Bite my Clit!!
Bite My Clit!!

The Queen of Wrestling

Laura

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

Janice, Laura

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(We fade in, but not to a usual, hustle and bustle, action-packed sort of scene. Heck, not even one that could qualify for some sort of serenity-induced peaceful nature sort of thing. Instead, we get faced with is------a red carpet. How exciting, huh? All we can see is this red carpeting--though from what seems like is behind us, we can hear a door shut. Suddenly onto the carpet right in the center of our perspective come a pair of feet, in what look like low-cut Reeboks. This looks like we're viewing from someone's point-of-view, but who's and where we are, are unknown. After two steps we see an empty green bottle that looks like it used to hold wine. With a few more steps we see a second bottle, just like the first one. Both wine bottles have their tops off and are lying on their sides. As our perspective begins to go the left, we see a wall that is coming to an end, as if we were in some sort of small entrance corridor. Suddenly a voice rings out.)

Female Voice: OH SH*T!!

(Suddenly, our camera angle shifts, so we now can see what's going on. The person we were following along with would be Janice, friend of NEW's Laura. Her red hair flows freely from her head as she wears jean shorts and a Minnesota Vikings t-shirt. She stares in horror at what lies on the bed in front of her in the bedroom we are in. What's she looking at? It's Laura. Laura is lying on her bed, a purple blanket underneath her outstretched body as she lays passed out....best case scenario. I say best case scenario because next to her body, attired in a red top, black skirt and black thong sandals, lay two more wine bottles as seen before as well as, just out of her reach now, a bottle of pills! She's either dead or out cold, folks. Her head is tilted so her face is pointed to the right. Luckily, she starts coughing showing us she's alive, but then begins to have trouble. Janice rushes over to her friend.)

Janice: Laura! Laura, you okay??

(After no response, just gagging really, Janice places her friend face down, Laura's head now over the side of the bed. Then comes the icky part. Our view changes so we are now behind the two women as Laura begins vomiting on the floor. We Janice shaking her head during this. After a couple of coughs, Laura is finished throwing up as Janice moves her so that she is face down on the bed, gently turning Laura's head to the left side. Laura is still passed out though, as evidenced by her closed eyes. We change our view to get a close-in of Janice, who now is starting to cry. She quickly gets up and rushes over to a phone, on a desk just across the room from the bed. She picks it up and dials.)

Janice: (in a fit of terror and tears, she starts stuttering and rambling into the phone as it's answered, though we can't hear the other end of the call) Oh God, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod---M-M-M-Michelle....Laura....she---she t-t-tried killing herself.......I don't know! B-b-b-bottle of pills in one h-h-hand, wine bottles all o-o-over. (she starts to bust out into a full bawl).....I don't know! She's lying here.....I don't want to lose my friend---HELP!!......She was like this when I got here......c-c-c-couple minutes a-a-ago....okay---thanks. (She hangs up the phone and sits on the end of the bed and starts crying as she talks to herself) What are you doing, Laura? Why? What went wrong??? (She turns her head around to look at her friend, causing her to cry even more) I can't lose my friend! Please, Laura, please!! (she crawls to Laura's side and begins shaking her gently to awaken Laura, but it doesn't work, so Janice can only put her head on Laura's shoulder and start crying more) You have GOT TO wake up, honey! You are so great---you can't go like this---not this way! You're better than to take your own life! (within a moment or two of this, sirens in the background can be heard, and in seconds, the door to the room opens and as EMTs enter the room, carrying a stretcher and all that other EMT stuff)

EMT 1: We got a 911 call for this location. What's going on here?

(Janice rushes to the man and starts explaining, hysterical all the time, what happened)

Janice: My friend----I found----just got home....she was out on the bed, wine bottles all over, pills in her hand......she's my friend, you can't let her die! HELP! HELP!! Too young---too young---so much smarts, so great a person---can't die, can't die!! (she starts bouncing around, her emotions of possibly losing her best friend getting the best of her. The EMT goes to Laura as a second tries to settle down Janice.)

EMT 2: Take it easy ma'am...your friend is with us now. She's going to be okay. You have to settle down. Come with me---(to the other EMT, finishing checking up on Laura's vital signs and now putting her on the stretcher and hooking her up to vital fluids)--Bill, let's go---we have no time to lose.

(The first EMT finishes hooking up Laura and carries her out on the stretcher, holding the head end and bag of fluids, as the second one holds the foot end of the stretcher as Janice follows them out of the room. Our scene quickly fades out and then back in, as we are now in a waiting room at the hospital. It is hours later, and Janice is sitting, actually lying in the fetal position, on a small black couch, scared to death what's going to happen to her friend. Soon, a doctor, in scrubs, comes out through a door from the doctor's area.)

Doctor: Janice?

(Janice lifts her head and sits up straight, shivering now, knowing news on Laura's survival is about to come from the doctor's mouth. The doctor goes to Janice and kneels down in front of her, putting one of his hands on one of hers in an attempt to ease her.)

Doctor: Your friend is okay. She's in critical condition now, and depending on how she takes to what we did, she could go home as early as tomorrow night. These next few hours will be telling.

Janice: What d-d-did you do?

Doctor: We had to pump her stomach. She had a severe mixing of pills and alcohol in her. In fact, we lost her twice during the procedure...(Janice gets a horrified look)...but she's okay now. She's in a room, lying in bed, aware of what's going on. She seems tough enough to pull through this.

Janice: Can I see her? Is it too early for that? Because I would like to see her.

Doctor: Because you are so close to her, yes, we will allow you to go and visit her. This will be good for you, I think, so it will let you know how Laura is doing for yourself and help put your worrying at ease. I know this was a scary situation, but you have to believe me when I say she should be able to pull through with no problems.

(Janice nods and carefully gets up, swinging a black purse over her right shoulder. She wipes away any tears that may be left in her eyes and follows the doctor towards the room area. The scene again fades out and then right back in. We now are in Laura's room, looking right at Laura. She is in a hospital bed, of course, underneath her light blue blankets. Her arms are on top of the blankets, her head resting on a pillow. Her eyes are open, taking in what's on the television in her room. She is hooked up and wired to multiple monitors and fluid bags, various needles stuck in the veins of both her hands as well as her hospital bracelet on her right wrist. The door to the room pops open and we see Janice enter, the doctor letting her in and then closing the door after having a word with her, in order for the two friends to be alone. Janice rushes to Laura and starts tearing up again, relieved her friend is, in fact, okay.)

Janice: Thank God you're all right, Laura! I don't what I'd have done if my lost my angel. What were you thinking though? I was scared to death when I saw you and the state you were in! What's wrong?

Laura: Oh, shut up, Janice.

(Laura grimmaces as she moves her right hand to the remote for the television and starts clicking. After a couple clicks, Janice takes control, trying to make things easier on Laura. She clicks until she comes across some wrestling action)

Janice: (attempting to lighten the mood) Hey! Wrestling! That'll cheer you up! (getting more serious with her voice, back to inquiring at Laura) Tell me though, LauRoo, what were you THINKING!? What would cause you to try killing yourself?

(Laura continues watching the television, then gives a look frustration at the set and quietly mouths the word "F*ck" as well as a couple other profanities. Janice looks up at the screen again and sees Laura being pinned by Darkfalls from the last BloodZone)

Janice: Oh.....that. (Janice turns the set off and looks back at Laura, who still is looking at the set, though it is a black screen now.) So what, you lost----big deal. (Laura continues to stare at the set, getting more angry with each passing second. Janice notices and gets upset herself and takes Laura's head and quickly turns it towards herself) WILL YOU LOOK AT ME!? Dammit, what's wrong with you?

Laura: I lost----AGAIN! For four weeks, FOUR TIMES IN A ROW, I've LOST! That's not me. I don't do that. I'm Laura. I win. I go on winning streaks, not losing streaks. I've NEVER lost four times in a row! (her heart rate and blood pressure meters start rising now) You think I enjoy this!?

Janice: So you're going to KILL YOURSELF over it!!??

Laura: (Laura's eyes bulge out as she nods her head forward, asserting her answer) YES!!

Janice: You tried killing yourself because you can't win a wrestling match. That's really pathetic.

Laura: I'm PERFECT! I don't lose like this---I am the epitome of what being great is all about....

Janice: DAMMIT LAURA, SHUT UP!! All you do is go on and on over you're this and you're that! GET OVER IT GIRL!! I've put up with this sh*t for three years now. Yes, you were awesome, you DID get the job done, but now you're showing you're human. So you can't win a goddammed match. BIG DEAL! I'm sick of this perfection schtick of yours. My teams in basketball lose numerous times, you don't see me b*tching like a kid over it!

Laura: That's because you're not me. You never were CLOSE to perfect. Good at basketball, yes, but you don't have everything it takes in your head to be able to utilize all those skills to win all the time like I do.

Janice: AND YOU DO!!?? (thrusts her hands out as if to say, "Look at the results") You're not a whole heck of a lot better. Explain to me why you CAN'T win. Yes, you didn't care much about your two title matches, you're more worried about moving up in status than middling with lower titles. That's fine. But you still can't win.

Laura: I was in the "Final Five" of that battle royale a couple weeks ago!

Janice: Wonderful! Use that momentum then and quit being a whiny little brat! (Laura's monitors begin to lower, as she feels belittled at being b*tched out at by, of all people, Janice) You're proving you ARE good, but you talk like you're everything that God made great. KNOCK IT OFF!! You're a star athlete, you have a brain 99% of the Earth's population would kill for, that's great.....but quit rubbing it in our faces before each match of yours. You want to kill Sean Cole? Good. You want to remind us all that you get 4.0's? Bad. Be a b*tch if you want, but stop with the repition. Wanna know why you lose? It's because you've lost what you once had. You used to be aware of the intangibles. You used to be scared of what COULD happen. You were alert, now you're full of yourself and don't watch your step. You get eaten alive out there now kid! Do you have a match this week?

Laura: I don't know....

(Janice turns on the television set and quickly flips to what channel had on the BloodZone highlights from earlier. Just as she gets there, she gets to a commercial for Supremecy)

TV: Jo Lallo takes on Matt Michaels, the Founding Brother, for the Ego Title; for the Killer Title, champion Ty Dhomie takes on X-Con; Killer Instinct looks to take out Laura in the NEW THUNDERDOME---- (Janice turns the television off)

Janice: You DO have a match. Good luck.

Laura: What in the hell is a Thunderdome?

Janice: You tell me and we'll both know. You may be on a cold streak, but you ARE moving up in this federation. Killer Instinct in a special match on a pay-per-view?? That's progress kid.

Laura: Well, yeah, but....

Janice: But what?

Laura: I still can't win.

Janice: So figure out a way to win. You have before. I'm sure you will again.

Laura: I'm in the middle of a hospital right now. It's not exactly the best place to come up with a winning plan.

Janice: So don't think about that here! Get through the night, get discharged tomorrow evening, and once we're back home, THEN think about planning for a victory. As for now, I know you're alive, and you've had quite a day. I'VE had a Hell of a day, so I'm going now. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Just remember what I said. You're a mere image of what you once were. Go back to what you used to do in the ring, you'll be fine.

(As Laura nods in agreement as she closes her eyes, Janice heads for the door and leaves. As Laura lies in her bed, she softly and slowly shakes her head from side to side. The sounds of her monitors beeping are the last things we hear as the scene fades.)
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