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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Jul 28, 2011 19:29:23 GMT
Fizz missed the place so much that she was going to turn up to the Live Wire show tonight since she was going to wrestle there next week. She couldn't wait to return to FWF although she was more well known for Monday Night Rampage performances. She was currently walking around backstage and speaks to herself.
The Fizz: It's been a long time since I have been in FWF. I want to see how the new and old guys do in the Jealousy tournament. I remember a good old 4 years ago how I almost got to the finals via that tournament all those years ago. Wonder how I will fair in the tournament next week?
Suddenly someone walked by her almost bumping into her and says something.
The Fizz: Oops I am sorry. Are you OK?
Fizz waits for someone to speak to her as she couldn't wait to face against Justin next week and in the tournament where she almost won.
Open.
OOC: This is a preview on what my RP style is like and how much I have changed compared to back then.
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Post by Desiree on Jul 28, 2011 22:01:26 GMT
She could only manage a dissatisfied snort as her eyes bore down onto the woman that spoke, her attention straying from her thoughts for a moment as she took in the hapless sight before her. Smiling, realising her superiority, she turns away.
“Watch where you’re going next time.”
Happy with herself, she begins to walk away; perfectly pink stiletto heels meeting with the hard floor beneath her.
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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Jul 28, 2011 22:59:58 GMT
Strutting his way down the hallway is "Ultra" Jack Cool. Noticing the pink stiletto's before him, his jaw drops.
<^> "Ultra" Jack Cool <^> Hello, beautiful.[/center]
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Post by Desiree on Jul 29, 2011 0:04:06 GMT
Golden hair cascades from around her beautiful face, her piercing blue eyes but shocking sapphires in the luminescent glow of the hall way lights as her body stops, her head flicking back to meet with the voice behind her.
“Look, Honey. Don’t...”
Her voice drops to nothing but a whisper. A smile spreading warmly across her thick, luscious lips as she gently steps back in the direction she came. Her attention solely dedicated on this handsome man.
“... be a stranger now.”
She couldn’t stop the goosebumps which pricked her soft, supple skin as her thoughts raced with wild temptation, all the while her eyes darting from one muscle to the other. Totally forgetting about the woman which stood just inches away.
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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Jul 29, 2011 0:53:18 GMT
Jack appears to be lost in the new girl's eyes, but averts his gaze when The Fizz knocks him out of his trance by clearing her through.
<^> "Ultra" Jack Cool <^> Look, little girl. Why don't you run along? The grownups are talking.[/center] He then turns his attention back to Desiree.
<^> "Ultra" Jack Cool <^> Y'know, I'm in a Championship match tonight.[/center] He boasts, raising his eyebrows suggestively.(OOC: I can't believe we're going down this route.)
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Post by Desiree on Jul 29, 2011 1:25:20 GMT
Desiree laughed softly; somewhat amused by the belittling comment. He was bold, she’d give him that. But how bold was he?
She slowly stepped toward him, eyes drawn in a concentrated manor as swept past the joke that had stood beside her. Unyielding to the cold sting she felt as their skin touch, the woman becoming nothing more than a forgotten toy. Something new and shiny caught her attention now.
She circled around him slowly, her bare legs only stopping once to admire his firm buttocks as she began to speak. “I would have thought a strapping man like yourself would already BE a champion.”She didn’t smile. She only moved as she spoke again, her eyes peeling away from his steel buns; once again starting her circular tour of FWF’s “finest”. OOC: LOL! Ain’t my fault you want me. 
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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Jul 29, 2011 1:31:43 GMT
Jack's eyes follow the woman as she circles around him, making sure she doesn't notice when he unclenches his "steel buns". He blushes and begins to mutter nervously in contemplation of her previous statement.
<^> "Ultra" Jack Cool <^> [/b] I've been busy, girl. Y'know, touring the world with my band. Yeah... I'm in a band.[/center] (OOC: I feel proper uncomfortable. I almost finished with "maybe we could make music together".)
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Post by Desiree on Jul 29, 2011 12:32:01 GMT
Desiree’s smile only widens. Was he really using that little cookie? On her of all people? She wasn’t some sixteen year old girl that was easily impressed by a large guitar and musical aptness, not unless it involved her hitting the high note.
Stopping in front of him, she steps back a little, her perfectly formed brow raised in a questioning arc. “So this band?...”She takes an unnecessary pause, her arms folding over her abundant chest as she seemingly tries to pick the right words. “Is it like Robin Hood’s ‘band’ of men? Green tights, nimble feet and no women allowed?”OOC: LOL!! *Inserts a Barry White CD* 
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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Jul 29, 2011 17:52:00 GMT
(OOC: I'll get back to you on that one... no idea how to respond.)
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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Jul 31, 2011 17:09:44 GMT
Fizz was wondering what the fuck were the two talking about as she had no clue at all. She was looking a bit lost as it confused her and that was why she kept quiet. She continued to speak.
The Fizz: I am sorry Desiree. I didn't mean to bump into you like that. I just am looking forward to wrestle in FWF again. You seem to be the only diva in FWF right now.
Then this Ultra" Jack Cool came and interrupted them and Fizz continues to speak to him.
The Fizz: I don't have a clue who you are but you seem to be interrupting us talking here. I suggest you go off and sit at home watching television and watch me beat Justin next week to go through the Jealousy tournament.
Fizz then waits what the pair of love birds seems like to her as they were standing backstage
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Post by Desiree on Aug 1, 2011 14:24:23 GMT
A smirk poisoned her lips as her eyes remained on Jack, waiting and hoping that The Fizz’s attempt at smack talk would get some sort of rise out of him. She had always preferred to be up close and personal to the drama anyways, although, she doubted heavily that he’d take the bait. Wanting to move things along in the right direction, she spoke.
“I seem to be the only Diva in FWF? My girl; you have me wrong. I’m not a Diva – I’m a star! I’m what FWF needs. I’m the very air this place breathes. Without me, there’d be nothing!”
She had already started to walk toward The Fizz, her eyes glued in a superior stare. She knew the talent she held, she also knew that this woman would be a hurdle of some sorts, but she believed that she would have everyone screaming her name by the end of her first match. Stopping short of The Fizz’s personal space, she leans forward.
“... Don’t feel threatened. I’m sure there’s some fast food restaurant that’ll take you on. Just toddle off now and go practice ‘need some fries with that’ and you’ll be fine.”
Desiree winked, pulling away from The Fizz as she looked back toward Jack.
“As for you. Get back to me when you can actually say you’re a champion. So, good luck in your match – I’m sure you’ll need it.”
With that, Desiree smiled thinly, turning on her heel as to walk back in the direction she had been heading in moments ago.[/color]
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Post by Mrs Fizz Allmendinger on Aug 1, 2011 15:57:08 GMT
The Fizz: Well you are not a bloke are you unless you have different types of body parts on you that makes you look like a man? Do you think I give a fuck who you are and that you call yourself a star? Seriously go back to where ever you came from.
Now The Fizz opens up a Monster Energy drink and takes a sip of it and continues to speak.
The Fizz: Just as I expect that you don't know anything about me. I have been training 24/7 and I will carry on doing so until the day I retire. I wasn't called into the Hall Of Frame for nothing.
Fizz continues to drink more of her Monster Energy drink and waits for either Jack or Desiree to start talking.
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Post by Desiree on Aug 1, 2011 18:28:00 GMT
Desiree knew she shouldn’t react to this pitiful woman. What was she going to gain other than a bit of a slagging match between the pair? But she needed to make sure that she knew her place, that she respected those superior to her.
Desiree stops dead in her tracks, the silence becoming a deafening barrier as she shoots a glance toward The Fizz.
“I can assure you that I’m more woman than you’ll ever be!”
Her voice was eerily cool, soft even considering the fact her body prickled with rage. She hated being spoken down to, especially when it was done by someone she deemed ‘lesser’ than herself. She turns back without stepping forward.
“And further more I don’t need someone like you to try and prove me otherwise! I mean, what the hell are you wearing? Did you just roll out the dumpster this morning? Some of us have both class and skill, not that you’d know anything about either of them!”
Desiree leant against the wall that had been hovering just behind her, her almost bare back brushing the smooth, cold tenderness of its touch as she smiled wickedly. She wasn’t going to deny that she was enjoying this. With an arch of her brow, and the crossing of her arms, she looked Fizz up and down, showing nothing but ‘disgust’.
“Also, I don’t need to know much about you. I know enough to see when someone is beneath me. So what if you’re a hall of famer! It just shows the standards of the company if you’re a symbol of its pride.”
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Post by J.Dyer on Aug 2, 2011 15:38:47 GMT
Jamie Dyer: “Desiree. Please, calm yourself.”[/b]
His voice was deep, riddled with authority as he stepped up beside Desiree, his eyes cool and collected as he examined the scene. It was impeccable timing on his part. He knew strongly that Desiree could fend for herself, but did he really want her first day to be tainted by fighting someone as respected as The Fizz? She wouldn’t be a half of Famer for nothing now.
He looked only for a moment as Desiree, his eyes only showing the displeasure in how Desiree had acted. He had hoped for much more, but none the less, it had happened. Looking toward The Fizz, he could only smile; cheeky and seductive he stepped toward her, his head bowed in a gentlemanly manner.
Jamie Dyer: “I can only apologise for my associates manners. I can assure you it won’t be happening again.”[/b]
His hand took hers, softly plucking it from her side as he kissed the soft white knuckles which lay there. All the while, Desiree seething at his actions.
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Post by "Ultra" Jack Cool on Aug 3, 2011 14:59:49 GMT
Jack stands back, watching the play. He then turns to face Desiree.
<^> "Ultra" Jack Cool <^> Who's this guy?[/center]
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