Post by hamstergirl on Mar 10, 2009 14:28:19 GMT -5
[Hamster Girl is sat at an outside table with an umbrella at a restaurant. The waiter has just brought her a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a glass of beer. She seems to have gotten a liking for alcohol. Sat across her, dipping crusty chunks of French loaf into a bowl of gazpacho (a Mexican soup dish served cold) and a side order of baked beans, is her new manager after winning the hardcore title Sammy Stoner.]
SS: They don’t even serve damn croutons with this.
[He pours the soup out of the edge of his spoon.]
SS: What is this shit?
[Hamster Girl jumps up and down in her seat.]
HG: I want cherry sauce on my ice cream! Where’s the waiter?
[Sammy Stone puts on a pair of glasses before scraping butter onto his bread.]
SS: Can’t you be serious? We’re here to discuss your career prospects after becoming the You Gotta Be Kidding Me, erm, Are You… the hardcore title! Damn BOB, I should never have agreed to work for them backstage.
[Hamster Girl just has a golden smile on her face as she looks through the desserts section of the menu.]
HG: I want ginger biscuits in cream and sugared plums and a bowl of strawberry ice cream! And a bowl of peanuts and a plate of kung pao chicken!
SS: Those things aren’t even on the menu!
HG: I don’t care, I’m so excited!
SS: How much candy did you eat before coming here?!
[Hamster Girl continues to fidget in her seat.]
HG: Where the heck is the waiter already?
SS: Look, you’re a shoe in to beat the frickin title belt itself, but considering you’re in a hardcore division… and, well… you aren’t exactly the most violent wrestler ever.
HG: I watched that Mick Foley and Ric Fair match on the BOB forums, I know what I have to do.
SS: Yeah, sure… but I thought facing someone like XXXtreme Machine next would be a good idea; everybody beats him!
HG: That guy smells like he doesn’t shower!
SS: Be that as it may, I do think I should try to get your next match against him if you keep the title at the upcoming show.
HG: Holy smokes! I forgot I had a training session today! I’m late!
[Hamster Girl hurriedly leaves the table, grabbing her Hello Kitty handbag and pink anorak from the back of her chair on the way; leaving Sammy Stoner alone with his gazpacho.]
SS: They don’t even serve damn croutons with this.
[He pours the soup out of the edge of his spoon.]
SS: What is this shit?
[Hamster Girl jumps up and down in her seat.]
HG: I want cherry sauce on my ice cream! Where’s the waiter?
[Sammy Stone puts on a pair of glasses before scraping butter onto his bread.]
SS: Can’t you be serious? We’re here to discuss your career prospects after becoming the You Gotta Be Kidding Me, erm, Are You… the hardcore title! Damn BOB, I should never have agreed to work for them backstage.
[Hamster Girl just has a golden smile on her face as she looks through the desserts section of the menu.]
HG: I want ginger biscuits in cream and sugared plums and a bowl of strawberry ice cream! And a bowl of peanuts and a plate of kung pao chicken!
SS: Those things aren’t even on the menu!
HG: I don’t care, I’m so excited!
SS: How much candy did you eat before coming here?!
[Hamster Girl continues to fidget in her seat.]
HG: Where the heck is the waiter already?
SS: Look, you’re a shoe in to beat the frickin title belt itself, but considering you’re in a hardcore division… and, well… you aren’t exactly the most violent wrestler ever.
HG: I watched that Mick Foley and Ric Fair match on the BOB forums, I know what I have to do.
SS: Yeah, sure… but I thought facing someone like XXXtreme Machine next would be a good idea; everybody beats him!
HG: That guy smells like he doesn’t shower!
SS: Be that as it may, I do think I should try to get your next match against him if you keep the title at the upcoming show.
HG: Holy smokes! I forgot I had a training session today! I’m late!
[Hamster Girl hurriedly leaves the table, grabbing her Hello Kitty handbag and pink anorak from the back of her chair on the way; leaving Sammy Stoner alone with his gazpacho.]