Post by Dre on Mar 26, 2020 4:31:57 GMT -5
Giant Center
Hershey, Pennsylvania
March 23rd 2020
[ It wasn’t the best night for the Cowgirls From Hell in fact it was horrible in the mind of one and a learning experience for the other. Maxine had lost before and would lose again but it was her first time at a professional level live on television but it wasn’t her that was taking it bad, it was the veteran that was. Max stood wide eyed watching her partner destroy the locker room. She knew better than to try and calm Meghan down when she lost her shit even though it very rarely happened she was just smart enough to take her sister and fathers advice cause they knew her best. The pissed off Cowgirl disappeared into the shower and Max quietly tidied up the evidence of Hurricane Meghan. By the time she had come out of the shower the locker room had been cleaned up. Max sat on the bench, head between her knees. Meghan knew the kid was blaming herself because she got pinned. The elder lets out a sigh of disgust in herself, as she sits down beside her young partner placing her left hand on her neck gently squeezing gently. ]
It’s not your fault kid.
**muffled** You weren’t the one pinned.
No, but it could be me next time. I’m the veteran, I should’ve seen what was coming.
[ Max slowly sits up and looks at her mentor. Her eyes burn from holding back the tears caused by thinking she has disappointed her partner in the APW takeover they had embarked on. ]
What did we say to those idiots we lost to tonight?
We are a team. Simpatico.
We win together, we lose together.
[ Meghan stands up and motions to Max’s bag. ]
Grab your bag, lets get the fuck out of here.
[ She puts her arm around Max’s shoulders as they head out of the locker room. ]
Good job cleaning up by the way. I’m sorry about that.
Tamika told me you could be a little hot headed.
[ Meghan stops in her tracks as a thought entered her head: Tamika. Before Max can ask her what’s up Dani Applegate has found herself standing in front of tonights losing team in the doorway of the locker room. She has her camera crew with her. ]
Ladies! The APW universe is curious about how you feel about tonights show with both cFh and the Architects falling short of your Battlecade prediction?
[ Meghan sneers at the APW employee as she wasn’t looking to be reminded while the wound was still fresh. ]
We are pissed, homeslice. Uber pissed!
Yeah its not a great feeling losing to Action Wrestling trash.
Please, tell us how you really feel...
[ Meghan stares the APW reporter straight in the eye as she elaborates on her hatred. ]
You want to know what it’s like to lose to two guys who have the originality of a fucking cucumber pretending to be a god damn zucchini? It’s like taking that cute guy home that you’ve flirting with to find out he’s hung like a Tic-Tac and lacks a Gene Simmons tongue.
Hung like a Tic-Tac... haha... gold. Who’s Gene Simmons? He that exercise dude? I thought he liked boys?
It’s like sitting at the kids table at a family gathering with a touchy-feely uncle that’s had enough bourbon that his mouth is a distillery. It’s like losing to two left foot mother fuckers that find themselves whistling ‘Stranger in Paradise’ as they try to assimilate into the APW.
Those are strong words. Will you be requesting a rematch?
[ The Cowgirls look at each other and laugh heartedly. ]
Why? After they lose to Balfore and Richards they are going to tuck their tails and head on back over to “A-dub” or whatever sewer hole they were occupying before like the rats they are. It’s not worth our breath to make that request. Nor is it worth our sweat or blood in the squared circle. I let myself get cocky and they got the best of us. If by some fucking chance we end up back in the ring looking at each other we will make fucking sure to stomp their skulls into the curb so their respective partners and or family can watch them bleed out like the bitches they most certainly are.
[ Meghan’s body language informs Ms. Applegate the interview is over and begins heading down the hallway. Maxine looks at Dani and gives a quick shrug and her chaotic smirk. ]
She was being nice... believe it or not.
[ Max catches up to her partner as Dani and the camera crew look a little startled at this side of fearless Cowgirls. They hadn’t seen anything... yet. Meghan looks determined as she pulls out her iPhone XR. ]
Calling someone?
Max... we have made our intentions about the Architects very clear and now we may have some more enemies the management can throw at us... it’s time to make a pitch for reinforcements. Siri...
Siri - How can I help?
FaceTime call Tamika Kalis.
Hershey, Pennsylvania
March 23rd 2020
[ It wasn’t the best night for the Cowgirls From Hell in fact it was horrible in the mind of one and a learning experience for the other. Maxine had lost before and would lose again but it was her first time at a professional level live on television but it wasn’t her that was taking it bad, it was the veteran that was. Max stood wide eyed watching her partner destroy the locker room. She knew better than to try and calm Meghan down when she lost her shit even though it very rarely happened she was just smart enough to take her sister and fathers advice cause they knew her best. The pissed off Cowgirl disappeared into the shower and Max quietly tidied up the evidence of Hurricane Meghan. By the time she had come out of the shower the locker room had been cleaned up. Max sat on the bench, head between her knees. Meghan knew the kid was blaming herself because she got pinned. The elder lets out a sigh of disgust in herself, as she sits down beside her young partner placing her left hand on her neck gently squeezing gently. ]
It’s not your fault kid.
**muffled** You weren’t the one pinned.
No, but it could be me next time. I’m the veteran, I should’ve seen what was coming.
[ Max slowly sits up and looks at her mentor. Her eyes burn from holding back the tears caused by thinking she has disappointed her partner in the APW takeover they had embarked on. ]
What did we say to those idiots we lost to tonight?
We are a team. Simpatico.
We win together, we lose together.
[ Meghan stands up and motions to Max’s bag. ]
Grab your bag, lets get the fuck out of here.
[ She puts her arm around Max’s shoulders as they head out of the locker room. ]
Good job cleaning up by the way. I’m sorry about that.
Tamika told me you could be a little hot headed.
[ Meghan stops in her tracks as a thought entered her head: Tamika. Before Max can ask her what’s up Dani Applegate has found herself standing in front of tonights losing team in the doorway of the locker room. She has her camera crew with her. ]
Ladies! The APW universe is curious about how you feel about tonights show with both cFh and the Architects falling short of your Battlecade prediction?
[ Meghan sneers at the APW employee as she wasn’t looking to be reminded while the wound was still fresh. ]
We are pissed, homeslice. Uber pissed!
Yeah its not a great feeling losing to Action Wrestling trash.
Please, tell us how you really feel...
[ Meghan stares the APW reporter straight in the eye as she elaborates on her hatred. ]
You want to know what it’s like to lose to two guys who have the originality of a fucking cucumber pretending to be a god damn zucchini? It’s like taking that cute guy home that you’ve flirting with to find out he’s hung like a Tic-Tac and lacks a Gene Simmons tongue.
Hung like a Tic-Tac... haha... gold. Who’s Gene Simmons? He that exercise dude? I thought he liked boys?
It’s like sitting at the kids table at a family gathering with a touchy-feely uncle that’s had enough bourbon that his mouth is a distillery. It’s like losing to two left foot mother fuckers that find themselves whistling ‘Stranger in Paradise’ as they try to assimilate into the APW.
Those are strong words. Will you be requesting a rematch?
[ The Cowgirls look at each other and laugh heartedly. ]
Why? After they lose to Balfore and Richards they are going to tuck their tails and head on back over to “A-dub” or whatever sewer hole they were occupying before like the rats they are. It’s not worth our breath to make that request. Nor is it worth our sweat or blood in the squared circle. I let myself get cocky and they got the best of us. If by some fucking chance we end up back in the ring looking at each other we will make fucking sure to stomp their skulls into the curb so their respective partners and or family can watch them bleed out like the bitches they most certainly are.
[ Meghan’s body language informs Ms. Applegate the interview is over and begins heading down the hallway. Maxine looks at Dani and gives a quick shrug and her chaotic smirk. ]
She was being nice... believe it or not.
[ Max catches up to her partner as Dani and the camera crew look a little startled at this side of fearless Cowgirls. They hadn’t seen anything... yet. Meghan looks determined as she pulls out her iPhone XR. ]
Calling someone?
Max... we have made our intentions about the Architects very clear and now we may have some more enemies the management can throw at us... it’s time to make a pitch for reinforcements. Siri...
Siri - How can I help?
FaceTime call Tamika Kalis.
