Boobs claws and pipebombs

[Faith Moore]

A slender woman has her back turns to the entrance of a trendy bar downtown. Her sparkling blond hair flows to just about beneath her shoulder blades.

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"One more please!"

Her soft, cute voice eggs on the bartender to drop everything he is doing and serve up another Martini for the woman who won her match at the last EVPW show. He quickly walks towards her with the select drink in his hand. He then says "Here you are, miss. Say, this place can get kind of rough at night, do you have someone to watch your back?" Faith snaps the drink from his hand and places it before her, she then looks up into the mans eyes.

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"I'm the best female wrestler alive, and you think someone needs to watch my back? Hun, I should be the one asking you that question."

The bartender nods his head while it looks as if his manhood has shriveled up into a little package and hit the floor below him. He walks away while Faith quirks a smile. The door of the bar swings open as another female comes through the door. Moore takes a little sip of her beverage before turning her stool around to see who has entered the room.

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take it away!!!..... you know who

[Klorine]

(sorry for the wait!)

Koraline had no idea why she was even going out... she didn't need a drink to heal her wounded pride, just a punching bag and... ah what the hell was she thinking... Of course she needed a drink... god she wasn't some straight edge sissy girl... Koraline was asylum raised and bred to fight. She pushed open the door to the Bar and there she was... Blonde, Beautiful, and Canadian... Faith Moore! Why'd she have to be here... this was a place for people like Koraline...

Klorine
"who the hell names there kid Faith? That sounds like a Band Name... like Faith No More..." She said Sitting on a stool next to Faith. "George, Gimme the usual." She said. George Smiled and got Kora a Mai tai. Koraline decided long ago after meeting that dude that if she had A drink once and a while, it wasn't going to kill her. She took a sip of the drink after George handed it to her. "Plus, Why the hell do we need a stinky Canadian and her smelly puppy here anyway... i thought this was a wrestling company, not a frigging doggy daycare!" She said After a few swigs of her mai tai.

[Faith Moore]

Faith seems a bit taken back by the poor insults and confused since Punkin isn't in the bar with her. Regardless, this is her bar, as previously stated this is a trendy bar downtown which she frequents, and is surprised because she has never seen Klorine there once.

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"I don't really believe it's my hygiene that should be called into question when your hair looks like a rat's nest. Also, who taught you how to do your eyeliner.. a clown? I mean, really, you look like Bozo the child molester. And yes, EVPW is a wrestling company.. I'm glad you've realized that.. and that's exactly what I'm here to do. As a matter of fact, I remember beating you last week fair and square, so maybe it's you who shouldn't be in EVPW. I'm Faith Moore, the Canadian Sweetheart and the world's greatest woman wrestler, and you're... you're just a low down skanky looking female that smells up the place with poor decisions and bad karma."

Ms. Moore then quirks her head, a cocky smile emerges across her bold and beautiful lips. She then picks up her glass to take another sip of her martini. On the other hand, Klorine must be fuming, however she is still, somehow, keeping her cool on the outside.

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"Oh, and you see that guy over there?"

Faith eyes over her shoulder, being indiscreet about who she is talking about. Klorine nods as she glances over in the direction Faith had led her eyes. The man is pushing on what we call, the hefty side, has some pock marks and sits alone. One wonders why he is in a trendy bar of this nature at all.

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"You see how out of place he looks? That's the male version of you. You're out of place here and in EVPW. Now, why don't you run along to one of the emo rat holes you belong in, kay? Mama has some drinking to do."

The Canadian Sweetheart is being the opposite of sweet as she turns into quite the bitch when someone comes into her sort of bar calling her names. She grins at Klorine and goes back to her own business.


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EOT or TBCB Klorine
or anyone who wants to jump into this i guess lol....