Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Aug 24, 2012 8:24:56 GMT -5
"Smack Down" was blaring throughout the Mandalay Bay Events Center, the arena was filled with cheers as ROTD winner celebrated in the ring. But what the cameras did not pick up was the reaction of John Fisherman, who was basically robbed from what he believed to be his first step to glory.
"No."
His eyes were widened and his jaw was dropped, he could not believe what had just happened.
"No..."
He pulled on his hair in frustration. His opportunity was literally ripped from his grasp.
"No no no no no no no no NOO!!"
No win, no contract, no title match. All he could do was wallow in defeat. Weeks of hype and self admiration had been stolen from beneath him. As he walked off the stage, he was still distraught. He was in no mood to attend any after parties or celebrations. Quite frankly, at this point, all he wanted was Justin Fischer's head on a spike.
But of course, it should be noted. Where was Ms. Biguns while this was going on?
She was far more concerned with confronting the nuisance that is her older sister, Jessica Hosenstein, perhaps the most annoying woman you could possibly meet. She trekked all the way to her apartment, not too far from the Mandalay Bay Events Center actually, and climbed the entire staircase before violently knocking the door. A brief moment passed, and there she was, opening the door wide open with no pride. All she was wearing was her night gown and a pair of fluffy slippers.
"HI PUMPKIN!!"
Her screeching voice pierced through Jasmine's ears, but she was far too furious to worry about this.
"Oh, is something wrong? You didn't turn up for John Fisherman's match?"
"Where the hell did Justin get that photo!?"
"Oh? What photo is that?"
"You know perfectly well what photo I'm talking about. Where the hell did he get it!?"
"Oh that photo! Don't worry about it, I've still got the original copy safe and sound."
"Excuse me? Copy?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"
"Are there any more copies?"
"Well, yes. I've already handed a few out though..."
"I can't believe this is happening to me!"
"Calm down pumpkin, it's not like you're naked in that photo or anything. It's nowhere near as bad as that porno you did!"
"You promised me you'd never speak of that again! Dammit Jess, you didn't tell anyone about that did you?"
"Well..."
"Oh no. You didn't..."
"...now that you mention it...he was interested about you...I just couldn't say no to that face."
"Who?"
"Justin."
"No no no, you're joking!"
"Sorry, he was just so...charming. He might...also have a copy of it...I'm sorry."
"WHAT!?"
"Don't worry, it was just the one copy, I promise. He said that he was going to send it to someone as a present?"
"Oh man, I just can't believe this. How could you? Where the hell did you get all this stuff anyway? Did you raid my home in Philadelphia or something!?"
"Well you said I could take anything I wanted...I just wanted some things to remember you by."
"My god, you're making me so mad right now."
"Look, sorry I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm a little...tied up at the moment...can I like catch up to you later in the week?"
"No, no you can't just squirm out of this. Not again. We're not through here!"
"I think we are..."
And with that, Jessica slammed the door in Jasmine's face. This only enraged her even more.
"Dammit Jess! You open this door right now!!"
But there was no response. Ms. Biguns continued to thrash the door, but she quickly lost her will, and started weeping in despair. Why? Why must the world be so cruel to her? There was nothing left to do but call it a night. She crawled her way back home. She'd probably hate me for this, but I guess you could say that this little piggie went WEEEEEEEE!!! all the way home... ;D
The following day...
It was a tense morning in the regular gym. Neither John or Jasmine were in the mood for talking, they just silently and awkwardly resumed their training schedule. They were both still upset over what had happened the previous night. It wasn't until John popped a question that he'd been meaning to ask his manager for the past few hours.
"So...Jasmine...where did you go last night?"
She seemed a little flustered as she tried to take a sip from her latte.
"Oh...umm...I was just..."
As they both sat on the apron of the training ring, John wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Look Jasmine. I know that Justin upset you last night. But if we're going to get somewhere in this company, we have to stick together."
"I know John, I know. It's just that...why do people have to be so mean? Why do they have to remind you of things that you regret?"
"Are you talking about that photo?"
"Oh...umm yeah...I was. I've tried so hard to lose all that weight, just so people could stop calling me those names. And when I'm reminded about it, it just makes me feel like I'm still the chubby little girl who gets picked on by everyone in school, you know? John...can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You don't think...I'm fat do you?"
"No, of course not. In fact, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You make Lucy Pinder look like an old hag!"
"Oh you."
She gave a smile as she rested her head on John's shoulder. He knew how to push her buttons. He knew how to make her feel special.
The next few days were surprisingly more relaxing, or at least less stressful. In fact, they were both in such a good mood, that they both felt that it was time for another promo.
They returned to the gym, shortly after reading the next match card, and brought along an MPW cameraman. In front of the camera, the two stood side by side, with another latte in the hand of Ms. Biguns, standing in front of the training ring.
"Hi. I'm John Fisherman, and alongside me is the lovely Ms. Biguns, but of course, you all already know that by now. Now of course, after watching that travesty of justice at High Stakes, many of you are most probably thinking, what am I going to do next? Am I going to let Justin Fischer get away with that? How much longer before I finally claim my throne here in MPW? Well I'm here to tell you all not to worry, the king of the world will ascend to the top one day, but with every quest, there is always an obstacle. However, I wouldn't consider this guy an obstacle, he's more like a little bug. What do you call one of those things, you know, with those thin long legs that fly?"
"Oh, you mean those Daddy-Long-Legs?"
"Exactly. He buzzes around me, trying his best to make a nuisance out of himself, but in reality, no one could give two shits about him, and it's only a matter of time before he dies out and becomes nothing more than a forgotten memory. Kinda tragic actually...well, more like pathetic. But enough about this Bart Simpson wannabe..."
Ms. Biguns took a sip from her latte.
"I was hoping for a week off this week, but of course, my darling public just can't get enough of me, and the MPW staff just love me so much, it would have been a sin to not even consider someone like me for the show! But who will I be facing in my next match? Why, if it isn't little miss Bliss, the darling sister of that insignificant little fly. Now Bliss, personally, I have nothing against you. You're pretty cool, and not only are you not afraid to play with the guys, but you're also quite capable of beating them, as you've proved at High Stakes. Heck, you're next in line for a North American title shot! Personally I hope you win and strip that goofball of the title that he clearly doesn't deserve, but I'm not going to talk about that. Bliss, I have nothing against you, but I do have something against your sister Justin. And quite frankly, if I have to make an example out of you to make him realize who he is exactly dealing with, then so be it. Please don't take it personally when I beat you Bliss."
Ms. Biguns felt a disgusting taste in her mouth.
"Johnny, you can't be serious."
"What?"
"You think that Bliss will just lay down in the ring for you?"
"Well...actually I wouldn't mind..."
"No, I don't want to hear it! You know Bliss isn't going to be easy."
"I know that, didn't you just hear me mention her win at High Stakes?"
"So you shouldn't underestimate her. You should never underestimate any women around here!"
"I don't! Just because she's a woman doesn't mean I think any less of her."
"Yeah, that's what they all say..."
"No, I don't think any less of her because she's a woman. That is why I will not hesitate in beating her this Monday. I hope Justin will be watching, because I want him to know that what I will do to Bliss will be no different to what I'll be doing to him if he crosses me again. I know Bliss will not be a pushover, she can be very menacing in and out of the ring. She's the type of girl who'd name her pet dog Stay just so she could say "Come here Stay" and drive it nuts! I know she won't make it easy for me, she has beaten guys in the past. But the thing is, I'm no ordinary guy. I'm the epitome of talent, I'm the king of the world, I'm the greatest face to grace the wrestling race! Bliss, I hope you give it your best shot this Monday, but don't take it personally when I beat you."
"Ahem!"
"What?"
"Aren't you forgetting someone?"
"Who?"
"That fat slag!"
"?"
"Laura!"
John seemed a little reluctant to mention her...as if she was told what to say...
"Laura Tavares? Of course I haven't forgotten. Laura, when we both met in the Orleans Arena that one week, it was obvious what you intended. I know I've waited a while to reply to you, but I'm afraid my answer is no. You see, I already have a manager, and she's a brilliant one at that. You may already have a reputation around here, but Ms. Biguns is not only easier to work with, not only is she a determined, successful manager, but she is also easier on the eyes..."
"You hear that Laura? My man is not interested! I hope you can work that out in that tiny brain of yours, but knowing you, it'd most probably get lost in that fat ass of yours! John Fisherman is my property, and don't you forget it! You can keep that lesbian for yourself!"
"Jasmine!"
"What? They are lesbians aren't they?"
"..."
"Oh whatever..."
"Anyway...as I said, Bliss, don't take it personally. Lesbian or not, you're going to lose this match, and when I'm finished with you, I'm going to make sure that your idiot sister suffers the same fate...
"And he's going to prove exactly why that whore bag wanted to steal my man from me in favor of you."
"...Spoiler alert: I'm going to win!"
He smiled as the camera faded out. How will Bliss respond? How will Laura respond? How will Justin respond? Will John live up to his words, or will the Fischers get the last laugh once again? And what will happen when Laura Tavares and Ms. Biguns meet at ringside? Stay tuned to find out!
"No."
His eyes were widened and his jaw was dropped, he could not believe what had just happened.
"No..."
He pulled on his hair in frustration. His opportunity was literally ripped from his grasp.
"No no no no no no no no NOO!!"
No win, no contract, no title match. All he could do was wallow in defeat. Weeks of hype and self admiration had been stolen from beneath him. As he walked off the stage, he was still distraught. He was in no mood to attend any after parties or celebrations. Quite frankly, at this point, all he wanted was Justin Fischer's head on a spike.
But of course, it should be noted. Where was Ms. Biguns while this was going on?
She was far more concerned with confronting the nuisance that is her older sister, Jessica Hosenstein, perhaps the most annoying woman you could possibly meet. She trekked all the way to her apartment, not too far from the Mandalay Bay Events Center actually, and climbed the entire staircase before violently knocking the door. A brief moment passed, and there she was, opening the door wide open with no pride. All she was wearing was her night gown and a pair of fluffy slippers.
"HI PUMPKIN!!"
Her screeching voice pierced through Jasmine's ears, but she was far too furious to worry about this.
"Oh, is something wrong? You didn't turn up for John Fisherman's match?"
"Where the hell did Justin get that photo!?"
"Oh? What photo is that?"
"You know perfectly well what photo I'm talking about. Where the hell did he get it!?"
"Oh that photo! Don't worry about it, I've still got the original copy safe and sound."
"Excuse me? Copy?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"
"Are there any more copies?"
"Well, yes. I've already handed a few out though..."
"I can't believe this is happening to me!"
"Calm down pumpkin, it's not like you're naked in that photo or anything. It's nowhere near as bad as that porno you did!"
"You promised me you'd never speak of that again! Dammit Jess, you didn't tell anyone about that did you?"
"Well..."
"Oh no. You didn't..."
"...now that you mention it...he was interested about you...I just couldn't say no to that face."
"Who?"
"Justin."
"No no no, you're joking!"
"Sorry, he was just so...charming. He might...also have a copy of it...I'm sorry."
"WHAT!?"
"Don't worry, it was just the one copy, I promise. He said that he was going to send it to someone as a present?"
"Oh man, I just can't believe this. How could you? Where the hell did you get all this stuff anyway? Did you raid my home in Philadelphia or something!?"
"Well you said I could take anything I wanted...I just wanted some things to remember you by."
"My god, you're making me so mad right now."
"Look, sorry I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm a little...tied up at the moment...can I like catch up to you later in the week?"
"No, no you can't just squirm out of this. Not again. We're not through here!"
"I think we are..."
And with that, Jessica slammed the door in Jasmine's face. This only enraged her even more.
"Dammit Jess! You open this door right now!!"
But there was no response. Ms. Biguns continued to thrash the door, but she quickly lost her will, and started weeping in despair. Why? Why must the world be so cruel to her? There was nothing left to do but call it a night. She crawled her way back home. She'd probably hate me for this, but I guess you could say that this little piggie went WEEEEEEEE!!! all the way home... ;D
The following day...
It was a tense morning in the regular gym. Neither John or Jasmine were in the mood for talking, they just silently and awkwardly resumed their training schedule. They were both still upset over what had happened the previous night. It wasn't until John popped a question that he'd been meaning to ask his manager for the past few hours.
"So...Jasmine...where did you go last night?"
She seemed a little flustered as she tried to take a sip from her latte.
"Oh...umm...I was just..."
As they both sat on the apron of the training ring, John wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Look Jasmine. I know that Justin upset you last night. But if we're going to get somewhere in this company, we have to stick together."
"I know John, I know. It's just that...why do people have to be so mean? Why do they have to remind you of things that you regret?"
"Are you talking about that photo?"
"Oh...umm yeah...I was. I've tried so hard to lose all that weight, just so people could stop calling me those names. And when I'm reminded about it, it just makes me feel like I'm still the chubby little girl who gets picked on by everyone in school, you know? John...can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You don't think...I'm fat do you?"
"No, of course not. In fact, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You make Lucy Pinder look like an old hag!"
"Oh you."
She gave a smile as she rested her head on John's shoulder. He knew how to push her buttons. He knew how to make her feel special.
The next few days were surprisingly more relaxing, or at least less stressful. In fact, they were both in such a good mood, that they both felt that it was time for another promo.
They returned to the gym, shortly after reading the next match card, and brought along an MPW cameraman. In front of the camera, the two stood side by side, with another latte in the hand of Ms. Biguns, standing in front of the training ring.
"Hi. I'm John Fisherman, and alongside me is the lovely Ms. Biguns, but of course, you all already know that by now. Now of course, after watching that travesty of justice at High Stakes, many of you are most probably thinking, what am I going to do next? Am I going to let Justin Fischer get away with that? How much longer before I finally claim my throne here in MPW? Well I'm here to tell you all not to worry, the king of the world will ascend to the top one day, but with every quest, there is always an obstacle. However, I wouldn't consider this guy an obstacle, he's more like a little bug. What do you call one of those things, you know, with those thin long legs that fly?"
"Oh, you mean those Daddy-Long-Legs?"
"Exactly. He buzzes around me, trying his best to make a nuisance out of himself, but in reality, no one could give two shits about him, and it's only a matter of time before he dies out and becomes nothing more than a forgotten memory. Kinda tragic actually...well, more like pathetic. But enough about this Bart Simpson wannabe..."
Ms. Biguns took a sip from her latte.
"I was hoping for a week off this week, but of course, my darling public just can't get enough of me, and the MPW staff just love me so much, it would have been a sin to not even consider someone like me for the show! But who will I be facing in my next match? Why, if it isn't little miss Bliss, the darling sister of that insignificant little fly. Now Bliss, personally, I have nothing against you. You're pretty cool, and not only are you not afraid to play with the guys, but you're also quite capable of beating them, as you've proved at High Stakes. Heck, you're next in line for a North American title shot! Personally I hope you win and strip that goofball of the title that he clearly doesn't deserve, but I'm not going to talk about that. Bliss, I have nothing against you, but I do have something against your sister Justin. And quite frankly, if I have to make an example out of you to make him realize who he is exactly dealing with, then so be it. Please don't take it personally when I beat you Bliss."
Ms. Biguns felt a disgusting taste in her mouth.
"Johnny, you can't be serious."
"What?"
"You think that Bliss will just lay down in the ring for you?"
"Well...actually I wouldn't mind..."
"No, I don't want to hear it! You know Bliss isn't going to be easy."
"I know that, didn't you just hear me mention her win at High Stakes?"
"So you shouldn't underestimate her. You should never underestimate any women around here!"
"I don't! Just because she's a woman doesn't mean I think any less of her."
"Yeah, that's what they all say..."
"No, I don't think any less of her because she's a woman. That is why I will not hesitate in beating her this Monday. I hope Justin will be watching, because I want him to know that what I will do to Bliss will be no different to what I'll be doing to him if he crosses me again. I know Bliss will not be a pushover, she can be very menacing in and out of the ring. She's the type of girl who'd name her pet dog Stay just so she could say "Come here Stay" and drive it nuts! I know she won't make it easy for me, she has beaten guys in the past. But the thing is, I'm no ordinary guy. I'm the epitome of talent, I'm the king of the world, I'm the greatest face to grace the wrestling race! Bliss, I hope you give it your best shot this Monday, but don't take it personally when I beat you."
"Ahem!"
"What?"
"Aren't you forgetting someone?"
"Who?"
"That fat slag!"
"?"
"Laura!"
John seemed a little reluctant to mention her...as if she was told what to say...
"Laura Tavares? Of course I haven't forgotten. Laura, when we both met in the Orleans Arena that one week, it was obvious what you intended. I know I've waited a while to reply to you, but I'm afraid my answer is no. You see, I already have a manager, and she's a brilliant one at that. You may already have a reputation around here, but Ms. Biguns is not only easier to work with, not only is she a determined, successful manager, but she is also easier on the eyes..."
"You hear that Laura? My man is not interested! I hope you can work that out in that tiny brain of yours, but knowing you, it'd most probably get lost in that fat ass of yours! John Fisherman is my property, and don't you forget it! You can keep that lesbian for yourself!"
"Jasmine!"
"What? They are lesbians aren't they?"
"..."
"Oh whatever..."
"Anyway...as I said, Bliss, don't take it personally. Lesbian or not, you're going to lose this match, and when I'm finished with you, I'm going to make sure that your idiot sister suffers the same fate...
"And he's going to prove exactly why that whore bag wanted to steal my man from me in favor of you."
"...Spoiler alert: I'm going to win!"
He smiled as the camera faded out. How will Bliss respond? How will Laura respond? How will Justin respond? Will John live up to his words, or will the Fischers get the last laugh once again? And what will happen when Laura Tavares and Ms. Biguns meet at ringside? Stay tuned to find out!
