Post by kainsmen on Jul 10, 2013 20:29:53 GMT -5
The scene opens up on the tour bus, that The Killer Barbies used to travel in, before the went on hiatus, now used for Candy and Emily’s personal travel as Candy Cane resumes her wrestling career. Candy is sprawled out onto a couch, idly plucking her guitar, while Emily sits behind the camera, filming for their website.
Emily-“So how does it feel to win your first match, getting back into the ring?”
Candy-“It felt great. The roar of the crowd, the cheers and the boos, I drunk it all in. And you were worried I wasn’t properly prepared. When you’ve been fighting all your life like I have, there is no such thing as ring rust.”
Emily laughs a bit.
Emily-“Well looks like I didn’t tame you like I wanted. But I noticed something the other night.”
Candy quirks a quick eyebrow at her wife behind the camera.
Candy-“And what was that exactly?”
Emily –“Just that you looked more in control than your usual fights. You seemed to keep your cool a bit better, by the fact that your guitar is still in one piece.”
Emily giggles at her own remark.
Candy-“Well I was more afraid of you bitching me out, for breaking another guitar. Jk. But seriously, you should join me out at ringside, instead of hiding out in the back. I would really appreciate it.”
Emily-“Well, I don’t know, one of the announcers is a perv. I already have to deal with one horny perv now. JK.”
Candy and Emily both laugh.
Candy-“Well if he gives you any trouble, slip your ring onto your middle finger, give him a salute, and punch him in the face.”
Emily-“I’m not the violent one in this relationship, remember”
Candy-“Right, you’re more using daddy’s attorney’s type. My way is much quicker though, just saying. Speaking of my next match. You don’t know anything about it do you.
Emily just sighs.
Emily-“Of course I do, I am the brains in this marriage. You have been entered in a tournament to determine the number one contender for the Women’s championship. You’ll be facing ‘The Anti-Diva’ Paige.”
Candy just yawns.
Candy-“Sounds like need more an anti-depressant. Women’s Title? Yawn! A tournament filled with a bunch of bimbos I assume. So can you tell me more about this Paige chick?”
Emily-“Well she’s from Great Britain.”
Candy-“If it’s so great, why she leave?”
Emily-“May I continue”
Candy-“Sorry, she just sounds so fascinating so far, continue.”
Emily clears her throat.
Emily-“She states she’s on a campaign to bring respect back to women’s wrestling. To destroy all things ‘Diva’ and anything that doesn’t fit what she thinks proper women’s wrestling is.”
Candy-“I see, sounds like we have a lot in common then. This ‘Anti Diva’ sounds like sounds like a cool person to hang out with. Too bad, she’s going to get beaten down just like everyone else. Are we done here? I’m tired and want to get a shower in before the driver returns. You coming to bed soon?”
Emily-“Yeah after I upload this to the website.”
Candy gets up and proceeds to the shower on the bus. Just outside the bathroom door, with her back to the camera, Candy undoes her top and lets it hit the floor.
Emily-“CANDY!”
Emily shouts, scolding her wife as she fumbles and shuts the camera off before anymore can be filmed.
Emily-“So how does it feel to win your first match, getting back into the ring?”
Candy-“It felt great. The roar of the crowd, the cheers and the boos, I drunk it all in. And you were worried I wasn’t properly prepared. When you’ve been fighting all your life like I have, there is no such thing as ring rust.”
Emily laughs a bit.
Emily-“Well looks like I didn’t tame you like I wanted. But I noticed something the other night.”
Candy quirks a quick eyebrow at her wife behind the camera.
Candy-“And what was that exactly?”
Emily –“Just that you looked more in control than your usual fights. You seemed to keep your cool a bit better, by the fact that your guitar is still in one piece.”
Emily giggles at her own remark.
Candy-“Well I was more afraid of you bitching me out, for breaking another guitar. Jk. But seriously, you should join me out at ringside, instead of hiding out in the back. I would really appreciate it.”
Emily-“Well, I don’t know, one of the announcers is a perv. I already have to deal with one horny perv now. JK.”
Candy and Emily both laugh.
Candy-“Well if he gives you any trouble, slip your ring onto your middle finger, give him a salute, and punch him in the face.”
Emily-“I’m not the violent one in this relationship, remember”
Candy-“Right, you’re more using daddy’s attorney’s type. My way is much quicker though, just saying. Speaking of my next match. You don’t know anything about it do you.
Emily just sighs.
Emily-“Of course I do, I am the brains in this marriage. You have been entered in a tournament to determine the number one contender for the Women’s championship. You’ll be facing ‘The Anti-Diva’ Paige.”
Candy just yawns.
Candy-“Sounds like need more an anti-depressant. Women’s Title? Yawn! A tournament filled with a bunch of bimbos I assume. So can you tell me more about this Paige chick?”
Emily-“Well she’s from Great Britain.”
Candy-“If it’s so great, why she leave?”
Emily-“May I continue”
Candy-“Sorry, she just sounds so fascinating so far, continue.”
Emily clears her throat.
Emily-“She states she’s on a campaign to bring respect back to women’s wrestling. To destroy all things ‘Diva’ and anything that doesn’t fit what she thinks proper women’s wrestling is.”
Candy-“I see, sounds like we have a lot in common then. This ‘Anti Diva’ sounds like sounds like a cool person to hang out with. Too bad, she’s going to get beaten down just like everyone else. Are we done here? I’m tired and want to get a shower in before the driver returns. You coming to bed soon?”
Emily-“Yeah after I upload this to the website.”
Candy gets up and proceeds to the shower on the bus. Just outside the bathroom door, with her back to the camera, Candy undoes her top and lets it hit the floor.
Emily-“CANDY!”
Emily shouts, scolding her wife as she fumbles and shuts the camera off before anymore can be filmed.