? None other than th' hard neck of this duo, Michelle Taylor. Sighing, Muirne hangs her head low as she shakes it back and forth. Muirne: Now truth be told, I couldn'ae given a horse's arse about this woman before this fight an' their contendership win. But it seems ta me that she felt the same way about 'er own partner not too long ago. Sayin' stuff t'Anderson like “Oy, don' get in me way, lass! I dun' care about ya, lass! I'm gonna net me th' win, lass!” But the second ye win against Party Militia, yer actin' like the two of ya were the best o' lassies by comin' up with team names as if ye were suckin' diesel before Blood & Steel Chairs ever happened! I mean, nobody can form a friendship that quickly, can they? Goin' from a shower o' savages to bosom buddies in nothin' flat! 'Tis the horse's hoof is what it is! Siobhan: That's a new one. Muirne: But tha way I'm seein' it, Michelle, an' from what me dear ol' sister Kathryn an' our friend Kassidy tell us thanks to bein' at some other place, yer a few pints short of a pack. A bogtrotter, if'n ye will. A scrubber, a scanger, a big ol' dope, in case yer not gettin' it in yer head what I'm tryin' ta say here! And come this next edition o' The Pitt, I'll be makin' sure that it gets through that thick head o' yer's! Oich mhaith, lass! And with that, Muirne walks over to Siobhan, helping her slowly out of the chair and assisting her off camera as we fade out. |
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