Mistress Discipline Prepares for the memorial show
Mar 2, 2024 20:06:03 GMT -5
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Mistress Discipline walks into the room and turns toward the door.
Mistress Discipline: I hate memorial shows. I never know what to say or how to act.
Dr. Chaos follows her in and closes the door.
Dr. Chaos: You act like a winner because you are one!
Dr. Chaos smiles big as she points to the CAR Athletic Cup ill fitted to her waist. Mistress Discipline crosses her arm.
Mistress Discipline: I was not involved in that CAR Cup Cup victory. Also, this will not be the time we discuss my recent loss. Moreover, I would prefer this not be the time we discussed my past, past loss.
Dr. Chaos: You have a few more losses between them but I hear you. Team Fornicating with Mongo has some power behind it. But you will go out there and give them a what for!
She punches the air as Death Trap bangs the door open. He enters and startles Dr. Chaos. Mistress steadies her with a hand.
Mistress Discipline: What for? What will I say? What if I say the wrong thing? This is not a time I need to be strong but this is not a time to throw a match either.
Death Trap starts to pace as Dr. Chaos refocuses on Mistress.
Dr. Chaos: Throw the match? Good gracious snakes alive Agnes! That’s not! No!
Mistress Discipline: What statement does it say if we win? Think of the optics! The last thing I want is to have someone misunderstand and respond poorly.
Death Trap growls and continues to pace. Both ladies ignore him.
Dr. Chaos: Misunderstand and respond poorly. Do you mean the wrestlers or their fans?
Mistress Discipline: Either… both. This whole situation is… not something… What if I insult a memory.
Mistress walks to a different door and opens it into an adjoining room. She looks at Death Trap but he is too agitated to notice.
Dr. Chaos: You’re not dancing naked on a grave here. And don’t worry, I arranged a special team outfit. Very subtle.
She pushes Death Trap towards his wife… and the other room.
Mistress Discipline: You are unable to do subtle. And this is serious. Emotions will be running high.
Dr. Chaos nods as she pushes Death Trap towards the door.
Dr. Chaos: Yes and you've met these wrestlers before. Heck, you married one. These people are always saying something that someone else gets offended by. It’s going to happen. It happens on any given show and this one is more... charged. This is how they work through their emotions. We're here to support them and remember those we have worked with in the past. We want to remember the good times.
As he approaches the door, Death Trap turns to both ladies.
Death Trap: Fox! They want me to work with Fox! The man is DEAD!
Mistress pats him on the arm and turns to Dr. Chaos.
Mistress Discipline: I suppose that makes sense.
Dr. Chaos pushes him into the room and Mistress closes the door.
Death Trap: incoherent yodeling.
Dr. Chaos touches her friend's shoulder.
Dr. Chaos: Hey. This is a Call to Arms remix to honor the man who won all three. You had a good showing then and you’ll have a good showing now.
They pointedly ignore the sounds coming from the other room.
Mistress Discipline: But we faced his other teammates at the event. Why not have the Bang Bros?
Dr. Chaos: Because you are more popular! Also, they have prior engagements. But you’re totally popular.
Mistress touches the door, feeling the wood grain under her hand.
Mistress Discipline: We are facing Hype. We have faced him repeatedly with less than winning results.
Dr. Chaos: So let Fox go for him and y’all can aim for the others. You got this. You can do it!
Death Trap: Honey, I need you for a moment.
Mistress Discipline: You need me for more than a moment.
She enters an adjoining room.
Mistress Discipline: How?
Dr. Chaos: Hey! This isn’t one of your couple moments, right? We have limited time before the match. Can you even have a couple moment in less than half an hour? Hey! Can you hear me?
She joins the other room
Death Trap looks up.
Death Trap: This is hardly a time for questions.
Mistress Discipline: I hate memorial shows. I never know what to say or how to act.
Dr. Chaos follows her in and closes the door.
Dr. Chaos: You act like a winner because you are one!
Dr. Chaos smiles big as she points to the CAR Athletic Cup ill fitted to her waist. Mistress Discipline crosses her arm.
Mistress Discipline: I was not involved in that CAR Cup Cup victory. Also, this will not be the time we discuss my recent loss. Moreover, I would prefer this not be the time we discussed my past, past loss.
Dr. Chaos: You have a few more losses between them but I hear you. Team Fornicating with Mongo has some power behind it. But you will go out there and give them a what for!
She punches the air as Death Trap bangs the door open. He enters and startles Dr. Chaos. Mistress steadies her with a hand.
Mistress Discipline: What for? What will I say? What if I say the wrong thing? This is not a time I need to be strong but this is not a time to throw a match either.
Death Trap starts to pace as Dr. Chaos refocuses on Mistress.
Dr. Chaos: Throw the match? Good gracious snakes alive Agnes! That’s not! No!
Mistress Discipline: What statement does it say if we win? Think of the optics! The last thing I want is to have someone misunderstand and respond poorly.
Death Trap growls and continues to pace. Both ladies ignore him.
Dr. Chaos: Misunderstand and respond poorly. Do you mean the wrestlers or their fans?
Mistress Discipline: Either… both. This whole situation is… not something… What if I insult a memory.
Mistress walks to a different door and opens it into an adjoining room. She looks at Death Trap but he is too agitated to notice.
Dr. Chaos: You’re not dancing naked on a grave here. And don’t worry, I arranged a special team outfit. Very subtle.
She pushes Death Trap towards his wife… and the other room.
Mistress Discipline: You are unable to do subtle. And this is serious. Emotions will be running high.
Dr. Chaos nods as she pushes Death Trap towards the door.
Dr. Chaos: Yes and you've met these wrestlers before. Heck, you married one. These people are always saying something that someone else gets offended by. It’s going to happen. It happens on any given show and this one is more... charged. This is how they work through their emotions. We're here to support them and remember those we have worked with in the past. We want to remember the good times.
As he approaches the door, Death Trap turns to both ladies.
Death Trap: Fox! They want me to work with Fox! The man is DEAD!
Mistress pats him on the arm and turns to Dr. Chaos.
Mistress Discipline: I suppose that makes sense.
Dr. Chaos pushes him into the room and Mistress closes the door.
Death Trap: incoherent yodeling.
Dr. Chaos touches her friend's shoulder.
Dr. Chaos: Hey. This is a Call to Arms remix to honor the man who won all three. You had a good showing then and you’ll have a good showing now.
They pointedly ignore the sounds coming from the other room.
Mistress Discipline: But we faced his other teammates at the event. Why not have the Bang Bros?
Dr. Chaos: Because you are more popular! Also, they have prior engagements. But you’re totally popular.
Mistress touches the door, feeling the wood grain under her hand.
Mistress Discipline: We are facing Hype. We have faced him repeatedly with less than winning results.
Dr. Chaos: So let Fox go for him and y’all can aim for the others. You got this. You can do it!
Death Trap: Honey, I need you for a moment.
Mistress Discipline: You need me for more than a moment.
She enters an adjoining room.
Mistress Discipline: How?
Dr. Chaos: Hey! This isn’t one of your couple moments, right? We have limited time before the match. Can you even have a couple moment in less than half an hour? Hey! Can you hear me?
She joins the other room
Death Trap looks up.
Death Trap: This is hardly a time for questions.
