Holly and Jo face to face...(Yeah, it's ON!)

[OrochiGeese]

Scene opens within a coffee shop... Jo Ryder
sitting at a table while sipping from the largest size
of coffee cup the specialty store offers, as a small
man with short cropped black hair stands behind her,
reading a manga...

[Jo Ryder:] Tch! I'm not surprised a bit. First Holly
SETS the time and the meeting place, and then she
chooses to be late. I know for a fact that I impress
the value of being prompt and punctual to everybody I
meet, so there is no doubts in my mind that she's
doing this JUST to be a pain in my ass! Fishboy, are
you keeping an eye out for her?

The man sighs, scratching the back of his head as
he turns the page... Fishboy, his apparant name,
shakes his head and speaks...

[Fishboy:] You mean the impending sense of doom and
evilness that'll be apparant when she enters the
coffee shop won't be enough of a telltale sign?

[Jo Ryder:] Hmph. Good call. Hey.

[Fishboy:] Hm?

[Jo Ryder:] Don't tell Eddie... but this Celestialcash
coffee isn't bad.

A loud trumpeting disrupts the coffee house, as the
doors are thrown open noisily, and a man with a
loudspeaker begins announcing.

[Loudspeaker Man:] AND NOW INT-RO-DYUUUU-CIIIIING...
THE HEAD OF MARKETING FOR OROCHI-O'S COMPANY, ROBIN
WALKE-

A large commotion is heard, as the customers -
along with Jo Ryder and Fishboy - stare in disbelief
as the Loudspeaker Man returns, his face bruised and
nose bloodied...

[Loudspeaker Man:] ER, THAT IS, UH... HOLLY! A WOMAN
SO HONORED SHE - MUCH LIKE OPRAH OR STING OR CHER -
ONLY NEEDS ONE NAME!!! AND THAT NAME IS...

The sound of a stiff kick is heard as Loudspeaker
Man falls suddenly onto his face, and looks to be
knocked out. A new voice is heard, a
very shrill one...

[Voice:] Holly...that divine name is HOLLY.

Holly walks proudly into the coffee shop and
surveys the crowd of coffee lovers who are now
in utter shock at her entrance. She looks at them and
throws her nose up in disgust, as a
smirk of superiority graces her face. However, unlike
the usual annoyed response to Holly's rampant egotism,
everyone is more confused then agitated.

[Holly:] What? Why do you all look at me like THAT?
Don't you all RECOGNIZE ME? It's me, Holly!
OG-FPD Joshi superstar, Orochi-O's
Vice President of Marketing!!!

A small boy raises his hand so that he can ask a
question. Holly looks over to him.

[Holly:] Well now, it looks like someone is about to
offer an explanation. Speak, little boy..."

[Little boy:] You're not Holly...Holly has blonde
hair, like a princess!!!

Muffled laughter is heard, especially from one
table in particular...

[Holly:] Well, ya see little Timmy...

[Little boy:] My name is Robby...

[Holly:] Sure. Timmy. You see, I am showing my natural
brunette colored hair because this is how I used to look
before you all heard of me. And this is the clothing I
used to wear back when I worked as an intern. And for
next week's PPV, which I sure hope your parents are
ordering for you...

Holly shoots a glance at the boy's parents, who
passively nod.

[Holly:] I will be looking JUST LIKE THIS for my
match, and I'm doing it so that a certain person fully
recognizes me.

Holly makes a very broad movement with her head,
gesturing that she is looking around the coffee shop
for someone...

[Holly:] And what do you know! That very person, that
very paragon of virtue, is probably seated right here
in this coffee shop! What are the odds!?

Holly yawns.

[Holly:] But I think I'm going to get some coffee to
perk me up fully before I greet her.
And after all she's done to me..i mean FOR me, I'm
sure she won't mind waiting a bit more.

Holly surveys the line and shakes her head.

[Holly:] Hmm, come to think of it...I don't have the
patience for such a line. So I think I'll have to
obtain coffee in another way...

Holly snaps her fingers, and suddenly someone
comes out from the "STAFF ONLY"
door behind the counter. It's Mr. Clyde, resident
Orochi-O's ninja!!

[Holly:] "Hey Clyde, can you get me my usual black
coffee, please."

[Random coffee employee:] Sir, you aren't supposed to
be back here...it says employees onl...

While pouring coffee with one hand, Clyde uses
the other hand to apply a
quick nerve hold to the employee, rendering him
unconscious. Clyde jumps over
the counter and hands Holly her coffee.

[Holly:] Excellent Clyde, work well done. Now then,
where were we? Ahh yes, searching
for a certain someone...a someone that, if I know her
as well as I think I do, is sitting....

[Holly:] RIGHT OVER THERE!

Holly quickly pivots 180 degrees on her feet and
points at a person at a table...

[Holly:] Ah-ha...oh...

Holly quickly realizes that she is pointing at an
obese 12 year old boy!

[Boy:] Will you go out with me?

[Holly:] No...no, certainly not. Not even if you
WERE Jo Ryder. Damnit Clyde, where the hell is she!?
Find her! Find her now!

Mr. Clyde scours the coffee shop as the very
people he is looking for, Jo Ryder and Fishboy, look
on in disbelief at Holly's ineptitude.

Finally, Mr. Clyde uses his ninja skills of
uh..."plainly seeing familiar people in daylight"...and
points them out to Holly, who walks over to the corner
of the shop, seemingly now unfrazzled from the past
few minutes.

[Holly:] "Mr. Fishstick, Misssssszzz Ryder...let me
introduce myself. My name is Robin
Walker, and it is an *dripping with sarcasm*
honor to meet you.

Holly, with a look of perverse glee in her eyes,
holds out her hand to shake Jo's...

[Jo Ryder:] ...

[Fishboy:] ...

[Holly:] WELL?! I am giving you an honor, and you had
always said that honor should be returned in kind!

[Jo Ryder:] I am definitely rethinking that aspect of
myself.

[Holly:] Cute...and you know, i think there is a LOT
that you need to rethink about yourself....specifically, your past.

*Holly sits down.*

[Jo Ryder:] Yes, that Columbia record club contract is
ENTIRELY too restrictive. Or did you mean this whole...
brunette thing you have going on now?

Holly flinches from annoyance at Jo's comment.

[Holly:] Yes...maybe you ought to think more deeply about
this whole "brunette thing"

A hint of deep anger is heard in her voice at those words.

[Holly:] Does it look familiar to you at all?

[Holly:] And how about the clothes I'm wearing?
Fit for an intern, wouldn't you think?

[Jo Ryder:] Okay, first? Tact and delicacy - okay? If you
REALLY WERE my intern, I taught you that. And you've
failed that MISERABLY. Second, yes, they are, they look
like you fished them out of the Salvation Army bin..

Holly's face begins to contort in anger.

[Holly:] Oh? So this is a test? Are you testing me to see if
I remember all you taught me?! Well then...maybe we should
have met at a bar instead? Every lesson you taught me, you
did so when you were piss drunk!

[Jo Ryder:] Yes. I probably was. No, I don't think probably
is accurate.

[Holly:] You were stinking, filthy drunk...that is when you
imparted your "best" knowledge onto me, right?! Your most
"personal" knowledge about life!? Like, for instance, how
many broomsticks can you fit up some poor young girl's...."

[Fishboy:] Watch you language please - those little kids aren't
going to wanna know about it.

[Holly:] Interrupt me next time and my friend will cut off your
tongue...pity too...i bet Jo gets much use from it.

Fishboy looks up from his manga...

[Fishboy:] ...? This kid? Please, he's too obvious in his
ninja technique.

[Jo Ryder:] Okay, could the two of you compare your
martial arts resumes later?

[Mr. Clyde:] My resume is on the blood of my sword....wench.

[Fishboy:] Your sword is a kiddy toy, child.

[Random starbucks employee:] No swords please!

[Jo Ryder:] ...are you going to control your associate,
or are you going to get us banned from this coffee house
to fulfill your friend's secret Jackie Chan fetish?

[Holly:] Yeah...Clyde, you better not wave your sword
around Jo...you don't know the sick things she'd do to it...

[Fishboy:] ...besides, my comics at a REALLY GOOD part.
And I might have to like, put it down or something.

Mr. Clyde mumbles softly "don't make me put YOU down."

[Holly:] Ahem, back to business!

[Jo Ryder:] Which, real business, or your pretend business, where you
assume that you are a dynamic figure of worth, whom I might remember?

Holly leans over the table and gets right into Jo's face. Clyde and
Fishboy become even more attentive. Holly looks straight into Jo's eyes....

[Jo Ryder:] I look at you. And really? Nothing about you stands out.

[Holly:] You don't remember me Jo? You don't remember the
hours we spent together? Our tongues down each others throats?
You don't REMEMBER the things you did to me?

[Holly:] If you don't remember my sight...maybe you'll remember
my touch...or more specifically, my taste..."

Holly moves closer to Jo and slowly licks Jo's cheek.

[Holly:] How bout now bitch?

[Jo Ryder:] ...if I wanted to be licked in public, I'd own a dog.
Maybe a ninja dog, Clyde, were you cheap?

[Mr. Clyde:] I cost more then your little fishy over here...

[Holly:] Funny about your aversion to public acts of sexuality...
after all the things you did to me in the sight of a full club..

[Jo Ryder:] Is this more "make believe?" Because, I always,
always, ALWAYS dreamed of being an astronaut.

[Holly:] Funny....cause from what i remember, back
when we would lay in bed together...you already dreamed
of being with Kip....guess THAT didn't work out too well for you either."

Jo's eyes slit, and her chin sets, her mouth shrinking.

[Jo Ryder:] You keep his name out of your mouth.

[Holly:] Too bad...from all you told me about him...i'd like
much MORE of him in my mouth...mmmm....

Holly licks her lips.

[Jo Ryder:] ...

[Holly:] Ahh...it appears I've hit a nerve...perhaps I dug
too deeply? Maybe you now know how i feel when
you dug those broomsticks too deeply in me? Your pain
over Kip is NOTHING compared to what you did to me you bitch!"

Mr. Clyde shifts his balance to a more action-ready stance...


[Jo Ryder:] You insignificant little whore. You whine about this...
but do you think that you were the ONLY one? The FIRST?
The most special of the special? The day that I ruined you
was the most important day of your life."

Jo stands up from her chair.

[Jo Ryder:] To me? ...it was tuesday.

Holly stands up and gets right in Jo's face.

[Jo Ryder:] Good day, miss. Fish, we're leaving.

[Holly:] with fire burning in her eyes NO! The most
important day of my life is this Sunday! How you ruined
me years ago will be NOTHING compared to what I do
to your during our match.

[Jo Ryder:] ...I said "Good Day!"

[Holly:] Go ahead...try to run away! Run away again!!
Just like you did years ago!! This time...this time I'll
be the one that finishes this...not you. It will be on MY terms!"

Holly goes to pick up her coffee cup to throw at her but
Mr. Clyde grabs it from her.

[Mr. Clyde:] No...as you said...wait til Sunday...
it will be more meaningful then.

[Jo Ryder:] ...I know I taught you not to spill good coffee.
I teach everybody that.

Jo Ryder leaves, and Fishboy waves at both of them, before
pointing and clicking his tongue at Clyde as he follows after her.

Mr. Clyde goes to throw the coffee cup, that he grabbed from Holly,
at Fishboy, but Fishboy is already out the door and the coffee splatters...