Post by Mike Ragnal on Mar 26, 2007 8:51:01 GMT -5
*Fade in to an early morning scene outside of a house. Mike Ragnal walks out, revealing to you, the viewer that yes, this is his house. Out in nothing but his crimson robe, Mike breathes in the fresh, morning air, then grabs the newspaper and heads back inside, right to the kitchen, where Sasha Pehl is wearing nothing but an apron and her bra and panties, cooking up some eggs. Mike walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, planting a kiss on her cheek before smiling.*
SASHA: And good morning to you, too.
*He puts his hand under the apron, and rubs at her stomach.*
MIKE: Damn, you're still hot from last night. Think we could cook breakfast on your body better than the stove.*
*The two have a laugh before Mike sits down at the table, and opens up the paper as Sasha takes the frying pan and places the eggs on a plate.*
SASHA: You seem rather chipper this morning.
MIKE: And I shouldn't be?
*Sasha picks the plate up and puts it between herself and Mike on the table as she sits down.*
SASHA: Well, you did, after all, lose to another newbie.
MIKE: Hey now, I let my steam off about that after the match. You were there, remember? Besides, it'd be a miracle if Jimboy can last a month.
*Mike flips the page over before picking a fork up and grabbing a piece of egg. He chews as he talks.*
MIKE: Nah, I'm happy because I took your advice. I called out Logan, and Seth approved of it. So in a matter of a few weeks, yours truly is going to make a name for himself at Blast.
*Sasha giggles before taking a piece of egg herself.*
SASHA: I don't have any doubts about it. But you know...you do have a match against Rick Mad. Apparently he's a former rival of Logan's.
MIKE: Cool beans. So what do you think I should do?
SASHA: Hm?
*Mike puts the paper down and looks at Sasha.*
MIKE: Should I ask Mad for advice on how to beat Logan, or just go out there and beat him up to show him I mean business.
*Sasha just shrugs before taking a drink of milk. As she swallows the milk, a small drip runs down her mouth, and she gives her answer.*
SASHA: That's up to you, luv.
*Mike just looks at the drip of milk and laughs to himself, Sasha giving a puzzled look.*
SASHA: What's wrong?
MIKE: Nothing, nothing...you just reminded me of last night, that's all.
*Sasha, thinking she knows what he's talking about, wipes her mouth off and feels the wetness going across her arm. For some reason, she can't help but join in the laughter. A few seconds later, Mike gets up from the table and walks out of the room.*
MIKE: Well, I'm gonna take a shower. After that, I'm off to the gym. Gotta get ready for Logan.
*As Mike walks off, Sasha nods, then goes for another egg. Before she puts it in her mouth, she stops, thinks about where Mike is going just now, then stands up from the table. She walks in Mike's direction, taking her apron off and leaving it on the floor, and the scene fades out.*
SASHA: And good morning to you, too.
*He puts his hand under the apron, and rubs at her stomach.*
MIKE: Damn, you're still hot from last night. Think we could cook breakfast on your body better than the stove.*
*The two have a laugh before Mike sits down at the table, and opens up the paper as Sasha takes the frying pan and places the eggs on a plate.*
SASHA: You seem rather chipper this morning.
MIKE: And I shouldn't be?
*Sasha picks the plate up and puts it between herself and Mike on the table as she sits down.*
SASHA: Well, you did, after all, lose to another newbie.
MIKE: Hey now, I let my steam off about that after the match. You were there, remember? Besides, it'd be a miracle if Jimboy can last a month.
*Mike flips the page over before picking a fork up and grabbing a piece of egg. He chews as he talks.*
MIKE: Nah, I'm happy because I took your advice. I called out Logan, and Seth approved of it. So in a matter of a few weeks, yours truly is going to make a name for himself at Blast.
*Sasha giggles before taking a piece of egg herself.*
SASHA: I don't have any doubts about it. But you know...you do have a match against Rick Mad. Apparently he's a former rival of Logan's.
MIKE: Cool beans. So what do you think I should do?
SASHA: Hm?
*Mike puts the paper down and looks at Sasha.*
MIKE: Should I ask Mad for advice on how to beat Logan, or just go out there and beat him up to show him I mean business.
*Sasha just shrugs before taking a drink of milk. As she swallows the milk, a small drip runs down her mouth, and she gives her answer.*
SASHA: That's up to you, luv.
*Mike just looks at the drip of milk and laughs to himself, Sasha giving a puzzled look.*
SASHA: What's wrong?
MIKE: Nothing, nothing...you just reminded me of last night, that's all.
*Sasha, thinking she knows what he's talking about, wipes her mouth off and feels the wetness going across her arm. For some reason, she can't help but join in the laughter. A few seconds later, Mike gets up from the table and walks out of the room.*
MIKE: Well, I'm gonna take a shower. After that, I'm off to the gym. Gotta get ready for Logan.
*As Mike walks off, Sasha nods, then goes for another egg. Before she puts it in her mouth, she stops, thinks about where Mike is going just now, then stands up from the table. She walks in Mike's direction, taking her apron off and leaving it on the floor, and the scene fades out.*
