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| Wee-Willy-Winky Pt.2 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 28 2007, 12:10 AM (16 Views) | |
| Monica Blaze | Nov 28 2007, 12:10 AM Post #1 |
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Wee-Willy Winky Pt. 2 Monica Vs Rifle Willy Rp #2 ~Thought~ ::Action and or Thought:: (Off Camera)=Off Camera (On Camera)=On Camera Good Luck Willy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The E-Mail no Parent Wants (Off Camera) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :: Monica was lounging down stairs in the den of the home she and Ryan had rented for the week. One nice thing about Aurora was she could get you a place to stay outside of the public's eye anytime you wanted, and wherever you wanted. Monica at times thought the woman had some spell over people. And in all honesty she knew Aurora had a spell on Stryfe. But that was for another day. At the moment Miss. Monica was thinking about her lovely family, she was also taking into consideration both her future husband and herself were going to be in the ring this week. Now it wasn't she was overly worried but the thought had crossed her mind that perhaps having both parents in a hazardous occupation was not such a good idea. What if they both got hurt? If they did somehow end up both holding the top two titles on Mayhem that would make them the couple to beat, and bring out all the psycho's. They would pour out of the woodwork! Monica just hid her face under the blanket as she laid on the couch and made a pitiful little whimpering sound at the thought of people not only being after her but Ryan too. Any time she thought of Ryan hurt she got sick, so you can imagine dear reader what his matches did to her. Ryan, on the other hand, did not have these selfsame concerns. As a matter of fact, he was eagerly anticipating his match this week! To him, it was the culmination of everything he worked for since he showed up in the EWF! Ryan would exit their bedroom, after having gotten dressed following his shower. Heading to the kitchen as he spotted his future wife on the couch, he'd stop short of going after all. Seeing her covered by a blanket, he got a grin on his face :: Ryan: If you are going to wear a blanket today, what did I bother getting dressed for! Monica: I have .. something under it...The kids went with Aurora, since she said she would take them out tonight, and let them stay with her and Stryfe, so I didn't see the point of wearing much more than socks. :: She smirked a little as she pulled the blanket down just enough for him to see her little expression. Very naughty really, but just as suddenly she huffed and pulled the blanket all the way up again. :: Monica: You know.. what if something happens to us? You really think Aurora and Stryfe can handle FIVE children? I don't think so! Not to mention I may be against Wee-Willy this week, but eventually someone like Morton will come back.. the only person besides you who I think could even give me a challenge here, and what then? What if someone hurts you and me, and then Alexander Stryfe is left playing father to your children? :: Though she was muffled she was slightly annoyed still too. She liked the D.O.A just fine...as long as he raised his own kids not hers. She could see it now. Ryan Jr's lil sense of humor gone, and Maria sent to finishing school at five years old...No Aurora wouldn't allow that would she!?:: Ryan: Well I'm not planning on going anywhere. I've been here a while longer than you, and no one has injured me yet. Well save for Kyle and his favorite offense during our match of putting every part of his body between my legs. Other than that, I've been pretty good. You haven't been hurt yet, so what brings all this on? :: She would peek out from under the blanket and make a little whining sound before sitting up and motioning him to sit with her little pout that was more sexy that it was pathetic. He would and she would cuddle with him nice and securely for comfort, and he was sure to realize she wasn't kidding about only having the socks on. :: Monica: I just am worried that with you having all the titles you do and me going after Cage's half of the tag titles, and the European title, that someone might try, and if they do... We don't have eyes in the backs of our heads is all and I sometimes worry. Ryan: Don't worry, it's all been taken care of. The kids have nothing to worry about, I know exactly who can take care of them if we can't. Now don't get me wrong, that'll never happen. But either way, I got it covered! :: He sounded so sure of it, like it was amazing she hadn't thought of whatever it was yet. And as soon as he realized the socks were all she had on, he kept peeking under the cover to see the "bounty" that lay before her. She just seemed rather shocked...A. Because Ryan actually thinks of these things, and B. Because he dare not say "Of course nothing will happen to us!" and say nothing more than that. And who would she dare leave her children with if not her sister. She did trust Aurora just not her ... significant other. :: Monica: Oh you have, have you? :: It was more like a "this better be good." :: Ryan: I have! And as a matter of fact, one of them is coming to visit us when we get back to the States! The greatest guy on Earth, the one who taught me everything I know about....damn near everything! My Dad!!! Monica: You do know, that Aurora gets the kids when we die right? Even if she is married to numb nuts...I didn't mean that. I'm just flustered. I just think that no one can raise our children better than we can. And... WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS COMING TO VISIT! :: It was like it just hit her, as soon as they got back to the states she would have to deal with two Ryan's...:: ~Oh God, he isn't going to like me... or worse he will like me too much. I can so see him hitting on me even if Ryan's mother is there. Because hell in 40 years I can see Ryan doing that to just get a rise out of me. OH GOD! No no no no no, this is a nightmare, first Wee Willy has the title I WANT, and now THIS! And surprisingly THIS IS WORSE! OH MY GOD! I didn't think anything could be worse than that! NOTHING NADA ZIP ZERO!~ Ryan: I didn't find out till just today. I checked my e-mail, and he said he was flying out to stay with us a few days. It'll be great! I decided to surprise him with his new grand kids in the reply e-mail! He said he was eager to meet them. Mom would come, but she says she's had enough of the girls I date. I don't think she liked the last one too much, but I'm sure Dad is going to love you! He's always liked firm, well built redheads! Just like me! Monica: You...told your father....about your children... :: He knew it was coming. :: Monica: OVER AN E-MAIL?! What is he going to think of me?! I give you three years to see if you grow up a bit and now your father will hate me, your mother will think I'm a slut and ... do you have to mention your ex-girlfriends!? Ryan: I'm sorry for mentioning her, I didn't like her anyway. Much less love her like I do you! And yeah, Dad is looking forward to meeting all three of you. He told me he was going to try to convince Mom to come with him. And better yet, I might be able to get my brother to visit with him! Did I ever introduce you to Noah? He's like a slightly younger version of me! Except I look better! :: Monica just hid under the covers and curled against him again. :: Monica: I hate when people spring stuff like this... and why must I meet the whole clan at once. Isn't one at a time good enough, since you know I am a LITTLE nervous. Ryan: Don't worry, you're not meeting the whole clan! I didn't invite Grandma over to visit, just Dad. I don't know if Mom or Noah is coming or not. I heard Noah was involved with a stripper, so he may be too busy. Any who, it'll be fun! You love me, so I'm sure you are going to love Dad. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you. Um...maybe I'll wait till you are in a better mood. Monica: NO tell me now please. :: She would fumble under the covers a bit to show him her mood was improving. More like she was getting her mind on OTHER things. :: Ryan: Well two things really. One, Mercer named a special guest referee for your match when you face Cage. :: She smirked and the blanket was moved over him as well and showing a bit more activity with her hands being disappeared under it and between their two bodies. :: Monica: Uh huh, and? Ryan: It's the next Legacy Champion! That's right, the paragon of virtue and fair play will be your referee, ME! Monica: You?! What do you mean... you? Fair play, hey wait a second... :: She didn't know if she should be happy or sad right about now so she just gave him a befuddled look. :: Ryan: Yeah, me! If my fiance and my tag team partner are going to have a match, who better to officiate it than me? I'm known everywhere for my sense of decency and fair play, and my skill at being a judge! :: She just rolled her eyes and she had to giggle a bit. :: Monica: About as fair as it is putting me in the ring with Wee Willy Winkie. Ryan: Oh, and I got one other e-mail I should tell you about, from my future brother in law. He kinda...arranged something with Mercer. Monica: And what would that be? :: She just quirked a brow and had a look that just screamed "Ryan F*ck with me on this one and I swear I will hurt you in a bad sort of way. No teasing no joking no pretending your going somewhere you're not" :: Ryan: Well in about a week and a half, I'm going to be live for the first time in a Revolution ring!! Isn't that exciting! :: And precede with the smack. Monica's hand never ever did move so quickly as just then, but she stopped short, those well manicured nails halting just before impact as she spoke very carefully and with a deadly calm. :: Monica: Now tell me it is only for a week before I tear apart this whole house and injure you so badly you won't be on either roster. Ryan: Calm down! It's for one night only! It'll be great! Stryfe gets what he wants...for a night. And then I come right back to Mayhem with you as soon as possible! See? No reason to abuse the boyfriend here. :: She would brush his cheek lovingly though still had a devilish look on her face. :: Monica: No.. but that damn computer isn't worth this trouble! :: And with that she would grab her blanket and run around the house with a blanket and socks to get his laptop and put parental controls on that sucker. :: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No right…(On Camera) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :: Monica’s voice was all that could be heard in the dark room, as her shadow moved within the darkness. :: Monica: Recoil of a shotgun? That is how you got your name? You DO know that a shotgun is not a rifle? I mean maybe that guy you were talking about got hit in the head way too hard, but apparently you are supposed to know something about guns. Considering you come from bum F*ck no where, somewhere in Pennsylvania. So let me enlighten you. :: Monica would get her little cards she had put the definitions on and stand in the middle of the dark room. The spotlight would begin to shine on her being all you could see, out of the blackness. She was in a pair of leather pants with a laced up corset top, the color was undetermined due to the red shade over the spotlight making everything seem fire like in hue. :: Monica: By definition a shotgun is and I quote “A shotgun, also known as a fowling piece or scattergun is a firearm typically used to fire a number of small spherical pellets called shot.” And since I’m not a hill-billy I had to look that up. And the definition for a Rifle I actually wrote down. Here it is boy-o. :: Monica would take a big breathe before she would begin to speak. As if she was getting ready to belt out something that was indeed LONG ass winded. :: Monica: “A rifle is a firearm designed to be fired from the shoulder, with a barrel that has a helical groove or pattern of grooves known as "rifling" cut into the barrel walls. The raised areas of the rifling grooves are called "lands," which make contact with the projectile, for small arms usage, called a bullet.” :: She had to stop and take a breath due to all that and she just shook her head slightly as she commented. :: Monica: And yes I thought I needed to explain what a bullet was since you named yourself after a shotgun but used the name Rifle, or someone did. Whoever it was it was still down right stupid! ANYWAY. :: Back to the long ass definition which I promise comes to a point dear reader. :: Monica: “An imparting spin around an axis corresponding to the orientation of the weapon. When the projectile leaves the barrel, the conservation of angular momentum improves accuracy and range, in the same way that a properly thrown American football or rugby ball behaves. The word "rifle" originally referred to the grooving, and a rifle was called a "rifled gun." Rifles are used in warfare, hunting and shooting sports.” Whoo… :: She would put the card with all that down and just roll her eyes as she really just tossed the piece of paper behind her. And walk into the shadows again, pacing, the silhouette of her feminine form seen moving, her hand gestures being made as she spoke to encourage those around her to show her frustration. :: Monica: So… Do those two definitions look alike to you? They don’t to me, plus I do know there are Rifle and Shotgun combo guns, from my little venture to the Internet in sake of proving what I thought by common sense was right. You are named after a gun that has nothing to even do with the saying behind your name. So you let a moron name you basically and you decided to keep the name. Fair enough, it’s a nice name and all for your little under dog, backwoods, gimmick. BUT to go out there and say in so many words “This is how I got my name” and not even have accuracy behind it, is kind of annoying. :: JUST a little annoying, in fact Monica was about to rip her hair out from this whole ordeal. Some guy who couldn’t beat the champion unless he vacated the title had taken it and now was acting like it was his trophy. :: Monica: Now I normally wouldn’t let all this get to me, it’s a trifle thing. But of course you ignored me, and you were too afraid to mention Morton in anything but a respectful manner, since hey I told you what was up and you didn’t even acknowledge it. So here you go buddy watch the screen and pay attention now. :: The large screen behind Monica would light up to a bit of what was seen before the actual match between Morton and Rifle Willy. The day before this aired and was seen nation wide. We begin with Morton in the ring. :: “Sebastain : Well the simple truth is I am having some personal problems in my life and I can not give one hundred percent which all the fans and fellows wrestlers deserve of their European Champion. Not only that but I am tired of defending a title against people who don't deserve the shot. I had to beat the champion twice then beat another man before I became European Champ now people get shots for being on a losing streak. I will return there is no doubt about that but for now the Future is no more. The European title is as of right now vacated and in my last request please have a tournament for the title so the next champion at least deserves to wear it. I wont say goodbye because I will return in the near future but for now .....” :: Sebastain is seen dropping the microphone as looks at the European title in his hands and kisses it before handing it over to the EWF official. He leaves the arena and the screen goes to a static type phase once more. Monica is just lowering her head slightly and making a little tisking sound, as she comes to stand in front of the static and look straight into the camera. :: Monica: Now…how…does someone miss this? I want to know how. No, I need to know how, because for goodness sake if it were me I would have come back and made some kind of public issue about this. Though I believe by the way Morton speaks, he is indeed not himself. And for that reason, not only do I believe you must have beaten an Imposter Willy, but by God, beating an impostor would have been ok in some rule books, if it weren't for the fact..OH YEAH HE HANDED HIS TITLE OVER TO AN OFFICIAL! Why does this matter to me you ask? Because if the administration can do this to one man, a man with a good record, a man with a solid character, then they could do it again to someone just as deserving. MYSELF. You Willy are nothing more than a paper champion in every sense of the word. They needed to hand someone the title and hence you got it, sure you work hard each and every week, but what is your record WILLY?! Your not exactly on a winning streak here! :: Both hands would toss up and she would look to the ceiling for a moment as if asking for something which she did. :: Monica: God give me strength, to school this little paper man all the way out of this federation! I suppose that’s what I have been leading up to all this time. That’s all I really needed to say to you but I thought I would rub some things in. But this is enough, really I’ve spent enough time with you. Honestly I thought I would never have to face you for anything I want, and though I’m not the number one contender, I promise you I will be the one taking that title off of you. For you have NO RIGHT to that title, hell you didn't even really win it now did you? Not really, if it wasn't for the I must say ODD decision to even give you the title. But hey I have to say I'm sure Mercer will do right by all here and not make us all up-cuck at the idea of you with the second highest title on the show. So MERCER HOP TO IT...pretty please? :: Oh the way she had said please was just too cute. Monica would give a cocky smirk, almost as if her fiance's expressions were rubbing off on her before she blew the camera a kiss and as the scene faded to black spoke the last words. :: Monica: Until Thursday night Wee-Willy, you may keep your title on your reclining chair in your cheap ass apartment I don't give a damn. But at least clutch it for dear life because you WILL NOT have it long. I WILL NOT stand for it. For soon, very soon it will be in hands that won't shame the Mayhem Brand. |
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