Post by Eden Morgan on Feb 6, 2013 0:21:59 GMT -5
A few days ago…
“Come on, you’re not pushing yourself, do you think these guys are going to take it easy on you and wait on you hand and foot like the spoiled little brat you are?! Let’s move it!”
Jezebel yells from outside the practice ring as Malise and Eden go at it on the inside, Eden barely putting up a fight, obviously tired. As Malise goes for a nasty looking roundhouse kick, Eden somehow exhibits perfect timing and falls flat on her back in a show of exhaustion and stays there, her eyes wide as she realizes what almost happened.
“Are you trying to kill me?!?” she props up on her elbows and glares at Malise, her bright blue eyes narrowed at the blonde standing over her.
Jezebel pulls herself into the ring and nudges Eden with her boot.
“Get off your ass and move it! This isn’t nap time. Do you think whoever you have your first match with is going to let you lay down and catch your breath, give you a--”
“Ohmygod shut up!!” Eden yells, her voice rising with each word as she slaps her hands over her ears and rolls back and forth, clenching her eyes closed.
“I get it, I’m just tired, let me have a rest, Hitler!”
Malise giggles and she receives another glare, this time from Jezebel. Mal shrugs her shoulders, her attention snapping back to Eden who has moved from her sprawling position on the mat and is now crawling over to one of the ring posts to lounge against it and the ropes. She cocks her head to the side as if a thought had just occurred to her.
“You must be the wanted child.”
Eden grips the top of the post and the ropes with her thighs, hooking her feet against the lower and falling backward, hanging upside down and watching Jez and Malise. Her face and Jez’s show their confusion.
“What?” They ask almost simultaneously. Malise considers the upside down girl for a moment before bending at the waist and turning her head at an awkward angle to watch her.
“Well your mama named you Eden. Like the Garden of Eden-”
Eden snickers. “Thanks, I’ve NEVER heard THAT joke before.”
“- and then there’s Salem. Nothing nice or pleasant about that. You were wanted.” Malise continues on through Eden’s remark and then frowns as Eden bursts into laughter, falling from her perch and landing in an unceremonious heap.
“You think his real name is Salem?!?! A real blonde, right? His name’s not Salem, it’s Cy-” her words were suddenly cut off as Jezebel quickly moved across the ring to clap a hand over Eden’s mouth with a glare.
“Don’t. Invoke. Him.”
Eden rolls her eyes at the redhead feeding her mental death rays and nods. Jezebel removes her hand.
“That’s enough of a break. Let’s get it done. Eden, this is for you and if you don’t like it or want to quit, you just let me know. I’ll be happy to take my ass back home and not deal with this unnecessary shit which has all the potential of causing a lot of unpleasantness in my life. I don’t HAVE to be here, Edie! So get off your ass if you really want this and let’s work on this finisher! If you don’t have a finisher, you don’t have a way to end the match. NOW MOVE!”
Eden springs up and dusts imaginary dirt from her clothes, mouthing “Language” in a long drawn out way at Jez’s retreating back. She looks over at Malise and sighs tiredly, her shoulders sagging and back aching, but still ready to work it out.
“Let’s do this!”
Eden runs at Malise and just as she reaches her and Malise throws out an arm for a clothesline, her ankle turns and she starts to fall, reaching out for Malise to stop her. Jezebel face palms, but peeks through her fingers and then drops her hand, her mouth hanging open as Eden falls backward, her hands wrapped around the Malise’s wrist, pulling her down also, crashing Malise’s face into her foot as it flies up. Malise drops backward, a dazed expression on her face as Eden falls to the matt on her back.
“Owwwww….” Eden groans and rolls over into a pushup position.
“I’ll do better, Jez, I promise.”
“HOLY FUCK THAT WAS AWESOME!” Jezebel rushes into the ring and helps Eden up and then looks over at Malise whose eyes are closed. Jez nudges Malise with her boot and when there’s no movement, she bends to check her pulse.
“Knocked out cold. I’ve never seen Malise get knocked out before.” Jezebel stands up, looking over at Eden, impressed.
“I think we just found your finisher. Some tweaking and it’ll be perfect.” She crosses her arms over her waist and stands beside Eden looking down at Malise with a satisfied grin on her face. Eden looks giddy for a moment and then the grin fades.
“Uh, right. How pissed is she gonna be?”
The grin fades from Jezebel’s face and she winces.
“We should probably go.” Jezebel starts to back out of the ring.
Eden wastes no time following suit.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
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Present
“JEZ!!! Jez, Jez, Jez, Jez, Jez, JEZZZZZZ!!! I’VE GOT A MATCH!!”
Eden comes bouncing in laughing hysterically and grinning, shaking with giddiness and waving a paper in Jezebel’s face as she reclines on the couch in their hotel room drinking a beer. Jezebel reaches up and snatches the paper out of Eden’s hand, fixing her with a look of annoyance that goes unheeded as she pulls it back and reads.
“Who the fuck is Mark Riznak?”
Eden squeals in answer and hops up and down before dropping into a crouch and busting out some really cliché karate moves complete with sound effects.
“I don’t know and I don’t care but I’m gonna kick buttookus!”
Jez lowers the paper to look at her.
“Buttookus?”
Eden nods seriously and says the contested word in a lower voice, as if that lends it more credence. “Buttookus.”
Jez shakes her head and sighs and studies the released card, scanning the names, pausing for a moment when she sees Jet’s name.
“You might want to see if anything’s been said about the match yet,” she yells to Eden over her sound effects. Eden gives a whoop and bounces up again.
“Way ahead of you!” and she launches over the back of the couch, running for the laptop.
“Where the hell is that energy when you’re training?!”
Eden sticks her head past the door frame so she’s looking at Jezebel from the side.
“Oh you know… around.” She ducks back in the other room before Jez can reply and the sound of keys clicking fill the silence. Jezebel goes back to nursing her beer and musing over some of the things she’s learned over the past weeks. Things about Jet and things that have changed in UGWC since she’s been gone. Things that made her consider changing her mind about…
Her thoughts are interrupted by a shriek of dismay, “HE’S WITH JET!” and then a howl of delight, “OHMYGOD IT’S SO CUTE HE WROTE ME A SONG!”
Jezebel pauses, a bewildered expression on her face and then turns the bottle up, draining it before getting off the couch and walking into the next room.
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
Eden is sitting at the desk in front of a laptop, pointing at the screen.
“He’s one of Jet’s guys and he wrote me a song!”
Jezebel looks down at her and shakes her head. “You know, sadly enough I can almost hear the heart with the less than 3 thing at the end of that statement. It hurts my brain.”
Eden pretends not to hear her.
“I wonder if he’s cute. OHHH! We could be the next you and Salem!”
Jezebel rolls her eyes.
“No, you couldn’t. Beat his ass, take the purse, and move on to the next. Get your head out of the clouds. And that’s hardly a love song, dear. Also, did you forget, he’s with Jet? This could be an attempt to lull you into a false sense of security.” Jezebel whacks Eden in the back of the head.
“Wake. The. Fuck. Up. It’s starting to get real and if you don’t want to lose your first match, you better get it together.”
“Fudgemonkeys!” Eden lets out her favorite non-curse word, rubbing the back of her head and glaring at Jez.
“I was just kidding, jeez. No worries. Loverboy’s gonna get his buttookus handed to him by a totally awesome chick that rhymes with “beaten.”
Jezebel looks down at her and shakes her head before walking off, leaving Eden to practice her badass karate skills in front of the laptop.
“Why do I even bother?”
“Come on, you’re not pushing yourself, do you think these guys are going to take it easy on you and wait on you hand and foot like the spoiled little brat you are?! Let’s move it!”
Jezebel yells from outside the practice ring as Malise and Eden go at it on the inside, Eden barely putting up a fight, obviously tired. As Malise goes for a nasty looking roundhouse kick, Eden somehow exhibits perfect timing and falls flat on her back in a show of exhaustion and stays there, her eyes wide as she realizes what almost happened.
“Are you trying to kill me?!?” she props up on her elbows and glares at Malise, her bright blue eyes narrowed at the blonde standing over her.
Jezebel pulls herself into the ring and nudges Eden with her boot.
“Get off your ass and move it! This isn’t nap time. Do you think whoever you have your first match with is going to let you lay down and catch your breath, give you a--”
“Ohmygod shut up!!” Eden yells, her voice rising with each word as she slaps her hands over her ears and rolls back and forth, clenching her eyes closed.
“I get it, I’m just tired, let me have a rest, Hitler!”
Malise giggles and she receives another glare, this time from Jezebel. Mal shrugs her shoulders, her attention snapping back to Eden who has moved from her sprawling position on the mat and is now crawling over to one of the ring posts to lounge against it and the ropes. She cocks her head to the side as if a thought had just occurred to her.
“You must be the wanted child.”
Eden grips the top of the post and the ropes with her thighs, hooking her feet against the lower and falling backward, hanging upside down and watching Jez and Malise. Her face and Jez’s show their confusion.
“What?” They ask almost simultaneously. Malise considers the upside down girl for a moment before bending at the waist and turning her head at an awkward angle to watch her.
“Well your mama named you Eden. Like the Garden of Eden-”
Eden snickers. “Thanks, I’ve NEVER heard THAT joke before.”
“- and then there’s Salem. Nothing nice or pleasant about that. You were wanted.” Malise continues on through Eden’s remark and then frowns as Eden bursts into laughter, falling from her perch and landing in an unceremonious heap.
“You think his real name is Salem?!?! A real blonde, right? His name’s not Salem, it’s Cy-” her words were suddenly cut off as Jezebel quickly moved across the ring to clap a hand over Eden’s mouth with a glare.
“Don’t. Invoke. Him.”
Eden rolls her eyes at the redhead feeding her mental death rays and nods. Jezebel removes her hand.
“That’s enough of a break. Let’s get it done. Eden, this is for you and if you don’t like it or want to quit, you just let me know. I’ll be happy to take my ass back home and not deal with this unnecessary shit which has all the potential of causing a lot of unpleasantness in my life. I don’t HAVE to be here, Edie! So get off your ass if you really want this and let’s work on this finisher! If you don’t have a finisher, you don’t have a way to end the match. NOW MOVE!”
Eden springs up and dusts imaginary dirt from her clothes, mouthing “Language” in a long drawn out way at Jez’s retreating back. She looks over at Malise and sighs tiredly, her shoulders sagging and back aching, but still ready to work it out.
“Let’s do this!”
Eden runs at Malise and just as she reaches her and Malise throws out an arm for a clothesline, her ankle turns and she starts to fall, reaching out for Malise to stop her. Jezebel face palms, but peeks through her fingers and then drops her hand, her mouth hanging open as Eden falls backward, her hands wrapped around the Malise’s wrist, pulling her down also, crashing Malise’s face into her foot as it flies up. Malise drops backward, a dazed expression on her face as Eden falls to the matt on her back.
“Owwwww….” Eden groans and rolls over into a pushup position.
“I’ll do better, Jez, I promise.”
“HOLY FUCK THAT WAS AWESOME!” Jezebel rushes into the ring and helps Eden up and then looks over at Malise whose eyes are closed. Jez nudges Malise with her boot and when there’s no movement, she bends to check her pulse.
“Knocked out cold. I’ve never seen Malise get knocked out before.” Jezebel stands up, looking over at Eden, impressed.
“I think we just found your finisher. Some tweaking and it’ll be perfect.” She crosses her arms over her waist and stands beside Eden looking down at Malise with a satisfied grin on her face. Eden looks giddy for a moment and then the grin fades.
“Uh, right. How pissed is she gonna be?”
The grin fades from Jezebel’s face and she winces.
“We should probably go.” Jezebel starts to back out of the ring.
Eden wastes no time following suit.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
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Present
“JEZ!!! Jez, Jez, Jez, Jez, Jez, JEZZZZZZ!!! I’VE GOT A MATCH!!”
Eden comes bouncing in laughing hysterically and grinning, shaking with giddiness and waving a paper in Jezebel’s face as she reclines on the couch in their hotel room drinking a beer. Jezebel reaches up and snatches the paper out of Eden’s hand, fixing her with a look of annoyance that goes unheeded as she pulls it back and reads.
“Who the fuck is Mark Riznak?”
Eden squeals in answer and hops up and down before dropping into a crouch and busting out some really cliché karate moves complete with sound effects.
“I don’t know and I don’t care but I’m gonna kick buttookus!”
Jez lowers the paper to look at her.
“Buttookus?”
Eden nods seriously and says the contested word in a lower voice, as if that lends it more credence. “Buttookus.”
Jez shakes her head and sighs and studies the released card, scanning the names, pausing for a moment when she sees Jet’s name.
“You might want to see if anything’s been said about the match yet,” she yells to Eden over her sound effects. Eden gives a whoop and bounces up again.
“Way ahead of you!” and she launches over the back of the couch, running for the laptop.
“Where the hell is that energy when you’re training?!”
Eden sticks her head past the door frame so she’s looking at Jezebel from the side.
“Oh you know… around.” She ducks back in the other room before Jez can reply and the sound of keys clicking fill the silence. Jezebel goes back to nursing her beer and musing over some of the things she’s learned over the past weeks. Things about Jet and things that have changed in UGWC since she’s been gone. Things that made her consider changing her mind about…
Her thoughts are interrupted by a shriek of dismay, “HE’S WITH JET!” and then a howl of delight, “OHMYGOD IT’S SO CUTE HE WROTE ME A SONG!”
Jezebel pauses, a bewildered expression on her face and then turns the bottle up, draining it before getting off the couch and walking into the next room.
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
Eden is sitting at the desk in front of a laptop, pointing at the screen.
“He’s one of Jet’s guys and he wrote me a song!”
Jezebel looks down at her and shakes her head. “You know, sadly enough I can almost hear the heart with the less than 3 thing at the end of that statement. It hurts my brain.”
Eden pretends not to hear her.
“I wonder if he’s cute. OHHH! We could be the next you and Salem!”
Jezebel rolls her eyes.
“No, you couldn’t. Beat his ass, take the purse, and move on to the next. Get your head out of the clouds. And that’s hardly a love song, dear. Also, did you forget, he’s with Jet? This could be an attempt to lull you into a false sense of security.” Jezebel whacks Eden in the back of the head.
“Wake. The. Fuck. Up. It’s starting to get real and if you don’t want to lose your first match, you better get it together.”
“Fudgemonkeys!” Eden lets out her favorite non-curse word, rubbing the back of her head and glaring at Jez.
“I was just kidding, jeez. No worries. Loverboy’s gonna get his buttookus handed to him by a totally awesome chick that rhymes with “beaten.”
Jezebel looks down at her and shakes her head before walking off, leaving Eden to practice her badass karate skills in front of the laptop.
“Why do I even bother?”