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| − | + | The camera pans back to the hallway just outside the LONE locker room as The Gucci Gals, appeared to be both bored and annoyed as Linda Edwards walks into view.<br> | |
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| + | Miss Gucci: Alright, let's get this over with.<br> | ||
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| + | Linda Edwards: Umm... the two of you requested this time; I'm just doing my job.<br> | ||
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| + | Prada Paula: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Linda; save the corporate doublespeak won't ya?<br> | ||
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| + | Miss Gucci: Yeah; you'd think Bux would have the time of day for a dynamic duo like us but apparently he's too busy... meeting with attorneys and trying to secure funding for... whatever war he's waging this month with Alison Crowne. Tyrants, am I right?<br> | ||
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| + | Miss Gucci glances over to Prada Paula who nods next to her.<br> | ||
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| + | Miss Gucci: But that's no excuse nor cause to absolve him of the responsibilities he's neglecting and the injustices he's committing against the two baddest girls in the entire LONE locker room; us, honey. See, months ago we were robbed of the prize we hold dear, the prize that should still be around our totally gucci waists, the LONE Tag Team Championship.<br> | ||
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| + | Prada Paula: See, seeing those nasty little bloodsuckers parade that belt around their little cult? It's gross. I'm sure if there is a God, he wouldn't care about a pair of freaks and rejects cast out from society but that he would appreciate all the beauty in the world and would cast out those who would taint or defile his precious, luscious earth. He would want a pair of champions, a pair...<br> | ||
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| + | Both: That's So Gucci!<br> | ||
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| + | The Gucci Gals laugh as Miss Gucci puts on her sunglasses.<br> | ||
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| + | Miss Gucci: Draped in designer clothes and anointed in only the most precious and luxurious of fragrances. So here's how it's gonna go you bloodbank robbers, Boney and Clod, Generations? They're out of the picture; they got their shot and they blew it, back of the line and out of sight and out of mind. We got a rematch coming to us and we're going to take it on our time and on our terms so all the little would be posers in the back? Know your place and wait your turn because we will toss you out like the trash you are.<br> | ||
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| + | As The Gucci Gals are finishing up Frank Debauchee eyes both of them, completely ignoring Linda Edwards as he may have slowed down his pace down the hallway just to hear them speak and give them their airtime to vent their issues.<br> | ||
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| + | Debauchee: Good evening, ladies.<br> | ||
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| + | He glances back with a grin as he walks past as The Gucci Gals seem to acknowledge him with a nod and a glance his direction as well. Then The Gucci Gals glare at Linda Edwards who's still standing there.<br> | ||
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| + | Miss Gucci: Um.... excuse me, why are you still here?<br> | ||
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| + | Linda Edwards: Well I...<br> | ||
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| + | Prada Paula: Bye, Felicia!<br> | ||
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| + | The Gucci Gals walk into the locker room and shut the door in her face.<br> | ||
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Revision as of 23:27, 10 July 2020
Intro
The camera pans back to the hallway just outside the LONE locker room as The Gucci Gals, appeared to be both bored and annoyed as Linda Edwards walks into view.
Miss Gucci: Alright, let's get this over with.
Linda Edwards: Umm... the two of you requested this time; I'm just doing my job.
Prada Paula: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Linda; save the corporate doublespeak won't ya?
Miss Gucci: Yeah; you'd think Bux would have the time of day for a dynamic duo like us but apparently he's too busy... meeting with attorneys and trying to secure funding for... whatever war he's waging this month with Alison Crowne. Tyrants, am I right?
Miss Gucci glances over to Prada Paula who nods next to her.
Miss Gucci: But that's no excuse nor cause to absolve him of the responsibilities he's neglecting and the injustices he's committing against the two baddest girls in the entire LONE locker room; us, honey. See, months ago we were robbed of the prize we hold dear, the prize that should still be around our totally gucci waists, the LONE Tag Team Championship.
Prada Paula: See, seeing those nasty little bloodsuckers parade that belt around their little cult? It's gross. I'm sure if there is a God, he wouldn't care about a pair of freaks and rejects cast out from society but that he would appreciate all the beauty in the world and would cast out those who would taint or defile his precious, luscious earth. He would want a pair of champions, a pair...
Both: That's So Gucci!
The Gucci Gals laugh as Miss Gucci puts on her sunglasses.
Miss Gucci: Draped in designer clothes and anointed in only the most precious and luxurious of fragrances. So here's how it's gonna go you bloodbank robbers, Boney and Clod, Generations? They're out of the picture; they got their shot and they blew it, back of the line and out of sight and out of mind. We got a rematch coming to us and we're going to take it on our time and on our terms so all the little would be posers in the back? Know your place and wait your turn because we will toss you out like the trash you are.
As The Gucci Gals are finishing up Frank Debauchee eyes both of them, completely ignoring Linda Edwards as he may have slowed down his pace down the hallway just to hear them speak and give them their airtime to vent their issues.
Debauchee: Good evening, ladies.
He glances back with a grin as he walks past as The Gucci Gals seem to acknowledge him with a nod and a glance his direction as well. Then The Gucci Gals glare at Linda Edwards who's still standing there.
Miss Gucci: Um.... excuse me, why are you still here?
Linda Edwards: Well I...
Prada Paula: Bye, Felicia!
The Gucci Gals walk into the locker room and shut the door in her face.
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