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Wee-Willy-Winky; RP #2 Monica Vs. Rifle Willy
Topic Started: Nov 27 2007, 03:57 AM (20 Views)
Monica Blaze
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~Thought~
::Action and or Thought::
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(On Camera)= ON CAMERA
Good Luck to Willy.


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Honey....WHY WHY ARE THEY
PUNISHING EVERYONE...ESPECIALLY
ME!? (Off Camera)

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~ Now How is it that a man gives up his title and still loses it? I can't understand it really, I really can't wrap my mind around it no matter how hard I try. ~


:: Monica was contemplating this all as she sighed a bit. She didn't like being on tour too much, the twins were not all too happy about it honestly, and she was not too excited because it was more trouble than it was worth. As soon as she packed up the kids it was time to go again, and they couldn't make any friends this way or anything to that extent. Although she at least was thankful for not being in her sister's shoes. Now THAT would suck. Monica at the moment was watching her children play on the swings at the park. It wasn't exactly warm in Denmark, so they were swinging one moment and making snowballs the next. ::



~Perhaps I'll take them to see the triplets later, I wonder if Ryan will want to go... I don't know if he could handle seeing babies that small. Its a wonder Stryfe can. ~




:: She would pull her coat up around her a bit more, the foe fur keeping her toasty as she heard the snow crunching behind her. From the brisk sort of walk and the way the footfalls made that heavier crunching sound she guessed it was Ryan, and she would be right of course. He was coming to meet them at the park as promised. The children were in "winter wonder land" and wouldn't notice right away though she did and would smile and speak in a warm tone. ::



Monica: Hello, Love... you know your late don't you?



Ryan: I know, I know! You wouldn't believe what happened on the way over!!

:: Ryan would find her, feet crunching the snow underfoot as he slipped up behind her, wrapping both arms around her waist and pressing kisses to her neck as he did so. She would just smile and arch her neck to the side as she made a little moaning sound. ::


Monica: Let me guess, you ran out of gas, you got pulled over, you had to stop and help an old lady across the street...



~Yes I will continue this until he gets the point that he has used every "good excuse" there is. ~



Ryan: Actually it was the weirdest thing! I stopped to get something to eat, and was mobbed by groupies! Fourteen...FOURTEEN women and three guys came up to me asking for an autograph while I was waiting for my cupcake! And by the way, they have a restaurant that sells cupcakes to go!! I love this city!



:: She just looked at him with a brow arched. ::



Monica: So your late to a date with your fiance and children for some woman wanting your signature?



:: Oh here comes the jealousy. ::



~And why can't I be jealous damn it! Not like I don't get groupies but I don't skip time with him for them, and besides maybe I am a little bitter since he has competition and I have Mr. Rifle Willy, Sea biscuit want-to-be. ~


Ryan: Actually I told them all to go take a hike, because I was meeting my fiance at the park. It just took me some time to get back to the car! You know what else? I got you one too!

:: Ryan would produce a little chocolate cupcake from a bag in his hand, opening it for her and showing the following written in icing: RYAN NEEDS SEX. Okay, it was a cupcake for adult eyes. She would have to take a glove hand to her lips and giggle slightly at that. ::



~Ok I have to admit he knows how to save his ass. ~



Monica: I think I get the point. And I will be more happy to oblige as soon as the kids are down for their nap. And I swear darling how many times do you wanna play a day? I am always happy to accommodate but sometimes the children might need some time of mine, and yours too "daddy."




:: She was now quoting their daughter who now slipped up more often then not by calling him "daddy" and not Mr.Ryan or something like that. ::

Ryan: What can I say! When you are good at something, everyone wants more of it! You should see the cake I got in the car! It looks like your breasts....well if they were covered in choco icing and had "LICK ME" written on them.



:: Monica would "shhhh" him so the children wouldn't be brought out of their "winter wonderland" fantasy while they were talking. Though it was also for anyone who could speak English since even in a country where most didn't speak very good English in her opinion they did speak it and the fact made her blush a little despite the cold. ::



Monica: Ryan, the children might hear you. Besides before they come over and want you to make snow angels I would like to talk to you about some things...mainly the match I have this week.



:: She seemed rather worried but not too much, more concerned as she took a seat on the park bench. He followed her over, and took a seat beside her ::





Ryan: Oh, okay! Don't tell me you are concerned about PopGunWilly! The guy who got traded off Revolution for a guy who was 120 lbs. soaking wet with a brick in his pocket?


Monica: Well he is the guy, but still, I can't understand the whole, him "winning" the title after it was vacated. What did they do to Morton? Drug him so he would job out to that ass? Blackmail him with something he loved more than the title he actually kissed goodbye?

Ryan: Who knows! You know what I love about ol' Willy? He never can get the job done the first time. He faced Morton in a 2 out of 3 falls match at the PPV. That's three matches! He couldn't do it! Now he's got you in one match, I have a feeling he's going choke again! I wouldn't worry about him, just realize that beating him earns you a European title shot most likely!




~Yeah but I would rather beat someone who was worth a shit...~



Monica: Is actually beating him an accomplishment I mean, I get sick when I think of him and any title in the same thought train.




:: Monica just shook her head slightly and tried to get the picture out of her head. ::



Monica: At least you are winning the Legacy belt this week. Cage doesn't stand a chance against you either...I was beginning to think the administration was just dumb or didn't like me...Maybe they think I need a week off.




:: Ryan was quiet for a moment, as he seemed to be thinking heavily on something. Looking off and away, his mind seemed anywhere but here all of a sudden. Another instance proving his mind tended to have one track, which wasn't always hard to get off ofl. Monica would snap her fingers in front of his face and hope to wake him up. ::



Monica: Earth to Ryan, come in Ryan, I know me against Wee-Willy-Winky, and you against Cage is mind numbing but don't go interplanetary on me right now please.


:: Ryan would snap back to attention eventually, as he looked over to her and took her hand. ::

Ryan: Don't worry, princess! In about a week and a half, I have a surprise that will change the face of Mayhem as we know it!





Monica: Oh really?



:: She would have pried it out of him but the twins had discovered he was here and both came running to their parents. Ah the damnation of parenthood at times. But no matter how many play sessions or conversations they broke up she wouldn't trade them for the world. ::




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You Beat Morton for the title?
And I'm the Queen of ENGLAND!
(On Camera)
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:: Monica would be found in the bathroom, brushing her teeth vigorously, as if she had to get some horrible taste from her mouth. She was in a simple robe and a towel around her hair. Even though she was trying to "look like shit" she really didn't do a good job. Even with no makeup, lack of sleep, and her current cotton robe and towel she still looked like something young boys dream about. Either way the point was she was trying to look as if she was actually sick on her stomach, and it wasn't far from the truth. It was what she commonly did, set up a scene in a place, with a certain dress that would somehow knock her opponents in some manner. This, this was just driving home her distaste for the European title going to a man who ... well didn't eve WIN IT! She would spit and rinse her mouth before looking to the camera as she lent against the sink. ::



Monica: Sorry about this folks, but because ....Rifle Willy is now our European Champion, I have been having some abdominal discomfort. So I'm attempting to get some tastes out of my mouth. So hence the whole needing to brush my teeth quite a few times a day...but damn it, it isn't helping!



:: She would put her tooth brush down and turn on the water, cupping her hands she would allow her hands to cup and allow some water to pool a moment before she would bring her hands to her face and let the water drip down a moment. Taking a towel from its position laying on the sink she would wipe the remaining water droplets before she again stood straight and addressed the camera. ::



Monica: There is something that bothers me however. Maybe I'm not clear on this, but if you go into the ring before a match, and hand over the title to an official, AND vacate a title you are still going into a ring and get it striped from you in a match!? Ok Mercer, Styfe, and Sparks, all of you must be on crack! Morton vacated title, because of what I can only think is injury or personal problems. So why would it be a big thing to beat a man going on vacation because of said circumstances, a big deal? I know you Willy, I have been watching your little promotions which is partly the reason for my illness. So I know you are going to be trying to toss it in my face about Morton. But really what do you have to say about that match, since it was for lack of a better word, a jobbing on a man who was not fit for the ring.



~I can't believe I am defending a man I would love to be picking apart right now honestly, but I have to. Morton was one of the few men I was looking forward to facing, and what happens? He gives up his title and apparently no one notices except other roster members?! What shit is this?! Come on guys get on the ball. ~



Monica: There are some rumors going around one is Morton must have gotten a beat down before your match. Another might be that he was drugged, I mean I swear his pupils looked dilated! Come on you're dancing around because you got a title, you beat Morton's streak so forth and so on... I know what you can say, but I also think that is just bull shit since well I didn't get to him first, and the guy vacated before hand. I can't say that enough, and I'll say it slowly so you and the apparently on drugs administration can understand. HE- VACATED- HIS- TITLE- BEFORE- YOUR- MATCH!




::She would take the towel from her head allowing the red locks to flow down as she shook her head a bit and made them come down from their tumbled mass. She was beginning to look something like her normal self. ::



Monica: And what is this Rifle Willy thing all about? Your a hick from the mountains? Is that what your saying to me? Oh yes, I see it now...but me having the perverted mind that I do it makes me think of you being a minute man. You cum a little quick for the likes of your lady friends? And this Rifle Willy way? My God, come on now, what kind of thing is that? I thought I had seen the corny of corny when Aurora keeps coming up with this "Have a F*ck-tabulous day!" This Rifle Willy way shit though that's just got thoughts of your wee-willy-winky being too quick to bust his load. And by God those aren't thoughts that are pleasant.



:: She would crinkle up her nose slightly and put her fingertips of her right hand up to her lips as if she were trying to keep from upchucking some more. But after a moment she apparently got ahold of herself and was clearing her throat to make sure she was ok enough to speak. ::



~Damn those are some nasty thoughts...~



:: She shuddered a bit before continuing, walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom as she did so. ::



Monica: Yeah, yeah I'm still on the insulting kick, since well, you like Jay Encina give me so so so so sooo much to work with. And I would be in a more creative place, but as I said you have made me a little too ill to go far from my hotel bathroom. No worries however, shutting your mouth about Morton and your little title will be my main objective when it comes to Thursday night. Let us get back to you however. You and your little thunder storm brooding, like everyone and their brother, mother, sister, first cousin, and aunt four times removed, have all used that damn shit. Hell I look for Aurora to do it right this week just to show you how it is done, and because I said something. She is like that you know, always wanting to show people a new way of doing something. Unlike well it seems everyone I'm put up against! One after the other.



:: Monica would sit on the edge of the bed, and hold her stomach a little, trying to seem as if she were earnestly sickened by Mr. Rifle Willy. ::



Monica: And lastly what in sam hell made you compare yourself to sea biscuit? You know there was a lot of people thinking lil Sea biscuit was an underdog and so forth and so on. But last time I checked Morton wasn't a giant and you weren't a pygmy. Wait you almost are, so it might make sense how you were comparing yourself to the mini-sea biscuit. But only you would come up with thinking of comparing yourself to a horse, so props there, even if it kinda does make you seem like an idiot. And then if I wasn't such a NICE person I might say you do indeed remind me of a horse's ass in a way. You know Wilbur has a nick name, Willy, in Mr.Edd, and he was always made out to be the horses rear, and it somehow makes me think of you.


:: She smiled a little and it was as if she were saying in so many words "getting under your skin makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, opposed to all "sick and twisted up". ::



Monica: You know the more I have looked into your pathetic existence, the more it sickens me that you have a title. You get run out of the Revolution show by "the wonder BOY" and traded for Tissle the Missile...so how good does that make you? On what planet does that make you and I quote "The poster boy of EWF?" You can't even beat a guy who has a edipus complex. Wait, not that you would know what that is. But I'm sure you will look it up, I'm most positive you have the children's version of the encyclopedia britannica at your home. But either way, you might have gotten some really dumb luck with Mr. Morton who I sincerely hope comes back soon so I can prove that he does indeed have a challenge awaiting him. Because even though I may not look like it I can indeed kick the snot out of anyone on this roster save for my fiance.



~Well it is true, the only person here who could honestly beat me straight up would be Ryan, since I wouldn't even fight Ryan, and I don't think he would fight me though. I would be curious to see who they would declare a winner if all we do is kiss in the ring. ~



Monica: Oh and that brings me to the final point of berating, I'm taller than you. You may weigh more than me, but I'm still taller than you, and to be honest you only have about fifty pounds on me. So for once I at least don't have someone saying they are going to snap me in half, because really I don't think you even could if I lay down and let you try!




:: That made her chuckle. She couldn't help the small chuckle but she did hold her stomach a bit more since she was after all playing sick. ::



~This reminds me of my "school-phobic days." ~



Monica: You know with all that said I'm beginning to feel a little bit better. Since if I kick your ass now, I might as well be making a place for that European title, considering it seems to be the unwritten rule around here, beat the champion and you get a title shot. So here I come, to do things the MONICA BLAZE WAY. Because if you are Rifle willy, in the way that you are going to shoot down the opposition, then I am damn Machine Gun Monica. Now if you will excuse me I have to go train now that I feel a little better...oh wait...I'm against you...mmm in that case I have the week off till the show and get to spend time with my family. Maybe this isn't a punishment after all!




:: She would fall back onto the bed then and call for Ryan. ::



Monica: Honey I need another gator-aid...I'm dehydrated.



:: When Ryan replied it was very apparent he knew she wasn't ill. ::



Ryan: Oh I have something for you Princess, but it is a bit more protein filled!



:: She just clutched her sides as if in pain but she was really about to bust a gut. So when the camera went black they turned off just in time not to see Monica just crack up. ::



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