Playthings (Angel)

[KraZ]

As Misfitt is walking through the back. She is stopped by a camera man. He has a mic in his hand. He speaks.

CM: Are you aware that Angel is looking for you? What do you think she wants? Do you two have a score to settle? Do yo....

Without being able to finish his though Misfitt takes the mic from him, and smacks his hand.

Misfitt: You want to know my thoughts? First, of all your in need of manors. You think I am some dumb ass who can't hear my name on the lips of that dirty girl? Yes, dumb ass I know she wants to talk to me. She want to talk to one of the best. She knows that I can ad her in taking out the trash that passes for women wrestlers here.

See, the girls in the back are nothing more then barbie doll wanna be's. Me I am of a different mode. I am a true wrestler. I am a fighter, I don't have a problem bleeding for this sport. I have honor, as well as a need to prove I am the best.

Yes, Angel wants me to help her with the champion and those annoying bitish dumb ass twins. See, me and Angel are the true face of the Angels divistion. We are elite warriors who are surrounded by worthless trash. So, if you find Angel before me... Let her know I am looking for her also.

With that, Misfitt slams the mic into The camera mans chest.

[DARKSIDE]

Moments later, another camera man is seen following Angel through the halls backstage. Angel is still looking for Misfitt....

Miiiiiissssfffiiiittt! Oh, Miiiiiissssfffiiiiittttt!! Come out, come out, "monkey face". I've got some stuff I wanna talk to you about! It's gonna be SO much fun!! **giggle giggle**[/b]

Angel catches a black and purple blur out of the corner of her eye and quickly turns her head to the side with a gasp. She sports a mischevous grin as she sneaks down the hall, presumably to surprise Misfitt. Angel pounces out from around the corner and blindly tackles the figure dressed in purple and black!

Instantly, the tackled woman screams out in protest. Protest.......laced with a thick british accent! Angel quickly lets go and hops up to her feet, realizing she has just plowed right into Sabrina Sinister!

AY! What the 'ell is this? Ya bloody fat cow! Ye can't just go 'round tackling people, luv. You're not all together upstairs, are ya now?

Angel just chuckles behind a defensive sneer...

Oh...you have NO idea! Ha ha ha...[/b]

Sabrina dusts herself off and works the soreness out of her right shoulder...

Hmm...looks like me and Sasha still ain't taught you a thing about respect. 'ave we, deary? We saw what you and your skeezy mates have been up to....forming that new group and all.

Sounds good to us! Where do we sign up, luv?

Angel takes a step back, shocked at Sabrina's boldness...

You?? Want to join our group? You and Sasha Slut-face?? Fuuuuuuuck THAT!!

After everything you've done to me? After all the fights? You just don't get it, do you..."luv" I don't fucking LIKE you! I hate you and your sister, and I hope you both eat some bad fish and chips one day and die a slow, bloody, painful DEATH choking on your own VOMIT!!!!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!![/b]

Sabrina looks shocked but is trying to fight back laughter at the same time....

Well...touched a nerve, did I? Ha ha ha haaa..... Here's the thing. You might not like me....or me sis. We aren't too fond of you either. But, we've been going solo for too long now. We need to become part of something bigger. Your little faction there....is just the ticket, luv! We want IN!

Angel just stands there, her chest heaving with rage and her pale eyes buring a hole staight through Sabrina......

Sabrina takes her silence as a negative reply....

So....you want to do this "your way", do ye? Alright then. How's about this? Me and Sasha team up in a match against you and.....whoever is pathetic enough to want to help you....and we'll BEAT our way past you and into your little group....whether you like it, or not!

If you can manage to beat us, we'll just bugger off....and never talk of this ever again.

What do ya say, witchy-poo? 'Ave we got a deal then?

Sabrina stands with her hands on her hips, glaring as Angel thinks over this proposal.

Suddenly, Angel's attention is turned to the sound of footsteps rushing up from around the corner!

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[KraZ]

Those foot steps are that of the true purple and black warrior. She moves into the view. Steps infront of Angel. Lowers her head into Sabrias face. This knocks the girl back a bit.

Misfitt: You want a war, you british stain, fine you got one. You want to join the elites. Well that's just not going to happen. You want a tag match. I am all about tag team warfare. But when the time comes and me or Angel move in for the kill, just remember you asked for it. You cared very little for you live, for you stepped into the ring with, the Murder Dollz. Now be on your way stain, or I may not wait. I may take you out right now.

[DARKSIDE]

Sabrina thinks better of taking Misfitt on right then in the hallway, especially without the backup of her sister...

She backs away from Misfitt and then turns to walk on down the hall with a frustrated sigh....

Alright then. I'll tell Sasha the good news.....and we'll see the BOTH of you "dirty birds" out in that ring next week. Get ready to say hello to your new stable mates! Ha ha ha haaa....

Angel, still annoyed by Sabrina's cocky attitude, takes her frustration out on a nearby trash can, knocking it over and causing its contents to fly out across the hallway. Misfitt comes up behind her and smacks Angel on the back of her head....which helps her regain her focus. Angel growls at the stinging pain, but slowly turns her head to look Misfitt in the face and she cracks a wicked smirk....

"Murder Dollz", huh? I like the sound of that, baby! Those British whores are sooooooooooooooooooo DEAD!! **giggle**[/b]

Angel's giggle slowly develops into a loud laugh as she and Misfitt make their way down the hall....

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