Post by Sarah Twilight on Apr 24, 2016 4:58:56 GMT -5
Sunday, April 17th, 2016
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
11:54pm - Post Slam
It had been just under an hour since the night's airing of Slam had come to a close. Most of the crowd had by now dispersed and only a few remaining talent gathered ther belongings to pack up for the evening and begin the trek to Toronto for Aftermath. There is a large click as the heavy steel door exiting the main arena into the parking garage area is pushed open. Sarah Twilight steps out into the parking garage, currently preoccupied with her smart phone. The Mistress of Mischief is, as always, the picture of beauty. She wears a soft, powdered purple Nike tee shirt with a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of black Nike sneakers with purple swoosh and trim. Her gorgeous red hair shines vibrantly under the fluorescent lights of the parking structure. A natural body and bounce to her hair as it wraps itself perfectly over her shoulders. Sarah's emerald green eyes once again hold that sparkle of desire as she looks down at whatever message she was reading on her new iPhone.
As the Mistress of Mischief steps out away from the exit door, a vehicle approaches her and comes to a stop. Sarah looks up from her phone to see a black limousine pull up in front of her just a few feet away. The dark tinted back window slowly rolls down until Sarah can recognize a familiar face within the limousine. Seth Lerch waves his hand to Sarah with a nod as his limousine comes to a full stop.
Seth Lerch:Hop in!
Sarah quirks a brow slightly as the ride service was quite unexpected. Nonetheless she makes her way around to the opposite side of the limousine where the driver stands waiting, holding the door open for her and she enters.
Sarah: Chauffeur service ... not bad.
Sarah enters the vehicle as the driver shuts the door behind her. Seth nods at her comment with a slight roll of his shoulders which was almost an actual shrug. For Seth, riding around in limousines was not ever a big deal. However, extending that courtesy to one of his WCF talent was indeed a big deal. Seth looks content with a pretty decent sized grin upon his face. His white collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top and his gray and blue striped necktie was laying at his side along with his dark gray blazer. In his hand he holds a small tumbler that, based on the scent permeating throughout the back of limousine, contained a very strong scotch. Sarah looks at him oddly for a moment. If Seth was drinking hard scotch when he was in a good mood, what the hell does he go to when he's lost it?
The limousine pulls away from the arena and begins it's way back toward the hotel where ... Sarah had been given a penthouse suite, paid for by WCF. All of the luxuries were a nice touch ... but very unexpected on Sarah's part. The Mistress of Mischief looks up from her phone to query Seth just as such. Seth continues working on his scotch, gazing out of the window, watching the scenery roll on by. Sarah isn't shy about getting straight to the point with Seth, so she does.
Sarah: I appreciate the ride ... the suite ... all of it. But none of this was a part of our agreement, Seth. So what gives?
Seth turns away from the window to look back at Sarah with a smile. He takes another gulp of his scotch, holding the glass forward and extending his pointer finger, shaking it a few times with an accompanying nod as he swallows the drink.
Seth Lerch:I knew I liked you for a reason. Can't get anything by you, can I?
Sarah's interest peaks now and she folds her arms across her chest and slightly narrows her eyes at Seth, curious as to what this was all about. Seth isn't beating around the bush, either. He lays it on the table for Sarah as he continues to cradle his drink.
Seth Lerch:Things have just gone so well thus far. Logan and Orbit have been at each other's throats for months and I didn't have to deal with Orbit myself. One of Beachkrew is guaranteed to be the next number one contender to the WCF World Championship ... partly thanks to you doing as I asked. And I don't have hundreds of complaints a day about Katherine Phoenix abusing her twitter account. That is completely thanks to you.
Seth laughs for a brief moment before taking down another swallow of his scotch.
Seth Lerch:So the way I see it ... keeping this business arrangement is good for me. I'll take care of you ... you take care of me when I ask.
Sarah's eyes seriously begin to narrow at Seth now. She starts shaking her head vehemently.
Sarah: Seth, I'm letting you know right now that if you're trying to get laid ... it's not gonna happen.
Seth nearly spits out the scotch he was just pouring into his mouth and turns to Sarah with a completely shocked look on his face.
Seth Lerch:Hey now! If I wanted to get laid, I'd tell you to bend over like I do to Jayson Price ...
Seth goes completely silent and there is a very awkward moment in the back of the limousine.
Seth Lerch:Let's ... just forget about what I said there.
Sarah is staring at Seth with daggers in her eyes. Seth reaches a finger into his collar and stretches it from his neck, feeling the tension. That is, until Sarah bursts out laughing, and shaking her head in amusement. Seth begins to snicker as well as the mood completely lightens up. Seth is able to explain what he actually meant at this point.
Seth Lerch:Look, I'm just saying that one hand washes the other. Our business arrangement has worked out well and there's no reason for me to not want to continue it. So just consider all of this extra stuff ... a bonus.
A bonus? This actually meant that the next time Seth needed something done, he would expect Sarah handle it ... which was fine of course. Having a working relationship with the owner of the company is never a bad thing, as these extra perks were showing. This wasn't even including the ridiculously large sum of money Seth had given to Sarah earlier that night on Slam for doing something as simple as stepping aside for #Beachkrew in the Trilogy Cup. Perhaps this is why Seth had given her the match that he had for Aftermath ... as a reward for her services. However, the Mistress of Mischief was less than excited about the contest ... in fact it flat out bored the hell out of her. She isn't shy about making this known to Seth either.
Sarah: Bonus ... right. I gotcha. As I said, I appreciate all of this ... and you don't have to worry, you know I'm all about business. But was it really necessary to give me a warm-up match at Aftermath? I mean ... we ARE trying to actually SELL tickets to a major Pay Per View event, aren't we?
Seth glances at Sarah, appearing a bit puzzled by her comment for a brief moment.
Seth Lerch:Warm-up match? ... Oh right, Phantasm.
Seth chuckles a bit as he pieces it all together. He shrugs a bit.
Seth Lerch:He's been begging me for this match for years. I just wanted to shut him up about it. ... Ya know, I never liked that guy. Just ... something about him.
Seth momentarily goes off into his own thoughts before realizing he'd drifted away from the issue at hand and promptly returns his focus to the matter and addresses it.
Seth Lerch:Anyway yeah, I mean ... if it's a problem I can just change the match?
Seth reaches into the pocket of his gray blazer and takes hold of his phone. He sets his tumbler of scotch into the drink holder at his side and puts his attention on his duties as WCF owner. After a few swipes he's at a nice simple app that allows him to make changes to the card, approve a new hire to the company ... and even fire someone with just a few pushes of a button.
Seth Lerch:Let's see .... Corey Black ... Jayson Price ... hmmmm.
Sarah smirks a bit and shakes her head.
Sarah: No it's fine. I don't mind kicking Phantasm's ass all over Toronto. I just expected more of a challenge is all. Warm-up match will do.
Seth nods, still working around the apps as he dititally fires a few wastes of space from the company, taking an almost perverted joy in doing so. The maniacal grin upon his face further showcases his satisfaction with destroying lives as he casually returns his phone to the pocket of his blazer as if he hadn't just pink slipped half a dozen people.
Seth Lerch:Alright good. That saves me the headache of trying to find someone who can actually compete with you.
Sarah's lips curl up with the most devilish of grins as Seth says that. She leans back into her seat and props her feet up on the very empty leather cushions adjacent to her. Folding her hands smugly behind her head as her emerald green eyes gleam with pride.
Sarah: Why the hell did you even re-hire that pathetic waste?
Seth thinks about this for a moment, really ... truly pondering it before he reaches his conclusion.
Seth Lerch:Come to think of it ... I never actually re-hired him. He just kinda showed up. He's not getting a paycheck and yet he's still here ... for some odd reason. It's similar to that Erin Robbins girl you hired back in thirteen. She is no longer employed here, yet she continues to perform her last assigned task in payroll. You'd think she'd figure out she isn't being paid by now!
Sarah cackles at the notion that Polar Phantasm was basically working for free at this point.
Sarah: So you mean to tell me, that after I beat the ever living shit out of Captain Klondike ... he isn't even being paid for becoming my punching bag?
Seth frowns a bit as a realization hits him.
Seth Lerch:Welp ... I'm going to have to pay him SOMETHING for being at one of my pay per views ... this of course is to avoid legal action if he were to suffer major injury. And with you as of late ... that is highly likely to happen to him.
Seth once again pulls out his phone and searches through his apps. He is unhappy about having no choice but to actually pay Polar Phantasm for working a pay per view but upon inspection of his options ... a smile returns to his face.
Seth Lerch:Ha! I only am required to pay him as enhancement talent being as he isn't actually contracted to WCF. So all in all, he will make about fifty dollars for Aftermath. And legally, I am not liable for any injuries he may sustain because so long as I pay him that fifty spot, the waiver of accountability takes effect!
Seth grins big as he places his phone back into his blazer and retrieves the remnants of his scotch. He pulls the tumbler to his lips and gulps down the last swallow. Afterward he leans forward to the mini bar in back of the limousine and pours himself another round of the scotch. Sarah places a finger to her chin as she had listened to Seth's revelation and a devilish smirk crosses her face one again.
Sarah: You want me to end that poor bastard don't you?
Seth, as being the owner of WCF admits nothing with his response.
Seth Lerch:If something were to happen to him ... well, it wouldn't be my fault.
Sarah smirks heavily and takes the response for what it is, knowing the hidden undertone as such.
Sarah: No of course not. It wouldn't be your fault at all.
She laughs.
Sarah: When I send his ass back to old Antarctica or whatever the fuck bullshit that's supposed to be ... you will have held no part in that. And believe me, I will take pleasure in sending that Polar Bear Club retard packing.
The limousine slows down and comes to a halt as it pulls into the semi-circular drive of the Ritz-Carlton hotel and suites on Sherbrooke West in downtown Montreal. The best rated hotel in the entire city was obviously the perfect choice for Seth Lerch to spend his time at away from his program. Although the fact that he had also set Sarah Twilight up with a suite here while the rest of his roster stayed down the block at the Best Western spoke volumes. Both Seth and Sarah exit the limousine as the driver makes his rounds to accommodate them. He gathers Seth's bags from the trunk and the two make their way toward the main lobby of the hotel.
Seth Lerch:I have a few meetings I need to handle, but I'll send a car for you day after tomorrow when we head out to Toronto. I'll see you at Aftermath, good luck!
The two shake hands and Sarah almost flat out laughs at the gesture of being wished good luck in her match against the Polar Phantasm. The two part ways and Sarah makes her way toward the elevator to return to her suite.
Tuesday, April 19th, 2016
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
10:13am
Sarah Twilight makes her way through the lobby of the elegant Ritz-Carlton hotel in beautiful downtown Montreal. She drags behind her a set of luggage as she makes her way to the exit of the building where a car, ordered by Seth Lerch would be waiting. The Mistress of Mischief looks absolutely stunning as usual. She wears a black and white tee shirt with the self franchising phrase "The Only One" written across the breast of her shirt in a baseball style logo. On the back of the shirt where normally a player number would appear, was simple the phrase #IHOP. The stylish tee was accompanied by a black pair or denim jeans as well as a black pair of Nike sneakers with white swoosh and trim. Sarah's silver pentacle charm dangles from her neck as always and her radiant red hair is tied back in a ponytail. As she exits the hotel into the glistening sunlight, her emerald eyes sparkle brightly and twinkle under every ray of sun that crosses her face.
There is a large silver stretch limousine at curbside as Sarah walks out from the building. The chauffeur of the vehicle holds a small white sign that has the name "Twilight" written across it. Sarah acknowledges the driver and he hastily opens the rear door of the limousine for her. Once inside, she realizes that she is not alone on this journey as a small camera crew sits toward the front of the limousine fully equipped and prepared to film Sarah's journey to Toronto. Sarah narrows her eyes and looks at the crew, rather annoyed.
Sarah: What the fuck is this shit?
There is only one person present among the crew who isn't holding some sort of equipment. The young blonde woman gets up from her seat and shuffles toward the back of the car. She extends her hand to Sarah and introduces herself.
Woman: Summer Madison. We're here to film the newest episode of WCF Traveling Buddies.
Sarah does not take the woman's hand, which leads to a very awkward moment. The Mistress of Mischief is clearly quite perturbed at the idea of being filmed for some ridiculous show on the WCF network. Aside from this issue, she was traveling ALONE, as always was the case. Finally, Sarah reaches forward and grabs the woman by the shirt collar and pulls her in close, merely centimeters from one another.
Sarah: I don't give a shit what you're here for. I'm traveling by myself and I don't want you, or your fucking cameras disturbing me for the duration of my ride. So you, and your goofy ass crew can take your shit and get the fuck out of here!
Ms. Madison was clearly shaken by the hostile encounter. However, as the limousine had taken off and by now had made it's way to its next destination, Summer Madison had the unenviable task of informing Sarah that she wouldn't exactly be traveling alone.
Summer Madison: I ... I'm sorry Miss Twilight, but this wasn't decided by me. We are filming Traveling Buddies ... because that is what we were ordered to do. And ... your "buddies" are who we're picking up right now.
Sarah's anger ceases for the time being and is replaced by pure confusion as to what the actual fuck this woman was even talking about. She turns her head to look out through the heavily tinted windows of the limo to see WCF Tag Team and Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes standing curbside in front of the Best Western hotel of Montreal alongside Crystal Knight. The two were slated to be her Trios partners in coming weeks but it was quite apparent that Sarah was NOT happy about sharing her ride with either of them, let alone a camera crew to boot.
Holmes' eyes widen as the silver stretch limo pulls in front of him. Crystal looks absolutely starstruck JUST at seeing a limousine. The two obviously hadn't expected THIS to be their ride as it was commonplace for stars to use rental cars and hitch rides together to cut travel costs. Sarah, now realizing there wasn't going to be much of a choice in the matter, being as Seth had provided the ride to begin with ... lets down the window to speak to Andre and Crystal.
Sarah: I guess we're here to pick you up.
She says, forcing as much of a smile as she possibly could given the circumstances. The lackluster invitation goes unnoticed however as Holmes had his own interpretation of such star treatment. Meanwhile Crystal was simply in awe of any such treatment.
Andre Holmes: I KNEW I should have taken that psycho bitch out. I could be living it up like this. You see this? You see this Crystal? Now THIS is how you come up in the world. Damn Sarah, I see how you roll. I like it!
Crystal's jaw drops and she looks at Andre, highly disappointed.
Crystal Knight: Andre! How can you possibly say that Seth would reward such a violent action against Katherine?!
Andre looks at Crystal as if she had three heads.
Andre Holmes: Because he did.
Crystal looks horrified and folds her arms, almost pouting.
Crystal Knight: If that is true, I want no part in this! That is horrible ... how could anyone celebrate something like that?
Andre shrugs his shoulders as he hands off his baggage to the limousine driver, only retaining one small duffel bag which he keeps at his side. Andre gets into the limousine as the door is held open for him, leaving Crystal there standing on the curb. Both Sarah and Andre glare at her.
Sarah: If you wanna walk to Toronto, that's fine by me.
Sarah hits the button on the side panel of the door and begins rolling up the window. Crystal has no response and stifles herself with a huge sigh before relenting and entering the limousine as well. Once the two are in and the door is shut ... Sarah's face begins to contort a bit as she takes a few sniffs of the air.
Sarah: Alright ... which one of you fuckers doesn't shower? It smells like shit in here.
Andre shakes his head as he lifts his arms and sniffs himself just to be sure.
Andre Holmes: I shower every day girl. I don't know what you're talking about.
Sarah turns her gaze to Crystal Knight, who looks completely insulted by the insinuation.
Crystal Knight: How could you even think such a thing?!
Sarah continues to make faces at the undeniable stench that has overtaken the back of the limousine and it is only when Andre Holmes unzips his personal duffel bag that the culprit of such a stench comes to light.
Andre proudly removes his WCF Tag Championship belt from the bag, as well as the WCF Hardcore Championship. Sarah immediately puts her foot down.
Sarah: No fucking wonder! That Hardcore belt still smells like Katherine Phoenix ... put that shit in the trunk! Holy shit!
Andre curls up his lips into an aggravated frown, obviously not pleased with Sarah's demand. He sighs.
Andre Holmes: Fine ... but I'll have you know I've power washed this thing, twice!
Andre places the title back into his duffel bag and hands it to the chauffeur who promptly places it in the trunk. Andre keeps his tag belt with him and proudly displays it with him.
For the first half an hour or so, the ride remains uneventful, with the camera crew not being too bothersome or even trying to create conversation. Over time, they ask Andre and Crystal a few questions about their matches and about Trios, but Summer Madison never makes an attempt to question Sarah. And why would she? After the way Sarah responded to the crew being there, avoiding her at all costs was probably the best course of action. The lack of interference from the crew allows Sarah to relax, and enjoy the ride. She settles into her seat and just exudes the arrogance and self importance that had always been her nature. However, seeing this kind of behavior intrigued Andre Holmes who had to assume she was just good at hiding pre-match jitters.
Andre Holmes: You alright, Sarah?
Sarah turns her attention to Andre as he questions her and is a bit confused by the concern, but responds anyway.
Sarah: Yeah, I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be?
Andre Holmes: I'm just saying, you have a pretty big match coming up at Aftermath. I didn't expect you to be so calm about it.
The grin forming upon Sarah's face is unmistakable. She damn near bursts into laughter at such a remark. Andre Holmes, nor Crystal Knight really understand why the statement was such a hoot to Sarah. Though that was about to change.
Sarah: Big match? Are you kidding me? We're talking about the first and ONLY woman to become WCF World Heavyweight Champion ... the first and ONLY woman to ever win the WCF Classic, the first and ONLY woman to ever hold the WCF Tag Team Championships as an all female tag team. I mean ... the MOST successful woman in the HISTORY of WCF versus ... that guy who made people sit and watch him for hours put together a Walmart computer?
Andre and Crystal look at each other and then back to Sarah.
Andre Holmes: Huh what?
Sarah laughs as of course Andre didn't know what she was talking about, so a bit of an explanation was in order. The Traveling Buddies cameras are rolling to capture every bit of this conversation.
Sarah: You know when you log into the WCF network, and you can look at new or old episodes of WCF Saturday Morning?
Andre and Crystal both nod their heads.
Sarah: Yeahhhhh, well at one time, Phantasm uploaded a video of himself building a fucking Walmart computer as part of his promotional material. The only thing that is more sad than wasting your day watching this fucking joke put together this faux War Games computer is why he even did it in the first place.
Crystal interjects with a question of the obvious.
Crystal Knight: Doesn't it take a very long time to build a computer from parts? I mean, did he actually film the whole process?
Sarah sighs with a nod. The thought of seeing him perform such a task was entirely boring to her.
Sarah: Yes, he wasted valuable WCF programming to show the world that he is a fucking retard. And to think, a sure fire hall of famer like myself has to end up trouncing a guy who's biggest claim to fame is starting Pantheon. And at a pay per view no less!
Andre Holmes places his hands over his face and pulls them down quickly, looking at Sarah as if she was crazy right now.
Andre Holmes: Hold up! Hold up! He started Pantheon? Sarah what the fuck?! Pantheon is no joke. They have had some of the most successful WCF stars in history! How are you even overlooking this?
As Andre speaks, Sarah descends into laughter, which only grows more so with each point Andre is making. Crystal looks quite concerned with what is going on and Andre now looks at Sarah blankly. He cannot fathom why she would be taking this match so lightly and making a joke out of it when Phantasm started Pantheon. Sarah eventually regains her composure and addresses Andre's comments.
Sarah: Yeah, Pantheon has done well. There's no denying that. But the fact is, Pantheon has only been at its BEST during the times when Phantasm wasn't around. Patheon succeeded, simply because Phantasm wasn't around to make it FAIL. And there's a damn good reason for that.
Crystal Knight: What's the reason?
Sarah: You see, whether it be the Future Elements, or Pantheon, or Cryogenix or whatever other ridiculous idea Phantasm comes up with ... it's always the same. You have a bunch of guys sitting in a room, around a table, playing cards ... or monopoly, or maybe even dungeons and dragons who the fuck cares?
Sarah shakes her head in disgust even TRYING to explain this mess.
Sarah: The fact is, the reason that you have these people sitting around a table as if they're plotting world takeover like Doctor Evil or some shit ... is because Phantasm looks at himself like he's some top secret, international spy.
Andre and Crystal both look at Sarah with blank expressions on their faces.
Andre Holmes: What?
Sarah: I shit you not. If you look at Jonny Fly, Corey Black ... hell ANY member of Pantheon who is not Phantasm ... they ditched the super spy shit because they're WRESTLERS! They have had success and Phantasm has NOT. The only reason Phantasm started Pantheon, or Cryogenix for that matter was because he NEEDS to feel important. He wants to feel as if he is the leader of a top secret organization who carries out some world changing missions or whatever the fuck goes on in his fucked up brain. I tell you now if there was ever a day that some old ass, wrinkled up British bitch who uses one letter of the alphabet as her name walked into one of his meetings and said "I have an assignment for you!" He'd straight up jizz his pants right then and there. Guy thinks he's a new incarnation of James Bond.
Andre and Crystal by now look more confused than anything. Andre is seriously trying to wrap his head around what he'd just been told, and Crystal ... she is just confused altogether.
Sarah: Hell, he wasn't even TRYING to pretend that he was attempting to be a wrestler anymore with Cryogenix ... which lasted all of fifteen minutes. He convinced a bunch of idiots that they would be wearing ski masks, rappelling into museums with various guns and high tech equipment to save the world or some shit. This guy actually believes somewhere in his mind, that he is on some covert government operation that somehow makes him the most important man in the world. Hell, that motherfucker has a set of earbubs in as we speak, staring at his Walmart computer as if he had the keys to the universe and he is psyching himself up. Telling himself that he is fucking double-o seven while listening to Secret Agent Man.
Sarah reaches to the door panel and retrieves a small remote control. She uses it to turn on the car's radio and begins playing a very appropriate song.
Crystal begins grooving to the song as Andre and Sarah share a laugh at how ridiculous it was that Polar Phantasm truly believed he was a spy. Soon, both of them are staring at Crystal, who slowly ... and reluctantly stops swaying to the music and looks saddened, feeling she had done something wrong. Sarah shrugs it off and continues speaking to her future Trios partners.
Sarah: I wouldn't at all be surprised if Phantasm didn't beg Seth to let us have our match on a fucking spaceship or some other weird shit. The guy just doesn't get it ... he's stepping into the ring with the GREATEST female wrestler to ever compete inside a WCF ring ... and he isn't even a fucking wrestler! He's some comicon retard who somehow thinks that pretending to be a spy is going to magically give him talent inside the ring.
Crystal Knight: There's nothing wrong with comicon!
Again Sarah and Andre shoot "the look" at Crystal, who once again stifles herself.
Sarah: That fucking idiot named his computer "Iceberg Seven" ... a fucking discount store parts, homemade 1982 computer and he thinks he's running gencon. I mean who the FUCK, other than some delusional moron names their computer, pretends to hold top secret, international spy meetings on it, THEN pretends that the computer even does more than allow him to play soliatire and MAYBE connect to dial up internet ... and expects everyone to take that shit seriously?
Andre Holmes: I can't even ... he named his damn computer? What the actual fuckery is this?!
Crystal Knight: I don't think it's nice to be making fun of someone just because they have an overactive imagination.
Andre is about to give Crystal "the look", but by this point Sarah had heard enough of the girl scout. Crystal remains completely focused on Sarah who looks as if she's about to reach over and backhand the blonde.
Sarah: Seriously ... what the fuck is your deal? Weren't you trained by Corey Black? Did you skip the lesson where he tells you NOT to be a fucking pussy? Fuck's sake, this is professional wrestling. We talk shit, deal with it!
Crystal sits there with her hands folded in front of her and doesn't say a word. Sarah exhales a large sigh in disgust of having to pause her conversation because Miss Girl Scout kept on being offended.
Sarah: Anyway ... now that that's over with.
Andre can't help but to chuckle a bit as he shakes his head. He himself had never encountered someone who was so very determined to be "nice" even when it was completely stupid to do so. Well, there was Teo Del Sol so scratch that.
Sarah: This guy has code names for everything. He's from Vegas ... and he calls it "New Antarctica" ... I guess he has to keep up with that "Polar" theme. Talk about a fucking joke. Austin fucking Powers is taken more seriously as an international spy than this guy ever will be. I bet right now the CIA is filming his stupid ass and using that as training material of what NOT to do when you want to be a spy.
Andre Holmes: What I don't get is , how this dude even wind up in WCF if he all looney toon and shit?
Sarah furrows a brow at him and cracks a half a smirk.
Sarah: You work for a company who hired Katherine Phoenix and you seriously have questions as to how the fuck Phantasm works here?
Andre nods his head with a sarcastic smile at the mention of Katherine Phoenix.
Andre Holmes: Touchè.
Sarah sighs as she turns her gaze to the window, watching as the countryside flashes by. Casually she continues her conversation.
Sarah: The worst part about it ... this moron thinks I'm like some Bond villainess. That he is the "hero" of the day or whatever. This guy has been wishing and hoping for a match with me for four fucking years and up until two days ago ... that motherfucker wasn't even on my radar.
She cracks a small smile as she recalls a few things.
Sarah: To think that dipshit puts himself in the same regard as Jonny Fly ... as if he actually had a shot in hell at competing with me. This goes back to the ego he carries with him in thinking he's some important, top secret big shot. This is why he clings to Purse and Orbit now and it's why he attempted and FAILED twice at forming a stable. I mean sure, Pantheon but the fact is, Cryogenix happened and flopped because Pantheon no longer wanted him. They had become successful and he ... well he was still looking to play Where in the World is Carmen Sandiago. So, no ... I'm really not much concerned with this match at Aftermath, Andre.
She turns back from the window and looks to him and Crystal.
Sarah: This isn't some major contest. It isn't some intergalactic battle between good and evil. Hell, it's not even a contest at all. This is simply the greatest female wrestler of all time ... and, that one guy who used to be here playing Cops and Robbers.
Andre Holmes shakes his head with a huge smile on his face.
Andre Holmes: Savage. Just fucking savage.
Sarah's phone rings and she reaches into her pocket to take the call. Andre and Crystal now begin having a quiet side conversation as Sarah handles her business.
Sarah: Oh yes, I made an appointment with Doctor Stratfield for Friday ... One O'clock ... sounds great. Alright, see ya then.
Sarah hangs up the call and it prompts a concerned Crystal who couldn't help but overhear the brief conversation to present a query to Sarah.
Crystal Knight: Doctor? Sarah ... is everything alright?
Andre Holmes: Yeah seriously, anything we should know about?
Sarah dismissively laughs at the calls for concern.
Sarah: Oh no, it's not that kind of doctor. She's a therapist.
This even brings about further confusion from Andre and Crystal.
Andre Holmes: Hold on ... YOU ... of all people, are going for therapy?
Sarah: No, it's not for me ... it's ... don't worry, you'll find out soon enough.
The limousine begins to slow down as it approaches the Four Seasons hotel and suites in Toronto. Our scene fades out.
Edit: OOC: Andre Holmes and Crystal Knight used with permission.
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
11:54pm - Post Slam
It had been just under an hour since the night's airing of Slam had come to a close. Most of the crowd had by now dispersed and only a few remaining talent gathered ther belongings to pack up for the evening and begin the trek to Toronto for Aftermath. There is a large click as the heavy steel door exiting the main arena into the parking garage area is pushed open. Sarah Twilight steps out into the parking garage, currently preoccupied with her smart phone. The Mistress of Mischief is, as always, the picture of beauty. She wears a soft, powdered purple Nike tee shirt with a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of black Nike sneakers with purple swoosh and trim. Her gorgeous red hair shines vibrantly under the fluorescent lights of the parking structure. A natural body and bounce to her hair as it wraps itself perfectly over her shoulders. Sarah's emerald green eyes once again hold that sparkle of desire as she looks down at whatever message she was reading on her new iPhone.
As the Mistress of Mischief steps out away from the exit door, a vehicle approaches her and comes to a stop. Sarah looks up from her phone to see a black limousine pull up in front of her just a few feet away. The dark tinted back window slowly rolls down until Sarah can recognize a familiar face within the limousine. Seth Lerch waves his hand to Sarah with a nod as his limousine comes to a full stop.
Seth Lerch:Hop in!
Sarah quirks a brow slightly as the ride service was quite unexpected. Nonetheless she makes her way around to the opposite side of the limousine where the driver stands waiting, holding the door open for her and she enters.
Sarah: Chauffeur service ... not bad.
Sarah enters the vehicle as the driver shuts the door behind her. Seth nods at her comment with a slight roll of his shoulders which was almost an actual shrug. For Seth, riding around in limousines was not ever a big deal. However, extending that courtesy to one of his WCF talent was indeed a big deal. Seth looks content with a pretty decent sized grin upon his face. His white collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top and his gray and blue striped necktie was laying at his side along with his dark gray blazer. In his hand he holds a small tumbler that, based on the scent permeating throughout the back of limousine, contained a very strong scotch. Sarah looks at him oddly for a moment. If Seth was drinking hard scotch when he was in a good mood, what the hell does he go to when he's lost it?
The limousine pulls away from the arena and begins it's way back toward the hotel where ... Sarah had been given a penthouse suite, paid for by WCF. All of the luxuries were a nice touch ... but very unexpected on Sarah's part. The Mistress of Mischief looks up from her phone to query Seth just as such. Seth continues working on his scotch, gazing out of the window, watching the scenery roll on by. Sarah isn't shy about getting straight to the point with Seth, so she does.
Sarah: I appreciate the ride ... the suite ... all of it. But none of this was a part of our agreement, Seth. So what gives?
Seth turns away from the window to look back at Sarah with a smile. He takes another gulp of his scotch, holding the glass forward and extending his pointer finger, shaking it a few times with an accompanying nod as he swallows the drink.
Seth Lerch:I knew I liked you for a reason. Can't get anything by you, can I?
Sarah's interest peaks now and she folds her arms across her chest and slightly narrows her eyes at Seth, curious as to what this was all about. Seth isn't beating around the bush, either. He lays it on the table for Sarah as he continues to cradle his drink.
Seth Lerch:Things have just gone so well thus far. Logan and Orbit have been at each other's throats for months and I didn't have to deal with Orbit myself. One of Beachkrew is guaranteed to be the next number one contender to the WCF World Championship ... partly thanks to you doing as I asked. And I don't have hundreds of complaints a day about Katherine Phoenix abusing her twitter account. That is completely thanks to you.
Seth laughs for a brief moment before taking down another swallow of his scotch.
Seth Lerch:So the way I see it ... keeping this business arrangement is good for me. I'll take care of you ... you take care of me when I ask.
Sarah's eyes seriously begin to narrow at Seth now. She starts shaking her head vehemently.
Sarah: Seth, I'm letting you know right now that if you're trying to get laid ... it's not gonna happen.
Seth nearly spits out the scotch he was just pouring into his mouth and turns to Sarah with a completely shocked look on his face.
Seth Lerch:Hey now! If I wanted to get laid, I'd tell you to bend over like I do to Jayson Price ...
Seth goes completely silent and there is a very awkward moment in the back of the limousine.
Seth Lerch:Let's ... just forget about what I said there.
Sarah is staring at Seth with daggers in her eyes. Seth reaches a finger into his collar and stretches it from his neck, feeling the tension. That is, until Sarah bursts out laughing, and shaking her head in amusement. Seth begins to snicker as well as the mood completely lightens up. Seth is able to explain what he actually meant at this point.
Seth Lerch:Look, I'm just saying that one hand washes the other. Our business arrangement has worked out well and there's no reason for me to not want to continue it. So just consider all of this extra stuff ... a bonus.
A bonus? This actually meant that the next time Seth needed something done, he would expect Sarah handle it ... which was fine of course. Having a working relationship with the owner of the company is never a bad thing, as these extra perks were showing. This wasn't even including the ridiculously large sum of money Seth had given to Sarah earlier that night on Slam for doing something as simple as stepping aside for #Beachkrew in the Trilogy Cup. Perhaps this is why Seth had given her the match that he had for Aftermath ... as a reward for her services. However, the Mistress of Mischief was less than excited about the contest ... in fact it flat out bored the hell out of her. She isn't shy about making this known to Seth either.
Sarah: Bonus ... right. I gotcha. As I said, I appreciate all of this ... and you don't have to worry, you know I'm all about business. But was it really necessary to give me a warm-up match at Aftermath? I mean ... we ARE trying to actually SELL tickets to a major Pay Per View event, aren't we?
Seth glances at Sarah, appearing a bit puzzled by her comment for a brief moment.
Seth Lerch:Warm-up match? ... Oh right, Phantasm.
Seth chuckles a bit as he pieces it all together. He shrugs a bit.
Seth Lerch:He's been begging me for this match for years. I just wanted to shut him up about it. ... Ya know, I never liked that guy. Just ... something about him.
Seth momentarily goes off into his own thoughts before realizing he'd drifted away from the issue at hand and promptly returns his focus to the matter and addresses it.
Seth Lerch:Anyway yeah, I mean ... if it's a problem I can just change the match?
Seth reaches into the pocket of his gray blazer and takes hold of his phone. He sets his tumbler of scotch into the drink holder at his side and puts his attention on his duties as WCF owner. After a few swipes he's at a nice simple app that allows him to make changes to the card, approve a new hire to the company ... and even fire someone with just a few pushes of a button.
Seth Lerch:Let's see .... Corey Black ... Jayson Price ... hmmmm.
Sarah smirks a bit and shakes her head.
Sarah: No it's fine. I don't mind kicking Phantasm's ass all over Toronto. I just expected more of a challenge is all. Warm-up match will do.
Seth nods, still working around the apps as he dititally fires a few wastes of space from the company, taking an almost perverted joy in doing so. The maniacal grin upon his face further showcases his satisfaction with destroying lives as he casually returns his phone to the pocket of his blazer as if he hadn't just pink slipped half a dozen people.
Seth Lerch:Alright good. That saves me the headache of trying to find someone who can actually compete with you.
Sarah's lips curl up with the most devilish of grins as Seth says that. She leans back into her seat and props her feet up on the very empty leather cushions adjacent to her. Folding her hands smugly behind her head as her emerald green eyes gleam with pride.
Sarah: Why the hell did you even re-hire that pathetic waste?
Seth thinks about this for a moment, really ... truly pondering it before he reaches his conclusion.
Seth Lerch:Come to think of it ... I never actually re-hired him. He just kinda showed up. He's not getting a paycheck and yet he's still here ... for some odd reason. It's similar to that Erin Robbins girl you hired back in thirteen. She is no longer employed here, yet she continues to perform her last assigned task in payroll. You'd think she'd figure out she isn't being paid by now!
Sarah cackles at the notion that Polar Phantasm was basically working for free at this point.
Sarah: So you mean to tell me, that after I beat the ever living shit out of Captain Klondike ... he isn't even being paid for becoming my punching bag?
Seth frowns a bit as a realization hits him.
Seth Lerch:Welp ... I'm going to have to pay him SOMETHING for being at one of my pay per views ... this of course is to avoid legal action if he were to suffer major injury. And with you as of late ... that is highly likely to happen to him.
Seth once again pulls out his phone and searches through his apps. He is unhappy about having no choice but to actually pay Polar Phantasm for working a pay per view but upon inspection of his options ... a smile returns to his face.
Seth Lerch:Ha! I only am required to pay him as enhancement talent being as he isn't actually contracted to WCF. So all in all, he will make about fifty dollars for Aftermath. And legally, I am not liable for any injuries he may sustain because so long as I pay him that fifty spot, the waiver of accountability takes effect!
Seth grins big as he places his phone back into his blazer and retrieves the remnants of his scotch. He pulls the tumbler to his lips and gulps down the last swallow. Afterward he leans forward to the mini bar in back of the limousine and pours himself another round of the scotch. Sarah places a finger to her chin as she had listened to Seth's revelation and a devilish smirk crosses her face one again.
Sarah: You want me to end that poor bastard don't you?
Seth, as being the owner of WCF admits nothing with his response.
Seth Lerch:If something were to happen to him ... well, it wouldn't be my fault.
Sarah smirks heavily and takes the response for what it is, knowing the hidden undertone as such.
Sarah: No of course not. It wouldn't be your fault at all.
She laughs.
Sarah: When I send his ass back to old Antarctica or whatever the fuck bullshit that's supposed to be ... you will have held no part in that. And believe me, I will take pleasure in sending that Polar Bear Club retard packing.
The limousine slows down and comes to a halt as it pulls into the semi-circular drive of the Ritz-Carlton hotel and suites on Sherbrooke West in downtown Montreal. The best rated hotel in the entire city was obviously the perfect choice for Seth Lerch to spend his time at away from his program. Although the fact that he had also set Sarah Twilight up with a suite here while the rest of his roster stayed down the block at the Best Western spoke volumes. Both Seth and Sarah exit the limousine as the driver makes his rounds to accommodate them. He gathers Seth's bags from the trunk and the two make their way toward the main lobby of the hotel.
Seth Lerch:I have a few meetings I need to handle, but I'll send a car for you day after tomorrow when we head out to Toronto. I'll see you at Aftermath, good luck!
The two shake hands and Sarah almost flat out laughs at the gesture of being wished good luck in her match against the Polar Phantasm. The two part ways and Sarah makes her way toward the elevator to return to her suite.
Tuesday, April 19th, 2016
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
10:13am
Sarah Twilight makes her way through the lobby of the elegant Ritz-Carlton hotel in beautiful downtown Montreal. She drags behind her a set of luggage as she makes her way to the exit of the building where a car, ordered by Seth Lerch would be waiting. The Mistress of Mischief looks absolutely stunning as usual. She wears a black and white tee shirt with the self franchising phrase "The Only One" written across the breast of her shirt in a baseball style logo. On the back of the shirt where normally a player number would appear, was simple the phrase #IHOP. The stylish tee was accompanied by a black pair or denim jeans as well as a black pair of Nike sneakers with white swoosh and trim. Sarah's silver pentacle charm dangles from her neck as always and her radiant red hair is tied back in a ponytail. As she exits the hotel into the glistening sunlight, her emerald eyes sparkle brightly and twinkle under every ray of sun that crosses her face.
There is a large silver stretch limousine at curbside as Sarah walks out from the building. The chauffeur of the vehicle holds a small white sign that has the name "Twilight" written across it. Sarah acknowledges the driver and he hastily opens the rear door of the limousine for her. Once inside, she realizes that she is not alone on this journey as a small camera crew sits toward the front of the limousine fully equipped and prepared to film Sarah's journey to Toronto. Sarah narrows her eyes and looks at the crew, rather annoyed.
Sarah: What the fuck is this shit?
There is only one person present among the crew who isn't holding some sort of equipment. The young blonde woman gets up from her seat and shuffles toward the back of the car. She extends her hand to Sarah and introduces herself.
Woman: Summer Madison. We're here to film the newest episode of WCF Traveling Buddies.
Sarah does not take the woman's hand, which leads to a very awkward moment. The Mistress of Mischief is clearly quite perturbed at the idea of being filmed for some ridiculous show on the WCF network. Aside from this issue, she was traveling ALONE, as always was the case. Finally, Sarah reaches forward and grabs the woman by the shirt collar and pulls her in close, merely centimeters from one another.
Sarah: I don't give a shit what you're here for. I'm traveling by myself and I don't want you, or your fucking cameras disturbing me for the duration of my ride. So you, and your goofy ass crew can take your shit and get the fuck out of here!
Ms. Madison was clearly shaken by the hostile encounter. However, as the limousine had taken off and by now had made it's way to its next destination, Summer Madison had the unenviable task of informing Sarah that she wouldn't exactly be traveling alone.
Summer Madison: I ... I'm sorry Miss Twilight, but this wasn't decided by me. We are filming Traveling Buddies ... because that is what we were ordered to do. And ... your "buddies" are who we're picking up right now.
Sarah's anger ceases for the time being and is replaced by pure confusion as to what the actual fuck this woman was even talking about. She turns her head to look out through the heavily tinted windows of the limo to see WCF Tag Team and Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes standing curbside in front of the Best Western hotel of Montreal alongside Crystal Knight. The two were slated to be her Trios partners in coming weeks but it was quite apparent that Sarah was NOT happy about sharing her ride with either of them, let alone a camera crew to boot.
Holmes' eyes widen as the silver stretch limo pulls in front of him. Crystal looks absolutely starstruck JUST at seeing a limousine. The two obviously hadn't expected THIS to be their ride as it was commonplace for stars to use rental cars and hitch rides together to cut travel costs. Sarah, now realizing there wasn't going to be much of a choice in the matter, being as Seth had provided the ride to begin with ... lets down the window to speak to Andre and Crystal.
Sarah: I guess we're here to pick you up.
She says, forcing as much of a smile as she possibly could given the circumstances. The lackluster invitation goes unnoticed however as Holmes had his own interpretation of such star treatment. Meanwhile Crystal was simply in awe of any such treatment.
Andre Holmes: I KNEW I should have taken that psycho bitch out. I could be living it up like this. You see this? You see this Crystal? Now THIS is how you come up in the world. Damn Sarah, I see how you roll. I like it!
Crystal's jaw drops and she looks at Andre, highly disappointed.
Crystal Knight: Andre! How can you possibly say that Seth would reward such a violent action against Katherine?!
Andre looks at Crystal as if she had three heads.
Andre Holmes: Because he did.
Crystal looks horrified and folds her arms, almost pouting.
Crystal Knight: If that is true, I want no part in this! That is horrible ... how could anyone celebrate something like that?
Andre shrugs his shoulders as he hands off his baggage to the limousine driver, only retaining one small duffel bag which he keeps at his side. Andre gets into the limousine as the door is held open for him, leaving Crystal there standing on the curb. Both Sarah and Andre glare at her.
Sarah: If you wanna walk to Toronto, that's fine by me.
Sarah hits the button on the side panel of the door and begins rolling up the window. Crystal has no response and stifles herself with a huge sigh before relenting and entering the limousine as well. Once the two are in and the door is shut ... Sarah's face begins to contort a bit as she takes a few sniffs of the air.
Sarah: Alright ... which one of you fuckers doesn't shower? It smells like shit in here.
Andre shakes his head as he lifts his arms and sniffs himself just to be sure.
Andre Holmes: I shower every day girl. I don't know what you're talking about.
Sarah turns her gaze to Crystal Knight, who looks completely insulted by the insinuation.
Crystal Knight: How could you even think such a thing?!
Sarah continues to make faces at the undeniable stench that has overtaken the back of the limousine and it is only when Andre Holmes unzips his personal duffel bag that the culprit of such a stench comes to light.
Andre proudly removes his WCF Tag Championship belt from the bag, as well as the WCF Hardcore Championship. Sarah immediately puts her foot down.
Sarah: No fucking wonder! That Hardcore belt still smells like Katherine Phoenix ... put that shit in the trunk! Holy shit!
Andre curls up his lips into an aggravated frown, obviously not pleased with Sarah's demand. He sighs.
Andre Holmes: Fine ... but I'll have you know I've power washed this thing, twice!
Andre places the title back into his duffel bag and hands it to the chauffeur who promptly places it in the trunk. Andre keeps his tag belt with him and proudly displays it with him.
For the first half an hour or so, the ride remains uneventful, with the camera crew not being too bothersome or even trying to create conversation. Over time, they ask Andre and Crystal a few questions about their matches and about Trios, but Summer Madison never makes an attempt to question Sarah. And why would she? After the way Sarah responded to the crew being there, avoiding her at all costs was probably the best course of action. The lack of interference from the crew allows Sarah to relax, and enjoy the ride. She settles into her seat and just exudes the arrogance and self importance that had always been her nature. However, seeing this kind of behavior intrigued Andre Holmes who had to assume she was just good at hiding pre-match jitters.
Andre Holmes: You alright, Sarah?
Sarah turns her attention to Andre as he questions her and is a bit confused by the concern, but responds anyway.
Sarah: Yeah, I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be?
Andre Holmes: I'm just saying, you have a pretty big match coming up at Aftermath. I didn't expect you to be so calm about it.
The grin forming upon Sarah's face is unmistakable. She damn near bursts into laughter at such a remark. Andre Holmes, nor Crystal Knight really understand why the statement was such a hoot to Sarah. Though that was about to change.
Sarah: Big match? Are you kidding me? We're talking about the first and ONLY woman to become WCF World Heavyweight Champion ... the first and ONLY woman to ever win the WCF Classic, the first and ONLY woman to ever hold the WCF Tag Team Championships as an all female tag team. I mean ... the MOST successful woman in the HISTORY of WCF versus ... that guy who made people sit and watch him for hours put together a Walmart computer?
Andre and Crystal look at each other and then back to Sarah.
Andre Holmes: Huh what?
Sarah laughs as of course Andre didn't know what she was talking about, so a bit of an explanation was in order. The Traveling Buddies cameras are rolling to capture every bit of this conversation.
Sarah: You know when you log into the WCF network, and you can look at new or old episodes of WCF Saturday Morning?
Andre and Crystal both nod their heads.
Sarah: Yeahhhhh, well at one time, Phantasm uploaded a video of himself building a fucking Walmart computer as part of his promotional material. The only thing that is more sad than wasting your day watching this fucking joke put together this faux War Games computer is why he even did it in the first place.
Crystal interjects with a question of the obvious.
Crystal Knight: Doesn't it take a very long time to build a computer from parts? I mean, did he actually film the whole process?
Sarah sighs with a nod. The thought of seeing him perform such a task was entirely boring to her.
Sarah: Yes, he wasted valuable WCF programming to show the world that he is a fucking retard. And to think, a sure fire hall of famer like myself has to end up trouncing a guy who's biggest claim to fame is starting Pantheon. And at a pay per view no less!
Andre Holmes places his hands over his face and pulls them down quickly, looking at Sarah as if she was crazy right now.
Andre Holmes: Hold up! Hold up! He started Pantheon? Sarah what the fuck?! Pantheon is no joke. They have had some of the most successful WCF stars in history! How are you even overlooking this?
As Andre speaks, Sarah descends into laughter, which only grows more so with each point Andre is making. Crystal looks quite concerned with what is going on and Andre now looks at Sarah blankly. He cannot fathom why she would be taking this match so lightly and making a joke out of it when Phantasm started Pantheon. Sarah eventually regains her composure and addresses Andre's comments.
Sarah: Yeah, Pantheon has done well. There's no denying that. But the fact is, Pantheon has only been at its BEST during the times when Phantasm wasn't around. Patheon succeeded, simply because Phantasm wasn't around to make it FAIL. And there's a damn good reason for that.
Crystal Knight: What's the reason?
Sarah: You see, whether it be the Future Elements, or Pantheon, or Cryogenix or whatever other ridiculous idea Phantasm comes up with ... it's always the same. You have a bunch of guys sitting in a room, around a table, playing cards ... or monopoly, or maybe even dungeons and dragons who the fuck cares?
Sarah shakes her head in disgust even TRYING to explain this mess.
Sarah: The fact is, the reason that you have these people sitting around a table as if they're plotting world takeover like Doctor Evil or some shit ... is because Phantasm looks at himself like he's some top secret, international spy.
Andre and Crystal both look at Sarah with blank expressions on their faces.
Andre Holmes: What?
Sarah: I shit you not. If you look at Jonny Fly, Corey Black ... hell ANY member of Pantheon who is not Phantasm ... they ditched the super spy shit because they're WRESTLERS! They have had success and Phantasm has NOT. The only reason Phantasm started Pantheon, or Cryogenix for that matter was because he NEEDS to feel important. He wants to feel as if he is the leader of a top secret organization who carries out some world changing missions or whatever the fuck goes on in his fucked up brain. I tell you now if there was ever a day that some old ass, wrinkled up British bitch who uses one letter of the alphabet as her name walked into one of his meetings and said "I have an assignment for you!" He'd straight up jizz his pants right then and there. Guy thinks he's a new incarnation of James Bond.
Andre and Crystal by now look more confused than anything. Andre is seriously trying to wrap his head around what he'd just been told, and Crystal ... she is just confused altogether.
Sarah: Hell, he wasn't even TRYING to pretend that he was attempting to be a wrestler anymore with Cryogenix ... which lasted all of fifteen minutes. He convinced a bunch of idiots that they would be wearing ski masks, rappelling into museums with various guns and high tech equipment to save the world or some shit. This guy actually believes somewhere in his mind, that he is on some covert government operation that somehow makes him the most important man in the world. Hell, that motherfucker has a set of earbubs in as we speak, staring at his Walmart computer as if he had the keys to the universe and he is psyching himself up. Telling himself that he is fucking double-o seven while listening to Secret Agent Man.
Sarah reaches to the door panel and retrieves a small remote control. She uses it to turn on the car's radio and begins playing a very appropriate song.
Crystal begins grooving to the song as Andre and Sarah share a laugh at how ridiculous it was that Polar Phantasm truly believed he was a spy. Soon, both of them are staring at Crystal, who slowly ... and reluctantly stops swaying to the music and looks saddened, feeling she had done something wrong. Sarah shrugs it off and continues speaking to her future Trios partners.
Sarah: I wouldn't at all be surprised if Phantasm didn't beg Seth to let us have our match on a fucking spaceship or some other weird shit. The guy just doesn't get it ... he's stepping into the ring with the GREATEST female wrestler to ever compete inside a WCF ring ... and he isn't even a fucking wrestler! He's some comicon retard who somehow thinks that pretending to be a spy is going to magically give him talent inside the ring.
Crystal Knight: There's nothing wrong with comicon!
Again Sarah and Andre shoot "the look" at Crystal, who once again stifles herself.
Sarah: That fucking idiot named his computer "Iceberg Seven" ... a fucking discount store parts, homemade 1982 computer and he thinks he's running gencon. I mean who the FUCK, other than some delusional moron names their computer, pretends to hold top secret, international spy meetings on it, THEN pretends that the computer even does more than allow him to play soliatire and MAYBE connect to dial up internet ... and expects everyone to take that shit seriously?
Andre Holmes: I can't even ... he named his damn computer? What the actual fuckery is this?!
Crystal Knight: I don't think it's nice to be making fun of someone just because they have an overactive imagination.
Andre is about to give Crystal "the look", but by this point Sarah had heard enough of the girl scout. Crystal remains completely focused on Sarah who looks as if she's about to reach over and backhand the blonde.
Sarah: Seriously ... what the fuck is your deal? Weren't you trained by Corey Black? Did you skip the lesson where he tells you NOT to be a fucking pussy? Fuck's sake, this is professional wrestling. We talk shit, deal with it!
Crystal sits there with her hands folded in front of her and doesn't say a word. Sarah exhales a large sigh in disgust of having to pause her conversation because Miss Girl Scout kept on being offended.
Sarah: Anyway ... now that that's over with.
Andre can't help but to chuckle a bit as he shakes his head. He himself had never encountered someone who was so very determined to be "nice" even when it was completely stupid to do so. Well, there was Teo Del Sol so scratch that.
Sarah: This guy has code names for everything. He's from Vegas ... and he calls it "New Antarctica" ... I guess he has to keep up with that "Polar" theme. Talk about a fucking joke. Austin fucking Powers is taken more seriously as an international spy than this guy ever will be. I bet right now the CIA is filming his stupid ass and using that as training material of what NOT to do when you want to be a spy.
Andre Holmes: What I don't get is , how this dude even wind up in WCF if he all looney toon and shit?
Sarah furrows a brow at him and cracks a half a smirk.
Sarah: You work for a company who hired Katherine Phoenix and you seriously have questions as to how the fuck Phantasm works here?
Andre nods his head with a sarcastic smile at the mention of Katherine Phoenix.
Andre Holmes: Touchè.
Sarah sighs as she turns her gaze to the window, watching as the countryside flashes by. Casually she continues her conversation.
Sarah: The worst part about it ... this moron thinks I'm like some Bond villainess. That he is the "hero" of the day or whatever. This guy has been wishing and hoping for a match with me for four fucking years and up until two days ago ... that motherfucker wasn't even on my radar.
She cracks a small smile as she recalls a few things.
Sarah: To think that dipshit puts himself in the same regard as Jonny Fly ... as if he actually had a shot in hell at competing with me. This goes back to the ego he carries with him in thinking he's some important, top secret big shot. This is why he clings to Purse and Orbit now and it's why he attempted and FAILED twice at forming a stable. I mean sure, Pantheon but the fact is, Cryogenix happened and flopped because Pantheon no longer wanted him. They had become successful and he ... well he was still looking to play Where in the World is Carmen Sandiago. So, no ... I'm really not much concerned with this match at Aftermath, Andre.
She turns back from the window and looks to him and Crystal.
Sarah: This isn't some major contest. It isn't some intergalactic battle between good and evil. Hell, it's not even a contest at all. This is simply the greatest female wrestler of all time ... and, that one guy who used to be here playing Cops and Robbers.
Andre Holmes shakes his head with a huge smile on his face.
Andre Holmes: Savage. Just fucking savage.
Sarah's phone rings and she reaches into her pocket to take the call. Andre and Crystal now begin having a quiet side conversation as Sarah handles her business.
Sarah: Oh yes, I made an appointment with Doctor Stratfield for Friday ... One O'clock ... sounds great. Alright, see ya then.
Sarah hangs up the call and it prompts a concerned Crystal who couldn't help but overhear the brief conversation to present a query to Sarah.
Crystal Knight: Doctor? Sarah ... is everything alright?
Andre Holmes: Yeah seriously, anything we should know about?
Sarah dismissively laughs at the calls for concern.
Sarah: Oh no, it's not that kind of doctor. She's a therapist.
This even brings about further confusion from Andre and Crystal.
Andre Holmes: Hold on ... YOU ... of all people, are going for therapy?
Sarah: No, it's not for me ... it's ... don't worry, you'll find out soon enough.
The limousine begins to slow down as it approaches the Four Seasons hotel and suites in Toronto. Our scene fades out.
Edit: OOC: Andre Holmes and Crystal Knight used with permission.
