Told You So (Braddy Poo and Cyric Logan) -- NACW Roleplay Board

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[the camera fades from black. It is Monday night, immediately after Monday Mayhem goes off the air. The scene is in the arena's hallways. There are several people walking around, trying to get things ready to leave the arena. However, there is one person there, that isn't planning on leaving for a little while. Her name is Typhoid Mary, and she just became the first woman ever to be the World Heavy Weight Champion, defeating Brad Culver in a brutal match. She is curled up in a corner, with her knees against her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. Blood is flowing pretty freely from several wounds in her arms, and you can tell that she has been slashed open on her forehead, because her hair is wet, and it isn't from her sweat. Her brand new World Title is spread out in front of her on the floor. She seems to be paying it no mind whatsoever]

Mary: I told you Braddy Poo. Yep I told you. I took one...no...two of your little Extreme Chairshots...and laughed at you. Hahahahahaha...and I took your precious title...this piece of trash here...

[Mary pushes out her foot, kicking the World Title. One end of it folds over on itself. Mary looks up at the camera. Her hair drapes over her face, only allowing the sparkle of her eyes to be seen through the shadows. Blood drips from her hair to her legs.]

Mary: I'm sure you'll say something like you let me win...or you may even swallowing your pride down to your balls and say that I beat you fair and square, and that tonight I was the better wrestler...but I doubt it. Now I take it you won't worry about me for a little while, and go after your little Hardcore thingie. Have fun...but I'm moving on. Which brings me to that egotistical bastard known as Cyric Logan.

[Mary smiles at the camera, her white teeth break through the shadows of her hair]

Mary: Cyric Logan...calling yourself God...I am so waiting for lightening to strike you. I heard you mention something about wanting this title.

[she slowly nods down to the World Title]

Mary: Tell you what...not wanting to disappoint our dear ole President...how about we set up a little match for this little title. Let's see we have Thursday Showdown...oh...oh...oh...wait...I have it. I remember something about a little something on pay per view this week. Sunday to be exact. So how about me and you for this pathetic title? I'm game...are you?

[suddenly two paramedics rush around the corner, slamming on the breaks when they see Mary]

Paramedic #1: Jesus Christ, ma'am. We've got to get you to a hospital. You need medical attention.

Mary: Go to hell...I'm just fine.

Parmadic #2: Remember, they told us she would probably be trouble.

Mary: You do not know the meaning of the word.

Paramedic #1: Come on, Miss Mary, we're going to take you to the hospital to get you patched up.

Mary: You are taking me nowhere.

[Mary stands up, grabbing the World Title in one motion, and starts to walk off]

Paramedic #2: Come on, just stick her and get it over with.

[Mary stops at this comment, and turns around slowly, dropping the World Title to the ground. At the same time, Paramedic #1 has pulled out a small syringe, and is holding it in one hand, almost hidden in his grasp]

Mary: Stick me? I'm sorry could you repeat that. I don't believe I quite heard you.

Paramedic #2: Nothing ma'am.

[Mary's eyes widen, as she rushes Paramedic #2]

Mary: Nothing...nothing...NOTHING!!!

[Mary slams a hard elbow into Paramedic #2's face. Blood splatters as his nose breaks instantly. Paramedic #1 is quick to respond by jabbing the syringe into Mary's shoulder, pushing the fluid inside into Mary's blood. Mary jerks away violently, and backhands Paramedic #1. He stumbles backwards, but does not get it as bad as #2 did. #2 is on the ground rolling around in pain. #1 has stepped back some distance. Mary just stands there for several minutes. She then drops to one knee, and then both of them]

Mary: Son of a...

[Mary falls to the ground, and lets in one deep breath, beginning to snore. The camera fades]

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