Post by nick on Mar 16, 2022 9:33:48 GMT -5
Larry: Hey, Summer, a parcel just arrived for you. You order something neat and not tell me?
(Larry wanders in with a large, rectangular box. Whilst large, it’s evidently light. As she carries it with no difficulty. She sets in on the sofa and waits for Summer. Summer exits the bathroom, having applied her make up and arranged her now blonde hair into a French plait.)
Summer: No, I’ve not ordered anything since the I got those incense sticks.
Larry: Oh, well then, get to opening this Bad Boy and let’s see what’s inside.
(Summer grabs a knife and carefully breaks the seals to open the box. From within she pulls out an invoice which contains a message.
:::Referee Outfit. To be worn when officiating the Elemental Shield:::
:::From the office of Madam Wu:::
Larry: Hey that’s pretty cool. At least you won’t have to wear those awful, shapeless striped shirts. I bet it’s some hot pants and cropped top – you know, to show off that ass and those killer abs.
Summer: Could be. There’s plenty of striped black and white.
(Summer first pulls out a pair of boots. There’s no way she could fight in those, equipped as they are with ludicrously tall spike heels. The thigh boots are made of a glossy plastic and have alternating black and white vertical bands.)
Summer: Really? How am I supposed to move around the ring in heels like those? And more importantly – why and I excluded from the competition?
Larry: I think Wu muttered something about giving you time to recover.
Summer: It’s still not fair. I could have totally recovered by then; especially with the crystal healing sessions.
Larry: Hold on, there’s more.
(Larry holds up a small garment that she stretches out. All that does is highlight just how little material there is.)
Larry: Hmm, It’s like a bikini, only smaller.
Summer: A LOT smaller. Is that even going to actually cover ANYTHING? Oh, why am I even asking. I’m not wearing THAT. I’ll get a striped tee shirt. That’ll do the job far better.
(Larry replaces the bikini and micro thong back in the box and in doing so finds another piece of paper.
:::Miss Pyke,
You clearly take delight in flaunting your body. I am generously gifting you this opportunity to do so for a whole night. Your spat with Mr Berg was mildly entertaining and has at least injected some fire and personality into him. It’s a pity the same cannot be said of you. I require more and you will deliver more. You will wear the outfit supplied OR be barred from competing for ANY gold until such time as you do. This is NOT negotiable.
Furthermore, unlike Mr Edwards, you are actually a professional wrestler. Therefore I see no reason to sanction anyone that strikes you during the match.
You will issue NO OFFICIAL WARNINGS.
Anything goes.
You are there to count to three.
You are there to confirm submissions.
Competitors CAN be counted out where applicable. Of course you might get punched in the mouth – which would most certainly stop that count.
I trust all that is perfectly clear.
Madam Wu:::
Larry: Damn. You can bet THAT wouldn’t happen if Anderson was still in charge.
Summer: I know, but that’s no consolation at all. What the hell did I do that earned me this crap?
Larry: Seriously? You have to ask?
Summer: What?
Larry: Summer, you’re like WAY prettier than Madam Wu. She’s totally jealous of you. That’s what all this is about, I guarantee it.
Summer: Damn. I guess, I’ll just have to treat it like a match. Albeit that’s going to be real difficult in those heels.
Larry: Well, you’re dancer. If anyone can pull it off it’s you and let’s face facts – you’ve worn less.
Summer: I guess, but not in this context. Ugh. I figured I’d been screwed, I just totally underestimated how much.
Larry: Look on the bright side – you ARE the referee and there’s nothing stopping you using that authority. So, if anyone is stupid enough to hit you, you just count super fast when they get their ass pinned.
Summer: That doesn’t seem very fair.
Larry: And getting hit is?
Summer: You make a good point.
Larry: Be careful – so does Wu.
Summer: Yes, I can see that.
Larry: And so will everyone when you wear THAT outfit.
(Alternating black and white stripes descend to fill the screen.)
FIN.
(Larry wanders in with a large, rectangular box. Whilst large, it’s evidently light. As she carries it with no difficulty. She sets in on the sofa and waits for Summer. Summer exits the bathroom, having applied her make up and arranged her now blonde hair into a French plait.)
Summer: No, I’ve not ordered anything since the I got those incense sticks.
Larry: Oh, well then, get to opening this Bad Boy and let’s see what’s inside.
(Summer grabs a knife and carefully breaks the seals to open the box. From within she pulls out an invoice which contains a message.
:::Referee Outfit. To be worn when officiating the Elemental Shield:::
:::From the office of Madam Wu:::
Larry: Hey that’s pretty cool. At least you won’t have to wear those awful, shapeless striped shirts. I bet it’s some hot pants and cropped top – you know, to show off that ass and those killer abs.
Summer: Could be. There’s plenty of striped black and white.
(Summer first pulls out a pair of boots. There’s no way she could fight in those, equipped as they are with ludicrously tall spike heels. The thigh boots are made of a glossy plastic and have alternating black and white vertical bands.)
Summer: Really? How am I supposed to move around the ring in heels like those? And more importantly – why and I excluded from the competition?
Larry: I think Wu muttered something about giving you time to recover.
Summer: It’s still not fair. I could have totally recovered by then; especially with the crystal healing sessions.
Larry: Hold on, there’s more.
(Larry holds up a small garment that she stretches out. All that does is highlight just how little material there is.)
Larry: Hmm, It’s like a bikini, only smaller.
Summer: A LOT smaller. Is that even going to actually cover ANYTHING? Oh, why am I even asking. I’m not wearing THAT. I’ll get a striped tee shirt. That’ll do the job far better.
(Larry replaces the bikini and micro thong back in the box and in doing so finds another piece of paper.
:::Miss Pyke,
You clearly take delight in flaunting your body. I am generously gifting you this opportunity to do so for a whole night. Your spat with Mr Berg was mildly entertaining and has at least injected some fire and personality into him. It’s a pity the same cannot be said of you. I require more and you will deliver more. You will wear the outfit supplied OR be barred from competing for ANY gold until such time as you do. This is NOT negotiable.
Furthermore, unlike Mr Edwards, you are actually a professional wrestler. Therefore I see no reason to sanction anyone that strikes you during the match.
You will issue NO OFFICIAL WARNINGS.
Anything goes.
You are there to count to three.
You are there to confirm submissions.
Competitors CAN be counted out where applicable. Of course you might get punched in the mouth – which would most certainly stop that count.
I trust all that is perfectly clear.
Madam Wu:::
Larry: Damn. You can bet THAT wouldn’t happen if Anderson was still in charge.
Summer: I know, but that’s no consolation at all. What the hell did I do that earned me this crap?
Larry: Seriously? You have to ask?
Summer: What?
Larry: Summer, you’re like WAY prettier than Madam Wu. She’s totally jealous of you. That’s what all this is about, I guarantee it.
Summer: Damn. I guess, I’ll just have to treat it like a match. Albeit that’s going to be real difficult in those heels.
Larry: Well, you’re dancer. If anyone can pull it off it’s you and let’s face facts – you’ve worn less.
Summer: I guess, but not in this context. Ugh. I figured I’d been screwed, I just totally underestimated how much.
Larry: Look on the bright side – you ARE the referee and there’s nothing stopping you using that authority. So, if anyone is stupid enough to hit you, you just count super fast when they get their ass pinned.
Summer: That doesn’t seem very fair.
Larry: And getting hit is?
Summer: You make a good point.
Larry: Be careful – so does Wu.
Summer: Yes, I can see that.
Larry: And so will everyone when you wear THAT outfit.
(Alternating black and white stripes descend to fill the screen.)
FIN.