Post by jerri on Jun 6, 2009 4:04:29 GMT -5
[The smell of bleach and hospital food hangs in the air like treacle as we fade in on a hospital bed occupied by Jerri Li, who somehow survived the massacre of dumb characters earlier in the week. Chingachgook is sat by her side, munching on an apple.]
Jerri: Where am I?
Chingachgook: Ah, you’re awake.
[Jerri rubs her eyes and feels at her throat, a scar running across it.]
Chingachgook: The doctors patched you up after that insane killing spree.
[Jerri combs her hair off her face with her hands.]
Jerri: Aren’t you dead?
Chingachgook: Yes, well, I was. Seems there’s more satantic druids running around BOB than wrestlers these days.
[Jerri turns onto her side, reaching for a bottle of water on a nearby table, and sees a shadowy figure stood in the doorway.]
Jerri: Hello?
Chingachgook: Oh, come in Xing.
Jerri: Xing?
[Out of the shadows steps a woman in a white, body length traditional Vietnamese dress and a rice paddy hat. Her eyes are barely half open and she has a permanent snarl on her lips.]
Chingachgook: Allow me to introduce you to Xing Long, one of my students. I heard that you hold the NGETFA Tag Titles by yourself, and that you need a partner to hold them with. And after seeing those sick freaks you’ve been teaming up with as of late die, I instantly thought of her as a perfect fit for you.
Jerri: Nice to meet you. Any student of this old fart has to be a psychopath, so I’m sure we’ll get along swimmingly.
Xing: ...
Jerri: Where am I?
Chingachgook: Ah, you’re awake.
[Jerri rubs her eyes and feels at her throat, a scar running across it.]
Chingachgook: The doctors patched you up after that insane killing spree.
[Jerri combs her hair off her face with her hands.]
Jerri: Aren’t you dead?
Chingachgook: Yes, well, I was. Seems there’s more satantic druids running around BOB than wrestlers these days.
[Jerri turns onto her side, reaching for a bottle of water on a nearby table, and sees a shadowy figure stood in the doorway.]
Jerri: Hello?
Chingachgook: Oh, come in Xing.
Jerri: Xing?
[Out of the shadows steps a woman in a white, body length traditional Vietnamese dress and a rice paddy hat. Her eyes are barely half open and she has a permanent snarl on her lips.]
Chingachgook: Allow me to introduce you to Xing Long, one of my students. I heard that you hold the NGETFA Tag Titles by yourself, and that you need a partner to hold them with. And after seeing those sick freaks you’ve been teaming up with as of late die, I instantly thought of her as a perfect fit for you.
Jerri: Nice to meet you. Any student of this old fart has to be a psychopath, so I’m sure we’ll get along swimmingly.
Xing: ...