Post by EmmaWoods007 on Apr 11, 2020 9:44:42 GMT
Being as their alliance, since it’s very inception, had largely been one of mutual convenience, Alejandra Fernandez had long ago begun to tune her partner out, relegating her extended tirades to little more than background noise.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
She sat in their locker room as she taped her wrists slowly, her mind focused and body poised, the serenity of her physique hiding the violence she would soon release. The night had arrived, and the hours were ticking by, soon enough she would finally prove not only to herself, but also everyone else, her dominance over the EurAsia Champion, Samantha Sinclair.
“This is it, this is the night,” Daisy LeMay declared, evidently determined to intrude of Alejandra Fernandez’s thoughts, the Dastardly Damsel rapidly pacing back and forth along the length of the small room like a woman possessed. “This is when we make Europe Great Again!!”
DASIY LEMAY
Fernandez resisted the urge to release a frustrated sigh, Daisy’s obsession with this particular narrative irritating in the extreme but, Alejandra had to concede, it had captured enough imaginations to fuel a sustained assault on the kingdom of the People’s Princess. What was truly infuriating, what she was really angry at, is the reality that such sustained pressure had been necessary, her long desired, singles victory over Sinclair slipping through her fingers at Heartbroken.
She blamed others for that, she blamed the unexpected arrival of both Scarlet and Mary Sinclair and, perhaps, with the barest look in the Cherub Cheeked Demons direction, she blamed one more.
“It’s genius,” Daisy continued to eject words from her mouth, filling the air with her own voice, her manner animated and a skip ever present in her step as she continued to ceaselessly pace, scarcely contained delight written across her angelic features. “A Hell in a Cell Match? Genius, pure, unadulterated genius!! Just you and Sinclair and not a single, solitary rule preventing you from doing anything you want! Oh, so precious and pure Sammie won’t stand a chance!”
Finally, thankfully, she came to a halt, breathing heavily in anticipation and grinning like a Cheshire Cat, bountiful bosom heaving as she clapped her hands. “I don’t get to say this often,” she turned sharply to directly address Alejandra, “but for once you really know what you’re doing.”
Fernandez did look up at that, her manner deceptively bland, her expression neutral.
“That was a compliment,” Daisy informed, “be pleased.”
Alejandra leant back, folding her arms slowly, “About what? Why is today an exception?”
“For arranging this stipulation,” LeMay shook her head as though it were obvious. “I don’t know how you wrangled it, but trapping Sammie in a Cell, genius, pure genius.”
There was a long pause before Alejandra responded, “You didn’t arrange it?”
Daisy blinked, both caught off guard and confused by the question, “No, I, of course I didn’t arrange it. This was your idea!”
“No,” Fernandez corrected, “it wasn’t.”
Daisy blinked, suddenly not liking this new narrative, not one bit at all.
“If you didn’t arrange it,” she questioned no-one but herself, looking at her hands as though she were doing math on her fingers, “and I didn’t arrange it, and the Sinclair’s think that we did it…”
She trailed off, not wanting to finish her thought.
“…then who in the hell wants to trap the two of you in a Cell?”
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
She sat in their locker room as she taped her wrists slowly, her mind focused and body poised, the serenity of her physique hiding the violence she would soon release. The night had arrived, and the hours were ticking by, soon enough she would finally prove not only to herself, but also everyone else, her dominance over the EurAsia Champion, Samantha Sinclair.
“This is it, this is the night,” Daisy LeMay declared, evidently determined to intrude of Alejandra Fernandez’s thoughts, the Dastardly Damsel rapidly pacing back and forth along the length of the small room like a woman possessed. “This is when we make Europe Great Again!!”
DASIY LEMAY
Fernandez resisted the urge to release a frustrated sigh, Daisy’s obsession with this particular narrative irritating in the extreme but, Alejandra had to concede, it had captured enough imaginations to fuel a sustained assault on the kingdom of the People’s Princess. What was truly infuriating, what she was really angry at, is the reality that such sustained pressure had been necessary, her long desired, singles victory over Sinclair slipping through her fingers at Heartbroken.
She blamed others for that, she blamed the unexpected arrival of both Scarlet and Mary Sinclair and, perhaps, with the barest look in the Cherub Cheeked Demons direction, she blamed one more.
“It’s genius,” Daisy continued to eject words from her mouth, filling the air with her own voice, her manner animated and a skip ever present in her step as she continued to ceaselessly pace, scarcely contained delight written across her angelic features. “A Hell in a Cell Match? Genius, pure, unadulterated genius!! Just you and Sinclair and not a single, solitary rule preventing you from doing anything you want! Oh, so precious and pure Sammie won’t stand a chance!”
Finally, thankfully, she came to a halt, breathing heavily in anticipation and grinning like a Cheshire Cat, bountiful bosom heaving as she clapped her hands. “I don’t get to say this often,” she turned sharply to directly address Alejandra, “but for once you really know what you’re doing.”
Fernandez did look up at that, her manner deceptively bland, her expression neutral.
“That was a compliment,” Daisy informed, “be pleased.”
Alejandra leant back, folding her arms slowly, “About what? Why is today an exception?”
“For arranging this stipulation,” LeMay shook her head as though it were obvious. “I don’t know how you wrangled it, but trapping Sammie in a Cell, genius, pure genius.”
There was a long pause before Alejandra responded, “You didn’t arrange it?”
Daisy blinked, both caught off guard and confused by the question, “No, I, of course I didn’t arrange it. This was your idea!”
“No,” Fernandez corrected, “it wasn’t.”
Daisy blinked, suddenly not liking this new narrative, not one bit at all.
“If you didn’t arrange it,” she questioned no-one but herself, looking at her hands as though she were doing math on her fingers, “and I didn’t arrange it, and the Sinclair’s think that we did it…”
She trailed off, not wanting to finish her thought.
“…then who in the hell wants to trap the two of you in a Cell?”
