Bite my Clit!!
Bite My Clit!!

The Queen of Wrestling

Laura

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2-1-0

Won gold medals in Sydney Olympics, track star at her university Champion

Laura, Janice

Xander Sterling, Urge, WolfDog, Outlaw, Flash

One/1

(After her little tirade yesterday in the "Motor City," one would wonder how Laura will be following up with her next interview. Have no fear wrestling fans, that time to find out is NOW! As our scene for today fades in, it is not in a hustle-and-bustle set-up like it was in Detroit. In fact, this is a rather quiet setting. We are looking straight on at a two-story house, colored brown. It is nothing special, a couple windows on each story in the front of the house, a door towards the right-hand side of it with an attached garage even further to the right. In the driveway of this house is a portable basketball hoop, though no one is taking any shots. This is not really an expensive-appearing house, something that could be purchased with an average income. Just another normal sighting in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Yes, Oshkosh as in the Oshkosh B'Gosh brand. Yes, this is the city where it began (though there are no longer any plants located there). Nonetheless, this specific house we're looking at is the non-school year home of NEW's own Laura. We shoot to the inside of the home and run up the stairs, a nice blue carpeting to look at along the way. Strangely, the place is quiet--of course that could be because Laura's eight little brothers and sisters (8 total NOT 8 of each mind you--haha) are still at school for the day. As we reach the top of the stairs, we can hear a television set going. In fact, this noise is coming from the first room on our right, so let's go there. Upon entering, we are hit with a severe glaze. Glaze from what? Why, it would be the glaze coming from the numerous trophies and championship medals in this room. Scattered about on the bookshelf straight in front of us are trophies reading, but not limited to; "Spelling Bee Champion 1990," "Academic All-Stars Champion 1992," as well as her Olympic Gold Medals from Sydney 2000 and trophies from her high-school track days like four different "All-Area First Team" awards and four "All-American" awards. Okay, so she's a fast little bugger. To the left of the "trophy case" sits a desk with a mirror on the wall right in front of it---yup, this would be the "obligatory" so-called "beauty center" that one would find in a female's bedroom. We don't want to deal with that, though it IS very messy--we want to look to our right. That is where Laura's bed sits, a blue comforter being used currently by Laura's red-headed friend, Janice, to snuggle with. Exposed are white bedsheets that actually are not messed up--Laura made her bed today! Back to Janice, all we can see of her is her head and hair, and again, her hair looks rather tassled/matted/kinda messed up. She is watching the television set that is set-up so as to hang on the right-hand wall of the room in the far corner from the door to the bedroom that we came in from. While there are numerous posters and other stuff on the wall, we only are concerned with the TV. A shut door to the left of this corner tells us there is someone in the adjoining room---heck, I'll spoil it here, it's Laura in the bathroom and NO she IS NOT in there for "business," she's actually drinking in there, but we'll get to that later. As the TV goes, set to ESPNEWS with Michael Kim on the screen we turn to Janice.)

Michael Kim: One fellow veteran teammate said of him "'He should have been out of here yesterday.'" His work ethic and batting approach were disliked by his teammates and coaches. With that said, it should come as no surprise today for Milwaukee Brewers fans to hear that Alex Sanchez, the team's opening day centerfielder who has found himself on the bench, has been traded. (Janice gets a surprised look on her face) The speedy 26-year-old was traded to the Detroit Tigers (Janice grimmaces, feeling sorry for Mr. Sanchez, going from a bad situation to WORSE) this morning in exchange for two minor-leaguers, left-handed pitcher Chad Petty and outfielder Gary "Noochie" Varner.

(Janice begins squirming underneath the comforter and soon pulls out a remote control with her left hand. Oddly, her left arm is bare---but take it easy men--she's NOT naked under that! She clicks off the television set as the bathroom door opens and out steps Laura. We change the angle so we can now see Laura. She stands in the doorway wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of red shorts, red socks and her hair is in a ponytail. We look into her eyes, and they're open and glistening---but something's not there. It's almost like "the lights are on but no one's home." She stares blankly towards Janice, still smiling, who notices she's entered.

Janice: Hey apple, wanna dapple?

Laura: HUUUUH!? (her face scrunches as she wonders what the Hell Janice just meant)

Janice: What's up chickadee?

Laura: (who now has appeared to become a bit more focused) Ever get the feeling no one cares about you? Like they figure you've fallen off the face of the earth?

Janice: It's happened before. But I learn to live with it.

Laura: I can't understand it at all. I do everything I say I'm going to do, yet I get nothing in return. I get a real horsesh*t match for the next BloodZone. What am I doing wrong?

Janice: Being a d*ck to everyone?

Laura: (her face scrunching again as she gets upset) F*ck you. (Janice just sits on the bed, raising her eyebrows, her reaction sort of like she were saying, "I'm trying to help." Laura takes a couple steps towards the bed) Look, you've got to see this from MY point of view. Flash? What the Hell did I do wrong? I get some moron who obviously got lost on his way to a Superhero Convention. What am I supposed to do here? Play the bad guy? That it?

Janice: You are a bit of jerk you know....

Laura: SHUT UP! You personally don't know the difference between a horse and a donkey. A donkey is Flash...because he's an *ss. Really, a superhero? Did I enter a comic book sometime in the last week? Am I worth 5 bucks? Is that what I'm trying to be told? Get a grip and drop dead. Everyone in NEW is stupid. (In a borderline high-pitch whine) GIMME SOME GODDAMN PROPS!! No one around here has done as much as me in as little time. Look around this room. While Flash was still on the drawing board in some artist's attic, I was winning trophies. When Flash was being drawn in his first stories, I was an All-American track star. Considering most artists are suicidal, I'd be willing to bet that Flash's designer killed himself when he the humanized creation that his Flash became. That's an insult to all of humanity. Then the little pest has the gaul to come up to me. What a b*st*rd! I don't want to have to TOUCH him, much less SEE him. Now I have no choice.

Janice: You really get PO'ed when you're drunk, don't you?

Laura: Go to Hell. I'm a superstar and I'm facing someone who appeals to little kids? That is so INSULTING to me. I take that personally. How is NEW planning to make money off this guy anyways? Action figures? Maybe it's own Saturday morning cartoon? Toys and fake weapons? What is this fed thinking? Kids don't have any money. They're as broke as a third-world nation. It's grown-ups, adults, people with jobs, not some 5-year-olds, who have the money to spend on us. THAT'S the market to go after. I thought that's why I was brought in. Now getting a match like this? Either I'm dreaming or NEW fedheads are on some sort of strong coke. I'm right here people! I'M RIGHT HERE!! Use me!! (Laura begins to redden as she heats up in anger.)

PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!

(I don't know about you, but I'm deaf! Geez, that was a high-pitch Laura hit there! Talk about someone trying to make a point)

Laura: I'm getting held down. That's all there is to it. I'm better than this. Flash. I'll throw him in the middle of the ring, pull down my pants, and sh*t on his face. I'd love to cut his balls off if I could too. Just to set an example of how much NEW is missing out on by holding me back. That's a huge monetary mistake and as soon as this fed becomes in a need for money, yeah, you'll see me rise in stature. Sean Cole thinks he's got his pennies saved and invested wisely? He could be making SO MUCH more money with me at the top, but NOOOOOO! He wants to try to push fate. Well I say f*ck him> (Laura sticks out the middle finger of her left hand to the camera for a couple seconds) That's my opinion of what your opinion is of me. Use me right dammit.

Janice: So you're being held back? What do you want?

Laura: I want to face the garbage that IS WolfDog. The trash that IS Urge. The junk that IS Ryan Vierra. The horse's *ss that IS Outlaw.

Janice: Laura, don't---you're drunk, you don't know what you're saying.

Laura: Oh bullsh*t. (Laura then does a sort of cough and you can see her torso sort of "surge" upward as her cheeks puff out---uh-oh. Janice starts removing the comforter, revealing a white half t-shirt and white shorts)

Janice: You okay?

Laura: I'm fine. Sit down. (her eyes bulge out and she has another torso "surge" but recovers quickly, sticking her arms out to "balance" herself. She blinks a couple times and shakes her head before speaking again as Janice goes back under the comforter) Look, I know that people don't think I should deserve what I'm wanting. I'll show them though. I'll wipe out that Flash as quick as a flash from the numerous cameras outside this fed getting a picture of me. Why I have to prove myself against some retarded never-will is beyond me. To see how I handle myself against a living landfill site? Maybe to see what I can do against somebody whom my own DOG could pin? Do they really think I'm as big a moron as Milli Vanilli? I don't fake my way through like WolfDog does. I don't dance way my way around an opponent to avoid getting an "owie" like Urge does. I go straight into a fight. Flash is the equivalent to Milwaukee in this federation. NO potential upside, a core to it that is dirty, disgusting and otherwise putrid. No big buildings, nothing important coming out of yet, and somehow, someway, it's big. You, Flash, are a mere oasis of what I, Laura, am. I had a bad match and got ripped off against "X." I'm still cursing over it and I won't stop. I can, however, still beat you Flash, even with only half my head in the game. Why's that? Because even half of my superior brain is greater than the whole of everyone else in this place. I'm in a situation of where I have to do something only surrounded one-quarter of the way. Flash, child, you're in a spot where everything can go wrong. One wrong move---you're cut. One mistimed step, you're fired. One bad loss---GET OUT! It's not like I'm pissed at you PERSONALLY Flash, but when I'm pissed, you better not be in my way. You saw that during your goofy appearance after my match. You think I was even concerned with you then? And I STILL kicked the crap out of you. How do you expect anything at all to be different at BloodZone? Because you say so and you are determined? That's what my opponents in the prelims thought at the Olympics, and I won the gold medals in my events. I know what I'm doing. I have the right mindset to look in to. You don't. As far as you're concerned, it's a matter of bob 'n weave, escape and attack. You think you out quicken me in the ring? Not a chance! If you think any of your fancy-dandy super "powers" are going to come in to play, I suggest you go back to recess and 3rd grade and play the kids there.

Janice: Were those remarks about WolfDog and them before, were they really necessary?

Laura: Well----ya! They're like a blind man being shot at. They don't see what's coming at them in me, Laura. I will all of them why I am a threat to be reckoned with around here. Taking out Mr. 1980's Cartoon-Man? That will be done within five minutes. After that, whoever wants some can try to get some. I'm ready to raise Hell and if no one wants to take me seriously, they're going to have a nasty surprise. They will suddenly look like sh*t. Yes, it's because they ARE sh*t in the first place, but it'll be mostly because I laid out a lumpin' to them. No one thinks I do a thing around here? All I have to say to them is

BITE MY CLIT!!

(Looks like Laura's as determined as ever, as can be seen by the fact she is now breathing hard and has an intense look on her face. She's even scared Janice to the point that Janice is now leaning back so as not to get hit with any possible wild punches or kicks that Laura may throw. IF any are thrown, though, we'll have to wait till next time to see damage because for now, the scene fades out.)
Laura
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