Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 16:08:28 GMT -5
Segment: “When TK Met Anna” Credit: TK/Anna
[It has been a rough week for Thunderkiss. Losing to his greatest arch nemesis last Saturday and being shot down shortly before hand really hasn’t done wonders for his self esteem. As soon as he stepped in the arena door this morning, he’s been in a bitter mood. Everything he sees, smells and touches reminds him of his recent failures, and unfortunately for the big guy, his friends aren’t going to make matters better for him. As TK opens the door to the Entourage’s own locker room, he is greeted by the following conversation ...]
XS3: You know what I heard Dan?
Dan White: What?
XS3: That our good pal TK, is, are you ready for this?! .... IN LOVE!
[White starts to laugh along with XS3. Thunderkiss slams his bag down onto the floor and opens up the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine that will hopefully help calm his nerves.]
Dan White: Well, someone is starting early today.
Thunderkiss: ......... grow up.
Dan White: Hey, it's not like we've not all done that before...
XS3: Don’t try to deny it. Someone overheard it, and then they told someone, who told someone else and before you know it ... WE ALL KNOW IT!
[Thunderkiss’s blood pressure rises at this news. Sometimes the ACW locker room felt a bit like high school for everyone always knew everyone else’s business. His words and feelings were not for others to know and the fact that he has opened himself up to this pisses him off greatly. He digs deep and regrettably puts forth the following words in an effort to win some of his credibility back with his peers. Each word tugs at his heart more than the last, making him wish he was anywhere else but here.]
Thunderkiss: I was just kidding anyway. I just wanted to use her, and in order to do so, had to say a few nice words.
XS3: Yeah, sure.
Thunderkiss: Do you think I’d really lower myself to a bitch and beg her for her affection?
XS3: Erhm...
[Thunderkiss gives XS3 the “look”, causing XS3 to drop the argument for the sake of not pushing him any further.]
XS3: No.
Thunderkiss: That’s right.
[Awkward is the word the best describes the next few tense seconds as each man is dead silent, hoping neither one of them will say anything more about the issue. Thankfully, and almost on cue, a knock comes from the door, bringing an end to this tenseness.]
Dan White: This better not be one of Gingerdude's bastard assistants. I'm not in the mood to be harrassed THIS early. He could wait until the fecking afternoon at least...
[As Dan finishes his sentence, he opens the locker room door. However, the following sight is such a distraction that he has trouble completing it.]
Dan White: before.. bo .. Botheri-
Anna Sommers: Hi. Entourage dressing room?
[TK’s attention turns towards the door and then he sees her. Her skin, silk. Her hair, fabulous. Her eyes, diamonds. Just a moment ago, his spirit was as down as its ever been in months. But now, his whole attitude does an 180. He almost take’s XS3's head off as he leaps over the Entourage’s couch on his jaunt to the front door.]
XS3: Hey! Watch it big guy!
Thunderkiss: Hello.
[TK shoves Dan out of the way, instinctively moving closer to the beautiful woman before him. Anna eyes the lug coolly. ...]
Anna Sommers: Hi.
[Thunderkiss looks directly into her eyes and smiles, wishing she could look directly into his mind and see what he’s thinking about. Luckily for her, he can’t see what she’s thinking, because if he could, he’d probably back hand her.]
Thunderkiss: Can *I* help you?
Anna Sommers: Chairman Gingerdude wants these forms signed and returned now. And hurry up would you, I have a manicure in twenty minutes.
[TK is taken aback by her bluntness and can only utter the simplest of words ...]
Thunderkiss: What? Look ... who ARE you anyway?!
[Anna suppresses the urge to roll her eyes with difficulty, reflexively clenching her jaw so her words leave in harsh staccato.]
Anna Sommers: Anna Sommers, Ginger's new assistant. Sign, now.
Dan White: Blollocks...I knew it ....
[Anna ignores Dan, tapping her shoe as if emulating the ominous beat of a ticking bomb, ready to explode. Still drinking in the sight of her appearance, TK barely registers what she's saying.]
Anna: Look, are you going to sign these or not? Whatever, just make sure Ginger gets them in an hour.
[She tosses the stack over her shoulder. The thrown papers form a sort of rug for her immaculate shoes to cross. Anna turns to leave.]
Thunderkiss: Hey ... wait.
Anna Sommers: Listen meat head, just get those papers signed and returned, it's not rocket science.
Thunderkiss: It's not about the papers! Look...wannagooutonigh?
[His confidence not up to Thunderkiss standards, he slurs his proposition, mentally kicking himself. Anna merely raises an eyebrow.]
Anna Sommers: Oh I'm sorry, I can't speak autistic. CAN--YOU--PLEASE--REPEAT--THAT--SIR?
She accompanies her mockingly deliberate speech with fake sign language.
Thunderkiss: I said...what are you doing tonight?
[He can hear Entourage snickering in the background, but their joviality pales in comparison to Anna's. She releases a scream of mirth, clutching her sides. TK can feel the heat rising in his cheeks.]
Anna Sommers: Not you, that's for sure.
[He growls, remembering the last time he was rejected so cruelly by a woman. It did not end well. Anna casts the Entourage stable one more snide look before strutting out of their room, her hand on her hip.]
Thunderkiss: God, what a bitch. I’m starting to hate all women, seriously.
~!~SLAM~!~
[TK slams the door behind him as the rest of the ‘Raj strikes up another laugh session at another epic TK fail. Life has a way of kicking you when you’re down, and in TK’s case, in the balls.]
[FADE]
[It has been a rough week for Thunderkiss. Losing to his greatest arch nemesis last Saturday and being shot down shortly before hand really hasn’t done wonders for his self esteem. As soon as he stepped in the arena door this morning, he’s been in a bitter mood. Everything he sees, smells and touches reminds him of his recent failures, and unfortunately for the big guy, his friends aren’t going to make matters better for him. As TK opens the door to the Entourage’s own locker room, he is greeted by the following conversation ...]
XS3: You know what I heard Dan?
Dan White: What?
XS3: That our good pal TK, is, are you ready for this?! .... IN LOVE!
[White starts to laugh along with XS3. Thunderkiss slams his bag down onto the floor and opens up the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine that will hopefully help calm his nerves.]
Dan White: Well, someone is starting early today.
Thunderkiss: ......... grow up.
Dan White: Hey, it's not like we've not all done that before...
XS3: Don’t try to deny it. Someone overheard it, and then they told someone, who told someone else and before you know it ... WE ALL KNOW IT!
[Thunderkiss’s blood pressure rises at this news. Sometimes the ACW locker room felt a bit like high school for everyone always knew everyone else’s business. His words and feelings were not for others to know and the fact that he has opened himself up to this pisses him off greatly. He digs deep and regrettably puts forth the following words in an effort to win some of his credibility back with his peers. Each word tugs at his heart more than the last, making him wish he was anywhere else but here.]
Thunderkiss: I was just kidding anyway. I just wanted to use her, and in order to do so, had to say a few nice words.
XS3: Yeah, sure.
Thunderkiss: Do you think I’d really lower myself to a bitch and beg her for her affection?
XS3: Erhm...
[Thunderkiss gives XS3 the “look”, causing XS3 to drop the argument for the sake of not pushing him any further.]
XS3: No.
Thunderkiss: That’s right.
[Awkward is the word the best describes the next few tense seconds as each man is dead silent, hoping neither one of them will say anything more about the issue. Thankfully, and almost on cue, a knock comes from the door, bringing an end to this tenseness.]
Dan White: This better not be one of Gingerdude's bastard assistants. I'm not in the mood to be harrassed THIS early. He could wait until the fecking afternoon at least...
[As Dan finishes his sentence, he opens the locker room door. However, the following sight is such a distraction that he has trouble completing it.]
Dan White: before.. bo .. Botheri-
Anna Sommers: Hi. Entourage dressing room?
[TK’s attention turns towards the door and then he sees her. Her skin, silk. Her hair, fabulous. Her eyes, diamonds. Just a moment ago, his spirit was as down as its ever been in months. But now, his whole attitude does an 180. He almost take’s XS3's head off as he leaps over the Entourage’s couch on his jaunt to the front door.]
XS3: Hey! Watch it big guy!
Thunderkiss: Hello.
[TK shoves Dan out of the way, instinctively moving closer to the beautiful woman before him. Anna eyes the lug coolly. ...]
Anna Sommers: Hi.
[Thunderkiss looks directly into her eyes and smiles, wishing she could look directly into his mind and see what he’s thinking about. Luckily for her, he can’t see what she’s thinking, because if he could, he’d probably back hand her.]
Thunderkiss: Can *I* help you?
Anna Sommers: Chairman Gingerdude wants these forms signed and returned now. And hurry up would you, I have a manicure in twenty minutes.
[TK is taken aback by her bluntness and can only utter the simplest of words ...]
Thunderkiss: What? Look ... who ARE you anyway?!
[Anna suppresses the urge to roll her eyes with difficulty, reflexively clenching her jaw so her words leave in harsh staccato.]
Anna Sommers: Anna Sommers, Ginger's new assistant. Sign, now.
Dan White: Blollocks...I knew it ....
[Anna ignores Dan, tapping her shoe as if emulating the ominous beat of a ticking bomb, ready to explode. Still drinking in the sight of her appearance, TK barely registers what she's saying.]
Anna: Look, are you going to sign these or not? Whatever, just make sure Ginger gets them in an hour.
[She tosses the stack over her shoulder. The thrown papers form a sort of rug for her immaculate shoes to cross. Anna turns to leave.]
Thunderkiss: Hey ... wait.
Anna Sommers: Listen meat head, just get those papers signed and returned, it's not rocket science.
Thunderkiss: It's not about the papers! Look...wannagooutonigh?
[His confidence not up to Thunderkiss standards, he slurs his proposition, mentally kicking himself. Anna merely raises an eyebrow.]
Anna Sommers: Oh I'm sorry, I can't speak autistic. CAN--YOU--PLEASE--REPEAT--THAT--SIR?
She accompanies her mockingly deliberate speech with fake sign language.
Thunderkiss: I said...what are you doing tonight?
[He can hear Entourage snickering in the background, but their joviality pales in comparison to Anna's. She releases a scream of mirth, clutching her sides. TK can feel the heat rising in his cheeks.]
Anna Sommers: Not you, that's for sure.
[He growls, remembering the last time he was rejected so cruelly by a woman. It did not end well. Anna casts the Entourage stable one more snide look before strutting out of their room, her hand on her hip.]
Thunderkiss: God, what a bitch. I’m starting to hate all women, seriously.
~!~SLAM~!~
[TK slams the door behind him as the rest of the ‘Raj strikes up another laugh session at another epic TK fail. Life has a way of kicking you when you’re down, and in TK’s case, in the balls.]
[FADE]