The Cross
Feb 16, 2007 3:00:23 GMT -5
Post by OrochiGeese on Feb 16, 2007 3:00:23 GMT -5
5/6/06
Here we are at Cross Mansion again. Today we join Miss Cross inside a large gymnasium. Kim's attire
is a little different to her usual fare, a short white pleated skirt, with a loose-fitting red t-shirt
tucked in the waistband and the entire ensemble is finished off with a pair of red knee length socks.
She appears to be wielding some sort of net-onna-stick.
Kim: "Hello there, avid fans of all that is Kim!"
A small groan is heard from the cameraman, but it's cut short with an ice-dagger stare from Kim.
"Ahem. I'll keep this short, lots to do today! I know all you viewers are wondering where Lana has got
to since her thrashing last week. I'll tell you, not that you don't know the answer already.."
Kim leans sightly towards the camera before continuing.
"She's scared. Not that I blame her, if I'd been thrashed in such a manner, I'd be in hiding too!
Hah! Poor Lana, if she'd done her research and trained a little more...alright, alot more, then she
might not have lost so badly. She still would have lost, just not so terribly."
Kim laughs outrageously, she laughs long and loud. After a couple of minutes she straightens up and
wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Oh, who am I fooling? She still would have been annihilated! We're just in different leagues, she
didn't stand a chance and she never will. I'm just a better, more beautiful athlete, wrestler, martial artist...whatever
you want to measure us against, I just come out superior. Just one of those facts of life."
Kim waves her net-stick-thing about a bit.
"But anyway. I've heard some little birdies saying that it might have been luck, though I don't
know how they came to that conclusion, unless they didn't see the match and the sorry state of affairs
I left Lana in afterwards. But, to silence these birdies, I'll give Lana a rematch. Sometimes it's nice
to be able to relax in the ring and not be pushed to the limit, you know?"
A shout is heard from offscreen and a large burly man in a polo shirt wanders on screen.
Trainer: "Miss Cross, the teams are here, whenever you're ready!"
Kim: "Thanks Jonathon, I'll be over in a second."
The man nods and runs off.
"Looks like our time is at an end, viewers, my LaCross game is ready. Till next time."
Kim blows a kiss at the camera, gives a wave with her lacrosse stick and jogs off screen as we fade out.
Here we are at Cross Mansion again. Today we join Miss Cross inside a large gymnasium. Kim's attire
is a little different to her usual fare, a short white pleated skirt, with a loose-fitting red t-shirt
tucked in the waistband and the entire ensemble is finished off with a pair of red knee length socks.
She appears to be wielding some sort of net-onna-stick.
Kim: "Hello there, avid fans of all that is Kim!"
A small groan is heard from the cameraman, but it's cut short with an ice-dagger stare from Kim.
"Ahem. I'll keep this short, lots to do today! I know all you viewers are wondering where Lana has got
to since her thrashing last week. I'll tell you, not that you don't know the answer already.."
Kim leans sightly towards the camera before continuing.
"She's scared. Not that I blame her, if I'd been thrashed in such a manner, I'd be in hiding too!
Hah! Poor Lana, if she'd done her research and trained a little more...alright, alot more, then she
might not have lost so badly. She still would have lost, just not so terribly."
Kim laughs outrageously, she laughs long and loud. After a couple of minutes she straightens up and
wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Oh, who am I fooling? She still would have been annihilated! We're just in different leagues, she
didn't stand a chance and she never will. I'm just a better, more beautiful athlete, wrestler, martial artist...whatever
you want to measure us against, I just come out superior. Just one of those facts of life."
Kim waves her net-stick-thing about a bit.
"But anyway. I've heard some little birdies saying that it might have been luck, though I don't
know how they came to that conclusion, unless they didn't see the match and the sorry state of affairs
I left Lana in afterwards. But, to silence these birdies, I'll give Lana a rematch. Sometimes it's nice
to be able to relax in the ring and not be pushed to the limit, you know?"
A shout is heard from offscreen and a large burly man in a polo shirt wanders on screen.
Trainer: "Miss Cross, the teams are here, whenever you're ready!"
Kim: "Thanks Jonathon, I'll be over in a second."
The man nods and runs off.
"Looks like our time is at an end, viewers, my LaCross game is ready. Till next time."
Kim blows a kiss at the camera, gives a wave with her lacrosse stick and jogs off screen as we fade out.