Post by TheConspiracy on Apr 27, 2017 9:04:04 GMT -5
Maricia is standing outside Clint's office with Darius next to her.
DS: It's very rare that we're here for you. It's usually my gripes that bring us here.
MC: I am not going to be left behind, with this new uprising going on.
Darius squints and shakes his head.
DS: Uprising?
Maricia not missing a beat, nods.
MC: Yes, love. Uprising. The women have decided to try their hand at competition, and they're giving them a bloody title.
Darius shrugs, and clasps his hands behind his back.
DS: News to me.
MC: Of course it is. If I didn't know, you certainly wouldn't have. What baffles me is why I wasn't contacted to be in this fatal four way match in the first place. I am a fighter. They knew that. Yet I somehow slipped their minds, and wasn't put into this match.
DS: Or better yet--
MC: Better yet I was deliberately left out. Wouldn't be much of a contest with me there.
Darius smiles.
DS: Atta' girl.
CB: Come in!
Maricia steps past Darius and pushes open the door.
CB: Look at this Maricia leading the way for on--
MC: I want to be in that match.
Clint pauses and shakes his head.
CB: Why do you two always cut me off?
MC: Clint. I want to be in that damn match.
CB: Which one? I'm sorry, but the match between Darius and Edgar is a very important one, and as entertaining as that'd be--
Maricia leans towards Clint, forcefully placing her hands on his desk.
MC: The women's title match, vous taber--
CB: Whoa, whoa, let's not start throwing out insults in languages I don't understand. If you're in the match, then who's going to officiate it?
Maricia and Darius both look to Clint, puzzled.
DS: What the hell are you talking about?
CB: I've given Maricia the honor of being the special guest referee for the fatal four way Women's championship match!
Maricia's eyes widen.
CB: She will have the chance to raise the hand of the first ever GCW Women's championship match!
Maricia is now fuming with anger. Darius looks over to her, and quickly snaps his view back to Clint. Just as he looks back to Maricia, she lunges at Clint over the desk. Darius catches her, and drags her back, to prevent her from doing any damage to Clint. Maricia begins to scream French obscenities at Clint as Darius drags her out of the room, struggling himself to control her violent outburst.
CB: Please, make sure you're impartial!
Darius sets Maricia down on her feet outside the office. She calms down slightly, and smooths her dress.
MC: This is blatant disrespect! He knew I wanted that match!
DS: Well you're not in it. There's nothing we can do about that now.
Maricia shakes her head and points to Clint's office.
MC: Clint fucked this up. Now, I'm gonna do something about it.
DS: It's very rare that we're here for you. It's usually my gripes that bring us here.
MC: I am not going to be left behind, with this new uprising going on.
Darius squints and shakes his head.
DS: Uprising?
Maricia not missing a beat, nods.
MC: Yes, love. Uprising. The women have decided to try their hand at competition, and they're giving them a bloody title.
Darius shrugs, and clasps his hands behind his back.
DS: News to me.
MC: Of course it is. If I didn't know, you certainly wouldn't have. What baffles me is why I wasn't contacted to be in this fatal four way match in the first place. I am a fighter. They knew that. Yet I somehow slipped their minds, and wasn't put into this match.
DS: Or better yet--
MC: Better yet I was deliberately left out. Wouldn't be much of a contest with me there.
Darius smiles.
DS: Atta' girl.
CB: Come in!
Maricia steps past Darius and pushes open the door.
CB: Look at this Maricia leading the way for on--
MC: I want to be in that match.
Clint pauses and shakes his head.
CB: Why do you two always cut me off?
MC: Clint. I want to be in that damn match.
CB: Which one? I'm sorry, but the match between Darius and Edgar is a very important one, and as entertaining as that'd be--
Maricia leans towards Clint, forcefully placing her hands on his desk.
MC: The women's title match, vous taber--
CB: Whoa, whoa, let's not start throwing out insults in languages I don't understand. If you're in the match, then who's going to officiate it?
Maricia and Darius both look to Clint, puzzled.
DS: What the hell are you talking about?
CB: I've given Maricia the honor of being the special guest referee for the fatal four way Women's championship match!
Maricia's eyes widen.
CB: She will have the chance to raise the hand of the first ever GCW Women's championship match!
Maricia is now fuming with anger. Darius looks over to her, and quickly snaps his view back to Clint. Just as he looks back to Maricia, she lunges at Clint over the desk. Darius catches her, and drags her back, to prevent her from doing any damage to Clint. Maricia begins to scream French obscenities at Clint as Darius drags her out of the room, struggling himself to control her violent outburst.
CB: Please, make sure you're impartial!
Darius sets Maricia down on her feet outside the office. She calms down slightly, and smooths her dress.
MC: This is blatant disrespect! He knew I wanted that match!
DS: Well you're not in it. There's nothing we can do about that now.
Maricia shakes her head and points to Clint's office.
MC: Clint fucked this up. Now, I'm gonna do something about it.