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| Eating Words; Siobhan vs. Jessica | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 12 2015, 05:48 AM (23 Views) | |
| Post #1 Nov 12 2015, 05:48 AM | Ragnal |
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On camera We fade in to the duo of Legs & Arse, who are filming in front of the Pitt banner, Siobhan holding her half of the Pitt Tag Team Championships over her shoulder, standing while Muirne has her's around the waist, sitting on a folded chair as her knees in a brace, a crutch in one hand and a Yuengling in the other. Muirne: Yanno, this is startin' t'become a thing between us, ain' it lass? Seems like since Blood & Steel Chairs neither of us can go a show without getting' hurt immensely? The leggy one nods her head. Siobhan: Sad but true, darling. Between my ribs getting cracked thanks to a bloody cheerleader spearing me out of the air and Muirne's knee getting destroyed thanks to a rulebreaking bimbo and a ref that doesn't understand the phrase “Look behind you!”, things haven't gone so great for us. Muirne: I mean don' get us wrong, we're still winnin', an' we haven't exactly lost a fight since Happy Hour. Nothin' against our victories, but with our bones breakin' an' such ya gotta wonder how we'll be doin' come our next title defense. She takes a drink from her beer bottle as Siobhan shakes her head, looking at the camera. Siobhan: Thankfully I'm feeling better, my ribs are healed up, and I'm ready to take names this week as I go against Jessica Anderson, who so far is very much the 'star' of this tandem she has with Michelle Taylor. She readjusts the belt on her shoulder. Siobhan: And yes, I use the term star loosely. Because yes, she's accomplished a lot more than Michelle over the years, she's made a name for herself in other companies, and she's finally come out of retirement and jumped into The Pitt to get a taste of the action. But my feelings toward Miss Anderson is that she's only had one match in this company and already she feels like she's above everyone else. Muirne: Ain't THAT the truth... Siobhan: And I should prolly be quakin' in me boots just because she's had more experience, more time in this sport than I do, but I've been puttin' a lotta hard work in these last few weeks, an' in me first singles fight I'm not about ta let'er push me over so easily! The leggy redhead's Scottish accent begins to grow thicker as she gets more upset. Siobhan: But there's a lotta things I find funny about you, Jessie. Fer starters, yer 'partner' Michelle is going to be in yer corner tonight while Muirne's in mine. But there's this odd absence of yerself from Michelle's fight that I don't quite get. Where were you when she needed you, but she's there fer you in yer own fight? She chuckles. Siobhan: I'd almost get this idea that, much like anyone else that's known Michelle fer more than two seconds, you'd understandably not want to have much t'do with 'er save for becomin' the next Pitt Tag Team Champions! I mean...Muirne an' meself have only seen so much from 'er these last few weeks, but thanks to some close relations with FFW talent an' staff, we've heard SO many stories. But...none o' that is relevant here. Muirne: I mean, technically it is, lass. Don't ya recall a few of the things she said last week? Siobhan: Ah, right...she did say a few things that got me a bit stirred, didn't she? Again the Scotswoman laughs. Siobhan: First of all, yer talk about how you held them up fer ransom. I've heard it that Cody an' them have wanted you in FFW fer some time, but to ransom them? Up yer arse with it! Pointing her thumb up, she pumps it straight in the air. Siobhan: Second, I'm not likin' this talk about you bein' the 'uncrowned' Pitt Tag Champions, seein' as how things aren't lookin' so hot fer yer tag partner what with Muirne endin' 'er undefeated streak AND showin' 'er up after the fanny baws smacks 'erself in the 'ead with 'er own chair! Muirne's eyes widen. She couldn't believe what she was hearing her partner saying. Siobhan: Which brings me to me third point: You win one fight where ye were randomly put t'gether in a match where the jungle girl lost her way through th'Amazon, the injured half of Party Militia takes 'er place voluntarily, an' y'act like you worked so well together when yer only cooperation was one submission move at the end? An' after everyone finds out that yer win lead to a title shot, y'act all high an' mighty about it by considerin' yerselves 'uncrowned' champions while also claimin' after one fight, ONE fight, an' ya think yer friends? Ye claim there's not ONE match the lotta ya haven't lost as a team after just ONE fight?! The Scot takes a deep breath. Siobhan: There's a lot about yer words that make me suspicious about you and yer intentions, Ms. Anderson. An' at the next Pitt show, I'm plannin' t'make ya eat those words! C'mon, Muirne! She helps the Irish tomboy to her knees, resting her arm over her shoulder until Muirne has the crutch under her properly, her bad knee lifted the whole time. Siobhan: This week...it's time we Leg Up... Muirne: An' KICK SOME ARSE! With that, the two walk off, and the scene fades out. |
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