Post by ILLxEZ on Feb 23, 2017 21:24:10 GMT -5
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
Yelling is heard inside the hotel room shared by the Terror Twins. The yelling would surely anger some other guests in the other rooms. But one Ezrynn Rushing didn’t care. She cared about something far more precious.
Ezrynn: “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING CUPCAKE?!”
Illiya pokes her head out of the bathroom, looking at her sister with a raised brow.
Ezrynn: “AS IN, WHO THE FUCK ATE MY FUCKING CUPCAKE?!”
She storms around the room, throwing clothing and other items around like a tornado. Banging was heard on the door.
From Outside: “Hey! Keep it down!”
Ezrynn’s head shot to the door.
Ezrynn: “Fuck you, motherfucker!”
Illiya: “Ez-“
Ezrynn’s head now turned to her sister. She glared at her. Banging on the door continued.
Illiya: “Jesus, Ezrynn, I just-“
Ezrynn: “FUCK!”
She started fussing around the room again. Illiya rolled her eyes and walked out of the bathroom, towel to her hair to dry it.
Illiya: “Dude! I just left it in the fridge so it wouldn’t get all weird.”
Ezrynn stopped what she was doing and stood there for a moment.
Ezrynn: “Oh.”
She turned and opened the mini fridge. Not surprisingly, her cupcake sat in it, pristine in condition. She turned her head to look at Illiya with a big smile on her face. Her voice got really high pitched with a hint of cuteness.
Ezrynn: “Sorry, Illy… Hee…. hee….”
She pulled the cupcake from the fridge and closed the door. Illiya shook her head and turned towards the door, opening it just as a man went to slam his fist against it once again.
Illiya: “Sorry about that, sir. My sister has a mental disease where she throws fits. I do apologize.”
The guy, looking angry as ever, peeked in, just as Ezrynn stuffed the cupcake into her mouth. She looked at him, eyes wide open along with her mouth, which was stuffed with cake.
Guy: “Yeah… well… keep it down.”
Illiya nodded and smiled sweetly.
Illiya: “You got it. Bye!”
“You know what I hate? Greedy people. People who steal money… People who steal cupcakes… People who steal other people’s chances to win titles… People who steal cupcakes. I hate them! Why can’t you just get your own dreams and aspirations, huh? Why can’t you get your own damn cupcakes! GODDAMNIT!!!”
“I'm sorry. I got carried away. As I was saying, I hate greedy people. Nothing is ever enough. Nothing can ever be left to just happen. Things have to constantly be theirs. They will stop at nothing to take everything away fro you. They’ll even attack you before a match. Take away our sunshine. Take away our spotlight. The little we have around here. We don’t get much, really. We’re always overshadowed by the ones that mean more. Tag teams are boring, right? The same people fighting against each other again and again? People want to see the singles matches. They want to see that gold passed around the thirty people fighting for it. So many more combinations. But tag teams? We get such a small amount of appreciation as it is… I get your need to take the spotlight. But damn… can’t you do it to someone less worthy? Like… I don’t know… yourselves?”
“Illiya and I don’t need to cheat to win. We don’t need to be in the spotlight every second. Not to say it isn’t enjoyed, of course. But that’s not what fuels us. It’s the love of the sport. And when you take that away from us, it’s not okay. So we’re coming for you…”
“As for our match this week, we’re in some kind of Tag Team Battle Royale. In a sense. Five teams, only one can be the winner. It’s pretty cool though, if you think about it. I’ve never seen anything like this before, so it’ll be a treat. It’s one of those matches that actually may get people more excited about our division. Unless it’s mucked around with.”
“Now I’m not going to go through each of the other teams. To be honest… I know nothing about them. But what I do know, is that Illiya and I want this chance more than anything. We had it stolen from us the first time. And when we didn’t whine and complain to get a chance anyways, we lost our second chance. This is our time. We’ve been working at this the moment we stepped into Redemption. And to lose that shot once again would be devastating. So I propose that Illiya and I will do our best to entertain the fans and beat whoever we need to in order to secure our shot at the titles. And if not… then just know we won’t give up. We’ll just keep pushing harder and harder.”
Yelling is heard inside the hotel room shared by the Terror Twins. The yelling would surely anger some other guests in the other rooms. But one Ezrynn Rushing didn’t care. She cared about something far more precious.
Ezrynn: “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING CUPCAKE?!”
Illiya pokes her head out of the bathroom, looking at her sister with a raised brow.
Ezrynn: “AS IN, WHO THE FUCK ATE MY FUCKING CUPCAKE?!”
She storms around the room, throwing clothing and other items around like a tornado. Banging was heard on the door.
From Outside: “Hey! Keep it down!”
Ezrynn’s head shot to the door.
Ezrynn: “Fuck you, motherfucker!”
Illiya: “Ez-“
Ezrynn’s head now turned to her sister. She glared at her. Banging on the door continued.
Illiya: “Jesus, Ezrynn, I just-“
Ezrynn: “FUCK!”
She started fussing around the room again. Illiya rolled her eyes and walked out of the bathroom, towel to her hair to dry it.
Illiya: “Dude! I just left it in the fridge so it wouldn’t get all weird.”
Ezrynn stopped what she was doing and stood there for a moment.
Ezrynn: “Oh.”
She turned and opened the mini fridge. Not surprisingly, her cupcake sat in it, pristine in condition. She turned her head to look at Illiya with a big smile on her face. Her voice got really high pitched with a hint of cuteness.
Ezrynn: “Sorry, Illy… Hee…. hee….”
She pulled the cupcake from the fridge and closed the door. Illiya shook her head and turned towards the door, opening it just as a man went to slam his fist against it once again.
Illiya: “Sorry about that, sir. My sister has a mental disease where she throws fits. I do apologize.”
The guy, looking angry as ever, peeked in, just as Ezrynn stuffed the cupcake into her mouth. She looked at him, eyes wide open along with her mouth, which was stuffed with cake.
Guy: “Yeah… well… keep it down.”
Illiya nodded and smiled sweetly.
Illiya: “You got it. Bye!”
- - - - -
“You know what I hate? Greedy people. People who steal money… People who steal cupcakes… People who steal other people’s chances to win titles… People who steal cupcakes. I hate them! Why can’t you just get your own dreams and aspirations, huh? Why can’t you get your own damn cupcakes! GODDAMNIT!!!”
“I'm sorry. I got carried away. As I was saying, I hate greedy people. Nothing is ever enough. Nothing can ever be left to just happen. Things have to constantly be theirs. They will stop at nothing to take everything away fro you. They’ll even attack you before a match. Take away our sunshine. Take away our spotlight. The little we have around here. We don’t get much, really. We’re always overshadowed by the ones that mean more. Tag teams are boring, right? The same people fighting against each other again and again? People want to see the singles matches. They want to see that gold passed around the thirty people fighting for it. So many more combinations. But tag teams? We get such a small amount of appreciation as it is… I get your need to take the spotlight. But damn… can’t you do it to someone less worthy? Like… I don’t know… yourselves?”
“Illiya and I don’t need to cheat to win. We don’t need to be in the spotlight every second. Not to say it isn’t enjoyed, of course. But that’s not what fuels us. It’s the love of the sport. And when you take that away from us, it’s not okay. So we’re coming for you…”
“As for our match this week, we’re in some kind of Tag Team Battle Royale. In a sense. Five teams, only one can be the winner. It’s pretty cool though, if you think about it. I’ve never seen anything like this before, so it’ll be a treat. It’s one of those matches that actually may get people more excited about our division. Unless it’s mucked around with.”
“Now I’m not going to go through each of the other teams. To be honest… I know nothing about them. But what I do know, is that Illiya and I want this chance more than anything. We had it stolen from us the first time. And when we didn’t whine and complain to get a chance anyways, we lost our second chance. This is our time. We’ve been working at this the moment we stepped into Redemption. And to lose that shot once again would be devastating. So I propose that Illiya and I will do our best to entertain the fans and beat whoever we need to in order to secure our shot at the titles. And if not… then just know we won’t give up. We’ll just keep pushing harder and harder.”
