Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 2:34:51 GMT -5
The feeds opens to scenes from the recent Reaction show, highlighting the post-show altercation between a drunken and pissed Missy Sippy and a gloating Susie Price. The montage pays particular attention to Missy's beating of Susie followed by the nasty arm pit smother that desecrated the Million Dollar Baby's flawless features. From there is showcases the ending, where Missy Sippy steals Susie's extremely rare and mega high priced rose gold colored Porsche 911 car and speeds away.
Scene goes blank for a moment and then returns to show Missy pulling into an auto center in a run down looking po-dunk town, still driving Susie Price's vehicle. After bringing it to a halt, she hops out chuckling to herself and gives it a once over, followed by more of a scoffing-chuckle - as though not impressed by the amazing piece of machinery. A scraggly looking middle age man exits the building's main garage area clad in a one piece worksuit, a half lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He pauses for a moment. His eyes dart from Missy to the car then back to Missy.
Missy: Howdy, Eddie! How you been, man? Haven't seen you since you and the old hag split.
Eddie: What in the tarnation? Missy? I'll be damned, what a site for sore eyes!
He smiles, many teeth missing in his facehole. The two embrace in a hug and turn their attention to the car.
Eddie: And where in the high heavens did you get this piece of work?
Drawing out a long laugh, Missy shrugs.
Missy: Let's just say it was given to me by a... "friend."
Eddie: Well shit-fire save a match, Missy. You need to let me meet this friend too.
She laughs, those piercing blue eyes dazzling.
Missy: I sure will. But as far as this car goes, it just.... I dunno.... it just isn't my style you know? I love my mudflaps and big trucks.
Eddie: You wanna get rid of it? Why not sell it? Easy 100,000 dollars at bare minimum.
Missy: Naw, I was thinking of something more... personal. See this "friend" of mine, we have a special relationship. I love-hate one. A love to hate one, you know? So I was thinking perhaps you could take it and give it Option 3?
His eyes light up, having not heard that off-the-books option mentioned in quite some time. The shady man rubs his chin for a moment then gives that toothy grin again and nods.
Eddie: Well I can certainly do that, Missy. Shame though, it's a beaut. So let's talk specifics.
The two begin to walk into the building discussing things not picked up by the camera's audio devices. After a few more seconds, the feed scrambles to a brief montage of Missy waiting around in the waiting room - plowing through Mountain Dews and candy, as well as playing horseshoes and darts with other employees and fellow "customers." It then ends on Missy asleep on the waiting room couch, being suddenly awoken by Eddie tapping her foot.
Eddie: We're done!
Missy perks up as he leads her into the main garage area, the rose gold Porsche 911 nowhere in sight as they come to a stop. Next to him is a large rolling table with a cloth covering it, which he holds for a moment then, in theatrical fashion, yanks it off revealing an assortment of breathtakingly beautiful rose gold rings, necklaces, and other trinkets.
Missy gasps and clutches her generous breasts before jumping up and down hooting and hollering.
Missy: HOT DAYUM EDDIE! YOU'RE AMAZING!
That's right, Missy had Eddie to smelt Susie's prize possession into trinkets for Missy to wear as conquest souvenirs. Eddie blushes at the compliment and just laughs..
Eddie: Awe, gee thanks. Anything for you, Missy! I made a few things for myself too, hope you don't mind.
He places a pair of homemade wire rimmed rose gold sunshades on, and Missy just laughs and laughs and gives him the hugest proud hug.
Missy: You're the best!
Missy goes about putting on the rings and necklaces and earrings, then gives herself a once over in the bay mirror. She moans sexily at herself, loving the look. Only now does she look at the camera, addressing it for the first time as she showcases her war trophies.
Missy: There's just something extra sexy about jacking a rich bitch's shit and turning a gain from it huh? Shit on a stick, I'm fuckin' hot! I'm always hot but dayum Susie, you may have a redeeming quality about you after all. That shit heap you were rolling in turned out to be of good use, so thank ya for being a weak little bitch and letting me just take it from you. If you're as wimpy in our singles match this week as you were in the parking lot on Reaction, I'm not gonna break a damn sweat out there. I mean, for fucksakes, you RAN from me. Who runs from a fight? Who in the rassling biddness runs from a fight? Only cowardly, yelly belly shit-stains, which apparently you are since you high tailed it when you saw me coming after you.
Missy folds her arms and glares at the lens, a look of malice in her smoldering blue eyes.
Missy: You brought all this on yourself, elf girl. I was gonna let shit slide but you had none of it. You had to interject in the battle royal, sneak attacking me, then last week you had to rely on cheating to pick up a shallow win over me in the tag team match. That dog won't hunt, bitch. I ain't lettin' you get away with that hogwash. Just because you have a bunch of pent up anger over not being tall enough for the rides at amusement parks, doesn't mean you can just do and say whatever you want to people without re-pro-cuttins. You've started something you can't possibly win, beech. Every since I got here, minus that snafu in the Renias tournament, I've been steam rolling over everyone. I would have mowed you down too had you not cheated your way to the win last week. Savor the flavor of that win cause it sure as hell won't happen again. This week it's one on one, no tags, no chaos going on around us. Just you and me and no way for you to cheat your way into a score.
Missy stands confidently, full of pride. She points a finger out with resolve.
Missy: And after I show the world what happens when a rich bitch steps into a war zone she doesn't belong in, I'm going to take your demolished body backstage, toss you in a shipping crate, and ship you back up to the north pole where you belong, pimple-tits. YEEEEEE HHAAAAAAW!
And with that, Missy does an imaginary lasso whip overhead and the screen goes black, ending the segment.
~End~