PART ONE - LOVE, HATE, CHARITY!
Feb 27, 2015 6:38:22 GMT -4
Vladimir Strife, Desperado, and 2 more like this
Post by Slut (✿ ◕‿◕) on Feb 27, 2015 6:38:22 GMT -4
Back behind the stage, where the fans only occasionally get to see stuff, there is a corridor. The corridor’s humming silence is disturbed from the far end as a door squeaks open and slammed shut. A few people standing about get a jump scare and turn to see what the commotion is all about.
Stooped a little, Kahlan ignores the stares and limps on, shuffling her right leg behind. “Stupid popcorn, fat, greasy, round, cauliflower -”
“Kahlan?”
“I bloody hate cauliflower! The white, green-”
“Kahlan?”
“It has no taste! Why would anyone like-”
“Kahlan?”
“Vegetables all reek! I hate that spinach headed freakin-”
“Kahlan?”
“WHAT!?”
“Can I have a quick word with you, please? The camera’s rolling.” Lizzie Morna’s infectious smile confirms as much, standing next to the dude shouldering the huge gadget.
Kahlan looks up to Lizzie, to the camera, then back at Lizzie. A meek smile works itself around the corners of her lips and she straightens up. “Ouch!”
“Are you OK?”
“Oh yes, yes I am! I just … er…. fell down some steps!”
“About your match with Skull-”
“No it’s not that! It doesn’t hurt because of that!”
Lizzie gawks back. Kahlan quickly looks up and bites her lower lip.
“You were saying about the match with Skull?”
“The fans want to know your thoughts as an aftermath?”
“Umm, yes! The fans! I love them all!” To the camera, “I love you all!”
“I’m sure they appreciate that, but what do you have to say about the match with Skull, more specifically?”
“Alright, if you must know, then be it. I was trying to be the good person who doesn’t perform a charity act and then brags about it, but since you insist, then, I pretended I tapped out.”
“What? Why?”
“It was out of the purity of my heart! Honestly!”
Lizzie continues to gawk.
“Listen, the man is obviously in a difficult place. He has been around since the very beginning and nobody takes him seriously. He is a comedy act at most, and not the funny type. He wears goofy clothes, looks goofy, and hangs a chain around his neck like he is John Cena. No I don’t know who John Cena is either, but the matter of fact is I felt sorry for him.
EVPW opens up and everyone comes back and there is a buzz and excitement about. Skull comes back with them and suddenly he realises that no one really cares. He tries to garner some attention and issues the most retarded statement of all time. Pardon my terminology, but the steps I fell down were made out of steel. He says he will retire if he loses his next match. Again, no one even cares. He gets ignored.
Now I, being the kind hearted individual that I am, see this and I can’t bring myself to make him tap out and lose to a girl. Imagine how devastating that would be for him! I don’t want it to be on my conscience, for the next 10 minutes, mind you that’s the maximum I think anyone has ever cared to remember Skull, to be the person to make him cry.”
“Cry?”
“Yea like a toddler. You know, babies!”
“Well, that’s-”
Kahlan cuts Lizzie off, rather brashly! “NO WAY! That can’t be her!”
The Special One shoves Lizzie aside and starts shuffling along, limping towards the other end of the corridor.
END of PART ONE
Stooped a little, Kahlan ignores the stares and limps on, shuffling her right leg behind. “Stupid popcorn, fat, greasy, round, cauliflower -”
“Kahlan?”
“I bloody hate cauliflower! The white, green-”
“Kahlan?”
“It has no taste! Why would anyone like-”
“Kahlan?”
“Vegetables all reek! I hate that spinach headed freakin-”
“Kahlan?”
“WHAT!?”
“Can I have a quick word with you, please? The camera’s rolling.” Lizzie Morna’s infectious smile confirms as much, standing next to the dude shouldering the huge gadget.
Kahlan looks up to Lizzie, to the camera, then back at Lizzie. A meek smile works itself around the corners of her lips and she straightens up. “Ouch!”
“Are you OK?”
“Oh yes, yes I am! I just … er…. fell down some steps!”
“About your match with Skull-”
“No it’s not that! It doesn’t hurt because of that!”
Lizzie gawks back. Kahlan quickly looks up and bites her lower lip.
“You were saying about the match with Skull?”
“The fans want to know your thoughts as an aftermath?”
“Umm, yes! The fans! I love them all!” To the camera, “I love you all!”
“I’m sure they appreciate that, but what do you have to say about the match with Skull, more specifically?”
“Alright, if you must know, then be it. I was trying to be the good person who doesn’t perform a charity act and then brags about it, but since you insist, then, I pretended I tapped out.”
“What? Why?”
“It was out of the purity of my heart! Honestly!”
Lizzie continues to gawk.
“Listen, the man is obviously in a difficult place. He has been around since the very beginning and nobody takes him seriously. He is a comedy act at most, and not the funny type. He wears goofy clothes, looks goofy, and hangs a chain around his neck like he is John Cena. No I don’t know who John Cena is either, but the matter of fact is I felt sorry for him.
EVPW opens up and everyone comes back and there is a buzz and excitement about. Skull comes back with them and suddenly he realises that no one really cares. He tries to garner some attention and issues the most retarded statement of all time. Pardon my terminology, but the steps I fell down were made out of steel. He says he will retire if he loses his next match. Again, no one even cares. He gets ignored.
Now I, being the kind hearted individual that I am, see this and I can’t bring myself to make him tap out and lose to a girl. Imagine how devastating that would be for him! I don’t want it to be on my conscience, for the next 10 minutes, mind you that’s the maximum I think anyone has ever cared to remember Skull, to be the person to make him cry.”
“Cry?”
“Yea like a toddler. You know, babies!”
“Well, that’s-”
Kahlan cuts Lizzie off, rather brashly! “NO WAY! That can’t be her!”
The Special One shoves Lizzie aside and starts shuffling along, limping towards the other end of the corridor.
END of PART ONE
