Post by vastrix on Feb 2, 2022 19:00:14 GMT -5
Backstage after her last match, Isabella on Krauss sits in medical. She calmly holds a towel to the side of her head to contain the bleeding. The company Doctor has out a curved needle and thread. He has Isabella lower the towel so that he can begin stitching up the wound inflicted by Jester Lebeau. Isabella grabs the Doctor by the collar and brings him close.
Isabella von Krauss: Keep the stitches small.
Doctor: I shall.
About an hour later, Isabella walks out of medical. A line of stitches from her left temple to down by her ear that extends to the bottom of her jaw.
Isabella von Krauss: Jester Lebeau, I don’t know what the fuck that was about, but if you think that I’mma gonna let this shit slide? You were fucking mistaken. Maybe I visit you during your match coming up and blast you. Maybe you can get fucked.
Isabella storms her way back to the locker room where she is met by Hohoho and Humhumhum. She backhands each of them in turn.
Isabella von Krauss: A heck of a lot of fucking good you mother fuckers did out there! Did you even slow Jester down? No. He cracked you fucking both before he got to me. What the fuck do I fucking pay you mother fuckers for?
The not-twins look at each other and then back to Isabella.
Both: You pay us?
Isabella blinks in confusion for a moment before she smiles.
Isabella von Krauss: Of course I don’t pay you guys. You don’t do shit for me!
Isabella starts walking toward the showers and spins around when she notices the not twins following her.
Isabella von Krauss: The fuck you two ignoramouses doing?
Hohoho: We thought you might need help
Humhumhum: Washing your back.
Isabella von Krauss: Fucking creeps! Stay away from me!
Isabella walks away, but then turns around to notice that the not-twins are just standing there.
Isabella von Krauss: Well?
Hohoho: Well-
Humhumhum: What?
Isabella von Krauss: My back ain’t gonna wash itself! Come on!
The not-twins nearly fall over themselves to get to the showers.
Later, Isabella is seated in the limo with the not-twins on either side of him.
Isabella von Krauss: Trixie Mars. Seems we get another chance at one another after the train wreck that was the last match. I’m going to tear you the fuck down and pin you in the middle of the ring. Then? I’m going to tear that Jester a new asshole.
The not-twins each put a hand on Isabella’s thigh and she smacks them both.
Isabella von Krauss: If I ain’t paying you in cash, I sure the fuck ain’t paying you in sex. Let’s get to the club so I can find me a real man for the night.
Isabella von Krauss: Keep the stitches small.
Doctor: I shall.
About an hour later, Isabella walks out of medical. A line of stitches from her left temple to down by her ear that extends to the bottom of her jaw.
Isabella von Krauss: Jester Lebeau, I don’t know what the fuck that was about, but if you think that I’mma gonna let this shit slide? You were fucking mistaken. Maybe I visit you during your match coming up and blast you. Maybe you can get fucked.
Isabella storms her way back to the locker room where she is met by Hohoho and Humhumhum. She backhands each of them in turn.
Isabella von Krauss: A heck of a lot of fucking good you mother fuckers did out there! Did you even slow Jester down? No. He cracked you fucking both before he got to me. What the fuck do I fucking pay you mother fuckers for?
The not-twins look at each other and then back to Isabella.
Both: You pay us?
Isabella blinks in confusion for a moment before she smiles.
Isabella von Krauss: Of course I don’t pay you guys. You don’t do shit for me!
Isabella starts walking toward the showers and spins around when she notices the not twins following her.
Isabella von Krauss: The fuck you two ignoramouses doing?
Hohoho: We thought you might need help
Humhumhum: Washing your back.
Isabella von Krauss: Fucking creeps! Stay away from me!
Isabella walks away, but then turns around to notice that the not-twins are just standing there.
Isabella von Krauss: Well?
Hohoho: Well-
Humhumhum: What?
Isabella von Krauss: My back ain’t gonna wash itself! Come on!
The not-twins nearly fall over themselves to get to the showers.
Later, Isabella is seated in the limo with the not-twins on either side of him.
Isabella von Krauss: Trixie Mars. Seems we get another chance at one another after the train wreck that was the last match. I’m going to tear you the fuck down and pin you in the middle of the ring. Then? I’m going to tear that Jester a new asshole.
The not-twins each put a hand on Isabella’s thigh and she smacks them both.
Isabella von Krauss: If I ain’t paying you in cash, I sure the fuck ain’t paying you in sex. Let’s get to the club so I can find me a real man for the night.
