Into the Gutter
Jun 23, 2008 3:09:48 GMT -5
Post by OctoberRaven on Jun 23, 2008 3:09:48 GMT -5
::This vignette takes place in a wrestling 'arena'. The 'arena' is in quotation marks because this is actually a run-down theatre. The marquee: "Trenton Women's Wrestling: Gutter vs Crazy Red".
In the ring, two women are facing off. The one known as Gutter is wearing cutoff jeans, an old, beat-up white T-shirt, and a dirty bandana. Crazy Red is in full denim, with the added advantage that her clothes dont look like they came off a dead homeless man a size larger than her. As if that wasn't enough to show that these weren't simply eye candy wrestlers, then the fact that Gutter BLASTS Red with a steel chair, busting her open and making her face match her hair color. After tossing the chair aside, she measures up Red, running to her before jumping up at just the right moment to spike Red headfirst with a sick DDT. The referee would make the three count, and Slayer's "Treshold" would blast in the arena as Gutter left the ringside without even letting her hand be raised.
But her trip to the dressing room would be cut short when none other than Mean Jean Carter would approach her...::
MJC: Excuse me, miss... Gutter?
Gutter: Piss off, I dont do autographs.
MJC: That's not what I was going to ask... I'm representing OG-Joshi, perhaps you've heard of...
Gutter: Yeah, actually, I have. Whatcha want?
MJC: Well, I was just here to catch some wrestling, and I have to say, I was really impressed by your match... before you hit your opponent with a chair that is.
Gutter: (Rhymes with "Hitch") deserved it.
MJC: ...I'll...take your word for it. Anyways, I was wondering if you'd be interested in signing up with OG-J, I have to run it by General Celes but I'm sure she won't mind...
Gutter: Why should I?
MJC: Well... you'll have better competition...
Gutter: Don't care.
MJC: You'll get to perform in front of thousands...
Gutter: Don't care.
MJC: Okay... how much did you make tonight?
Gutter: Twenty. And a six pack of Coors.
MJC: You don't look like you're twenty-one...
Gutter: What's it to ya?
MJC: ...Well, let me put it this way, if you sign up with us, you'll make a lot more money. I'm talking hundreds of times more, and that's just for starters.
Gutter: I'm in.
MJC: Good. It's a pleasure to doing business with you miss...
Gutter: You got it right the first time.
MJC: You will have to go through a drug test, you know...
Gutter: No ("Clucking") dealers take twenty ("trucking") bucks anyway.
MJC: And you'll have to stay sober.
Gutter: ...Whatever. Make your calls or whatever, I need to take a ("split"), then I'll sign your papers or whatever.
::Gutter walks off, and Carter would then pick up her cellphone and hit a speedial::
MJC: "Yeah, Celes... I found someone. She's a bit... colorful... but I think she might do well with us... Alright, I'll tell her the good news then... I am getting paid for this right?"
In the ring, two women are facing off. The one known as Gutter is wearing cutoff jeans, an old, beat-up white T-shirt, and a dirty bandana. Crazy Red is in full denim, with the added advantage that her clothes dont look like they came off a dead homeless man a size larger than her. As if that wasn't enough to show that these weren't simply eye candy wrestlers, then the fact that Gutter BLASTS Red with a steel chair, busting her open and making her face match her hair color. After tossing the chair aside, she measures up Red, running to her before jumping up at just the right moment to spike Red headfirst with a sick DDT. The referee would make the three count, and Slayer's "Treshold" would blast in the arena as Gutter left the ringside without even letting her hand be raised.
But her trip to the dressing room would be cut short when none other than Mean Jean Carter would approach her...::
MJC: Excuse me, miss... Gutter?
Gutter: Piss off, I dont do autographs.
MJC: That's not what I was going to ask... I'm representing OG-Joshi, perhaps you've heard of...
Gutter: Yeah, actually, I have. Whatcha want?
MJC: Well, I was just here to catch some wrestling, and I have to say, I was really impressed by your match... before you hit your opponent with a chair that is.
Gutter: (Rhymes with "Hitch") deserved it.
MJC: ...I'll...take your word for it. Anyways, I was wondering if you'd be interested in signing up with OG-J, I have to run it by General Celes but I'm sure she won't mind...
Gutter: Why should I?
MJC: Well... you'll have better competition...
Gutter: Don't care.
MJC: You'll get to perform in front of thousands...
Gutter: Don't care.
MJC: Okay... how much did you make tonight?
Gutter: Twenty. And a six pack of Coors.
MJC: You don't look like you're twenty-one...
Gutter: What's it to ya?
MJC: ...Well, let me put it this way, if you sign up with us, you'll make a lot more money. I'm talking hundreds of times more, and that's just for starters.
Gutter: I'm in.
MJC: Good. It's a pleasure to doing business with you miss...
Gutter: You got it right the first time.
MJC: You will have to go through a drug test, you know...
Gutter: No ("Clucking") dealers take twenty ("trucking") bucks anyway.
MJC: And you'll have to stay sober.
Gutter: ...Whatever. Make your calls or whatever, I need to take a ("split"), then I'll sign your papers or whatever.
::Gutter walks off, and Carter would then pick up her cellphone and hit a speedial::
MJC: "Yeah, Celes... I found someone. She's a bit... colorful... but I think she might do well with us... Alright, I'll tell her the good news then... I am getting paid for this right?"