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Date Posted: 20:39:12 08/02/01 Thu
Author: Test
Subject: Test

After Bloodzone (continued)

Mr.Anderson waits outside Pantera's dressing room for a long moment. He frowns. Things are going to go south here if she doesn't answer. Finally, there's a clicking sound and the door is unlocked.

Pantera's voice: Sure, c'mon in. The voice is tired and just a bit angry, too.

Tommy opens the door and comes into Pantera's changing room. Her hair all messed and begdraggling over her face, Pantera is barefoot and sitting in her cut-offs, sitting forward with an ice pack on the back of her neck, and wearing a black tank top with 'Life's a bitch, and so am I' written in white on it. She looks up and gives him an angry look.

Mr.Anderson: How's the neck? He seems a bit concerned as to how she's doing.

Pantera just gives him a foul look from under her eyes.

Pantera: Oh, not bad, considering I was powerbombed through a table for the second week running. How about you?

Tommy pauses at that. He takes a seat on the bench next to her.

Mr.Anderson: Hey, you gotta understand. I was pissed off about Mandy, you know? And then Total, that backstabbing son of a bitch....

Pantera: Yeah, I saw him. I saw you out of the damn ring fighting him while I'm stuck there with the Kill-ah and the One Move Master.We were supposed to be a TEAM! I had your back! You didn't have mine!

Pantera stands up....slowly...and walks away from Tommy a bit, still pretty furious.

Mr.Anderson sits forward, his hands clasped together and making his huge arms seem that much more muscled.

Mr.Anderson: Hey, I'm pissed off too, okay? But I wanna get my revenge on TOTAL and Cromwell.

Pantera turns around to Tommy, giving him a look over. Finally, she just shakes her head and sits back down on the bench with him.

Pantera: Look.....I guess I can see where you're coming from. I'd be all bent out of shape too if I had one of mine taken like that. But what the hell do you want to do about what happened?

Mr.Anderson: Why don't we try and get a tag match with Total and Kill-ah. Tommy stops and grins. He seems to like the sound of that. Get ourselves a little payback on those two.

Pantera:......I can deal. So long as you remember you got a partner out there for it, alright? She gives Tommy a look that means she means business on this one. I don't care of you want to take Total by yourself, but if you want to take him with Kill-ah, we do it together, or those dumb gringos are gonna run all over us.

Tommy looks over at Pantera.

Mr.Anderson: You really wanna go out there and take the bumps and hand a few out, dontcha?

Pantera: It's what I do. And I do it better than those two dumb asses. An amnesiac X-Men wannabe and someone who's slower than Big Slow himself.

Mr. Anderson just -looks- at Pantera for a moment......then starts laughing.

Mr.Anderson: I like that. 'Amnesiac X-Men wannabe'. He sure does remind me of that guy....but hey. I got a few ideas about how to deal with tke 'Kings of the Next Level' Tommy makes air quotation marks, not seeming thrilled with the name.

Pantera: Yeah? What is it?

Mr. Anderson: Just a few ideas I got about maybe getting some help with this. I don't have anything concrete yet, but I should by the next Bloodzone.

Pantera nods slowly, wincing a little bit in pain as she does.

Pantera: So how's Mandy?

Mr.Anderson: She still thinks you're hot for my perfect physique. Not that I could blame you. But I'm not looking for anything else right now, you know?

Pantera leans back and laughs, long and hard. Mr. Anderson frowns, slowly getting angry as she does.

Pantera: Hey, sorry chico. But if I wanted to hang off your arm....or anything else.....I'd wear a push-up bra and put on too much lipstick. I'm here to wrestle, and see how far I can stick ten pounds of gold up Kill-ah's mutant butt.She grins and chuckles

Mr. Anderson: Gonna try and take a run at the top spot, huh?

Pantera: Wouldn't mind it, but I just want to show that fool what I can do up close and personal.

Mr. Anderson sits back with a big grin on his face.

Mr. Anderson: We still talking about wrestling, chica?

Pantera gives Mr.Anderson a shove, grinning.

Pantera: Alright, you. Go get your ass home so you can work all this anger off. Me, I'm gonna go get drunk and go home with a guy or two.

She gives Tommy a look with a raised eyebrow.

Pantera: Hey....it's been a rough day. Need to unwind with a good stiff.....drink.She grins broadly. The whole thing doesn't seem that serious to her.

Mr. Anderson: Alright, chica. We'll talk more before Bloodzone, alright?

Pantera: Sure, chico. Be curious to see what you come up with.

Tommy touches his knuckles to Pantera's with their fists, and walks out, the scene fading to black......

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