Post by Bobbi Jackson on Mar 17, 2011 22:45:41 GMT -5
Susan Rigger grumbles under her breath as she tosses her Union-Jack leotard in her gym bag, then glares over at Bobbi Jackson. The blonde beauty is practically beaming, her fresh victory mere moments ago just lighting her up. Susan narrows her eyes a bit, thinking back to the last moments of the match as she found herself on the ring-apron and Bobbi shoved her right off. She lifts her foot onto the wooden bench running along the row of steel lockers she, Bobbi and the other girls left their personal stuff in while they were performing, grumbling more as she ties her shoes' laces.
Bobbi not even really noticing the fact that Susan is staring a hole into her happily hums to herself as she changes out of her wrestling gear on the opposite bench across from Susan. Pretty thrilled that she won such an important match in her mind heading into her first pay per view with the GZWA.
Susan knows she should be happy for her friend for winning the match and it's not like she ever even cared to be IN it, as she'd made apparently abundantly clear earlier, but something about the careless way Bobbi had just shoved her off the apron with seemingly no regard just doesn't sit right with the buxom brunette.
Bobbi finishes getting dressed as she places her gear in the duffel bag sitting beside her. She zips it up and stands hooking it over her shoulder...
Bobbi: So...
Bobbi says looking over at the brunette now.
Bobbi: You ready to go back to the hotel?
Bobbi says in a relative care free manner. Her voice upbeat, obviously she hasn't a clue that Susan is pretty upset.
Susan: Hmph... yeah, I'm plenty ready.
Susan tosses the bag over her shoulder, a sour look on her face as she taps her foot, unnecessarily impatiently waiting for Bobbi to grab her stuff already.
Bobbi: Gees someone has their panties in a bunch...
Bobbi says with a little chuckle as she grabs her jacket and shuts the locker door. Everything else already in her bag. She drops the bag back on the bench as she quickly puts on her coat saying.
Bobbi: Where do you want to go eat Miss Grouch? Chinese? Pizza?
Bobbi says obviously teasing the brunette as she doesn't realize how much of an issue this is with her as she grabs her bag again and starts to walk towards the locker room door. Susan mumbles her words under her breath.
Susan: You can just EAT ME, ya grrmnph...
She turns her back to the blonde and takes a deep breath, then speaks.
Susan: If you don't care how badly I land off the apron, why do you care how my taste buds are treated?
Bobbi stops dead in her tracks. The blonde has pretty damn good hearing. She heard the mumbling, not to mention the very stand offish line as she slowly turns around to face the brunette.
Bobbi: Excuse you?! Am I really hearing this from you right now!?
Bobbi slams her bag down on the wooden bench and approaches Susan quickly before their noses are only a few inches apart, the blonde not showing any fear. Susan narrows her eyes a bit as she looks dead into Bobbi's eyes, poking at her chest as she speaks.
Susan: Yes, you are. I didn't appreciate you not so much as checking to see if I was okay after you'd just pushed me down like a piece of trash. I bent my ankle and it bloody well hurt, but little miss sunshine and fucking flowers didn't even bat an eyelid.
Bobbi can't believe what she is hearing as her good mood is evaporating at an alarming rate. She pokes Susan right back in her much larger chest.
Bobbi: If you recall you didn't even WANT to be in this match! All you did all day was bitch about it! I wanted this win BADLY! And I damn well did it!!!
Bobbi says in a loud yet satisfying voice before continuing.
Bobbi: If that meant I had to throw out my friend who didn't even want to be in this match to begin with...SO BE IT!!!
Susan pokes right back even harder.
Susan: I'm NOT upset at you winning, damn well better that you would than anyone else in that ring other than myself, but you didn't even CARE what happened to me. Oh no, a win in some bloody stupid shoving contest means more to you than I do, it's starting to seem.
She turns her back to Bobbi, crossing her arms across her chest.
Susan: While you were dancing around in the ring, all smiles and giggles, I was busy checking to see if your carelessness had caused me an injury. You didn't even ask me why I was heading up the ramp with only one boot on.
Bobbi just stands there in absolute shock, who was she to talk to her like that. Susan Rigger the Queen of the spotlight trying to guilt trip her over the fact that she won a match and COULD have accidentally injured her, which obviously she didn't as the girl is walking just fine now. A simple tactic to try to kill the blondes mood. Not tonight...Not this time...
Bobbi: And I guess I will dance all the way to the hotel by myself! You want to eat something? YOU CAN EAT ME YOU SELFISH BITCH!
And of course against her better judgment Bobbi once again lets her emotions get the better of her. She grabs her bag as her eyes start to well up with tears. She storms out of the locker room slamming the door behind her not allowing the brunette to notice the fact that she was silently crying as she slammed the door shut behind her. Susan hangs her head and sighs, then drops her bag to the floor as she brings her hands over her face, her shoulders trembling as the scene fades out.
Bobbi not even really noticing the fact that Susan is staring a hole into her happily hums to herself as she changes out of her wrestling gear on the opposite bench across from Susan. Pretty thrilled that she won such an important match in her mind heading into her first pay per view with the GZWA.
Susan knows she should be happy for her friend for winning the match and it's not like she ever even cared to be IN it, as she'd made apparently abundantly clear earlier, but something about the careless way Bobbi had just shoved her off the apron with seemingly no regard just doesn't sit right with the buxom brunette.
Bobbi finishes getting dressed as she places her gear in the duffel bag sitting beside her. She zips it up and stands hooking it over her shoulder...
Bobbi: So...
Bobbi says looking over at the brunette now.
Bobbi: You ready to go back to the hotel?
Bobbi says in a relative care free manner. Her voice upbeat, obviously she hasn't a clue that Susan is pretty upset.
Susan: Hmph... yeah, I'm plenty ready.
Susan tosses the bag over her shoulder, a sour look on her face as she taps her foot, unnecessarily impatiently waiting for Bobbi to grab her stuff already.
Bobbi: Gees someone has their panties in a bunch...
Bobbi says with a little chuckle as she grabs her jacket and shuts the locker door. Everything else already in her bag. She drops the bag back on the bench as she quickly puts on her coat saying.
Bobbi: Where do you want to go eat Miss Grouch? Chinese? Pizza?
Bobbi says obviously teasing the brunette as she doesn't realize how much of an issue this is with her as she grabs her bag again and starts to walk towards the locker room door. Susan mumbles her words under her breath.
Susan: You can just EAT ME, ya grrmnph...
She turns her back to the blonde and takes a deep breath, then speaks.
Susan: If you don't care how badly I land off the apron, why do you care how my taste buds are treated?
Bobbi stops dead in her tracks. The blonde has pretty damn good hearing. She heard the mumbling, not to mention the very stand offish line as she slowly turns around to face the brunette.
Bobbi: Excuse you?! Am I really hearing this from you right now!?
Bobbi slams her bag down on the wooden bench and approaches Susan quickly before their noses are only a few inches apart, the blonde not showing any fear. Susan narrows her eyes a bit as she looks dead into Bobbi's eyes, poking at her chest as she speaks.
Susan: Yes, you are. I didn't appreciate you not so much as checking to see if I was okay after you'd just pushed me down like a piece of trash. I bent my ankle and it bloody well hurt, but little miss sunshine and fucking flowers didn't even bat an eyelid.
Bobbi can't believe what she is hearing as her good mood is evaporating at an alarming rate. She pokes Susan right back in her much larger chest.
Bobbi: If you recall you didn't even WANT to be in this match! All you did all day was bitch about it! I wanted this win BADLY! And I damn well did it!!!
Bobbi says in a loud yet satisfying voice before continuing.
Bobbi: If that meant I had to throw out my friend who didn't even want to be in this match to begin with...SO BE IT!!!
Susan pokes right back even harder.
Susan: I'm NOT upset at you winning, damn well better that you would than anyone else in that ring other than myself, but you didn't even CARE what happened to me. Oh no, a win in some bloody stupid shoving contest means more to you than I do, it's starting to seem.
She turns her back to Bobbi, crossing her arms across her chest.
Susan: While you were dancing around in the ring, all smiles and giggles, I was busy checking to see if your carelessness had caused me an injury. You didn't even ask me why I was heading up the ramp with only one boot on.
Bobbi just stands there in absolute shock, who was she to talk to her like that. Susan Rigger the Queen of the spotlight trying to guilt trip her over the fact that she won a match and COULD have accidentally injured her, which obviously she didn't as the girl is walking just fine now. A simple tactic to try to kill the blondes mood. Not tonight...Not this time...
Bobbi: And I guess I will dance all the way to the hotel by myself! You want to eat something? YOU CAN EAT ME YOU SELFISH BITCH!
And of course against her better judgment Bobbi once again lets her emotions get the better of her. She grabs her bag as her eyes start to well up with tears. She storms out of the locker room slamming the door behind her not allowing the brunette to notice the fact that she was silently crying as she slammed the door shut behind her. Susan hangs her head and sighs, then drops her bag to the floor as she brings her hands over her face, her shoulders trembling as the scene fades out.
