Post by miwwfke on Jul 10, 2006 21:57:46 GMT -5
Veronica: F*ck.
{Several black bombs explode onto the window. Or are they black spiked balls, breaking the window? Whatever you call them, they’re in that window. Of course, not in an actual window, but a computer screen window. A formerly happy person dies from the radiation from the bomb; his eyes are shut and his yellow skin loses a little color.}
Veronica: Minesweeper. A great game to kill a few minutes, but a b*itch at other times. Heh, some people describe me that way.
{Veronica adjusts her position on the chair she sits upon. She is wearing the most clothes many WFWF fans have ever seen her in; a black robe (silk, of course, Veronica always looks good—some would say sexy) covering her chest fairly well and showing a lot of her tans legs. Her pedicured feet lie on a modern black/white desk, where they almost hit the mouse of her Windows XP. The computer screen, printer, and keyboard and all that stuff are the absolute latest things, because, as many know, Veronica has money. Veronica flexes her toe to hit the left pad on her mouse to hit the “dead” smiley face on her screen.}
Veronica: So, at Odium this week, Lydia, or whateva her name is, is going to be the smiley face, and I’m going to be the bombs, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Um…reality check…people can’t be bombs or be a smiley face. Nor can they talk to eggs, for any dumb-asses who would do that. I wish to inform you that I am a real person. My name is Veronica, my real name. I have not made up ridiculous names for myself such as Master of Destruction or That CBT. No, I am a college student who wrestles for money and because I’m good at it. So, now that you all know I’m not a crazy fool who talks in metaphors and similes, I can close out of this damn minesweeper game.
{Veronica moves up in her chair, puts her feet on the ground, and closes her minesweeper game with her hand, not her foot this time around.}
Veronica: So, let’s talk real about this Odium match. I’m against Lydia. I did my research for a few minutes, and I think she’s only been in one match, maybe two. I don’t even know if she won or lost those matches and I don’t care. I do know that people haven’t been seeing her around much backstage and she’s on “the list” to be released, which is really just a nice way to fire someone. I’ve never been into the whole release thing, I’d much rather get up in some one’s face and tell them they’re fired. No one will do anything back to Veronica, because I don’t take sh~t like that.
{Veronica reaches down to the actual computer and hold her finger on the shut off button for several seconds. The computer then reads, “Shutting down.” Note how Veronica didn’t go through the proper process to shut down the computer.}
Veronica: I really wouldn’t care much for this match, except for one thing, which I’ll get to in a second. The winner of this match gets to go to Superbrawl to fight for the Women’s Title, oh f*ck the stupid new name for it, yeah, well, that sucks. I’m easily going to beat Lydia, so now I have to waist MY Sunday night going to a wrestling show that I’m getting the “privilege” to be on. Oh, woopdy doo dah day. I’d enjoy sleeping in my comfortable bed with Justin getting f*cked. Kyzer used to f*ck Meg too, L-O-L, now he doesn’t!
{Veronica screeches an absolutely cruel laugh.}
Veronica: And that’s where the problem lies. I do care for this upcoming match, all because of that one little b*tch. Megan. For those of you who didn’t watch this past week’s Odium, and I’m sure there’s many of you because I know I didn’t watch it, Vanessa McGurk, the current Women’s champion, got to fight Meg in some kind of tag match, I honestly don’t remember who the two other partners were, but I’d assume one of them was Nessa’s husband. But, yeah, Vanessa is a woman, and Meg fought her. But I thought little Meggly-dumplings didn’t fight her own gender anymore? Ah, I seem to have found the loophole in Meg’s policy. She’ll fight the Women’s Champion, apparently. So, if I become the Women’s Champion, I’ll be able to fight Meg. And we all know how much I want that. And how can I become the Women’s Champion? Win this match against Lydia and go to Superbrawl and take out Vanessa. When I came to WFWF, I promised that I would do anything to get to Meg, and I’m going to keep that word.
{The computer finally turns into a black abyss.}
Veronica: Who knew that it would be so easy to get to her?
{Several black bombs explode onto the window. Or are they black spiked balls, breaking the window? Whatever you call them, they’re in that window. Of course, not in an actual window, but a computer screen window. A formerly happy person dies from the radiation from the bomb; his eyes are shut and his yellow skin loses a little color.}
Veronica: Minesweeper. A great game to kill a few minutes, but a b*itch at other times. Heh, some people describe me that way.
{Veronica adjusts her position on the chair she sits upon. She is wearing the most clothes many WFWF fans have ever seen her in; a black robe (silk, of course, Veronica always looks good—some would say sexy) covering her chest fairly well and showing a lot of her tans legs. Her pedicured feet lie on a modern black/white desk, where they almost hit the mouse of her Windows XP. The computer screen, printer, and keyboard and all that stuff are the absolute latest things, because, as many know, Veronica has money. Veronica flexes her toe to hit the left pad on her mouse to hit the “dead” smiley face on her screen.}
Veronica: So, at Odium this week, Lydia, or whateva her name is, is going to be the smiley face, and I’m going to be the bombs, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Um…reality check…people can’t be bombs or be a smiley face. Nor can they talk to eggs, for any dumb-asses who would do that. I wish to inform you that I am a real person. My name is Veronica, my real name. I have not made up ridiculous names for myself such as Master of Destruction or That CBT. No, I am a college student who wrestles for money and because I’m good at it. So, now that you all know I’m not a crazy fool who talks in metaphors and similes, I can close out of this damn minesweeper game.
{Veronica moves up in her chair, puts her feet on the ground, and closes her minesweeper game with her hand, not her foot this time around.}
Veronica: So, let’s talk real about this Odium match. I’m against Lydia. I did my research for a few minutes, and I think she’s only been in one match, maybe two. I don’t even know if she won or lost those matches and I don’t care. I do know that people haven’t been seeing her around much backstage and she’s on “the list” to be released, which is really just a nice way to fire someone. I’ve never been into the whole release thing, I’d much rather get up in some one’s face and tell them they’re fired. No one will do anything back to Veronica, because I don’t take sh~t like that.
{Veronica reaches down to the actual computer and hold her finger on the shut off button for several seconds. The computer then reads, “Shutting down.” Note how Veronica didn’t go through the proper process to shut down the computer.}
Veronica: I really wouldn’t care much for this match, except for one thing, which I’ll get to in a second. The winner of this match gets to go to Superbrawl to fight for the Women’s Title, oh f*ck the stupid new name for it, yeah, well, that sucks. I’m easily going to beat Lydia, so now I have to waist MY Sunday night going to a wrestling show that I’m getting the “privilege” to be on. Oh, woopdy doo dah day. I’d enjoy sleeping in my comfortable bed with Justin getting f*cked. Kyzer used to f*ck Meg too, L-O-L, now he doesn’t!
{Veronica screeches an absolutely cruel laugh.}
Veronica: And that’s where the problem lies. I do care for this upcoming match, all because of that one little b*tch. Megan. For those of you who didn’t watch this past week’s Odium, and I’m sure there’s many of you because I know I didn’t watch it, Vanessa McGurk, the current Women’s champion, got to fight Meg in some kind of tag match, I honestly don’t remember who the two other partners were, but I’d assume one of them was Nessa’s husband. But, yeah, Vanessa is a woman, and Meg fought her. But I thought little Meggly-dumplings didn’t fight her own gender anymore? Ah, I seem to have found the loophole in Meg’s policy. She’ll fight the Women’s Champion, apparently. So, if I become the Women’s Champion, I’ll be able to fight Meg. And we all know how much I want that. And how can I become the Women’s Champion? Win this match against Lydia and go to Superbrawl and take out Vanessa. When I came to WFWF, I promised that I would do anything to get to Meg, and I’m going to keep that word.
{The computer finally turns into a black abyss.}
Veronica: Who knew that it would be so easy to get to her?
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You need to get out of the habit of rshing your RPs so that people can read them otherwise you will have people like me saying the end sucked. I like how you're going after Meg, it gives your superstar a purpose. 
...i do agree you need more description.. but thats no big deal really. hehe you're so mean to meg.. 
we'll just have to wait and see how this whole.. going after meg thing goes 
