Post by alyadmirer on Apr 19, 2016 19:26:42 GMT
“You’re kidding...”
LILY BURLINGAME:
Backstage, Lily Burlingame had her cell phone pressed to her ear, and judging by the look on her face, the conversation had not been going the way she had hoped.
“Yeah,” she answered whoever was on the other end. “Yeah, I know. Things happen. Just... thanks for letting me know. Talk to you later.”
Ended the call, the brunette stuffed her cell back into her pocket, her eyes drifting up to the ceiling for the briefest of moments.
“That doesn’t look like it was a good call...”
Babe Babcock, blonde ex-lifeguard and frequent tag team partner of the reigning FAWN Lightweight champion, stood leaning in the doorway of Burlingame’s dressing room, arms folded across her chest.
BABE BABCOCK:
“Well,” Lily sighed, “it doesn’t look like I have a match tonight.”
“What’s up?” Babcock asked, taking that moment to enter the room, not needing an invite.
“I was supposed to be facing this librarian girl from out west in developmental,” Burlingame replied, “but apparently the offices sent the wrong flight tickets out to Albuquerque. She’s not gonna get here in time for the show.”
Babe frowned. “You were defending against a girl from developmental.”
“She’s been doing REAL well out there, apparently,” Lily answered. “And you know me. I’m not gonna duck anyone who asks for a shot.”
“That’s a bit rich, don’t you think?”
Together, blonde and brunette turned their attention to the direction of that new voice, and found not one but two women looming outside.
ROSE EVANS:
GABBY MENDOZA:
“Think you’re a bit lost,” Babe remarked with a smirk. “There’s a recycle bin down by the elevator. Why don’t you two hop into that?”
“What do you mean, a bit rich,” Lily asked, her eyes narrowing.
“You being about opportunity,” Rose replied, taking a step inside, her BFF trailing close behind. “I’ve been asking for another shot at you for a couple of months now.”
“Seems to me like you said it yourself,” the blonde ex-lifeguard said. “ANOTHER shot. I don’t think I imagined it, but I seem to recall Lily kicking BOTH your asses already.”
“Why don’t you stay out of this, flat-chested CJ Parker,” Gabby snapped, making a point to pop her ever-present gum.
Rose nodded. “I don’t think THIS is the time you want to try to actually make yourself relevant in this division, Babe.”
Babcock took a step past Lily, the Lightweight champ reaching an arm in front of her waist. “Meaning?” the blonde asked.
“Me and Gabz?” Rose replied. “Darla? Irma? We’re the future of this business. It’s only a matter of time before I have your belt, Lily. You, Babe? You’re nothing more than an afterthought. You might even be BETTER than Lily here, not that she’d ever give you a chance to find out.”
Now the brunette took a step forward. “If Babe here ever wanted a shot at this belt, she only has to ask me. And she KNOWS that.”
Babcock nodded in wordless agreement.
“Care to put that to the test?” asked the Smartest Girl in the Room.
“What....” Lily started to reply, but was interrupted by a popping bubble of Hubba Bubba. Rolling her eyes at the Babyfaced Killed, Burlingame tried again. “What are you proposing?”
“You don’t have a match tonight, if I heard you right,” Evans said. “How about you and Babe face Gabz and I? And when WE win... you give BOTH of us a rematch. In a triple threat match. But IF you guys manage to steal one against us? You put your money where your mouth is, and you give Babe a shot at that belt?”
Burlingame didn’t even think about it for a second. “You’re on.”
Babe gave a small tug on Lily’s arm, whispering into her friend’s ear. “You don’t have to do...”
The Girl That Gravity Forgot tugged her arm free of Babcock’s grasp. “You’re on,” she repeated.
Rose smiled. “See you two tonight, then. And keep that belt polished for me, would you?”
“I’m gonna enjoy the two of us shutting you up tonight,” Lily replied, waving brightly as the Barely Legal brats made their exit, closing the door behind them.
Out in the hall, Gabby was practically bouncing on her feet and giggling. “Looks like we’re gonna get you your title shot tonight, huh?” the Babyfaced Killer asked, and Rose responded by pulling something out of her pocket...
A long, narrow, blue and red envelope, the word “Southwest” clearly visible.
“Everything’s going EXACTLY to plan, Gabz. But then, MY plans always do...”
LILY BURLINGAME:
Backstage, Lily Burlingame had her cell phone pressed to her ear, and judging by the look on her face, the conversation had not been going the way she had hoped.
“Yeah,” she answered whoever was on the other end. “Yeah, I know. Things happen. Just... thanks for letting me know. Talk to you later.”
Ended the call, the brunette stuffed her cell back into her pocket, her eyes drifting up to the ceiling for the briefest of moments.
“That doesn’t look like it was a good call...”
Babe Babcock, blonde ex-lifeguard and frequent tag team partner of the reigning FAWN Lightweight champion, stood leaning in the doorway of Burlingame’s dressing room, arms folded across her chest.
BABE BABCOCK:
“Well,” Lily sighed, “it doesn’t look like I have a match tonight.”
“What’s up?” Babcock asked, taking that moment to enter the room, not needing an invite.
“I was supposed to be facing this librarian girl from out west in developmental,” Burlingame replied, “but apparently the offices sent the wrong flight tickets out to Albuquerque. She’s not gonna get here in time for the show.”
Babe frowned. “You were defending against a girl from developmental.”
“She’s been doing REAL well out there, apparently,” Lily answered. “And you know me. I’m not gonna duck anyone who asks for a shot.”
“That’s a bit rich, don’t you think?”
Together, blonde and brunette turned their attention to the direction of that new voice, and found not one but two women looming outside.
ROSE EVANS:
GABBY MENDOZA:
“Think you’re a bit lost,” Babe remarked with a smirk. “There’s a recycle bin down by the elevator. Why don’t you two hop into that?”
“What do you mean, a bit rich,” Lily asked, her eyes narrowing.
“You being about opportunity,” Rose replied, taking a step inside, her BFF trailing close behind. “I’ve been asking for another shot at you for a couple of months now.”
“Seems to me like you said it yourself,” the blonde ex-lifeguard said. “ANOTHER shot. I don’t think I imagined it, but I seem to recall Lily kicking BOTH your asses already.”
“Why don’t you stay out of this, flat-chested CJ Parker,” Gabby snapped, making a point to pop her ever-present gum.
Rose nodded. “I don’t think THIS is the time you want to try to actually make yourself relevant in this division, Babe.”
Babcock took a step past Lily, the Lightweight champ reaching an arm in front of her waist. “Meaning?” the blonde asked.
“Me and Gabz?” Rose replied. “Darla? Irma? We’re the future of this business. It’s only a matter of time before I have your belt, Lily. You, Babe? You’re nothing more than an afterthought. You might even be BETTER than Lily here, not that she’d ever give you a chance to find out.”
Now the brunette took a step forward. “If Babe here ever wanted a shot at this belt, she only has to ask me. And she KNOWS that.”
Babcock nodded in wordless agreement.
“Care to put that to the test?” asked the Smartest Girl in the Room.
“What....” Lily started to reply, but was interrupted by a popping bubble of Hubba Bubba. Rolling her eyes at the Babyfaced Killed, Burlingame tried again. “What are you proposing?”
“You don’t have a match tonight, if I heard you right,” Evans said. “How about you and Babe face Gabz and I? And when WE win... you give BOTH of us a rematch. In a triple threat match. But IF you guys manage to steal one against us? You put your money where your mouth is, and you give Babe a shot at that belt?”
Burlingame didn’t even think about it for a second. “You’re on.”
Babe gave a small tug on Lily’s arm, whispering into her friend’s ear. “You don’t have to do...”
The Girl That Gravity Forgot tugged her arm free of Babcock’s grasp. “You’re on,” she repeated.
Rose smiled. “See you two tonight, then. And keep that belt polished for me, would you?”
“I’m gonna enjoy the two of us shutting you up tonight,” Lily replied, waving brightly as the Barely Legal brats made their exit, closing the door behind them.
Out in the hall, Gabby was practically bouncing on her feet and giggling. “Looks like we’re gonna get you your title shot tonight, huh?” the Babyfaced Killer asked, and Rose responded by pulling something out of her pocket...
A long, narrow, blue and red envelope, the word “Southwest” clearly visible.
“Everything’s going EXACTLY to plan, Gabz. But then, MY plans always do...”