Post by Mike Ragnal on Mar 7, 2007 17:41:17 GMT -5
*We're in the same hotel room as last time, with Mike Ragnal sitting on the same bed as last time, in his regular clothes, using the same remote as...well, you get the point. He's watching through something on television, when suddenly, Sasha Pehl walks over to him, wearing red laced black lingerie. She sits down next to him, nuzzling her head on his shoulder.*
MIKE: Just a few more minutes...
*Sasha takes her head off his shoulder and just rolls her eyes.*
SASHA: Goodness, luv, that's what you said two hours ago! AND two hours before that...
*Mike sits silently, still watching the TV. He blinks, then shakes his head and looks over to Sasha.*
MIKE: Sorry, you were talking?
*Sasha, utterly annoyed at this point, places her hand up to her face, and drags it downward.*
SASHA: Mike sweetie, I know you really want to focus on this match with Biggs for his Television title, but watching his matches over and over to study them is too much. PLUS, Monday was your birthday, and we didn't get to "celebrate". And worst of all, my...um...
MIKE: Massager?
SASHA: Yes, that. It's batteries are drained.
*She wraps her arms around his stomach, and looks at him poutingly while he continues to watch what's apparently a Biggs match.*
SASHA: I'm a woman, luv. I need to be satsfied.
MIKE: Sasha, I'll get to you in a moment, but right now, I have to focus on making a name for myself. And the only way I can do that is by winning the Television title. THUS, in order for me to do just that, AND get revenge on Biggs for costing me the win last week, I need to study his every last move.
SASHA: But...
MIKE: Sssssh!
*Sasha slaps her thighs as if to give up, but not before standing up right in front of the TV.*
MIKE: Hey, what are you-
*And flashing her breasts. Mike just stares in awe.*
MIKE: Holy...
SASHA: So, you ready now?
MIKE: Hooooooo YEAH, BABY!
*Mike gets on his feet and wraps his arms around Sasha as the two embrace longingly. Mike lets go and starts to take his shirt off, but remembers they have a guest in the room. He looks at the camera, rather upset.*
MIKE: HEY! YOU! BEAT IT!
*Mike grabs the cameraman by the collar and throws him out of the room. Mike slams the door, and the last thing we see as we fade out is the door with 'B10' as the room number.*
MIKE: Just a few more minutes...
*Sasha takes her head off his shoulder and just rolls her eyes.*
SASHA: Goodness, luv, that's what you said two hours ago! AND two hours before that...
*Mike sits silently, still watching the TV. He blinks, then shakes his head and looks over to Sasha.*
MIKE: Sorry, you were talking?
*Sasha, utterly annoyed at this point, places her hand up to her face, and drags it downward.*
SASHA: Mike sweetie, I know you really want to focus on this match with Biggs for his Television title, but watching his matches over and over to study them is too much. PLUS, Monday was your birthday, and we didn't get to "celebrate". And worst of all, my...um...
MIKE: Massager?
SASHA: Yes, that. It's batteries are drained.
*She wraps her arms around his stomach, and looks at him poutingly while he continues to watch what's apparently a Biggs match.*
SASHA: I'm a woman, luv. I need to be satsfied.
MIKE: Sasha, I'll get to you in a moment, but right now, I have to focus on making a name for myself. And the only way I can do that is by winning the Television title. THUS, in order for me to do just that, AND get revenge on Biggs for costing me the win last week, I need to study his every last move.
SASHA: But...
MIKE: Sssssh!
*Sasha slaps her thighs as if to give up, but not before standing up right in front of the TV.*
MIKE: Hey, what are you-
*And flashing her breasts. Mike just stares in awe.*
MIKE: Holy...
SASHA: So, you ready now?
MIKE: Hooooooo YEAH, BABY!
*Mike gets on his feet and wraps his arms around Sasha as the two embrace longingly. Mike lets go and starts to take his shirt off, but remembers they have a guest in the room. He looks at the camera, rather upset.*
MIKE: HEY! YOU! BEAT IT!
*Mike grabs the cameraman by the collar and throws him out of the room. Mike slams the door, and the last thing we see as we fade out is the door with 'B10' as the room number.*
