Faith Moore V Klorine

[-Jack Noble-]

Match Two
Singles Match
Faith Moore vs Klorine
A rematch from AP. The two smoking hot divas look to slap the hell out of each other, in Klorine's case, she needs this win to prove she's just as good as Faith.
Referee: Batilda Kihlstedt

[Faith Moore]

Faith Moore, who is standing backstage in the women's locker room, holds a cellphone up to her right ear as her dog, Punkin, is tucked in between her left arm and her body. She looks as if she is quite upset while she listens to the other persons suggestion over the phone and she then answers back to them.

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"No. I'm not going to lay down and take this. I'm fighting her back. First those nasty comments during the match last week, and now this week she walks into a bar that I frequent and pretends to own the place or be there everyday. I think she is really messed up in the head.. I think.. I think she's trying to be me."

Faith grips her little dog a little bit tighter as she shutters out that last sentence. Obviously being disturbed a great deal by what is going through her pretty little head, she begins to speak again.

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"Now, physical protection.. I don't need.. but if this goes any further.. I may want to get a restraining order because I don't need anything to happen to my sweet lil' Punkin. Hopefully after I beat her tonight, all of this just stops. She realizes she's not me, she realizes she can't beat me and she realizes that she's going to need some major surgery to ever be have as gorgeous as I am. Klorine also needs some faster comebacks, did you hear about our altercation in the bar? She couldn't come up with anything, not one thing, to say back to me after I had completely laid her out verbally. Heck, I'm just happy she didn't start crying."

A grin works it's way onto Faith's face as you can tell she is getting a little bit more comfortable talking out her issues and making herself think she will have absolutely no problem beating Klorine and keeping her away.

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"The best thing she could come up with is "der, your name sounds silly, der." I was almost embarrassed for her.. poor little thing. Welp, I best hit the showers, I've been standing here in this towel for quite some time now."

The screen zooms out, showing off Faith Moore's perfectly placed towel. Not too conservative, but not leaving all too much for the imagination either. Guys on the other side of the screen are going absolutely crazy looking at this beautiful woman.

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"Okay, best to you.. bye."

Faith clicks the end button on her touch screen phone and tosses it onto another towel that's on top of her gym bag. She then bends over and places Punkin on the floor and turns her back to the camera as she then drops the towel and walks in to the back room where the showers are.