Post by josephsetala on Feb 11, 2017 0:59:30 GMT -5
The stage was set, in the middle of the lit up space sat a kitchen table, a divider separating one side from the other as if it was a wall. Sitting on one side of the table was the aqua haired beauty we… wait a minute… that was not a woman. In fact, it was Joseph Setala, wearing a wig, a red halter top, black denim booty shorts that had a studded belt hanging off the hips. In his hands he held a small phone and started to send a text, his lips moving to say what he was writing but instead of noise coming out of his mouth a familiar female voice rang through, narrating the words that were being typed.
“So what do you think? Would you be on board with that idea?”
The other half of the table lit up to show Blair Kivisto, her hair tucked under a short black wig, a deadpool jersey covered her top half and black skinny jeans covered her legs. The phone she held in her hand buzzed and she looked over the message with a bit of a smile. Much like when Joey was ‘talking’ as soon as her lips started moving Joey’s voice came out.
“You… want me… to join you in a tag team…”
Blair suddenly slapped her free hand to her forehead, letting out an annoyed sigh before starting to send another text.
“That idea is crazy… And I’m still trying to figure out which kind of crazy… It could be good crazy or it could be really bad crazy…”
It didn't take Joey long after reading the text that came in to start his message back.
“Who the fuck else would be better? I could ask Xavier but he's busy with Cause and Effect. I could ask Andy but I'd need at least five million dollars to consider that… Besides, I'm grounding myself so you'll compliment me. Come on… You know you wanna.”
He sent off the response before quickly typing a bit more.
“Meet me out front in five, we'll discuss further there.”
Blair rolled her eyes before starting another text.
“There are a lot of things I wanna do but still don’t do em…”
Blair raised a brow, starting to think things over a little more in her head before turning her attention back to her phone.
“I guess I could do that… maybe telling you it’s crazy to your face will help get it through your head.”
“Maybe… But being told I'm crazy by ‘Your Resident Crazy Bastard’ is more of a compliment than anything. K I'm not responding anymore!”
Joseph put the phone down and stood up from his seat, making his way toward the side of the stage while Blair set her phone down as well and walked off in the opposite direction as a large set of curtains came to a close. After a moment they opened again, this time to the front of a picture of a house with a car parked in front that looked like it was drawn by a three-year-old. Joseph was already there, tapping his foot impatiently as Blair made her way on the scene.
“Three years later and I thought I was the old one.”
Blair gave a faux glare to Joseph before lifting a hand to flip him off.
“Oh go fuck yourself, that was maybe six minutes at the latest.”
Joseph just laughed.
“Getting right to the business side of things. Tag team, me and you, Burlesque Duplicity. Bring it back, dominate a division, hold the titles until we can't no more.”
Looking at Blair with a bit of a pleading look.
“It'll be fun, you know we'll kick ass. You know we make an awesome team and I know someone that just might be interested in signing us.”
Blair raised a brow at that last comment.
“Now who in the fuck would be crazy enough to wanna sign us? It’s not like our last runs were anything special or anything…”
“I'm gonna need you to agree before I share the details of what the fuck I've managed to get results on.”
“You’re a bitch…”
Blair sighed out, shaking her head before she eventually hung her head in defeat.
“Fine… I’ll join you in this little venture… now tell me who the crazy bitch or bastard is.”
As those last words left her mouth the stage went dark, a recording of applause sounded out before the lights came back on and both Blair and Joseph took a bow.
“And that my friends is how it began… Except… Well you know. We were actually us and everything. Nice booty shorts by the way Joey, you're rocking them almost as well as I do.”
Joseph grinned a bit, slapping a hand over his butt.
“Hey, you’ve always said if you got it flaunt it… Just taking your advice.”
Not being able to help it Blair laughed out, shaking her head.
“I'm keeping this shirt by the way. It's comfortable therefore it's mine.”
Joseph glared at Blair, quickly shaking his head.
“Oh hell no! No way you’re taking that one! I will rip it off of you if I have to!”
“Too late, I already claimed it.”
Taking a look over at Joey for a split second she grinned before running off the stage in a way that Zoidberg would be proud of and Joey quickly chased right after her, yelling across the stage to her.
“Give me back my jersey bitch!”
The scene faded out to black after they both disappeared but instead of just empty darkness a few moments later it faded back into that same stage, completely empty this time aside from the fact that Blair and Joseph were sitting at the end of it, dressed back in their own clothes. There legs were dangling off the edge of the stage and they both had a smile on their faces.
“You couldn't have actually thought that was all we had to say. I mean we still have the matter of addressing our opponents to go over. Ain't that right Joey?”
Joey laughed for a moment before a grin crossed his lips.
“Damn right we do… What were their names again? Something Something terror rawr… Fear me!”
“I don't know, from what I got from twitter research it was more like naked dancing and some serious Shield’s ass kissery. I was kind of sad, I expected two girls somewhat like Angel.”
“I was at least expecting some kind of death threats to us or something… but no… all we got was a lap dance and disappointment.”
Blair laughed, nodding her head in agreement.
“At least with you calling yourself crazy there's no expectation of what kind of crazy to expect. Can be funny haha, can be freaky, can just be some cross dressing antics. But when you call yourself the Terror Twins you better fucking deliver on the name.”
“About the only thing I’m afraid of is my hand ending up in the wrong place and getting impaled on that bra whichever one of them was wearing… I need my hands for gaming damn it!”
“Not to mention you’d most likely be walking home and be welcomed by tom or jerry for where said hand accidentally landed… I need my tag partner dammit!”
Blair flashed a somewhat half assed smirk at the camera as Joey rolled his eyes.
“She knows damn well I wouldn’t have done anything… She wouldn’t be coming at me with either of them if it got to that point.”
Joey laughed, shaking his head a bit.
“You know damn well if you pissed her off enough she might… But that's beside the point. The point is, after you've seen your opponents dancing like strippers half naked they kind of can't jump back to ‘terror’ after that.”
“Afraid is definitely something I’m not after seeing what I have… Not even turned on either, just… confused… I’m feeling both confused and mislead with a name like Terror Twins. I’ll give them a few points for uniqueness though… at least it isn’t another team of blondes… That’s about all I can give em though…”
“This sounds like a review, are you about to grade them?”
“You know what I am! I give the ‘Terror’ and I’m using that term lightly… anyway, the ‘Terror’ Twins 2 dangerous bras that better not be allowed in that ring… Out of five… A lap dance?! Really?!”
Joey suddenly climbed up to his feet, walking off the stage in a huff, muttering a few inaudible words before yelling out from off of the stage.
“A fucking lap dance?! Terror my fucking ass!”
Blair on the other hand started laughing so hard she damn near fell off that stage, catching herself before she did.
“Seeing as my partner kind of stormed off I guess that's all folks… Goodnight fuckers!”
“You’re damn right I stormed out of there! John Blade is scarier than those two!”
Blair rolled her eyes, eventually climbing up to her feet and followed Joey off stage as the scene faded out to black.
“So what do you think? Would you be on board with that idea?”
The other half of the table lit up to show Blair Kivisto, her hair tucked under a short black wig, a deadpool jersey covered her top half and black skinny jeans covered her legs. The phone she held in her hand buzzed and she looked over the message with a bit of a smile. Much like when Joey was ‘talking’ as soon as her lips started moving Joey’s voice came out.
“You… want me… to join you in a tag team…”
Blair suddenly slapped her free hand to her forehead, letting out an annoyed sigh before starting to send another text.
“That idea is crazy… And I’m still trying to figure out which kind of crazy… It could be good crazy or it could be really bad crazy…”
It didn't take Joey long after reading the text that came in to start his message back.
“Who the fuck else would be better? I could ask Xavier but he's busy with Cause and Effect. I could ask Andy but I'd need at least five million dollars to consider that… Besides, I'm grounding myself so you'll compliment me. Come on… You know you wanna.”
He sent off the response before quickly typing a bit more.
“Meet me out front in five, we'll discuss further there.”
Blair rolled her eyes before starting another text.
“There are a lot of things I wanna do but still don’t do em…”
Blair raised a brow, starting to think things over a little more in her head before turning her attention back to her phone.
“I guess I could do that… maybe telling you it’s crazy to your face will help get it through your head.”
“Maybe… But being told I'm crazy by ‘Your Resident Crazy Bastard’ is more of a compliment than anything. K I'm not responding anymore!”
Joseph put the phone down and stood up from his seat, making his way toward the side of the stage while Blair set her phone down as well and walked off in the opposite direction as a large set of curtains came to a close. After a moment they opened again, this time to the front of a picture of a house with a car parked in front that looked like it was drawn by a three-year-old. Joseph was already there, tapping his foot impatiently as Blair made her way on the scene.
“Three years later and I thought I was the old one.”
Blair gave a faux glare to Joseph before lifting a hand to flip him off.
“Oh go fuck yourself, that was maybe six minutes at the latest.”
Joseph just laughed.
“Getting right to the business side of things. Tag team, me and you, Burlesque Duplicity. Bring it back, dominate a division, hold the titles until we can't no more.”
Looking at Blair with a bit of a pleading look.
“It'll be fun, you know we'll kick ass. You know we make an awesome team and I know someone that just might be interested in signing us.”
Blair raised a brow at that last comment.
“Now who in the fuck would be crazy enough to wanna sign us? It’s not like our last runs were anything special or anything…”
“I'm gonna need you to agree before I share the details of what the fuck I've managed to get results on.”
“You’re a bitch…”
Blair sighed out, shaking her head before she eventually hung her head in defeat.
“Fine… I’ll join you in this little venture… now tell me who the crazy bitch or bastard is.”
As those last words left her mouth the stage went dark, a recording of applause sounded out before the lights came back on and both Blair and Joseph took a bow.
“And that my friends is how it began… Except… Well you know. We were actually us and everything. Nice booty shorts by the way Joey, you're rocking them almost as well as I do.”
Joseph grinned a bit, slapping a hand over his butt.
“Hey, you’ve always said if you got it flaunt it… Just taking your advice.”
Not being able to help it Blair laughed out, shaking her head.
“I'm keeping this shirt by the way. It's comfortable therefore it's mine.”
Joseph glared at Blair, quickly shaking his head.
“Oh hell no! No way you’re taking that one! I will rip it off of you if I have to!”
“Too late, I already claimed it.”
Taking a look over at Joey for a split second she grinned before running off the stage in a way that Zoidberg would be proud of and Joey quickly chased right after her, yelling across the stage to her.
“Give me back my jersey bitch!”
The scene faded out to black after they both disappeared but instead of just empty darkness a few moments later it faded back into that same stage, completely empty this time aside from the fact that Blair and Joseph were sitting at the end of it, dressed back in their own clothes. There legs were dangling off the edge of the stage and they both had a smile on their faces.
“You couldn't have actually thought that was all we had to say. I mean we still have the matter of addressing our opponents to go over. Ain't that right Joey?”
Joey laughed for a moment before a grin crossed his lips.
“Damn right we do… What were their names again? Something Something terror rawr… Fear me!”
“I don't know, from what I got from twitter research it was more like naked dancing and some serious Shield’s ass kissery. I was kind of sad, I expected two girls somewhat like Angel.”
“I was at least expecting some kind of death threats to us or something… but no… all we got was a lap dance and disappointment.”
Blair laughed, nodding her head in agreement.
“At least with you calling yourself crazy there's no expectation of what kind of crazy to expect. Can be funny haha, can be freaky, can just be some cross dressing antics. But when you call yourself the Terror Twins you better fucking deliver on the name.”
“About the only thing I’m afraid of is my hand ending up in the wrong place and getting impaled on that bra whichever one of them was wearing… I need my hands for gaming damn it!”
“Not to mention you’d most likely be walking home and be welcomed by tom or jerry for where said hand accidentally landed… I need my tag partner dammit!”
Blair flashed a somewhat half assed smirk at the camera as Joey rolled his eyes.
“She knows damn well I wouldn’t have done anything… She wouldn’t be coming at me with either of them if it got to that point.”
Joey laughed, shaking his head a bit.
“You know damn well if you pissed her off enough she might… But that's beside the point. The point is, after you've seen your opponents dancing like strippers half naked they kind of can't jump back to ‘terror’ after that.”
“Afraid is definitely something I’m not after seeing what I have… Not even turned on either, just… confused… I’m feeling both confused and mislead with a name like Terror Twins. I’ll give them a few points for uniqueness though… at least it isn’t another team of blondes… That’s about all I can give em though…”
“This sounds like a review, are you about to grade them?”
“You know what I am! I give the ‘Terror’ and I’m using that term lightly… anyway, the ‘Terror’ Twins 2 dangerous bras that better not be allowed in that ring… Out of five… A lap dance?! Really?!”
Joey suddenly climbed up to his feet, walking off the stage in a huff, muttering a few inaudible words before yelling out from off of the stage.
“A fucking lap dance?! Terror my fucking ass!”
Blair on the other hand started laughing so hard she damn near fell off that stage, catching herself before she did.
“Seeing as my partner kind of stormed off I guess that's all folks… Goodnight fuckers!”
“You’re damn right I stormed out of there! John Blade is scarier than those two!”
Blair rolled her eyes, eventually climbing up to her feet and followed Joey off stage as the scene faded out to black.
