Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 22:51:04 GMT
The arena screens cut to a backstage scene, an interview area. Into the shot steps FAWN’s resident interviewer Mel Sutton, flashing a big, winning smile to the cameras and clutching a microphone.
MEL SUTTON
“Hello FAWNatics! The action here at Thrills, Chills and Spills will begin again shortly, but we wanted to take a few minutes of time to formally reintroduce someone whom a lot of you already know. Please welcome my guest at this time, a former Jungle champion…the Gold Standard…MICKEY GOLD!”
MICKEY GOLD
Gliding into shot from the left, Mickey grins at the audible cheers filtering from the arena through to back stage. Giving a quick wave to acknowledge these cheers before turning and chirping “Hi Mel!”
Pausing to let the cheers die down, the diminutive interviewer begins “Welcome back! We’ve all heard the terrible story of your injuries, but I think it’s clear that these fans are pleased to see you again. What does it feel like being back in FAWN?”
Mickey took a deep breath. “Well Mel, it’s no secret that I love being back here. But I didn’t go through all that rehabilitation and training just to come here and be interviewed. Don’t take this the wrong way, because you’re a sweetie and I love saying hello to our fans, but I can’t help but wish I was out in that ring right now instead of back here…”
Nodding thoughtfully, Sutton moved onto the next line of questioning. “I think we’d all like to see you out there, Mickey. I hope everyone was watching your match against Zoe Scott back at Fallout. It didn’t look like you’d missed a step in your time away, that was some performance! But tell us honestly, you must have been hoping to get your first win by something other than a disqualification.”
“Oh Mel…” Mickey shook her head sadly. “I wanted to do exactly what I did except have that brat take her three count like a big girl rather than get her goon involved to get a disqualification. But it gets even worse. Turns out miss fake tan has ‘friends’ amongst the higher-ups here, she’s demanding a rematch but taking so long to decide how to do it that…
“I will beat you when I’m good and ready!” Both women turned to the direction he shout had come from, Mel looking excited, Mickey just resigned. An exotic-looking brunette swanned into shot, face pouting and arms folded as if in a teenage tantrum. Behind her was a larger figure, her ever present ‘assistant’ clad in her usual skintight denim, black tank and Stetson.
ZOE SCOTT
ISOBEL LAMONT
In a normal journalistic environment it was rare to have interruptions to a live interview. But Mel had swiftly adapted to the craziness of FAWN and turned eagerly to the newly-arrived woman, keen to capitalise on any opportunity to create a spectacle. “Zoe!” she trilled, “thanks for joining us. A lot of fans have been speculating about a recent loss of form you seem to be experiencing, can you tell us what you’re planning to do to URKK!”
Scott reached out and snatched the microphone from the unsuspecting woman’s hand. “Really?” she questioned sarcastically. “Firstly, someone like you should refer to me as ‘Miss Scott’. Second, you are given an opportunity to talk to the Ultimate Diva, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN and the most recently and deservedly crowned Gladiatrix Magazine Rookie of the Year…” a pause to let the boos die down, with Zoe pretending she couldn’t hear them before continuing. “And you have the cheek to ask that? You aren’t competent to interview me, get out of my sight.”
“But I…” unable to snatch her mic back, Mel pressed forwards and felt a strong hand fall on her shoulder from behind. “Step away please miss,” Lamont rumbled. Sutton glanced briefly up at the Fixer’s impassive face, then sighed and stepped back, Scott bustling around to go face-on with Mickey.”
She had raised the mic to her lips and was about to speak when Gold cut her off. “I have a better question, miss Scott.” The venom in Mickey’s voice was palpable. “When are you going to grow a goddamn spine and accept your beating from me so I can get on with my career? Because I’m sick to death of waiting on your flabby ass to…”
“QUIET!” Scott took a second to wait until her voice was calm again. “As I said, I will fight you when I’m good and ready. I’ve been busy, which is what happens to busy, important executive people like me. I know you don’t understand that, but rest assured that I now have plenty of time in my schedule to deal out the beating you should have received back at Fallout.”
An evil smile flashed over Mickey’s lips. “Great to hear. I’ve got my gear in the locker room, what say we call up Bethany and get her to give us a slot right now?”
Zoe rolled her eyes. “As usual you don’t’ understand. I’m going to beat you when I choose, which in this case is at Heartbroken. But I’ve also decided that the beating I’m going to give you is too much for just a regular FAWN ring. So instead we’re going to go fight like real women, and that means we don’t need a ring, we need a penthouse.”
It was extremely rare for the Dubai Diva to elicit anything but boos from the fans, but the thought of these two bombshells resolving their differences in this uniquely FAWN way caused a roar of enthusiasm. Mickey was more reserved, although a smile still crossed her face. “So you’re saying that I get to kick that silicone-filled ass all over a penthouse next month, right? Apartment House rules?”
This time the eye roll from the Oil Baroness was even more pronounced. “Try to let what I’m saying sink into that addled Florida trash brain. Present yourself to the Madhouse next month and you can receive the beating you most richly deserve. Understand yet?”
Mickey noded over-exaggeratedly, making it obvious that she was mulling it over. “That does sound like fun. But I think I’d rather just take you down to the ring right now.”
She stepped forwards purposefully and reached one hand out, only to come to a stop when Lamont interposed herself in front of her employer. Gold’s eyes flashed upwards to meet the Texan’s baby blues, but it was Lamont’s rumbling drawl that was heard first. “Step back please ma’am, I can’t let you come AH DAMMIT SCOTTY!”
Darting around her employee, Scott swung out a hand and tagged a quick but meaningful slap across Mickey’s cheek. The shot might not have hurt much but it acted like a red rag to the Florida stunner, who snarled and threw herself forwards. Zoe’s hands came up too, but came up short when Lamont shoved both hands between the hissing pair and gave a big shove.
Gold was sent staggering backwards, taking a second to find her feet. For a moment she looked tensed to dive right back into the fray again, regardless of Lamont’s shouted threat. But just then a group of FAWN referees barrelled in, under strict orders to prevent their charges from going at it unless they were doing so in front of paying customers. The human shield was enough to calm Mickey’s rage, but her eyes were still furious as she addressed the Diva opposite her.
“Whatever, princess. Whether it’s now or at Heartbroken, in the ring, the penthouse, or right here in the studio, I’m going to shut that goddamn mouth for good. The noises coming from Scott were far too incoherent to be understood, but they clearly conveyed her fury as her employee bodily shepherded her away from the scene.
MEL SUTTON
“Hello FAWNatics! The action here at Thrills, Chills and Spills will begin again shortly, but we wanted to take a few minutes of time to formally reintroduce someone whom a lot of you already know. Please welcome my guest at this time, a former Jungle champion…the Gold Standard…MICKEY GOLD!”
MICKEY GOLD
Gliding into shot from the left, Mickey grins at the audible cheers filtering from the arena through to back stage. Giving a quick wave to acknowledge these cheers before turning and chirping “Hi Mel!”
Pausing to let the cheers die down, the diminutive interviewer begins “Welcome back! We’ve all heard the terrible story of your injuries, but I think it’s clear that these fans are pleased to see you again. What does it feel like being back in FAWN?”
Mickey took a deep breath. “Well Mel, it’s no secret that I love being back here. But I didn’t go through all that rehabilitation and training just to come here and be interviewed. Don’t take this the wrong way, because you’re a sweetie and I love saying hello to our fans, but I can’t help but wish I was out in that ring right now instead of back here…”
Nodding thoughtfully, Sutton moved onto the next line of questioning. “I think we’d all like to see you out there, Mickey. I hope everyone was watching your match against Zoe Scott back at Fallout. It didn’t look like you’d missed a step in your time away, that was some performance! But tell us honestly, you must have been hoping to get your first win by something other than a disqualification.”
“Oh Mel…” Mickey shook her head sadly. “I wanted to do exactly what I did except have that brat take her three count like a big girl rather than get her goon involved to get a disqualification. But it gets even worse. Turns out miss fake tan has ‘friends’ amongst the higher-ups here, she’s demanding a rematch but taking so long to decide how to do it that…
“I will beat you when I’m good and ready!” Both women turned to the direction he shout had come from, Mel looking excited, Mickey just resigned. An exotic-looking brunette swanned into shot, face pouting and arms folded as if in a teenage tantrum. Behind her was a larger figure, her ever present ‘assistant’ clad in her usual skintight denim, black tank and Stetson.
ZOE SCOTT
ISOBEL LAMONT
In a normal journalistic environment it was rare to have interruptions to a live interview. But Mel had swiftly adapted to the craziness of FAWN and turned eagerly to the newly-arrived woman, keen to capitalise on any opportunity to create a spectacle. “Zoe!” she trilled, “thanks for joining us. A lot of fans have been speculating about a recent loss of form you seem to be experiencing, can you tell us what you’re planning to do to URKK!”
Scott reached out and snatched the microphone from the unsuspecting woman’s hand. “Really?” she questioned sarcastically. “Firstly, someone like you should refer to me as ‘Miss Scott’. Second, you are given an opportunity to talk to the Ultimate Diva, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN and the most recently and deservedly crowned Gladiatrix Magazine Rookie of the Year…” a pause to let the boos die down, with Zoe pretending she couldn’t hear them before continuing. “And you have the cheek to ask that? You aren’t competent to interview me, get out of my sight.”
“But I…” unable to snatch her mic back, Mel pressed forwards and felt a strong hand fall on her shoulder from behind. “Step away please miss,” Lamont rumbled. Sutton glanced briefly up at the Fixer’s impassive face, then sighed and stepped back, Scott bustling around to go face-on with Mickey.”
She had raised the mic to her lips and was about to speak when Gold cut her off. “I have a better question, miss Scott.” The venom in Mickey’s voice was palpable. “When are you going to grow a goddamn spine and accept your beating from me so I can get on with my career? Because I’m sick to death of waiting on your flabby ass to…”
“QUIET!” Scott took a second to wait until her voice was calm again. “As I said, I will fight you when I’m good and ready. I’ve been busy, which is what happens to busy, important executive people like me. I know you don’t understand that, but rest assured that I now have plenty of time in my schedule to deal out the beating you should have received back at Fallout.”
An evil smile flashed over Mickey’s lips. “Great to hear. I’ve got my gear in the locker room, what say we call up Bethany and get her to give us a slot right now?”
Zoe rolled her eyes. “As usual you don’t’ understand. I’m going to beat you when I choose, which in this case is at Heartbroken. But I’ve also decided that the beating I’m going to give you is too much for just a regular FAWN ring. So instead we’re going to go fight like real women, and that means we don’t need a ring, we need a penthouse.”
It was extremely rare for the Dubai Diva to elicit anything but boos from the fans, but the thought of these two bombshells resolving their differences in this uniquely FAWN way caused a roar of enthusiasm. Mickey was more reserved, although a smile still crossed her face. “So you’re saying that I get to kick that silicone-filled ass all over a penthouse next month, right? Apartment House rules?”
This time the eye roll from the Oil Baroness was even more pronounced. “Try to let what I’m saying sink into that addled Florida trash brain. Present yourself to the Madhouse next month and you can receive the beating you most richly deserve. Understand yet?”
Mickey noded over-exaggeratedly, making it obvious that she was mulling it over. “That does sound like fun. But I think I’d rather just take you down to the ring right now.”
She stepped forwards purposefully and reached one hand out, only to come to a stop when Lamont interposed herself in front of her employer. Gold’s eyes flashed upwards to meet the Texan’s baby blues, but it was Lamont’s rumbling drawl that was heard first. “Step back please ma’am, I can’t let you come AH DAMMIT SCOTTY!”
Darting around her employee, Scott swung out a hand and tagged a quick but meaningful slap across Mickey’s cheek. The shot might not have hurt much but it acted like a red rag to the Florida stunner, who snarled and threw herself forwards. Zoe’s hands came up too, but came up short when Lamont shoved both hands between the hissing pair and gave a big shove.
Gold was sent staggering backwards, taking a second to find her feet. For a moment she looked tensed to dive right back into the fray again, regardless of Lamont’s shouted threat. But just then a group of FAWN referees barrelled in, under strict orders to prevent their charges from going at it unless they were doing so in front of paying customers. The human shield was enough to calm Mickey’s rage, but her eyes were still furious as she addressed the Diva opposite her.
“Whatever, princess. Whether it’s now or at Heartbroken, in the ring, the penthouse, or right here in the studio, I’m going to shut that goddamn mouth for good. The noises coming from Scott were far too incoherent to be understood, but they clearly conveyed her fury as her employee bodily shepherded her away from the scene.