Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Sept 16, 2012 13:40:36 GMT -5
Earlier this week, Ms. Biguns made a trip to London to visit some of her relatives. Of course they're not her favorite relatives, but she made a promise that she'd visit them twice a year, and she has lived up to her word thus far. But what was a change this time around however, was that she was actually heading into London with a smile on her face. That's right. I'm not even joking! She was actually in a good mood! Well, that didn't really last long to be completely honest. You see these relatives of hers lived in quite a rough area in the south, and already as she arrived, she was confronted by a gang of teenagers riding their bikes, blasting foul comments at her. It was only when a police car arrived when the troubled kids fled, allowing her to express her opinions to her relatives. And then she was invited to a local bar later that night. Not the best of ideas, but let's just leave it at that. Best not go into too much detail, otherwise I'll be heading completely off the point. Long story short, she went into London in a good mood, had a miserable time, and returned to Las Vegas an unhappy bunny.
She was far too stressed to settle down once she got back into her apartment. She needed to call somebody. She was about to call a certain someone she used to speak to...until she remembered...why would she talk to that arrogant druggie? More concerned with his marijuana than his career. No, she decided to call someone that she had recently 'shared' something with. With her cellphone close to her face, she waited for an answer.
"Hello, is this Johnny? Fancy a night out together?"
I'd rather not spoil anything for the readers, but let's just say that these two individuals met up later that night, and let's just say that they shared another intimate moment. Besides, I'm not sure how much detail I'd be allowed to give without permission...
Anyway, Ms. Biguns returned home for the first time in a long time with a proper smile on her face. She had a marvelous night, much more than she initially intended. It was a change for her to talk to someone from the roster who actually treated her with the dignity and respect that she felt that she deserved. No stupid boob jokes, no hurtful fat jokes, and no unwanted encounters, that night went off without a hitch, and she tucked into bed with the least amount of stress in a long time. But deep down, she knew that this wouldn't last. She knew that the next day would be hectic.
And it was, but not emotionally. Despite the nightmare of London, and the charms of a certain MPW star, Ms. Biguns knew that there was a big task at hand. She was entering a new environment. This was going to be a highlight in her career. For the first time, she will be stepping from the managerial role and locking horns with a woman who has already established herself as more than just a mere valet, Laura Tavares. Was she intimidated though? Of course not. If there's something that she truly enjoyed, it's smacking the taste out of the women she hated. For the first time in a long time, Ms. Biguns went off to the local gym, the same gym where she used to attend on a regular basis, coaching her former client. Despite the memories however, she needed to prepare herself for her match.
Needless to say, she wasn't the best of grapplers in the squared circle. She was far from perfect. But it would have to do. Her sparring partner didn't seem to mind being smothered to be honest...
She felt like she was ready. So ready in fact, that she was confident enough to pull out her old camcorder, for the first time since the break-up. Positioning it on the ring apron, she stepped back to show off her rather tight workout outfit.
"Well, well, well. Looks like time is running short for little miss fat ass. You know something Laura? It's gonna be fun stepping into the ring with you, and you know why? Because you haven't been in the ring with someone like me. Oh sure, this will be my first match in such a high platform, but trust me sweet cheeks, I'm not gonna back down from a match against a hog like you. As you can see, I've been working out really hard specially for you. You know, I've always left the action to my clients, but now I realize, and especially when it comes to skanks like you, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. That old windbag I used to hang around with, the man who claimed to be the king of the world, he couldn't even beat up a woman. I say good riddance to that scumbag, even with me in his corner he was doomed to be a failure. Quite frankly, he couldn't hold a torch to my new potential client. You know who I'm talking about right? Of course you do. I hope you don't mind, but he just seems to can't get enough of me. But then again, who wouldn't? I mean look at me!"
She gave a rather seductive pose, specifically to aggravate her opponent.
"You see Laura, I have so much to offer him. Don't believe me? Just ask Bliss. You see, I helped her to become the North American champion. And where were you? You were about to cost her that title. She only won that title because I stopped you from distracting her. Some manager you are. You see Laura, the truth is that I'm just generally better than you at everything. I'm better looking than you, I'm a better manager than you, and I can satisfy my men much better than you. And this may be my first match, but that'll just make it oh so much sweeter when I prove to the world that I am also a much better wrestler than you. Poor Laura. Can't be easy being second best at everything. Might as well just retire, huh Laura? Might as well stuff your face with junk food, like the lard ass that I know you really are. Do you know what though? I feel sorry for poor Johnny. Having to deal with someone like you everyday. Oh, by the way, I had a really good time last night Johnny thank you. If you fancy another good time, you know where to find me."
She gave a wink to the camera.
"Oh. Now where was I? Oh yes. Laura, at Fusion, you're going to get your fat ass handed to you, I'm going to prove to everyone just how pathetic you really are, and I'm going to make you regret ever challenging me. Don't forget, you're dealing with true perfection! You really want a piece of this? Then bring it, I'll be waiting."
She switched the camcorder off. It was time to call it a day. She changed out of her outfit and made her way back home, with a wicked smirk on her lips and a thought in her mind.
Everything is going according to plan...
She was far too stressed to settle down once she got back into her apartment. She needed to call somebody. She was about to call a certain someone she used to speak to...until she remembered...why would she talk to that arrogant druggie? More concerned with his marijuana than his career. No, she decided to call someone that she had recently 'shared' something with. With her cellphone close to her face, she waited for an answer.
"Hello, is this Johnny? Fancy a night out together?"
I'd rather not spoil anything for the readers, but let's just say that these two individuals met up later that night, and let's just say that they shared another intimate moment. Besides, I'm not sure how much detail I'd be allowed to give without permission...
Anyway, Ms. Biguns returned home for the first time in a long time with a proper smile on her face. She had a marvelous night, much more than she initially intended. It was a change for her to talk to someone from the roster who actually treated her with the dignity and respect that she felt that she deserved. No stupid boob jokes, no hurtful fat jokes, and no unwanted encounters, that night went off without a hitch, and she tucked into bed with the least amount of stress in a long time. But deep down, she knew that this wouldn't last. She knew that the next day would be hectic.
And it was, but not emotionally. Despite the nightmare of London, and the charms of a certain MPW star, Ms. Biguns knew that there was a big task at hand. She was entering a new environment. This was going to be a highlight in her career. For the first time, she will be stepping from the managerial role and locking horns with a woman who has already established herself as more than just a mere valet, Laura Tavares. Was she intimidated though? Of course not. If there's something that she truly enjoyed, it's smacking the taste out of the women she hated. For the first time in a long time, Ms. Biguns went off to the local gym, the same gym where she used to attend on a regular basis, coaching her former client. Despite the memories however, she needed to prepare herself for her match.
Needless to say, she wasn't the best of grapplers in the squared circle. She was far from perfect. But it would have to do. Her sparring partner didn't seem to mind being smothered to be honest...
She felt like she was ready. So ready in fact, that she was confident enough to pull out her old camcorder, for the first time since the break-up. Positioning it on the ring apron, she stepped back to show off her rather tight workout outfit.
"Well, well, well. Looks like time is running short for little miss fat ass. You know something Laura? It's gonna be fun stepping into the ring with you, and you know why? Because you haven't been in the ring with someone like me. Oh sure, this will be my first match in such a high platform, but trust me sweet cheeks, I'm not gonna back down from a match against a hog like you. As you can see, I've been working out really hard specially for you. You know, I've always left the action to my clients, but now I realize, and especially when it comes to skanks like you, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. That old windbag I used to hang around with, the man who claimed to be the king of the world, he couldn't even beat up a woman. I say good riddance to that scumbag, even with me in his corner he was doomed to be a failure. Quite frankly, he couldn't hold a torch to my new potential client. You know who I'm talking about right? Of course you do. I hope you don't mind, but he just seems to can't get enough of me. But then again, who wouldn't? I mean look at me!"
She gave a rather seductive pose, specifically to aggravate her opponent.
"You see Laura, I have so much to offer him. Don't believe me? Just ask Bliss. You see, I helped her to become the North American champion. And where were you? You were about to cost her that title. She only won that title because I stopped you from distracting her. Some manager you are. You see Laura, the truth is that I'm just generally better than you at everything. I'm better looking than you, I'm a better manager than you, and I can satisfy my men much better than you. And this may be my first match, but that'll just make it oh so much sweeter when I prove to the world that I am also a much better wrestler than you. Poor Laura. Can't be easy being second best at everything. Might as well just retire, huh Laura? Might as well stuff your face with junk food, like the lard ass that I know you really are. Do you know what though? I feel sorry for poor Johnny. Having to deal with someone like you everyday. Oh, by the way, I had a really good time last night Johnny thank you. If you fancy another good time, you know where to find me."
She gave a wink to the camera.
"Oh. Now where was I? Oh yes. Laura, at Fusion, you're going to get your fat ass handed to you, I'm going to prove to everyone just how pathetic you really are, and I'm going to make you regret ever challenging me. Don't forget, you're dealing with true perfection! You really want a piece of this? Then bring it, I'll be waiting."
She switched the camcorder off. It was time to call it a day. She changed out of her outfit and made her way back home, with a wicked smirk on her lips and a thought in her mind.
Everything is going according to plan...
