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Shanel White vs The Gladiator; No.1 Contendership For No Limits Trophy
Topic Started: Mar 3 2008, 08:19 PM (72 Views)
Glen Greeney
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Both of you guys in this match have shown some decent stuff in recent weeks. Im sure alot of people will be watching this match closely.
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The Gladiator
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*OOC* Sorry for this being so late. For one I had a busy week, and for second...umm well...i bouth Battlefield2 Modren Warfare.....got me hooked. And sorry for it bing so short. Second one will be longer. Sorry.


.:Arriving Home:.

(The plane just landed at Orlando International and The Gladiator also just got done with a big glass of chocolate milk. The landing was a nice soft one to where you could hardly fill it. The plane cames to a stop at one of the gates. One of the ladies on the flight goes over and opens up the door as people are getting up and raching for there stuff in there cargo area above them. The Gladiator gets up and also reaches for his stuff. He pulls it down and waits in the steady line moving out of the plane. A few moments later he is walking the the hall way to the waiting area in the airport. He makes his way into a area that is semi full with people. He puts down his bags for a second and reaches up in the air to stretch. He reaches down again and picks up his bagage. He then countinues walking through the mass of people to the doors that lead out into the world. He walks out side to the noise of cars running and horns honking. He goes to the curb to where a taxi is waiting for someone to get it. The Gladiator opens the door and throws his stuff in and then he follows by shutting the door.)

Taxi Driver: WHere to?

Gladiator: 4505 Old Goldenrod Rd. please.

Taxi Driver: Alright. (He looks back at Gladiator) Hey, arnt you the guy in HcW who fought Tyke Index and Snakebite for the championship last weekend?

Yeah that was me The Gladiator said as the Taxi driver looks forward again and starts to move the car i the slow traffic.

Taxi Driver: I just wanted to say you put one hell of showing. You almost had it, but it just wasnt your night.

Gladiator: Nope, but I know some time down the road ill get another match for the championship. Its just a matter of time.

(By this time they have got out of the slow traffic and into the steady traffic merging onto the interstate.)

Taxi Driver: Sure, but what about your record? I mean, you havent won a match yet in HcW.

Gladitor: Yeah i know this. But you know, i think my time is next Monday on Hell.

Taxi Driver: Why do you say that?

Gladiator: Well, for one, im sick of losing my matches, and second im facing a women. Shanel White, i guess her name is.

Taxi Driver: Who, the girl who lost to Howard for the No Limets Trophy.

Gladiator: Yeah thats her. We are in a match for a number one contenders for that No Limets Trophy.

Taxi Driver: That makes no sence, She lost last week and no she might get another chance?

Gladiator: Yeah, she is, but there is no way im going to let that happen. I mean, I cant. Look at me, then look at her. Im seven feet tall and almost four hundred pounds, and she is like five foot nothing and hundred pounds soaking wet.

Taxi Driver: No kidding! But you know, stranger things have happend in wrestling rings.

Gladiator: Well, im not going to let it happen. I cant. If i lost this week, i may just have to call it quits.

Taxi Driver: WHy the hell would you do that? I made it to the big main event for the single title that means everything to every single wrestler backstage. If you gave up, you would be a fool. But thats just me.

Gladiator: Yeah Maybe.

(The Gladiator just kinda shruggs as the Taxi driver pulls up to the front door of The Gladiator. He raches into his pocket and pulls out some money and gives it to the driver. He says thanks and gets out of the car with with stuff. The car drives away as The Gladiator stands looking at his house.)
Gladiator: Just maybe....

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Shanel White
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OOC: OK guys... long, bullshit week.. lol so sorry its so late.. im hoping to get a second up.. we'll pray about it... I dont like it but i guess well see what happens..

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…Changes… Since birth I have been raised to be the way that everyone has seen me. The epitome of sweet: always a lady, never disrespectful, constantly smiling, you know the rest. But lately, things are slowly changing… I am slowly changing, I am starting to see things in a new light. Granted, this is mostly because of the new MAN in my life, and if you know who I am talking about, you know why. If not, let me enlighten you: HE is tough, smart, intense, determined, and an all natural, all around asshole. Sn- I mean my boo is starting to rub off on me. I thought us being together would have no effect on me. I thought my sweet side would stay strong and over come HIS mean streak, thus slowly altering HIS whole persona. Wrong! All the time spent with HIM, all the late nights, early mornings, breakfast, lunch, dinner, hell even the sex (which is the best I have EVER had) is gradually penetrating my psyche and evolving me into the person that I am now, but have yet to reveal. I have to admit, this new me is… different for a lack of a better word. At first, I tried to fight it. I have been raised one way, but I felt myself growing to love this new side that HE brings out of me. HIS statements, phrases, outlook on life, and even HIS touch have all molded me. I have been putty in HIS hands, and HE has shaped me in HIS own image. HE has put me in the kiln, and melted away my outer shell, leaving me solidified and pure in the ways that HE has taught me. Now that I have been through the fire, I feel as though it is time to exhibit my new self. It is time that WE show ourselves as the force that WE have come to be. I’m ready, but HE says wait. HE says that the perfect place and time will present itself, and when it does, WE will know the exact moment. So for now I will wait patiently, but quietly start leaving my paper trail. So follow my lead as I show you the new me…

The scene opens up to a big beautiful bathroom that is lit only with candles. Through the relaxed ambiance cast by the dancing flames, you can make out the beautiful marble floor and shower that stands separate from the tub. The toilet is in a separate little room that has a frosted glass door that matches the door on the shower. The wall with the double sinks is half mirror, and in the reflection you can see Shanel soaking in the tub. There is music playing in the background, and the bubbles in the tub are up to her neck almost. Her long hair is pulled up into a messy, yet sexy bun on the top of her head, and her full lips are perfectly glossed. Suddenly, the ideal silence of her atmosphere is broken by the ringing of her phone. Shanel sighs, and reaches over just far enough to hit the speakerphone button on the phone console that is embedded into the wall, so that the voice of her sister fills the room.

Shanel, what are you doing?

Shanel is clearly frustrated with this question, and the fact that her sister has decided to disturb her quiet time…

MiMi, I am in the tub. Damn, what is it?

Shay, I’m kinda worried about you. I don’t really like this new attitude of yours, and I don’t know if you need to fight in this match tomorrow. This new you might be capable of some things that nobody has seen before.

Girl, that has to be the stupidest shit I have heard all day! You don’t like my new attitude? Why is that MiMi? Because I am not a pushover anymore? Because I am not taking anymore bullshit from anyone? Or is it because you don’t know how to handle this new me?

Shanel laughs at the thought of her older sister being worried about her…

No Shay, I just never thought that this side of you would dominate your personality. I think its because of this new man you are with, and I don’t know if I like that.

MiMi, there is something you have to realize… The reason why I have decided to let this side of me take over is because the past few weeks, the old side of me hasn’t been able to get it done. The old side of me was too reserved in the ring, too timid to unleash this anger and passion I have inside for fear of destroying my sweet and loving image. But now, I won’t have to worry about that. This week I am bringing out the destructive, creative, and livid side of me, and what better person to demonstrate on than my opponent this week, The Gladiator.

Shay, The Gladiator doesn’t scare you at all? His size alone should be enough to get him the win over you, no matter what you do.

Is that how you really feel? Because I see it in a totally different way… I look at his size as his downfall. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and I will show that tomorrow. There are certain ways that people like The Gladiator should be handled. You can’t fight him like you fight any of these other people walking around here. You have got to be creative, and quick on your feet. Able to capitalize on any chance or opportunity to take him out without a second though, or remorse for the situation, and tomorrow night, I’m going to come out with the win. Two weeks in a row is enough for me… I fucking refuse to lose again, and I will go through hell and high water to ensure my win. My losing streak was because of my losing attitude towards life. But now that I see things for what they really are, and not what someone else has me believe them to be, I see that I will have to be nothing short of ruthless in the ring. This oversized, yet mentally underdeveloped mother fucker that Glen and Shaz has decided to pit me up against this week has another damn thing coming if he thinks he’s getting his first fucking win from me! And by the way, I just want to give Shaz and Glen a big “fuck you very much” for putting me up against him, to go up against Jarrell for the same damn title I just lost last week! That’s very thoughtful of you guys! But back to Gladiator, the simple facts of the evening will be this: I will get the win, and another shot at the title that should have been mine anyway, and Gladiator will go on wondering around helplessly trying to find a win, which is apparently hiding in the same place as his self esteem.

Ok, well I guess you are ready for tomorrow. Shay, I’m still going to be worried about you. You need to come in and see me so that we can talk. I need you to be able to look me in my eyes and see the sincerity that is there when I tell you how worried I am about you. We can fix this little sister…

Shanel opens her eyes for the first time in the conversation, as her facial expression slowly changes from relaxation to irritation. She leans over and ends the call, and rolls her eyes, while trying to find her comfortable place again. The bathroom is abruptly flooded with light from the bedroom as a male figure walks in and closes the door behind him. He walks over and sits his very familiar frame on the top stair beside the tub, facing Shanel…

Tomorrow is the night right? Can I give you some advice on The Gladiator? For one, he is…

Shanel sighs loudly and cuts him off…

Baby, get off it will you? I’m trying to relax without the voluntary yet meaningless opinions of others for once. But just for the record boo, there is nothing you can say that can help me get the win. Clearly, I am going to do what you couldn’t do, and that’s get the win. I got this under control. The best thing for you to do right now is chill out and think about what you need to do for tomorrow to get a win. You can’t afford one, not in a match against the person you are up against.

The familiar figure shakes his head and looks at Shanel in the tub. The look on her face reads that if you hadn’t known that they were talking a few seconds ago, she would be oblivious to his presence…

I’m not quite sure if I like the new you. I created a monster. I never thought there could be a female version of me, until I saw you starting to change. Now that it’s done, I like it, but I don’t. It’s defiantly something I have to get used to.

Well you better get used to it soon boo. It’s your venom coursing through my veins, and I love it. You molded me after your own image darling, now its time for you to sit back and watch me work. Revel in your creation, and when its time, we will do what we need to do to make everything ours. But for right now daddy, can you go downstairs and pour me a glass of White Zinfandel? And add a kiss to the end of that request?

The familiar figure leans in and gives Shanel a slightly rough, passionate kiss, before turning and walking out of the room. She slides back down into the warm water, and sighs again, but this time it is a sigh of relief. A few minutes pass, and the familiar figure comes back into the bathroom, with two glasses of wine in his hand, and a towel wrapped around his waist. He sets the glasses on the edge of the stairs, and drops the towel on the floor. On his way up the stairs, he grabs Shanel by the arms, and gently pushes her forward so he can sit behind her. Once he is seated, he grabs the glasses of wine, and hands Shanel hers. Shanel takes her glass and leans back on him, resting her head on his chest…

So you know my sister just told me earlier that she doesn’t like us being together. She knows that you are the reason why I changed and she thinks that we shouldn’t be together. I know this is kinda new, and I know that we haven’t been an “us” for long, but I also know that I’m not about to lose you over other peoples opinions.

There is a brief silence while he takes a drink, then looks down into Shanel’s eyes…

You aren’t going anywhere girl, so don’t even start that emotional bullshit with me. You know there is no one else I want to be with, or fuck for that matter. So how about you do like you told me to do earlier and chill the hell out.

Shanel hits him in the chest, and then snuggles up to him with a smile on her face. She already knew he wasn’t going anywhere, just like she knows that she will win this match come Monday. The scene fades with both of them soaking in the tub, falling asleep…
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