*8: 00 AM
A hotel room in Richmond, Virginia*
-Portia Perez was fast asleep in her bed, face first, sprawled out in a strange manner. Half of the blanket was covering her and the other half was laying along the floor. The phone on a small table beside her bed began to ring. Her hand reached up to answer without her head even lifting upwards.-
Portia Perez: ...What?
Taylor Wilde: (singing) This is your wake-up caaaaaaaaaa-
-The phone was slammed down.-
*8: 30 AM*
-A knock came to Perez's door and she very slowly dragged herself out of bed like a zombie. She was wearing a green tank top with a big red star on the center and a pair of girl cut boxers with the same pattern. She opened the door, eyes barely open, to see Taylor Wilde and Rayna Von Tosh standing in front of her, both completely dressed for the day-
Rayna Von Tosh: Well, hello Sleeping Beauty. We're going to and find some breakfast. Care to tag al-
Portia Perez: No.
-The door was slammed and Portia fell back into her bed without bothering to lock the door-
*9: 15 AM*
Portia Perez: Who's laughing now, bitch?! Piece of crap cable!
-Rayna and Portia stood in the door way of Portia's room, watching her attack her television set with a broom. The screen was showing nothing but a black and white scramble.-
Rayna Von Tosh: What ARE you doing?
Portia Perez: Maintenance! Shut up!
-A few more swats with the broom did little to improve the screen's condition-
Taylor Wilde: No, don't shake it up! Let the snow settle! That way you can see the San Fransisco in there!
Portia Perez: Oh, come here! Let's see if we can see it together!
Taylor Wilde: OK!
-Taylor walks on over and narrowly avoids an incoming swing from the broom. She yelps and rushes back to the door way-
Portia Perez: It's not a SNOW GLOBE, you ignoramus!
Rayna Von Tosh: How many hotel TV's have you broken this year?
Portia Perez: A lot more than you have! I'm teaching this object a lesson. If it doesn't want to get hit anymore it'll straighten up and fly right!
Rayna Von Tosh: Yes, flawless logic. But we need to get to the arena so-
Portia Perez: Do I have a match this week?!
Rayna Von Tosh: Well, yes you do, but...
-Being that she was mostly motivated but in-ring competition, Portia quickly rushed off into the shower. The sound of a faucet turning on followed by the muffled sounds of Lamb of God coming from a docked i-pod came from the bath room.-
Taylor Wilde: Should we tell her?
Rayna Von Tosh: She'll find out when she gets there.
*10: 15 AM
Dunkin Donuts Center*
-There was a fairly good reason that her teammates had kept a tiny detail from Portia. A portion of the backstage area had been set-up to take photographs for EBWF.net and there she stood in an outfit you probably would have forced her into by gun point any other time. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with a green waist and uncomfortable heels. Her dark hair was dolled up and she was wearing way more make up than she was comfortable with.-
Portia Perez: This SUCKS.
-She glanced into the opposite room where flashes were going off, clearly Rayna and Taylor didn't have the same problems she did. After a growl, she headed off in the opposite direction. She wanted to vent but there didn't seem to be an interviewer out and about this early. She continued to look about-
Portia Perez: Damn it, I swear to god they pop up whenever you don't need them and when you DO they're impossible to find!
-Someone did come from around the corner but it wasn't an interviewer. It was a female stage hand, carrying a large set of make up in her hands-
Make-Up Lady: Portia, as soon as you're done with your break head back on over. We're getting the bikini shots next!
-One of Portia's eyes gave a couple of fidgets as she stared after the woman with a "I will murder your entire family" kind of expression. The Canadian continued down the hallway, muttering to herself.-
Portia Perez: It's cool. Even chicks like Chyna did stupid ass photo shoots like this. That doesn't mean I'm like those other brain dead models.
-As she continued to rationalize with herself, Portia began to realize she was going to need to take matters into her own hands if she wanted to be interviewed. She stopped in front of a broom closet and looked directly towards the camera man-
Portia Perez: I need that camera. ...Don't tell me "no"! I didn't ask you to follow me around anyway, stalker!
-After some struggle, Portia had snatched the camera into her possession. She took it into the closet with her and shut the door behind her. There wasn't a ton of room but there was enough to prop the camera up on a shelf. She took a mop beside her and held it by her side-
Portia Perez: So, I couldn't find an interviewer. But do you know what? I don't need one. This mop right here serves about as much of a purpose as The Coach or Michael Cole. So, do you want to talk to me mop? Go ahead.
-Portia dangles the mop in front of her and shakes it about, making her voice a little deeper-
Portia Perez: "Well, Portia. You've found out that you have a match against Kelly Kelly this week. How do you feel about that?"
How do I feel about that? Why don't they just give me another week off because this is a complete waste of my time. Does anyone REALLY think that Kelly Kelly can get a win over me? And if you do, do you enjoy those handicap parking spaces you get? She has nothing on me. She has nothing at all! Look at those dead, vacant eyes of her. I don't think a worthwhile thought ever floats through her mind.
"Portia, why do you seem so angry all the time?"
I'll tell you why I'm so angry all the time. It's because I'm the last of a dying breed! I'm someone that actually grew up watching wrestling, decided I wanted to that for a living, got trained, worked indies for years and got signed!
-Portia gasps mockingly-
Portia Perez: I know! It's crazy, isn't it? I'm not a model, I wasn't found by some middle aged pervert who wanted to see me in spandex and I actually know about our business! And I don't have famous parents either! WOW! Myself and my teammates are some of the very few that can actually claim that. Unlike my opponent Kelly Kelly. Kelly was a model, someone in the WWE decided they liked how she looked and threw a pair of wrestling boots on her!
"It sounds to me like you may just be bitter."
Portia Perez: Oh, no no, I'm not bitter at all. If I wanted to, I could have gone out and filled myself with plastic Double D's. Like Kelly Kelly, Trish Stratus, Lita and..well, that list just goes on and on and I don't have all day. But I wanted to get noticed because of my abilities and here I am at 23 in the biggest wrestling company in the States. So, THAT'S why I'm angry. Because I have to wrestle bimbo's like Kelly Kelly who got a free ticket into the wrestling industry without actually putting forth any work.
-Portia stopped herself and wagged a finger towards the camera-
Portia Perez: Before I forget, there was someone last week who ran her mouth about me oh so much. "Miss Personality" Lita. Lita has a lot of nicknames but doesn't like mine. She thinks "Canadian Ninja" sounds silly. This from someone who calls herself "The Queen of Extreme". Sounds like a porn title! I happen to think it's the most epic nickname of all time. But I haven't been around as long as Lita so I haven't had time to acquire as many as she has. Just great attention grabbers like "Slut", "Whore", "Prostitute", "Gold Digger" and "Skank Face"!"
"Shouldn't you be focused on your match with Kelly?"
Portia Perez: Kelly Kelly is going to be cake. I've got bigger fish to fry! If Kelly could wrestle as well as she could talk smack on twitter I would have a reason to be afraid. But since that isn't the case, I'm not sweating it! She has no heart and no passion and after I get through with her, maybe I can get some real competition thrown my way! Anymore questions, you stupid MOP?!
-The scene switches to outside of the broom closet where Taylor and Rayna are leaning against the door, dressed in bathrobes for their next costume change-
Taylor Wilde: Is she cutting a promo to a mop?
Rayna Von Tosh: We're...just...going to give her some space...
-Taylor and Rayna slowly back away from the door as the scene fades to black-
Big In Japan #2
-A press conference in Tokyo, Japan. It was filled with Japanese wrestling starts all packed behind a large pair of tables and a moderator in the center, behind a podium. There was at least one person there who stood out: a small white woman. And that would be none other than Portia Perez. The Poison Trio had been sent to Japan for the month of January as part of a talent exchange and to increase a few ticket sales. After losing a paper-rock-scissors game, she was selected to attend the press conference. Perez leaned back in her chair with her arms folded over her stomach and one foot propped up on the table. She looked terribly bored but this was probably due to the fact that everyone was speaking a language that she didn't understand. But after some time the moderator called out her name.-
POSHA PERESU..!!!
-Portia rose out of her chair and stepped behind the podium. Standing beside her was a man who was ready to translate everything she said into Japanese. Another was present to translate everything the moderator said into English for Portia. Camera flashes began to go off.-
Portia Perez: You can bow your heads.
-Japanese crowds were typically very quiet and respectful so they didn't make much noise.-
Portia Perez: Bow your heads or I'll BOW THEM FOR YOU!
-After her threat was translated, the press and audience members quickly started to bow. The moderator introduced Portia as "tough American fighting girl Ninja from EBWF" which Portia quickly took issue to once it was translated back to her.-
Portia Perez: Hey! Tell that guy I'm a Canadian!
-The mistake was quickly corrected after some quick chatter. Portia was questioned about her participation in the Royal Rumble-
Portia Perez: Yeah, I'm in the Rumble. And I'm gonna win it too. No big deal when you're Portia FRICKEN Perez, The Canadian Ninja. I looked at some of the names and I'm not really impressed. Courtney Taylor? Cookie? Karen Jarrett? It's a bunch of models and first week wrestling school drop-outs. There is hardly anyone in this whole mix that could even give Natalya or Shelly a good challenge. And. I. SWEAR TO GOD!
-She slammed her fist on the podium causing her translator to jump a bit-
Portia Perez: The first dumb SLUT that goes "Uhhhh duuuurrrr, I dunno who Portia Perez is.."
-She shoves a finger into her nose and sticks her tongue out from the corner of her mouth to mimic a perceived idiot-
Portia Perez: ..is getting her face kicked off! I've been here for almost a year and I've only been pinned once! Do ya hear me? ONCE! So if they're dumb enough to not know who I am they had better find out real quick!
-Portia glances to the translator who is in the midst of telling the crowd what she had said. She directs a finger towards him.-
Portia Perez: That isn't how I said it!
-The poor man looks about before sighing heavily. He places a finger in his nose and begins to recite the translation once again as camera flashes go off. This has brought him great shame. Portia was then asked if she had enjoyed her time in Japan.-
Portia Perez: YES. It's made me prepared to go back to the USA and punch the lights out of nineteen other chumps. You guys go hardcore over here and I love it. Thanks for the tune-up. When I win the Women's Title at Wrestlemania I'll give you all a shout out.
-The next question asked was "What will you do if you are faced against your teammates Rayna or Taylor?-
Portia Perez: Toss their asses out.
-She answered with no hesitation and a shrug. More camera flashes went off. After that she was asked if she had any preference on who she would like to face, if she were to win the Rumble.-
Portia Perez: I've already wrestled Shelly a few times so I hope it's Natalya. That's the kind of thing this division needs. Two WRESTLERS on the biggest show of the year to show what we can do. Two Canadian wrestlers, I might add. Also I know I could hit her so hard that I would knock those pink streaks out of her hair.
-Finally, she was asked if she had any parting words. Despite having been to Japan before, Portia had not picked up much of the language. So she decided to go with the words passed down to her from the Wu-Tang Clan-
Portia Perez: Konnichiwa bitches!
-Portia waved to the photographers before returning to her seat, propping her arms behind her head, satisfied with herself.-
****
-The Shibuya district in Tokyo is one of the fashion centers of Japan and it was also know for it's nightlife. So, if anyone in the Poison Trio was going to visit this area it would be Rayna. She had already wrestled the absurdly fierce Japanese style for an entire month so she had no harm in doing a little shopping. Or a lot of shopping. She made her way through the crowded streets holding two large bags filled with things she obviously couldn't get in the states. The buildings were lit up brightly as she came to a stop in front of a large statue of an Akita dog, a popular meeting spot. She placed one of the bags down and pulled out her pink cell phone, holding it to her ear. It was then the six or so figures began to creep out from behind the statue, stepping out in front of her.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...
-Rayna closed the phone and stared forward with large eyes. There were six teenage Japanese girls dressed in outfits identical to her ring gear with dyed red hair. The six stared back at her as well. Silence. One of the girls who was the best with the English language stepped forward.-
Girl: ...R...Rayna Von Tosh?
-Rayna just slowly nodded as she was still trying to get a grasp on this bizarre situation. The doppelgangers all let out shrieks of excitement and Rayna stepped backwards, holding up her palms. Unlike Portia, she had actually picked up a few handy phrases-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Uh...watashi o kogeki shinaide kudasai?
Girl: Oh! No! We're not going to mug you! We're fans!
Rayna Von Tosh: I've gathered.
Girl: We wanted to wish you luck in the Rumble!
Rayna Von Tosh: Ah. Of course. If only I could bring you all with me. I think my chances of winning would increase significantly.
-One of the clones started hopping up and down in joy, shouting things to quickly for Rayna to pick up on. One of them screamed "BAKA!" at her which basically meant "idiot" or "moron". The two began to bicker with one another-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...I've found the Japanese Taylor and Portia.
-One of the girls removed a cow-girl hat from her shopping bag and placed it onto her head. She struck a few familiar poses.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Trish...Stratus?
-The girl nodded and pounded a fist into her palm with a stern expression-
Rayna Von Tosh: Well, somebody has to. I'll make an absolute mess of her if I get the chance.
-Another stepped forward and made a caveman like face and an accompanying grunt-
Rayna Von Tosh: That must be Nicole Bass. I simply cannot imagine why anyone would let that thing out in public. I would prefer not to touch her but I suppose it must be done in order to win.
-Yet another slid in front of her view. She swept her hair in front of her face like the girl from The Ring and began creeping forward-
Rayna Von Tosh: Daffney? I most certainly will dispose of her as well. Perhaps landing on her head will jar something loose in that thing she calls a mind.
-The girls simply stared with their hands folded and their eyes huge and gigantic.-
Rayna Von Tosh: Ah, I do believe I have another engagement scheduled for this evening and...
-They all suddenly looked like a pack of puppies that had been kicked down a flight of steps-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...And...
-Rayna began to ponder her situation. She did someone to help her carry more bags. Plus the idea of walking about with an army of yourself did strike her as pretty amazing.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...And...you all should come with me. Grab those bags, help me translate and I will continue you to tell you about my upcoming victory.
-The fans jumped at the chance. They followed after her, copying the way she walked, as the redhead talked up her envisioned win in Boston-
POSHA PERESU..!!!
-Portia rose out of her chair and stepped behind the podium. Standing beside her was a man who was ready to translate everything she said into Japanese. Another was present to translate everything the moderator said into English for Portia. Camera flashes began to go off.-
Portia Perez: You can bow your heads.
-Japanese crowds were typically very quiet and respectful so they didn't make much noise.-
Portia Perez: Bow your heads or I'll BOW THEM FOR YOU!
-After her threat was translated, the press and audience members quickly started to bow. The moderator introduced Portia as "tough American fighting girl Ninja from EBWF" which Portia quickly took issue to once it was translated back to her.-
Portia Perez: Hey! Tell that guy I'm a Canadian!
-The mistake was quickly corrected after some quick chatter. Portia was questioned about her participation in the Royal Rumble-
Portia Perez: Yeah, I'm in the Rumble. And I'm gonna win it too. No big deal when you're Portia FRICKEN Perez, The Canadian Ninja. I looked at some of the names and I'm not really impressed. Courtney Taylor? Cookie? Karen Jarrett? It's a bunch of models and first week wrestling school drop-outs. There is hardly anyone in this whole mix that could even give Natalya or Shelly a good challenge. And. I. SWEAR TO GOD!
-She slammed her fist on the podium causing her translator to jump a bit-
Portia Perez: The first dumb SLUT that goes "Uhhhh duuuurrrr, I dunno who Portia Perez is.."
-She shoves a finger into her nose and sticks her tongue out from the corner of her mouth to mimic a perceived idiot-
Portia Perez: ..is getting her face kicked off! I've been here for almost a year and I've only been pinned once! Do ya hear me? ONCE! So if they're dumb enough to not know who I am they had better find out real quick!
-Portia glances to the translator who is in the midst of telling the crowd what she had said. She directs a finger towards him.-
Portia Perez: That isn't how I said it!
-The poor man looks about before sighing heavily. He places a finger in his nose and begins to recite the translation once again as camera flashes go off. This has brought him great shame. Portia was then asked if she had enjoyed her time in Japan.-
Portia Perez: YES. It's made me prepared to go back to the USA and punch the lights out of nineteen other chumps. You guys go hardcore over here and I love it. Thanks for the tune-up. When I win the Women's Title at Wrestlemania I'll give you all a shout out.
-The next question asked was "What will you do if you are faced against your teammates Rayna or Taylor?-
Portia Perez: Toss their asses out.
-She answered with no hesitation and a shrug. More camera flashes went off. After that she was asked if she had any preference on who she would like to face, if she were to win the Rumble.-
Portia Perez: I've already wrestled Shelly a few times so I hope it's Natalya. That's the kind of thing this division needs. Two WRESTLERS on the biggest show of the year to show what we can do. Two Canadian wrestlers, I might add. Also I know I could hit her so hard that I would knock those pink streaks out of her hair.
-Finally, she was asked if she had any parting words. Despite having been to Japan before, Portia had not picked up much of the language. So she decided to go with the words passed down to her from the Wu-Tang Clan-
Portia Perez: Konnichiwa bitches!
-Portia waved to the photographers before returning to her seat, propping her arms behind her head, satisfied with herself.-
****
-The Shibuya district in Tokyo is one of the fashion centers of Japan and it was also know for it's nightlife. So, if anyone in the Poison Trio was going to visit this area it would be Rayna. She had already wrestled the absurdly fierce Japanese style for an entire month so she had no harm in doing a little shopping. Or a lot of shopping. She made her way through the crowded streets holding two large bags filled with things she obviously couldn't get in the states. The buildings were lit up brightly as she came to a stop in front of a large statue of an Akita dog, a popular meeting spot. She placed one of the bags down and pulled out her pink cell phone, holding it to her ear. It was then the six or so figures began to creep out from behind the statue, stepping out in front of her.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...
-Rayna closed the phone and stared forward with large eyes. There were six teenage Japanese girls dressed in outfits identical to her ring gear with dyed red hair. The six stared back at her as well. Silence. One of the girls who was the best with the English language stepped forward.-
Girl: ...R...Rayna Von Tosh?
-Rayna just slowly nodded as she was still trying to get a grasp on this bizarre situation. The doppelgangers all let out shrieks of excitement and Rayna stepped backwards, holding up her palms. Unlike Portia, she had actually picked up a few handy phrases-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Uh...watashi o kogeki shinaide kudasai?
Girl: Oh! No! We're not going to mug you! We're fans!
Rayna Von Tosh: I've gathered.
Girl: We wanted to wish you luck in the Rumble!
Rayna Von Tosh: Ah. Of course. If only I could bring you all with me. I think my chances of winning would increase significantly.
-One of the clones started hopping up and down in joy, shouting things to quickly for Rayna to pick up on. One of them screamed "BAKA!" at her which basically meant "idiot" or "moron". The two began to bicker with one another-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...I've found the Japanese Taylor and Portia.
-One of the girls removed a cow-girl hat from her shopping bag and placed it onto her head. She struck a few familiar poses.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Trish...Stratus?
-The girl nodded and pounded a fist into her palm with a stern expression-
Rayna Von Tosh: Well, somebody has to. I'll make an absolute mess of her if I get the chance.
-Another stepped forward and made a caveman like face and an accompanying grunt-
Rayna Von Tosh: That must be Nicole Bass. I simply cannot imagine why anyone would let that thing out in public. I would prefer not to touch her but I suppose it must be done in order to win.
-Yet another slid in front of her view. She swept her hair in front of her face like the girl from The Ring and began creeping forward-
Rayna Von Tosh: Daffney? I most certainly will dispose of her as well. Perhaps landing on her head will jar something loose in that thing she calls a mind.
-The girls simply stared with their hands folded and their eyes huge and gigantic.-
Rayna Von Tosh: Ah, I do believe I have another engagement scheduled for this evening and...
-They all suddenly looked like a pack of puppies that had been kicked down a flight of steps-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...And...
-Rayna began to ponder her situation. She did someone to help her carry more bags. Plus the idea of walking about with an army of yourself did strike her as pretty amazing.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ...And...you all should come with me. Grab those bags, help me translate and I will continue you to tell you about my upcoming victory.
-The fans jumped at the chance. They followed after her, copying the way she walked, as the redhead talked up her envisioned win in Boston-
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Big In Japan
-Tokyo, Japan. Since the beginning on the new year, Taylor Wilde, Portia Perez and Rayna Von Tosh had been sent to the land of the rising sun to compete for New Japan Pro Wrestling. With their tour over they were nearly ready to head home in time for the Royal Rumble. The only thing left to do was a few more publicity spots and they would be all ready to catch a flight back to the States. As they walked through the streets on a winter afternoon, the camera's caught them in the middle of their conversation. All three were dressed in winter attire, Rayna's clothing was very stylish, Taylor's very colorful and kiddy and Portia's tomboy like and skater-ish-
Taylor Wilde: ...and they all scream something I can't understand and try to kick me in the face.
Portia Perez: It's AWESOME.
-Portia was the only one of the three who had wrestled in Japan before and loved the ridiculously competitive nature. Rayna, trailing behind the two, glanced up from her cell phone-
Rayna Von Tosh: You realize you have a title defense when we get back home, correct?
Taylor WIlde: YAY! Against who?
Rayna Von Tosh: Nikki Bella.
Portia Perez: PFFT. What did they hire her for?
Rayna Von Tosh: She is actually on a four match winning streak. Undefeated, as it were.
Taylor Wilde: Goodie for her! I'll almost feel bad about having to end that for her. Almost. I like my title too much to feel too terrible about it.
-Taylor smiled at the sparkling gold belt she had slung over her shoulder. Normally she wouldn't just pack it around but she needed it for her upcoming appearance. She began to tap at her chin as a thought popped into her head.-
Taylor Wilde: Do you think she ever forgets which one she is? I mean, she is a twin. And they are identical. Do you think she ever wakes up some morning and thinks she's Brie?
Rayna Von Tosh: They never struck me as overly intelligent so it's entirely possible, darling.
-Taylor continued bouncing along in contentment before pausing suddenly. Her eyes turned wide and her expression went grim. She spun around to face the other two.-
Taylor WIlde: But...what if I end up wrestling Brie instead of Nikki?
Portia Perez: Who cares? They look exactly the same.
Taylor Wilde: Yeah but what if I beat BRIE and NIKKI shows up and says I never actually beat the right twin! I don't want people to think I'm a cheating champion!
-Portia pauses for a long moment before her eyes narrow upon the goofy blond-
Portia Perez: You. Are. A. Retard.
Taylor Wilde: YOU'RE A RETARD, PORTIA!
Rayna Von Tosh: OK, OK, look where we are!
-The trio looked upwards to the building they stood in front of. The large sign read "SUDA51" followed by kanji that none of them were able to translate.-
Taylor Wilde: This is the place! Catch ya both later!
Rayna Von Tosh: Just understand that Japanese television can be a tad...strange. It's a different culture.
Taylor Wilde: I'll be fiiiiine.
-Taylor waved and headed on inside of the studio. As she disappeared, Portia mumbled under her breath-
Portia Perez: Have fun. ....'Tard.
Taylor Wilde: NO YOU!
****
-This was certainly stranger than Taylor had expected. She sat on a stool in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. It was completely dark except for a small spotlight upon her. She fiddled her hands together and swung her legs back and forth, looking a bit nervous. She had changed clothes for the interview, now wearing a light blue t-shirt with Reptar, the giant, green, rampaging dinosaur from the cartoon Rugrats on it. A short gray jean skirt, a pair of knee length purple wool socks and green chucks finished off her ensemble. Finally, her hair was pulled back into a pair of short pigtails. Everything was silent until a loud voice finally rang out....
TANOSHII JIKAN..!!!
-Startled after the sudden announcement, Taylor looked about as the room was filled with light. The stage was was on was large and covered in brightly colored stars. Lights from the ceiling whisked about, like the kind from a police helicopter. In the center of the stage were a series of steps, covered in lights similar to those of a Christmas tree. Even stranger there was a jazz band on the left side of the stage and some kind of weird, boy-band like group on the right, singing in Japanese. Smack dab in the middle of it all, above the neon nightmare of a set-up was a huge sign that spelled out "FUN TIME." With all the singing and instruments, a man in a sharp suit walked down the steps followed by women in sparkly silver dresses, wearing red fur coats. Understandably, Taylor was highly confused.-
Taylor Wilde: ...What...
SUKAI HAI CHANPION TEIRA WAIRDUO!
-It took a moment but Taylor eventually realized that the voice had announced "Sky High Champion, Taylor Wilde." She smiled and waved to the camera-
Taylor Wilde: ....OH! That's ME! HELLO!
-The Japanese man in the suit took a seat on a stool beside Taylor as his dancing girls stuck around beside him. He bowed respectfully and Taylor returned the gesture.-
Kai: I am Kai. Welcome to FUN TIME. Teira Wairudo.
Taylor Wilde: Happy to be here!
-As they spoke, everything they said popped up in Japanese on the televisions of anyone watching at home along the bottom of their screens-
Kai: You are a very tough, cute American wrestling girl, yeah?
Taylor Wilde: Well, erm, I'm actually a Canadian. But I am tough!
Kai: Ah. Canadian, Canadian. From EBWF? America's number one promotion. What brings you to Japan?
Taylor Wilde: To wrestle for New Japan Pro Wrestling, of course! Japan's number one promotion! And I had a great time! My skills are UBER sharp now!
Kai: Very competitive, yeah?
Taylor Wilde: Yeah! Super competitive! But now I think I'm ready to go back to the USA and defend my title.
Kai: Royal Rumble. HUGE EVENT. This Sunday?
Taylor Wilde: Yep! And you guys can watch it too! We love our Japanese fans!
Kai: And you defend against...Nikki Bera?
Taylor Wilde: Right again.
-Loud booing and hissing is heard but it doesn't seem to come from anyone present on the stage. Taylor looks about, trying to find where the negative responses are coming from-
Kai: Ah. Nikki Bera. Beso. Beso. Very full of herself. No modesty. Very troublesome. Can you defeat her?
Taylor Wilde: Heck yeah I can! I've already beaten a crazy Latina last month in a casket match. I've faced the best our division has to offer and I've beaten just about everyone. And she may be on a winning streak and I'm glad she's confident in her abilities. But there is a difference between being confident and being cocky. And from what I've heard the locker room would probably give me a standing ovation if I beat a little modesty into her. So expect her to come out of this match way more humble.
Kai: INOCHI!
-The host, the dancing girls, the band and the singers all strike strange, identical poses. They all stand on one foot with their arms stretched out at their sides.-
Taylor Wilde: W...What does that mean?
Kai: Life! Spirit! Strength!
Taylor Wilde: Oh. Well then, INOCHI!
-Taylor hops off of her stool and strikes the same pose-
Kai: Yes! Go! Teira Wairudo! Retain your title! Defeat the evil Nikki Bera! KICK ASS!
Taylor Wilde: YEAH! GO ME!
Kai: TIME IS OVER! COME BACK NEXT TIME!
-The dancing, lights, music and singing begin up once again....-
"Apple colored monsters!
Nut scented aliens!
Sparkle, sparkle!
Popcorn shower!
FULL ON POWER!"
-Taylor raises a brow at the singing that's in horribly broken English. Obviously there is some translation issues with the lyrics. But she just shrugs and joins in with the dancing as the camera zooms backwards before fading out.-
****
-Back in Taylor's hotel room she sat on the edge of her bed with her eyes glued to a television set. She had just watched a DVD containing Nikki Bella's last four matches, ending with her latest victory over Rosa Mendes, supplied to her by the EBWF front office. It also contained her promo's so the champion could get a read on her personality. Portia Perez stood against a nearby wall with her arms folded.-
Portia Perez: What do you think?
Taylor Wilde: I think that I like almost everyone I meet but I REALLY want to punch her in the head.
Portia Perez: That's a good response!
Taylor Wilde: I mean she's all...
-Taylor performed a sassy "Z" snap and pursed her lips-
Taylor Wilde: Nuh-uh girlfriend! Besos! Someone really needs to bring her back down to Earth. What does besos mean anyway?
Portia Perez: Nobody knows. But she does have a win over a former Women's Champ so she must not be as inept as she looks.
Taylor Wilde: Well, I'll fix that attitude up for her. I'll be all over her like a monkey on a cupcake.
Portia Perez: That's...a good thing?
Taylor Wilde: Yeah, that's a good thing! If she knows ANYTHING about me then she knows...
-Taylor takes her Sky High Title and holds it high above her head-
Taylor Wilde: That I looooove my Sky High Title! And it's going to take more than a nasty personality to take it from me! Maybe next time she'll work more on her wrestling and less on her mean twitter insults!
-She flops onto her bed with her arms spread over her head and her title laying loosely over her waist-
Taylor Wilde: So, yeah. I do think I can beat her. And hopefully she will take this loss and become a better person from it.
Portia Perez: Somehow I doubt it.
Taylor Wilde: It never hurts to try!
Portia Perez: Cool. When you retain your title at least you won't have a reason to throw a fit when I toss your ass out of the Rumble.
Taylor Wilde: Nuh-uh! If anyone is winning the Rumble it's me!
Portia Perez: Yeah right! I'll just let you over sleep and leave you stranded in Japan! Then what?!
Taylor Wilde: (gasping audibly) You wouldn't do that!
Portia Perez: In a heart beat! I want that ticket to WrestleMania!
-The two continue to bicker as the camera backs out of the room. In the morning they would hop on a flight back to the states to further prepare. Taylor for her title defense and all three for their participation in the Royal Rumble-
Taylor Wilde: ...and they all scream something I can't understand and try to kick me in the face.
Portia Perez: It's AWESOME.
-Portia was the only one of the three who had wrestled in Japan before and loved the ridiculously competitive nature. Rayna, trailing behind the two, glanced up from her cell phone-
Rayna Von Tosh: You realize you have a title defense when we get back home, correct?
Taylor WIlde: YAY! Against who?
Rayna Von Tosh: Nikki Bella.
Portia Perez: PFFT. What did they hire her for?
Rayna Von Tosh: She is actually on a four match winning streak. Undefeated, as it were.
Taylor Wilde: Goodie for her! I'll almost feel bad about having to end that for her. Almost. I like my title too much to feel too terrible about it.
-Taylor smiled at the sparkling gold belt she had slung over her shoulder. Normally she wouldn't just pack it around but she needed it for her upcoming appearance. She began to tap at her chin as a thought popped into her head.-
Taylor Wilde: Do you think she ever forgets which one she is? I mean, she is a twin. And they are identical. Do you think she ever wakes up some morning and thinks she's Brie?
Rayna Von Tosh: They never struck me as overly intelligent so it's entirely possible, darling.
-Taylor continued bouncing along in contentment before pausing suddenly. Her eyes turned wide and her expression went grim. She spun around to face the other two.-
Taylor WIlde: But...what if I end up wrestling Brie instead of Nikki?
Portia Perez: Who cares? They look exactly the same.
Taylor Wilde: Yeah but what if I beat BRIE and NIKKI shows up and says I never actually beat the right twin! I don't want people to think I'm a cheating champion!
-Portia pauses for a long moment before her eyes narrow upon the goofy blond-
Portia Perez: You. Are. A. Retard.
Taylor Wilde: YOU'RE A RETARD, PORTIA!
Rayna Von Tosh: OK, OK, look where we are!
-The trio looked upwards to the building they stood in front of. The large sign read "SUDA51" followed by kanji that none of them were able to translate.-
Taylor Wilde: This is the place! Catch ya both later!
Rayna Von Tosh: Just understand that Japanese television can be a tad...strange. It's a different culture.
Taylor Wilde: I'll be fiiiiine.
-Taylor waved and headed on inside of the studio. As she disappeared, Portia mumbled under her breath-
Portia Perez: Have fun. ....'Tard.
Taylor Wilde: NO YOU!
****
-This was certainly stranger than Taylor had expected. She sat on a stool in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. It was completely dark except for a small spotlight upon her. She fiddled her hands together and swung her legs back and forth, looking a bit nervous. She had changed clothes for the interview, now wearing a light blue t-shirt with Reptar, the giant, green, rampaging dinosaur from the cartoon Rugrats on it. A short gray jean skirt, a pair of knee length purple wool socks and green chucks finished off her ensemble. Finally, her hair was pulled back into a pair of short pigtails. Everything was silent until a loud voice finally rang out....
TANOSHII JIKAN..!!!
-Startled after the sudden announcement, Taylor looked about as the room was filled with light. The stage was was on was large and covered in brightly colored stars. Lights from the ceiling whisked about, like the kind from a police helicopter. In the center of the stage were a series of steps, covered in lights similar to those of a Christmas tree. Even stranger there was a jazz band on the left side of the stage and some kind of weird, boy-band like group on the right, singing in Japanese. Smack dab in the middle of it all, above the neon nightmare of a set-up was a huge sign that spelled out "FUN TIME." With all the singing and instruments, a man in a sharp suit walked down the steps followed by women in sparkly silver dresses, wearing red fur coats. Understandably, Taylor was highly confused.-
Taylor Wilde: ...What...
SUKAI HAI CHANPION TEIRA WAIRDUO!
-It took a moment but Taylor eventually realized that the voice had announced "Sky High Champion, Taylor Wilde." She smiled and waved to the camera-
Taylor Wilde: ....OH! That's ME! HELLO!
-The Japanese man in the suit took a seat on a stool beside Taylor as his dancing girls stuck around beside him. He bowed respectfully and Taylor returned the gesture.-
Kai: I am Kai. Welcome to FUN TIME. Teira Wairudo.
Taylor Wilde: Happy to be here!
-As they spoke, everything they said popped up in Japanese on the televisions of anyone watching at home along the bottom of their screens-
Kai: You are a very tough, cute American wrestling girl, yeah?
Taylor Wilde: Well, erm, I'm actually a Canadian. But I am tough!
Kai: Ah. Canadian, Canadian. From EBWF? America's number one promotion. What brings you to Japan?
Taylor Wilde: To wrestle for New Japan Pro Wrestling, of course! Japan's number one promotion! And I had a great time! My skills are UBER sharp now!
Kai: Very competitive, yeah?
Taylor Wilde: Yeah! Super competitive! But now I think I'm ready to go back to the USA and defend my title.
Kai: Royal Rumble. HUGE EVENT. This Sunday?
Taylor Wilde: Yep! And you guys can watch it too! We love our Japanese fans!
Kai: And you defend against...Nikki Bera?
Taylor Wilde: Right again.
-Loud booing and hissing is heard but it doesn't seem to come from anyone present on the stage. Taylor looks about, trying to find where the negative responses are coming from-
Kai: Ah. Nikki Bera. Beso. Beso. Very full of herself. No modesty. Very troublesome. Can you defeat her?
Taylor Wilde: Heck yeah I can! I've already beaten a crazy Latina last month in a casket match. I've faced the best our division has to offer and I've beaten just about everyone. And she may be on a winning streak and I'm glad she's confident in her abilities. But there is a difference between being confident and being cocky. And from what I've heard the locker room would probably give me a standing ovation if I beat a little modesty into her. So expect her to come out of this match way more humble.
Kai: INOCHI!
-The host, the dancing girls, the band and the singers all strike strange, identical poses. They all stand on one foot with their arms stretched out at their sides.-
Taylor Wilde: W...What does that mean?
Kai: Life! Spirit! Strength!
Taylor Wilde: Oh. Well then, INOCHI!
-Taylor hops off of her stool and strikes the same pose-
Kai: Yes! Go! Teira Wairudo! Retain your title! Defeat the evil Nikki Bera! KICK ASS!
Taylor Wilde: YEAH! GO ME!
Kai: TIME IS OVER! COME BACK NEXT TIME!
-The dancing, lights, music and singing begin up once again....-
"Apple colored monsters!
Nut scented aliens!
Sparkle, sparkle!
Popcorn shower!
FULL ON POWER!"
-Taylor raises a brow at the singing that's in horribly broken English. Obviously there is some translation issues with the lyrics. But she just shrugs and joins in with the dancing as the camera zooms backwards before fading out.-
****
-Back in Taylor's hotel room she sat on the edge of her bed with her eyes glued to a television set. She had just watched a DVD containing Nikki Bella's last four matches, ending with her latest victory over Rosa Mendes, supplied to her by the EBWF front office. It also contained her promo's so the champion could get a read on her personality. Portia Perez stood against a nearby wall with her arms folded.-
Portia Perez: What do you think?
Taylor Wilde: I think that I like almost everyone I meet but I REALLY want to punch her in the head.
Portia Perez: That's a good response!
Taylor Wilde: I mean she's all...
-Taylor performed a sassy "Z" snap and pursed her lips-
Taylor Wilde: Nuh-uh girlfriend! Besos! Someone really needs to bring her back down to Earth. What does besos mean anyway?
Portia Perez: Nobody knows. But she does have a win over a former Women's Champ so she must not be as inept as she looks.
Taylor Wilde: Well, I'll fix that attitude up for her. I'll be all over her like a monkey on a cupcake.
Portia Perez: That's...a good thing?
Taylor Wilde: Yeah, that's a good thing! If she knows ANYTHING about me then she knows...
-Taylor takes her Sky High Title and holds it high above her head-
Taylor Wilde: That I looooove my Sky High Title! And it's going to take more than a nasty personality to take it from me! Maybe next time she'll work more on her wrestling and less on her mean twitter insults!
-She flops onto her bed with her arms spread over her head and her title laying loosely over her waist-
Taylor Wilde: So, yeah. I do think I can beat her. And hopefully she will take this loss and become a better person from it.
Portia Perez: Somehow I doubt it.
Taylor Wilde: It never hurts to try!
Portia Perez: Cool. When you retain your title at least you won't have a reason to throw a fit when I toss your ass out of the Rumble.
Taylor Wilde: Nuh-uh! If anyone is winning the Rumble it's me!
Portia Perez: Yeah right! I'll just let you over sleep and leave you stranded in Japan! Then what?!
Taylor Wilde: (gasping audibly) You wouldn't do that!
Portia Perez: In a heart beat! I want that ticket to WrestleMania!
-The two continue to bicker as the camera backs out of the room. In the morning they would hop on a flight back to the states to further prepare. Taylor for her title defense and all three for their participation in the Royal Rumble-
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-Things have not exactly been going Taylor Wilde's way as of late. Not only did she lose her Sky High Title, something very important to her, but her idol Trish Stratus also turned on her at a pivotal moment during the Survivor Series. But a little sunshine was forming through those dark clouds. Not only was she going to be granted a rematch against Shelly Martinez but her team mates had promised her a surprise. We find the blond in her locker room with a pink blindfold around her eyes, sort of bouncing in place in excitement. She heard the door creaking open along with the sound of something being drug along-
Taylor Wilde: Can I look yet?
Portia Perez: (straining) Not yet.
-Taylor's surprise was positioned in front of her by Rayna and Portia but kept out of the camera's line of vision.-
Portia Perez: Alright. You can look now.
-Taylor giddily removes her blindfold and looks about, not seeing anything. That is until she looks down. In front of her is an old, rickety, black casket. Clearly alarmed, she yelps and takes a step backwards-
Taylor Wilde: I thought you said it was a surprise!
Rayna Von Tosh: We didn't say it was a good surprise.
Taylor Wilde: A-A-Am I going to die?
Rayna Von Tosh: No, Taylor. Your match with Shelly Martinez is going to be a casket match.
-Taylor could feel her heart drop as her eyes widened and she began to shake her head back and forth-
Taylor Wilde: I-I don't want to do this....
Portia Perez: Don't you want your title back? Don't you want revenge?!
Taylor Wilde: I-I do! But not if it means I might end up in one of those!
Rayna Von Tosh: This is going to be your future if you don't figure something out. You've never beaten her before and at this rate you never will.
Portia Perez: You need to take a good look at this!
-Portia and Rayna inch behind Taylor and began to push her closer towards the ominous casket. Taylor, of course, completely freaks out and dives behind a couch in terror, sucking her thumb. Her partners look on in confusion-
Portia Perez: Well, THAT worked really well.
Rayna Von Tosh: I had assumed that this might help her face her fears. Perhaps we were a bit abrupt about this whole thing.
Portia Perez: Get out here and quit crying you big fricken baby!
-Taylor only makes a whimpering, squeaking sound-
Rayna Von Tosh: OK our original idea didn't work nor will screaming at her.
-The pair climb onto the couch, on their knee's and peering down at the shaken up former champion-
Rayna Von Tosh: Taylor. This is your reality. We didn't make this match but-
Taylor Wilde: I don't want to do this! Not a casket match! Their dark and scary! And Shelley is so EVIL! She's so evil I even wrote a song about her!
Portia Perez: Please don't start sin-
Taylor Wilde: She's an evil ENCHANTRESS! She does evil DANCES! If look deep into her eyes she'll leave you in TRANCES! Then what would she DO? She'll put you in an evil BREW! And gobble you up in a big tasty STEW! Soooo....WATCH OUT!
-Taylor springs to her feet with her arms over her head in a menacing manner, breathing heavily. Rayna and Portia merely stare at her in disbelief.-
Portia Perez: Wow.
Rayna Von Tosh: Catchy.
Taylor Wilde: It's a work in progress. But what am I supposed to do?! She used to be a vampire! She probably slept in coffins all the time! She has the advantage.
Rayna Von Tosh: Listen. I think we were on to something with wanting to make you face your fears.
Portia Perez: I know a place we can take you that will help with all of this and get you your confidence back. But you've got to be completely prepared. Got it?
-Taylor looks rather hesitant with this proposition. But after giving it some thought she responses with a slow but determined nod.-
****
-The scene has changed to show a car pulling up in front of a cemetery. And what is the luck that it's a rainy and windy night? The old gates swing back and forth and blades of grass are pushed about. Rayna, the driver places the car into park and Taylor, who is alone in the back seat, stares at the sight that looks like it came right out of a horror movie.-
Taylor Wilde: B-But, she's not pretending to be a vampire anymore. How is this going to help?
Rayna Von Tosh: This isn't about her identity crisis. The motif is going to help with your fear of caskets.
-Portia pulls the hood of her green sweatshirt over her head and steps out of the car. Taylor, in a light blue hoodie with floppy black dog ears attached to it, slowly follows behind her. They both pause and look back at Rayna who has remained in the car.-
Portia Perez: You coming?
Rayna Von Tosh: I would but....the rain....the wind....my hair....
Portia Perez: Oh, [BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP]
-Cursing up a storm, Portia makes her way up the muddy hill of the cemetery with Taylor trailing along. Taylor looks about at all the graves surrounding her with her hands folded underneath of her chin. A loud crash of thunder and the lightning the fills the sky causes her to release a shriek. Portia glares back over her shoulder at the blond.-
Portia Perez: Shockingly, that isn't helping with your progress.
Taylor Wilde: S-S-Sorry. I'll try harder.
-The pair reach the top of the hill where they can get a good look at the creepy atmosphere surrounding them. As rain runs down the headstones Taylor takes a deep gulp.-
Portia Perez: Alright, I'm going to tell you something. And if you scream I'm going to deck you. Right now, at this very moment, you are standing on dead people.
-Taylor bites down on her bottom lip and pulls her hood tighter over her head-
Portia Perez: And look. Nothing's happened. Nothings came out of the ground to grab you. No zombies, no demons, no nothing. You're standing in the middle of cemetery and you're just fine.
-Taylor slowly seems to grow less tense, letting go of her hood as she glances up at the dark sky.-
Portia Perez: Caskets are for dead people. Dark, nothingness. Living people don't go into caskets. CHAMPIONS don't end up in caskets.
Taylor Wilde: Y-Yeah. You're right.
Portia Perez: Of course I'm right! Are you going to let some lame ass wannabe stuff you into one of those things?!
Taylor Wilde: N-NO!
Portia Perez: Are you going to let her beat you again?
Taylor Wilde: NO!
Portia Perez: What are you going to do?!
Taylor Wilde: DROPKICK THAT BITCH IN THE FACE!
-Taylor stops slouching as her hands curl up into a pair of tight fists. She looks far more confident than she did when this match concept was originally told to her-
Portia Perez: Good! N-
Taylor Wilde: Thank you.
-Portia is interrupted as Taylor unexpectedly hugs her. Her eye gives a few noticeable twitches and her fingers tense, as if she wants to tear Taylor's eyes out. But eventually she rolls her eyes and sighs and returns the hug, giving the challengers back a few soft pats-
****
-The next scene seemed to take place shortly following Taylor's trip to the graveyard. She sat alone backstage at the Ford Center in Oklahoma in the same clothes she wore earlier and he wet, mattered hair hanging downwards. She removed her damp hoody and placed it aside as the camera revealed that Todd Grisham was standing beside her-
Todd Grisham: In what has to be a rarity, Taylor Wilde will challenge Shelly Martinez this Sunday tonight at Christmas Eve of Destruction for the Sky High Championship.
-Todd gave Taylor's disheveled appearance a quick look over-
Todd Grisham: Has the stress of a match like this gotten to you?
Taylor Wilde: Nope. I'm just peachy keen. I just had to get myself in the right mind-set.
Todd Grisham: Fair enough. You've had some battles with Shelley in the past but you haven't been able to defeat her as of yet. What are you planning on doing differently tonight?
Taylor Wilde: I have a lot of motivation, Todd. It's no secret that Shelley and I don't like each other. But do you know how I want to spend my Christmas and New Years? With my title back around my waist and the weight of never having beaten her off of my shoulders. Coupled with the fact that there is NO WAY I'm getting stuffed into a casket. Do you know how humiliating that would be? Losing a match this, in that manner, proves that your opponent has complete dominance over you. Well, my issue with Shelly ends tonight and it's ending with her getting thrown into that dark, unforgiving casket.
Todd Grisham: You've had some set backs but you seem poised to bounce back tonight.
Taylor Wilde: This isn't the first time I've had set-backs and it won't be the last. I'm proving tonight that even though Taylor Wilde is entertaining and happy, that I am not going to be pushed around. Not by Trish Stratus, not by Shelly, not anyone. Remember when I called her a phony? It must have struck a chord with her since she's not having pretend time anymore and is trying to be herself. But the thing is, I've always been myself. I never had to pretend to be something that I'm not. And after tonight, maybe Shelly can go back to her fun little pretend world and make believe that she's still a champion.
Todd Grisham: Jimmy Jacobs and Tyler Black are also holding gold at the moment and they are becoming quite a dominant group here.
Taylor Wilde: Sure, sure, sure but guess what? They aren't unstoppable. In fact, if I remember correctly, didn't Shelly get pinned by Torrie Wilson just a week ago? And if Trish Stratus hadn't got into my head at Survivor Series, I would have pinned her then too. But this time there isn't anyone involved. No distractions. No teams, no Trish, just me and her. Oh and Mr. Casket which Shelly is going to get very acquainted with very soon. She may have beaten me before but she can't beat my spirit. I've dusted myself off each and every time. She can't get rid of me! But it absolutely ends tonight between us. I took out Allison Wonderland at the Survivor Series and now it's her turn. I know exactly what she's capable of, what she can do and how to defend against it. She's not going to have a very good night. In fact, I hope she's in for a Wilde Ride!
Todd Grisham: ....Huh?
Taylor Wilde: It was supposed to be a catch phrase! That wasn't very good, was it? Guh. I'll never say that again. But look! Shelly and her dopey little group have tried to hurt me and have tried to hurt my friends. I'm not letting that happen ever again. She's going kicking and screaming into that casket and if the world is lucky they will never let her out.
Todd Grisham: And if you prove successful tonight?
Taylor Wilde: I'm going after Trish. And I hope she watches very closely to what I do to Shelly. Because as much as much pain and suffering I'm going to inflict on our former Bat-Girl? It's nothing compared to what I'm going to do Miss Stratus. I'm all about heart and happiness and when someone plays with my emotions, I don't take that very lightly. But first things first. Title. Skank-face. Then Trish. ....Did I just call her skank-face? I don't like feeling like this! But I really don't like her at all! She's gotten on my bad side and she's going down. I'm going to have the best Christmas EVER!
Todd Grisham: Good luck to you in what is sure to be a physical and grueling contest!
Taylor Wilde: Physical and grueling for her maybe!
-The last image we see is of Taylor pounding a fist into her open palm, anxiously awaiting her upcoming confrontation.
Taylor Wilde: Can I look yet?
Portia Perez: (straining) Not yet.
-Taylor's surprise was positioned in front of her by Rayna and Portia but kept out of the camera's line of vision.-
Portia Perez: Alright. You can look now.
-Taylor giddily removes her blindfold and looks about, not seeing anything. That is until she looks down. In front of her is an old, rickety, black casket. Clearly alarmed, she yelps and takes a step backwards-
Taylor Wilde: I thought you said it was a surprise!
Rayna Von Tosh: We didn't say it was a good surprise.
Taylor Wilde: A-A-Am I going to die?
Rayna Von Tosh: No, Taylor. Your match with Shelly Martinez is going to be a casket match.
-Taylor could feel her heart drop as her eyes widened and she began to shake her head back and forth-
Taylor Wilde: I-I don't want to do this....
Portia Perez: Don't you want your title back? Don't you want revenge?!
Taylor Wilde: I-I do! But not if it means I might end up in one of those!
Rayna Von Tosh: This is going to be your future if you don't figure something out. You've never beaten her before and at this rate you never will.
Portia Perez: You need to take a good look at this!
-Portia and Rayna inch behind Taylor and began to push her closer towards the ominous casket. Taylor, of course, completely freaks out and dives behind a couch in terror, sucking her thumb. Her partners look on in confusion-
Portia Perez: Well, THAT worked really well.
Rayna Von Tosh: I had assumed that this might help her face her fears. Perhaps we were a bit abrupt about this whole thing.
Portia Perez: Get out here and quit crying you big fricken baby!
-Taylor only makes a whimpering, squeaking sound-
Rayna Von Tosh: OK our original idea didn't work nor will screaming at her.
-The pair climb onto the couch, on their knee's and peering down at the shaken up former champion-
Rayna Von Tosh: Taylor. This is your reality. We didn't make this match but-
Taylor Wilde: I don't want to do this! Not a casket match! Their dark and scary! And Shelley is so EVIL! She's so evil I even wrote a song about her!
Portia Perez: Please don't start sin-
Taylor Wilde: She's an evil ENCHANTRESS! She does evil DANCES! If look deep into her eyes she'll leave you in TRANCES! Then what would she DO? She'll put you in an evil BREW! And gobble you up in a big tasty STEW! Soooo....WATCH OUT!
-Taylor springs to her feet with her arms over her head in a menacing manner, breathing heavily. Rayna and Portia merely stare at her in disbelief.-
Portia Perez: Wow.
Rayna Von Tosh: Catchy.
Taylor Wilde: It's a work in progress. But what am I supposed to do?! She used to be a vampire! She probably slept in coffins all the time! She has the advantage.
Rayna Von Tosh: Listen. I think we were on to something with wanting to make you face your fears.
Portia Perez: I know a place we can take you that will help with all of this and get you your confidence back. But you've got to be completely prepared. Got it?
-Taylor looks rather hesitant with this proposition. But after giving it some thought she responses with a slow but determined nod.-
****
-The scene has changed to show a car pulling up in front of a cemetery. And what is the luck that it's a rainy and windy night? The old gates swing back and forth and blades of grass are pushed about. Rayna, the driver places the car into park and Taylor, who is alone in the back seat, stares at the sight that looks like it came right out of a horror movie.-
Taylor Wilde: B-But, she's not pretending to be a vampire anymore. How is this going to help?
Rayna Von Tosh: This isn't about her identity crisis. The motif is going to help with your fear of caskets.
-Portia pulls the hood of her green sweatshirt over her head and steps out of the car. Taylor, in a light blue hoodie with floppy black dog ears attached to it, slowly follows behind her. They both pause and look back at Rayna who has remained in the car.-
Portia Perez: You coming?
Rayna Von Tosh: I would but....the rain....the wind....my hair....
Portia Perez: Oh, [BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP]
-Cursing up a storm, Portia makes her way up the muddy hill of the cemetery with Taylor trailing along. Taylor looks about at all the graves surrounding her with her hands folded underneath of her chin. A loud crash of thunder and the lightning the fills the sky causes her to release a shriek. Portia glares back over her shoulder at the blond.-
Portia Perez: Shockingly, that isn't helping with your progress.
Taylor Wilde: S-S-Sorry. I'll try harder.
-The pair reach the top of the hill where they can get a good look at the creepy atmosphere surrounding them. As rain runs down the headstones Taylor takes a deep gulp.-
Portia Perez: Alright, I'm going to tell you something. And if you scream I'm going to deck you. Right now, at this very moment, you are standing on dead people.
-Taylor bites down on her bottom lip and pulls her hood tighter over her head-
Portia Perez: And look. Nothing's happened. Nothings came out of the ground to grab you. No zombies, no demons, no nothing. You're standing in the middle of cemetery and you're just fine.
-Taylor slowly seems to grow less tense, letting go of her hood as she glances up at the dark sky.-
Portia Perez: Caskets are for dead people. Dark, nothingness. Living people don't go into caskets. CHAMPIONS don't end up in caskets.
Taylor Wilde: Y-Yeah. You're right.
Portia Perez: Of course I'm right! Are you going to let some lame ass wannabe stuff you into one of those things?!
Taylor Wilde: N-NO!
Portia Perez: Are you going to let her beat you again?
Taylor Wilde: NO!
Portia Perez: What are you going to do?!
Taylor Wilde: DROPKICK THAT BITCH IN THE FACE!
-Taylor stops slouching as her hands curl up into a pair of tight fists. She looks far more confident than she did when this match concept was originally told to her-
Portia Perez: Good! N-
Taylor Wilde: Thank you.
-Portia is interrupted as Taylor unexpectedly hugs her. Her eye gives a few noticeable twitches and her fingers tense, as if she wants to tear Taylor's eyes out. But eventually she rolls her eyes and sighs and returns the hug, giving the challengers back a few soft pats-
****
-The next scene seemed to take place shortly following Taylor's trip to the graveyard. She sat alone backstage at the Ford Center in Oklahoma in the same clothes she wore earlier and he wet, mattered hair hanging downwards. She removed her damp hoody and placed it aside as the camera revealed that Todd Grisham was standing beside her-
Todd Grisham: In what has to be a rarity, Taylor Wilde will challenge Shelly Martinez this Sunday tonight at Christmas Eve of Destruction for the Sky High Championship.
-Todd gave Taylor's disheveled appearance a quick look over-
Todd Grisham: Has the stress of a match like this gotten to you?
Taylor Wilde: Nope. I'm just peachy keen. I just had to get myself in the right mind-set.
Todd Grisham: Fair enough. You've had some battles with Shelley in the past but you haven't been able to defeat her as of yet. What are you planning on doing differently tonight?
Taylor Wilde: I have a lot of motivation, Todd. It's no secret that Shelley and I don't like each other. But do you know how I want to spend my Christmas and New Years? With my title back around my waist and the weight of never having beaten her off of my shoulders. Coupled with the fact that there is NO WAY I'm getting stuffed into a casket. Do you know how humiliating that would be? Losing a match this, in that manner, proves that your opponent has complete dominance over you. Well, my issue with Shelly ends tonight and it's ending with her getting thrown into that dark, unforgiving casket.
Todd Grisham: You've had some set backs but you seem poised to bounce back tonight.
Taylor Wilde: This isn't the first time I've had set-backs and it won't be the last. I'm proving tonight that even though Taylor Wilde is entertaining and happy, that I am not going to be pushed around. Not by Trish Stratus, not by Shelly, not anyone. Remember when I called her a phony? It must have struck a chord with her since she's not having pretend time anymore and is trying to be herself. But the thing is, I've always been myself. I never had to pretend to be something that I'm not. And after tonight, maybe Shelly can go back to her fun little pretend world and make believe that she's still a champion.
Todd Grisham: Jimmy Jacobs and Tyler Black are also holding gold at the moment and they are becoming quite a dominant group here.
Taylor Wilde: Sure, sure, sure but guess what? They aren't unstoppable. In fact, if I remember correctly, didn't Shelly get pinned by Torrie Wilson just a week ago? And if Trish Stratus hadn't got into my head at Survivor Series, I would have pinned her then too. But this time there isn't anyone involved. No distractions. No teams, no Trish, just me and her. Oh and Mr. Casket which Shelly is going to get very acquainted with very soon. She may have beaten me before but she can't beat my spirit. I've dusted myself off each and every time. She can't get rid of me! But it absolutely ends tonight between us. I took out Allison Wonderland at the Survivor Series and now it's her turn. I know exactly what she's capable of, what she can do and how to defend against it. She's not going to have a very good night. In fact, I hope she's in for a Wilde Ride!
Todd Grisham: ....Huh?
Taylor Wilde: It was supposed to be a catch phrase! That wasn't very good, was it? Guh. I'll never say that again. But look! Shelly and her dopey little group have tried to hurt me and have tried to hurt my friends. I'm not letting that happen ever again. She's going kicking and screaming into that casket and if the world is lucky they will never let her out.
Todd Grisham: And if you prove successful tonight?
Taylor Wilde: I'm going after Trish. And I hope she watches very closely to what I do to Shelly. Because as much as much pain and suffering I'm going to inflict on our former Bat-Girl? It's nothing compared to what I'm going to do Miss Stratus. I'm all about heart and happiness and when someone plays with my emotions, I don't take that very lightly. But first things first. Title. Skank-face. Then Trish. ....Did I just call her skank-face? I don't like feeling like this! But I really don't like her at all! She's gotten on my bad side and she's going down. I'm going to have the best Christmas EVER!
Todd Grisham: Good luck to you in what is sure to be a physical and grueling contest!
Taylor Wilde: Physical and grueling for her maybe!
-The last image we see is of Taylor pounding a fist into her open palm, anxiously awaiting her upcoming confrontation.
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Team Work
~Epilogue~
-A certain trio of diva's were supposed to be at the Joe Louis Arena, the site for this week's Aggression, but they were running late. This would was due to Taylor Wilde holing herself up in her hotel room, refusing to roll out of bed. She was somewhat understandably down after having her idol, Trish Stratus, unexpectedly turn on her after the Survivor Series a few weeks ago. She was completely covered from head to toe by her blanket, face first into her mattress. Portia Perez stood on the side of the bed, nudging Taylor's behind with one of her feet.-
Portia Perez: ....Get up....get up....get up....
-Rayna Von Tosh stood on the opposite side, shaking her head at Portia's tactics of stirring their friend-
Rayna Von Tosh: Taylor?
-She leaned downwards, grabbing her pal's shoulders, giving them a few shakes-
Rayna Von Tosh: Would you like to talk about what happened?
-Taylor only responded with a muffled, indecipherable mumble. Portia, deciding to act the only way she knew how, took a hold of the blanket and gave a sharp tug. Taylor effectively rolled off of the bed and onto the ground with an audible thud. One of her legs, covered in light purple colored pajama pants stuck up into the air.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ..Thanks.
-Taylor sat up, her hair messily tied backwards, sniffling lightly. Rayna eased down beside her while Portia stood over her with her arms folded.-
Portia Perez: Stop whining already!
Rayna Von Tosh: Let me handle this. Taylor, we understand why you're upset....
Taylor Wilde: Why would she do that to me? All I ever did was respect her and idolize her.
Portia Perez: Because she's a bitch.
Rayna Von Tosh: Very crass but, yes, for the lack of a better explanation, that's pretty much it. Sometimes your heroes aren't everything you think they might be.
Taylor Wilde: ....But....I always wanted to team with her....and....I wanted us to celebrate together....and....and.....
-Taylor's voice dropped to a squeak and it was obvious that she was about to break into tears.-
Portia Perez: You had better not start crying!
-Portia dropped down and firmly took the blond by the shoulders-
Portia Perez: Listen! When Kendrick used me I could have gotten all depressed and did stuff like this. But I didn't! Do you know what I did? I drop kicked him in the face! And that's what you need to do! Pick yourself up and drop kick that bitch in the face!
Taylor Wilde: ....Y-Yeah.
Portia Perez: Say it!
Taylor Wilde: Drop kick that....(incomprehensible mumbling)
Portia Perez: What?!
Taylor Wilde: Drop kick that BITCH IN THE FACE!
-Taylor slapped her hands over her mouth in surprise and Portia rose to her feet, dusting her hands off. Rayna gave the former Sky High Champion a few comforting pats on the shoulder.-
Portia Perez: There. I fixed it. Can we leave now?! We've got a match to get ready for!
-Taylor slowly nodded, picked herself up, and began to gather up her things for the trip.-
~End Epilogue~
-Having arrived at the arena, the three could be found making their way through one of the many hallways towards their locker room. They began to discuss their upcoming opponents-
Portia Perez: Who do we have?
Rayna Von Tosh: LayCool.
Portia Perez: Pfft. No problem.
Rayna Von Tosh: We've never actually faced Michelle and we've never wrestled these two as a team. They know each other very well.
Portia Perez: And we don't?
Rayna Von Tosh: True, I suppose.
Portia Perez: What's there to know? It's not like those two are going to be able to outsmart us. We've got this.
Rayna Von Tosh: I'm not underestimating them. They may not seem like it but they can be very vicious. Be prepared for anything.
Portia Perez: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm always prepared. Ninja, remember? But I'm not sweating those Mean Girls rejects.
Rayna Von Tosh: All I'm saying is that those two are hungry and will probably due anything to get a win.
Portia Perez: Guess we have something in common then, huh?
-Upon reaching their locker room, the three were surprised by the sight of a middle aged man, very well dressed in a suit, talking on his cell phone in a corner of the room. The three paused just outside of the door and looked to one another in bewilderment.-
Portia Perez: Who the hell is that?! Why is he in our locker room?!
Rayna Von Tosh: I....have no idea. Taylor, that isn't your father or something, is it?
Taylor Wilde: That's not my dad! He isn't Canadian!
Rayna Von Tosh: How....could you possibly tell that?
Portia Perez + Taylor Wilde: You can tell.
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Whatever. We need to be delicate about this. That could very well be the new chairman. Obviously, I can handle this situation. Allow me.
-Placing a hand onto her hip, Rayna utilized her hour glass figure to swagger into the room. She slowly approached the man, clearing her throat.-
Rayna Von Tosh: So sorry to interrupt. But I couldn't possibly walk by without mentioning what a handsome man you are.
-The man lowered his cell phone, obviously interested.-
Rayna Von Tosh: And it would be a shame for those looks to be hidden away in some silly locker room. Personally, I think you should be out and about, showing them off. I would be--
-Rayna noticed the man's diamond encrusted, very expensive watch. She lifted his wrist up, focusing all of her attention upon it.-
Rayna Von Tosh: What an exquisite piece. I must have one just like it. It would look so good on me.
-The man, realizing that Rayna's focus was upon his watch and not himself, pulled away with a glare and went back to his conversation. Rayna returned to the hallway with her cohorts, sighing-
Rayna Von Tosh: I was this close to getting that watch....
Portia Perez: What? Watch?
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh. I wasn't able to get anything out of him.
-A streamer blowing was heard not too far off. Somewhere, Taylor had found an enormous pair of novelty sunglasses, a gigantic spotted bow-tie, flippers and balloons shaped into a hat which she had slid over her forehead-
Rayna Von Tosh: Darling, you look ridiculous.
Taylor Wilde: Exactly! Making someone laugh is a great way to start a conversation!
-Taylor waddles into the room as the flippers on her feet slap against the floor. Only a few moments later, she returns to the hallway, some of the balloons on her hat popped-
Taylor Wilde: Apparently, he doesn't like laughing.
Portia Perez: Alright, that's it. We tried charm and....whatever it is Taylor does!
-Taylor blew the streamer in her mouth-
Portia Perez: We're wasting time!
-Portia pushes past Rayna and Taylor and shoots into the room-
Rayna Von Tosh: No! Don't!
Portia Perez: Get OUT!
-The guy turns around just in time to receive a flying knee straight to his jaw. His head bounces off of the wall and he crumbles onto his face in a lifeless heap. Taylor and Rayna quickly rush inside to witness this-
Taylor Wilde: You killed him!
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh my god....
-It was then that Rayna noticed the lanyard around his neck barring an NBC logo-
Rayna Von Tosh: He must have been some kind of executive!
Portia Perez: Well, what's he doing hanging out in a woman's locker room?!
-A knock coming to the door interrupted them, along with a muffled voice coming from outside-
Todd Grisham: Excuse me? Todd Grisham? Hoping to get a few words about your match?
-The trio looked to one another with wide eyes, having to think fast about what they should do with the unconscious body on their floor-
****
-When the scene returned, Todd had joined the girls in their locker room. Portia and Taylor both sat upon a large crate, with four wheels, used to carry materials to set up rings. Rayna stood beside them, smiling awkwardly.-
Todd Grisham: EBWF fans, I'm Todd Grisham and with me now is the Poison Trio. Two of the members will be in action this Thursday as they take on the team of LayCool, Layla and Michelle. Can you give us insight on this, ladies?
Rayna Von Tosh: Of course. While Layla and Michelle are quite a formidable tandem they certainly cannot hold a candle to us. We're expecting nothing less than a complete and total victory against them. We simply shall not be satisfied with anything less.
Portia Perez: What she said. I'm totally expecting them to wake up in tears every night after we're finished with them.
Todd Grisham: And this will be your first time facing these two as a duo, correct?
Portia Perez: Yeah? So? That doesn't give them any kind of advantage. Layla and Michelle might know each others favorite clothing companies or whatever but we know each others strengths and weaknesses in the ring. As long as we don't have to hear them talk, we'll be just fine. Especially Layla and that shrill ass accent of hers.
Rayna Von Tosh: It's not as us Michelle is any better with that twang of hers. Where is she from? Palatka Florida? That even sounds classless.
-A horrible moan comes from inside of the crate Taylor and Portia are sitting on. Todd hears this and raises his eyebrows in alarm. Portia quickly climbs off and places her hands firmly upon it.-
Portia Perez: That's why I'm not a very big fan of those two. They never know when to....SHUT UP!
-The Canadian born female repeatedly kicks the side of the crate until the moaning stops. She perches herself back on the crate and folds her hands neatly into her lap.-
Todd Grisham: ....Uh, alright. Are you hoping that a win here might propel either one of you into title contention? I'm sure you both would like to join Taylor amongst those who have held titles in Diva's competition.
Rayna Von Tosh: If this gives either of us an opportunity for a title match then we would gladly accept. But even if it doesn't, we are still going to fight just as hard. This will prove that we are the most dominant group amongst the rankings of the Diva's.
Portia Perez: Yeah, I want some gold! I want so many belts that I'll have to carry them around in a wagon. But beating up those two is worth it and you wouldn't even have to pay me to do it.
Todd Grisham: Along with The Ministry and LayCool, you all seem to trade victories with one another very often. Do you see a match with all three groups occurring at some point?
Rayna Von Tosh: We would love to. Two birds with one stone, as they say.
Portia Perez: Goth losers, stuck up morons, bring 'em both on! But right now we're focused on the stuck up morons.
-The moaning begins again and an annoyed Portia brushes Taylor off of the crate. She violently sends it sailing into the nearest wall with a loud crash after a shove. The moaning ceases once more. Everyone stares at Perez with wide eyes-
Portia Perez: ....That....was....an example of what we're going to do to LayCool! A violent crash! And there bodies are going to be the one's that are all mangled up and broken! All smeared and bloody on the pavement. So they better be prepared to pucker up and kiss the asphalt!
Todd Grisham: A-Alright. Thank you for your time, ladies. Best of luck.
-Sensing something amiss and freaked out by all the horrible sounds, Todd makes a hasty exit from the room. With the coast clear, the trio eases upon the crate and peeks inside-
Rayna Von Tosh: What are we to do with this?
-After exchanging puzzled expressions, the three simultaneously seem to reach the same conclusion.-
****
-Taylor is shown pushing the crate along until she reaches a dressing room labeled "LayCool". After parking the man in the box, she hurriedly makes a retreat.-
-A certain trio of diva's were supposed to be at the Joe Louis Arena, the site for this week's Aggression, but they were running late. This would was due to Taylor Wilde holing herself up in her hotel room, refusing to roll out of bed. She was somewhat understandably down after having her idol, Trish Stratus, unexpectedly turn on her after the Survivor Series a few weeks ago. She was completely covered from head to toe by her blanket, face first into her mattress. Portia Perez stood on the side of the bed, nudging Taylor's behind with one of her feet.-
Portia Perez: ....Get up....get up....get up....
-Rayna Von Tosh stood on the opposite side, shaking her head at Portia's tactics of stirring their friend-
Rayna Von Tosh: Taylor?
-She leaned downwards, grabbing her pal's shoulders, giving them a few shakes-
Rayna Von Tosh: Would you like to talk about what happened?
-Taylor only responded with a muffled, indecipherable mumble. Portia, deciding to act the only way she knew how, took a hold of the blanket and gave a sharp tug. Taylor effectively rolled off of the bed and onto the ground with an audible thud. One of her legs, covered in light purple colored pajama pants stuck up into the air.-
Rayna Von Tosh: ..Thanks.
-Taylor sat up, her hair messily tied backwards, sniffling lightly. Rayna eased down beside her while Portia stood over her with her arms folded.-
Portia Perez: Stop whining already!
Rayna Von Tosh: Let me handle this. Taylor, we understand why you're upset....
Taylor Wilde: Why would she do that to me? All I ever did was respect her and idolize her.
Portia Perez: Because she's a bitch.
Rayna Von Tosh: Very crass but, yes, for the lack of a better explanation, that's pretty much it. Sometimes your heroes aren't everything you think they might be.
Taylor Wilde: ....But....I always wanted to team with her....and....I wanted us to celebrate together....and....and.....
-Taylor's voice dropped to a squeak and it was obvious that she was about to break into tears.-
Portia Perez: You had better not start crying!
-Portia dropped down and firmly took the blond by the shoulders-
Portia Perez: Listen! When Kendrick used me I could have gotten all depressed and did stuff like this. But I didn't! Do you know what I did? I drop kicked him in the face! And that's what you need to do! Pick yourself up and drop kick that bitch in the face!
Taylor Wilde: ....Y-Yeah.
Portia Perez: Say it!
Taylor Wilde: Drop kick that....(incomprehensible mumbling)
Portia Perez: What?!
Taylor Wilde: Drop kick that BITCH IN THE FACE!
-Taylor slapped her hands over her mouth in surprise and Portia rose to her feet, dusting her hands off. Rayna gave the former Sky High Champion a few comforting pats on the shoulder.-
Portia Perez: There. I fixed it. Can we leave now?! We've got a match to get ready for!
-Taylor slowly nodded, picked herself up, and began to gather up her things for the trip.-
~End Epilogue~
-Having arrived at the arena, the three could be found making their way through one of the many hallways towards their locker room. They began to discuss their upcoming opponents-
Portia Perez: Who do we have?
Rayna Von Tosh: LayCool.
Portia Perez: Pfft. No problem.
Rayna Von Tosh: We've never actually faced Michelle and we've never wrestled these two as a team. They know each other very well.
Portia Perez: And we don't?
Rayna Von Tosh: True, I suppose.
Portia Perez: What's there to know? It's not like those two are going to be able to outsmart us. We've got this.
Rayna Von Tosh: I'm not underestimating them. They may not seem like it but they can be very vicious. Be prepared for anything.
Portia Perez: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm always prepared. Ninja, remember? But I'm not sweating those Mean Girls rejects.
Rayna Von Tosh: All I'm saying is that those two are hungry and will probably due anything to get a win.
Portia Perez: Guess we have something in common then, huh?
-Upon reaching their locker room, the three were surprised by the sight of a middle aged man, very well dressed in a suit, talking on his cell phone in a corner of the room. The three paused just outside of the door and looked to one another in bewilderment.-
Portia Perez: Who the hell is that?! Why is he in our locker room?!
Rayna Von Tosh: I....have no idea. Taylor, that isn't your father or something, is it?
Taylor Wilde: That's not my dad! He isn't Canadian!
Rayna Von Tosh: How....could you possibly tell that?
Portia Perez + Taylor Wilde: You can tell.
Rayna Von Tosh: ...Whatever. We need to be delicate about this. That could very well be the new chairman. Obviously, I can handle this situation. Allow me.
-Placing a hand onto her hip, Rayna utilized her hour glass figure to swagger into the room. She slowly approached the man, clearing her throat.-
Rayna Von Tosh: So sorry to interrupt. But I couldn't possibly walk by without mentioning what a handsome man you are.
-The man lowered his cell phone, obviously interested.-
Rayna Von Tosh: And it would be a shame for those looks to be hidden away in some silly locker room. Personally, I think you should be out and about, showing them off. I would be--
-Rayna noticed the man's diamond encrusted, very expensive watch. She lifted his wrist up, focusing all of her attention upon it.-
Rayna Von Tosh: What an exquisite piece. I must have one just like it. It would look so good on me.
-The man, realizing that Rayna's focus was upon his watch and not himself, pulled away with a glare and went back to his conversation. Rayna returned to the hallway with her cohorts, sighing-
Rayna Von Tosh: I was this close to getting that watch....
Portia Perez: What? Watch?
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh. I wasn't able to get anything out of him.
-A streamer blowing was heard not too far off. Somewhere, Taylor had found an enormous pair of novelty sunglasses, a gigantic spotted bow-tie, flippers and balloons shaped into a hat which she had slid over her forehead-
Rayna Von Tosh: Darling, you look ridiculous.
Taylor Wilde: Exactly! Making someone laugh is a great way to start a conversation!
-Taylor waddles into the room as the flippers on her feet slap against the floor. Only a few moments later, she returns to the hallway, some of the balloons on her hat popped-
Taylor Wilde: Apparently, he doesn't like laughing.
Portia Perez: Alright, that's it. We tried charm and....whatever it is Taylor does!
-Taylor blew the streamer in her mouth-
Portia Perez: We're wasting time!
-Portia pushes past Rayna and Taylor and shoots into the room-
Rayna Von Tosh: No! Don't!
Portia Perez: Get OUT!
-The guy turns around just in time to receive a flying knee straight to his jaw. His head bounces off of the wall and he crumbles onto his face in a lifeless heap. Taylor and Rayna quickly rush inside to witness this-
Taylor Wilde: You killed him!
Rayna Von Tosh: Oh my god....
-It was then that Rayna noticed the lanyard around his neck barring an NBC logo-
Rayna Von Tosh: He must have been some kind of executive!
Portia Perez: Well, what's he doing hanging out in a woman's locker room?!
-A knock coming to the door interrupted them, along with a muffled voice coming from outside-
Todd Grisham: Excuse me? Todd Grisham? Hoping to get a few words about your match?
-The trio looked to one another with wide eyes, having to think fast about what they should do with the unconscious body on their floor-
****
-When the scene returned, Todd had joined the girls in their locker room. Portia and Taylor both sat upon a large crate, with four wheels, used to carry materials to set up rings. Rayna stood beside them, smiling awkwardly.-
Todd Grisham: EBWF fans, I'm Todd Grisham and with me now is the Poison Trio. Two of the members will be in action this Thursday as they take on the team of LayCool, Layla and Michelle. Can you give us insight on this, ladies?
Rayna Von Tosh: Of course. While Layla and Michelle are quite a formidable tandem they certainly cannot hold a candle to us. We're expecting nothing less than a complete and total victory against them. We simply shall not be satisfied with anything less.
Portia Perez: What she said. I'm totally expecting them to wake up in tears every night after we're finished with them.
Todd Grisham: And this will be your first time facing these two as a duo, correct?
Portia Perez: Yeah? So? That doesn't give them any kind of advantage. Layla and Michelle might know each others favorite clothing companies or whatever but we know each others strengths and weaknesses in the ring. As long as we don't have to hear them talk, we'll be just fine. Especially Layla and that shrill ass accent of hers.
Rayna Von Tosh: It's not as us Michelle is any better with that twang of hers. Where is she from? Palatka Florida? That even sounds classless.
-A horrible moan comes from inside of the crate Taylor and Portia are sitting on. Todd hears this and raises his eyebrows in alarm. Portia quickly climbs off and places her hands firmly upon it.-
Portia Perez: That's why I'm not a very big fan of those two. They never know when to....SHUT UP!
-The Canadian born female repeatedly kicks the side of the crate until the moaning stops. She perches herself back on the crate and folds her hands neatly into her lap.-
Todd Grisham: ....Uh, alright. Are you hoping that a win here might propel either one of you into title contention? I'm sure you both would like to join Taylor amongst those who have held titles in Diva's competition.
Rayna Von Tosh: If this gives either of us an opportunity for a title match then we would gladly accept. But even if it doesn't, we are still going to fight just as hard. This will prove that we are the most dominant group amongst the rankings of the Diva's.
Portia Perez: Yeah, I want some gold! I want so many belts that I'll have to carry them around in a wagon. But beating up those two is worth it and you wouldn't even have to pay me to do it.
Todd Grisham: Along with The Ministry and LayCool, you all seem to trade victories with one another very often. Do you see a match with all three groups occurring at some point?
Rayna Von Tosh: We would love to. Two birds with one stone, as they say.
Portia Perez: Goth losers, stuck up morons, bring 'em both on! But right now we're focused on the stuck up morons.
-The moaning begins again and an annoyed Portia brushes Taylor off of the crate. She violently sends it sailing into the nearest wall with a loud crash after a shove. The moaning ceases once more. Everyone stares at Perez with wide eyes-
Portia Perez: ....That....was....an example of what we're going to do to LayCool! A violent crash! And there bodies are going to be the one's that are all mangled up and broken! All smeared and bloody on the pavement. So they better be prepared to pucker up and kiss the asphalt!
Todd Grisham: A-Alright. Thank you for your time, ladies. Best of luck.
-Sensing something amiss and freaked out by all the horrible sounds, Todd makes a hasty exit from the room. With the coast clear, the trio eases upon the crate and peeks inside-
Rayna Von Tosh: What are we to do with this?
-After exchanging puzzled expressions, the three simultaneously seem to reach the same conclusion.-
****
-Taylor is shown pushing the crate along until she reaches a dressing room labeled "LayCool". After parking the man in the box, she hurriedly makes a retreat.-
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