Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 8:10:05 GMT
In the brief interlude between matches, an unscheduled event is hastily added to the program. The camera switches from the ringside commentators to the backstage interview area, where former wrestler-turned-broadcaster Courtney Malcolm is joined by two surprise additions to tonight’s PPV, Mina Murray and Lucy Harker.
MINA MURRAY:
LUCY HARKER:
“I’m here with the two women who may have pulled off the most baffling act of the night…if not the year!” Malcolm says by way of introduction. She then turns her gaze from the Cycloptic eye of the camera and to the two figures standing…and doing no small bit of preening…to her left. “Mina…Lucy…do you care to explain just what you sought to accomplish tonight? Your interference in the tag match seemed only to achieve what was seemingly inevitable…that the Kanes would win the straps. Why did you bother at all?”
With an air of slightly bored disdain, Murray responds, “Oh Courntey, allow us to explain it in words which you and the other sheeple will understand. Were the potato farmers going to win the match? Most likely. The Three were desperately overrated, and even a couple of second-raters like the Kanes could get lucky enough to beat them.”
“But here’s the nub of our deed,” Lucy continues. “They may be the new Tag Team Champions of the world, but there will forevermore by an asterisk next to their name. The history books will record that they are only the titleholders because of us, not because of their own accomplishment. Just imagine how galling that will be for them, knowing that they owe their reign to us?”
Picking up the explanation, Mina says, “And they will also have to live with the knowledge that, at a time and setting of our choosing, we shall step in and relieve those belts from them. That is as certain as the sun rising in the East, and Maeve and Moira passing out dead drunk after a typical night of cheap Irish rot gut. They won’t know when or where we shall strike, but they’ll know it will most assuredly happen. But at least now we’ve given them a legitimate reason to drink.”
Looking into the camera’s eye, Lucy concludes, “And if the Irish are good for anything, it’s as domestics. I mean, you can’t trust them with the good silver, but for getting on their hands and knees and scrubbing the floor, they actually have some talent. So, Maeve and Moira, put that skill to good use and be sure to keep <i>our</i> belts gleaming. And use good oil on the leather to keep it supple.”
To punctuate their remarks, both members of Scandalous purse their lips and blow kisses to the camera, and then with a shared cackle, they strut away.
Unmoved, Courtney closes with, “And once again Scandalous play by their own warped logic. The only question is, can the Kanes foil them when the time comes? Now let’s go back to the ring for more action!”
MINA MURRAY:
LUCY HARKER:
“I’m here with the two women who may have pulled off the most baffling act of the night…if not the year!” Malcolm says by way of introduction. She then turns her gaze from the Cycloptic eye of the camera and to the two figures standing…and doing no small bit of preening…to her left. “Mina…Lucy…do you care to explain just what you sought to accomplish tonight? Your interference in the tag match seemed only to achieve what was seemingly inevitable…that the Kanes would win the straps. Why did you bother at all?”
With an air of slightly bored disdain, Murray responds, “Oh Courntey, allow us to explain it in words which you and the other sheeple will understand. Were the potato farmers going to win the match? Most likely. The Three were desperately overrated, and even a couple of second-raters like the Kanes could get lucky enough to beat them.”
“But here’s the nub of our deed,” Lucy continues. “They may be the new Tag Team Champions of the world, but there will forevermore by an asterisk next to their name. The history books will record that they are only the titleholders because of us, not because of their own accomplishment. Just imagine how galling that will be for them, knowing that they owe their reign to us?”
Picking up the explanation, Mina says, “And they will also have to live with the knowledge that, at a time and setting of our choosing, we shall step in and relieve those belts from them. That is as certain as the sun rising in the East, and Maeve and Moira passing out dead drunk after a typical night of cheap Irish rot gut. They won’t know when or where we shall strike, but they’ll know it will most assuredly happen. But at least now we’ve given them a legitimate reason to drink.”
Looking into the camera’s eye, Lucy concludes, “And if the Irish are good for anything, it’s as domestics. I mean, you can’t trust them with the good silver, but for getting on their hands and knees and scrubbing the floor, they actually have some talent. So, Maeve and Moira, put that skill to good use and be sure to keep <i>our</i> belts gleaming. And use good oil on the leather to keep it supple.”
To punctuate their remarks, both members of Scandalous purse their lips and blow kisses to the camera, and then with a shared cackle, they strut away.
Unmoved, Courtney closes with, “And once again Scandalous play by their own warped logic. The only question is, can the Kanes foil them when the time comes? Now let’s go back to the ring for more action!”