*Chesty Lerou is outside the cheesedome in a parking structure, wearing a strapless chrome beaded top and a extremely short blue leather skirt. She is holding a microphone. With her is sneaky bunny leaning against a pilar in lesser form fitting and classy jeans and t-shirt.
Chesty: Sneaks, last month at SummerScam, we saw your Boobie belt title. You had your way with Lor and blooded her with a pair some brass knuckles, and they were also used against you, any comments?
SB: Eh....
*sneaky bunny pulls out a pack of smokes. She slips one between her lips and goes to light it.*
SB: You mind?
Chesty: Uhh, no, go ahead.
SB: Yeah, Last month, the world watched as Lor and I had a spectacular match....Lor's a defy nobody, a doltish B-girl. I i have no regress on how that match went, or the brass knuckles, or the fact i lost a tooth to that pedagree. OH...thank you Dr. Lipnik.
*sneaky bunny takes a drag while chesty prepares for the next question.*
Chesty: and your match tonight?
SB: Yep, mud *cough* I would of gotten the pin if Lor didn't disqualify herself. and i'll do so tonight. The little wanker want another shot at the title, fine. She can't keep sticking her nose in places it doesn't belong forever, eventually she'll be worn down to the point a black retarded midget could take her.
chesty: But mud?
SB: uh-huh, c'mon chesty feel. i don't stay that way from daily nooners. plus, saves me some on my car-- my spa membership.
Chesty: oooh, nice...anything else?
*sneaky bunny reachs for a bag hooked on a belt loop. she pulls out a white folded rod. with a few shakes the rod slides together into a four foot stick. bunny flips it so the end with a metal tip is upward*
SB: chesty, gimme your finger.
*a nervous chesty reaches out, bunny grasp her hand. She presses chesty's index finger onto the metal spike*
SB: See that? blood.
*bunny slurps the beads of blood off chesty's finger and wraps a looney tunes band-aid over it*
SB: quite tasty too. Now Lor, i have a bottle of France's finnest vodka in my locker. and i'm cravin' a bloody mary.
Monroe: Thats nasty
Macrum: that was HAWT
SB: Well Chesty, I'm off, see you at the club.
*sneaky bunny twirls the stick a few times and walks off through the parking structure pathway. havoc fades to commerical with the sound of the stick clicking against the payment.*
