YOUR CHAMP! -or- The Wrath of Vee
Feb 13, 2019 19:52:31 GMT -6
Nobody and "Always Trending" Joe Hustler like this
Post by Gabrielle Visconty on Feb 13, 2019 19:52:31 GMT -6
The image opens backstage shortly after FSW goes off the air. An extremely agitated Gabrielle Visconty, still in ring gear - TV strap over her shoulder, wanders through the people backstage. The look on her face causes most of them to clear out of her way, a few don't get that luxury and receive a sharp shove for their troubles. She scans over the people milling about, then a brief grin crosses her face as she bee-lines towards the staff area. The camera captures the object of her attention: Lisa Goldrush.
”Yo! Lisa!”
Lisa turns and looks at Gabi closing in on her like a mad hornet, a look of dread washes over her face.
”I was just doing what the GM told me to do.”
She says as Gabi walks right up into her face.
”Listen, you fucking puppet. You come out and bark like a trained dog at me again, and they'll be tossing your head back to the ring from the 4th row. You got that?!”
Gabi snarls in her face. Lisa does her best to not provoke Gabi any more than she already is, and starts to speak.
”That was a terrible thing to do, I know. But I am FSW staff, the GM is my boss. Please don't do anything rash, but I understand you are upset. ”
Gabi grins like a maniac in her face.
”It was a terrible thing to do? But ya did it, didn't ya? Your boss said jump and you asked when you could come down, like an obedient little lackey. What's your string puller gonna do, fire the fucking TV Champion? She knows what this title represents in my hands. I was ready to take the TV title from Joe, but not like this. This wasn't a fair contest. Joe was busted open like a virgin on prom night, yet still forced to face me. It was bullshit move by the GM. Hold on a sec.”
Gabi grabs one of the unsuspecting reporter roaming around and quickly hands him the TV Title. He looks at it a little confused and starts to say something.
”OOPS!”
Gabi shouts and then trips him, shoulder bumping him roughly into Lisa. Lisa stumbles back a bit, almost falling, shocked look on her face. Gabi yanks the FSW title back from the reporter and sends him on his way with a shove.
”Watch where you are walking, Jackhole! You ran into Lisa 'Yappin' Dog' Goldrush.”
”Gabi stop! You're going to get yourself suspended or worse.”
She tries to calm Gabi down, but Gabi stares at her with a deadpan expression, making Lisa even more worried.
”Go tell your 'boss', tell her I really welcome the conversation between us. She disrespects me again and I'll on Brawl or Rampage so fast, she'll have God dammed whiplash. She has to be smart enough to know what she has on her hands right now. If not, I guess I am out of a job and the EWC loses one of it's brightest young superstars, and has a vacant title on their hands.”
”Gabi I know you are upset. Don't let your emotions get the better of you. Stop, please. Have you lost your mind?”
”That's what Nicole Taylor says.”
Gabi replies before smirking. She gets up into Lisa's face, poking her in the chest with a finger.
”You're all here because of what us superstars do. Make no mistake that you and the GM are what we superstars provide for you. Without us you are just another waitress trying not to spill my order as you bring it to my table. So the next time the GM commands you to bark at Gabi Vee, remind her who she really works for. Us - The FSDubya, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!”
Lisa pulls her cell out of her pocket as Gabi yells at her, and starts to type. Gabi snatches the cell phone out of her hands and gives Lisa the look of death as she stares her down. Gabi pecks away on the phone and chuckles to herself as she hands the phone back. She takes the TV title and readjusts it on her shoulder, nearly slapping Lisa with it in the process, and walks away. Lisa quickly looks down at the phone to see what Gabi has done:
'I have had enough of your ordering me around. I quit - Lisa Goldrush.'
Gabi pulls her own cell out of her pocket, presses a button and smiles mischievously back at Lisa over her shoulder as she walks.
”Hey Spartan. Got a minute?”
”Dammit, Gabi... This is not the time to do this.”
Lisa mumbles under her breath as she starts frantically typing away on her phone.
”Yo! Lisa!”
Lisa turns and looks at Gabi closing in on her like a mad hornet, a look of dread washes over her face.
”I was just doing what the GM told me to do.”
She says as Gabi walks right up into her face.
”Listen, you fucking puppet. You come out and bark like a trained dog at me again, and they'll be tossing your head back to the ring from the 4th row. You got that?!”
Gabi snarls in her face. Lisa does her best to not provoke Gabi any more than she already is, and starts to speak.
”That was a terrible thing to do, I know. But I am FSW staff, the GM is my boss. Please don't do anything rash, but I understand you are upset. ”
Gabi grins like a maniac in her face.
”It was a terrible thing to do? But ya did it, didn't ya? Your boss said jump and you asked when you could come down, like an obedient little lackey. What's your string puller gonna do, fire the fucking TV Champion? She knows what this title represents in my hands. I was ready to take the TV title from Joe, but not like this. This wasn't a fair contest. Joe was busted open like a virgin on prom night, yet still forced to face me. It was bullshit move by the GM. Hold on a sec.”
Gabi grabs one of the unsuspecting reporter roaming around and quickly hands him the TV Title. He looks at it a little confused and starts to say something.
”OOPS!”
Gabi shouts and then trips him, shoulder bumping him roughly into Lisa. Lisa stumbles back a bit, almost falling, shocked look on her face. Gabi yanks the FSW title back from the reporter and sends him on his way with a shove.
”Watch where you are walking, Jackhole! You ran into Lisa 'Yappin' Dog' Goldrush.”
”Gabi stop! You're going to get yourself suspended or worse.”
She tries to calm Gabi down, but Gabi stares at her with a deadpan expression, making Lisa even more worried.
”Go tell your 'boss', tell her I really welcome the conversation between us. She disrespects me again and I'll on Brawl or Rampage so fast, she'll have God dammed whiplash. She has to be smart enough to know what she has on her hands right now. If not, I guess I am out of a job and the EWC loses one of it's brightest young superstars, and has a vacant title on their hands.”
”Gabi I know you are upset. Don't let your emotions get the better of you. Stop, please. Have you lost your mind?”
”That's what Nicole Taylor says.”
Gabi replies before smirking. She gets up into Lisa's face, poking her in the chest with a finger.
”You're all here because of what us superstars do. Make no mistake that you and the GM are what we superstars provide for you. Without us you are just another waitress trying not to spill my order as you bring it to my table. So the next time the GM commands you to bark at Gabi Vee, remind her who she really works for. Us - The FSDubya, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!”
Lisa pulls her cell out of her pocket as Gabi yells at her, and starts to type. Gabi snatches the cell phone out of her hands and gives Lisa the look of death as she stares her down. Gabi pecks away on the phone and chuckles to herself as she hands the phone back. She takes the TV title and readjusts it on her shoulder, nearly slapping Lisa with it in the process, and walks away. Lisa quickly looks down at the phone to see what Gabi has done:
'I have had enough of your ordering me around. I quit - Lisa Goldrush.'
Gabi pulls her own cell out of her pocket, presses a button and smiles mischievously back at Lisa over her shoulder as she walks.
”Hey Spartan. Got a minute?”
”Dammit, Gabi... This is not the time to do this.”
Lisa mumbles under her breath as she starts frantically typing away on her phone.
