Post by Melissa Reed on Mar 12, 2014 21:16:16 GMT -5
March 7- NCW, Locker Room, 9:00 PM
The locker room buzzed with excitement of the show. It had been an interesting one but Melissa felt no thrill, because this wasn't her company to feel attached to. She had been brought in for a charity match, an exchange program to keep talents known to the audience. She had steady following of fans after all the companies she had been in. The crowd loved how wild in the ring she was, an air of unpredictability kept everyone wondering what was under her sleeve and they ate up her gimmick. Was her a good guy or was she the bad guy? Harlequin was mysterious.
She bent over to undo each bottom on her boot, it slide off with ease before she tossed it with the match. Melissa glanced over her shoulder when the door opened to let in three 'Glimmers' from the women division. They were wrapped up in their conversation so Melissa returned to stripping her clothes off. Haley sat to her left with an annoyed expression stretched over her beautiful features. The three women were aggravating.
Glimmer 1: “She won because she shot that stupid gun at me. If you don't have skills then you compensate with a over the top gimmick. What is she?”
Glimmer 3: “A clown.”
Glimmer 2: “Mika's match was a joke.”
Glimmer 1: “Jo-ho needs to give up this gig. She's a dino.”
The laughter filled the room again. While Hayley looked over at Melissa, she was shocked to find her unusually calm. She had already replaced her costume with normal street clothes. Melissa removed the vibrant green wig to place it into her bag with the rest of her costume. Their comments seemed to go on deaf ears. She had grown accustom to slander of her gimmick and people could never take her serious until she entered the ring. Each and every insult they spit in her direction rolled right off of her. With her wild outfits, antics that made people uncomfortable occasionally and the openness she carried, that was what truly set her up. It set her up as an easy target.
Glimmer 2: “She's a joke too.”
Glimmer 1: “Should rename herself Clown Girl.”
Melissa Reed: “I'll see you around Hayley. You did a wonderful dismantling Jo-jo.”
Hayley: “Thank you Mel. She's a tough opponent. It was so great to see you again. I wish you'd actually join.“
Melissa Reed: “I know, sweetie but I have a new home to cause chaos in. I'll come back again in no time.”
Hayley: “I look forward to it.”
She flashed the other woman a grin while she scooped up her bag to leave. The three Glimmers turned on the bench where they were stationed. Melissa lifted a brow, curious, she'd quit listening to them squawk their foolish insults. They'd continued to speak though. From the way they kept staring, it seemed they had asked her something, Melissa cleared her throat.
Melissa Reed: “Oh, I'm sorry! Did you say something else? I stopped listening because all I heard was bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.”
Glimmer 1: “That was the worst joke I've ever heard. I asked if you were going to go slut around tonight?”
Still stained red lips twisted into a smirk. This was another easy low-blow to attempt to hit her. It never worked. She wasn't shy with her body, the words she chose to say, or her sexual experiences. Even with how much she did flirt or tease it wasn't like she slept with everything that moved.
Melissa Reed: “You know, there is a huge difference between flirt and slut. See, what I do is mostly flirting. When I find a guy who I like then I might sleep with him. You on the other hand, are failing miserably at being a flirt. The key is to NOT jump into bed with every guy that says you have a nice ass. My advice? Keep your legs shut until you can distinguish the two.”
Her shoulders shrugged. A few of the other women in the locker room laughed but Miss Number One Glimmer couldn't. She didn't even give her best materiel and the woman was already fuming. Smoke out the ears and a very red face. Melissa gave a wave to the others then skipped out of the locker room.
“Bye, kiddies!”
She did have a special friend that she made plans with. He was well known. Men hated him and women loved him, well most of them. He left a trail of broken hearts but Melissa had never fallen for him. They were good friends but not so much of the emotional love stuff. For the most part, it was physical. An understanding between the two of them. His type was play-boy and Melissa wasn't a relationship type of girl right now. They were a good match.
Her eyes drifted across the parking lot to her neon green ford focus. One last hurrah before she left the Sin City for her new 'home.' Melissa had a long trip ahead of her the next day. The road would be long but it'd be worth it. She didn't have a whole lot keeping her here in the great Sin City. It was time for a change of scenery.
The president of OCW, Dean, had approached her, well, it was more of a mutual approach. She needed a new company to cause some chaos in and he needed new talent. Melissa was giddy with excitement to travel a new place. There were new opponents to tease and new titles to win. The radio blasted an upbeat tune and Melissa smiled while she tapped her fingers to the stirring wheel.
The one thing that ran through her mind was next week. How would she approach this one? She wanted to make a statement. Her fingers continued to drum on the wheel as she hummed along to the music. It didn't matter but it would be entertaining.
Later, Beck Ramsey's House, 7:00 PM
Melissa was clad in a black v-neck shirt that clung against her stomach. It was paired with a dark pair of worn, low cut jeans. The way her arm was propped against the door frame flaunted her bare hip. She lifted her her phone up to check the time then leaned forward to press the door bell. When the door opened up, a smirk tug on her lips, eyes drifted up the handsome body of Beck Ramsey, who was wearing only a pair of black pajama bottoms.
Melissa Reed: “Did you miss me, big boy?”
Beck Ramsey: “How could I not?”
Her arm dropped from the door frame, when she approached him both of her arms wrapped around his upper arm to press it against her warm chest. Beck backed into his house as she was holding on to his arm as if to lead her in. Upon turning around, he used his leg to shut the door behind them then moved her back enough to kiss her.
Beck Ramsey: “Ya’ must have missed me more though, huh?”
Melissa Reed: “Mmmaybe. I did miss those lips though.”
Based on the confident smirk on Beck’s handsome features, he knew how she felt about him quite well. They weren’t lovers so he didn’t have to say ‘I love you’ or any mushy crap like that. This was a case of two adults knowing exactly what they wanted and just enjoying it.
Beck Ramsey: “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your…”
Ramsey allowed his eyes to travel down to her cleavage then back up to her eyes once more.
“...company?”
Melissa finally released his arm from her hold but her hands didn’t leave his body for long. Her fingertips walked up his chest then slipped down to the waistband of his pajama-bottoms. She twisted her index in the loop of one the strings of his pants.
Melissa Reed: “I told you on Twitter that I’d be by, lover. I won’t be around much longer and let’s just say, I’m going to miss you. There aren’t many men like you that just pop into my life. Besides, I know you are going to miss me just as much, if not more. So I graced you with my presence.”
Beck Ramsey: “Well…”
Beck’s smirk widened into a bit of an amused grin.
“Why don’t you grace me with a little something else while you’re here?”
When Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck she also leaned up on her tip-toes so she could kiss him again. Her body pressed against his. One of her legs bent up to rub against his groin, showing off her impressive flexibility. Their lips separated but only an inch so she could speak.
Melissa Reed: “If that is what you want, big boy.”
Their lips meshed together. Her hand tangled itself up in his long, mane-like hair as her tongue brushed against his bottom lip before his lips parted. They always had a struggle of dominance. Her leg dragged down his leg then up again, so her knee rubbed against his sensitive area. Melissa pulled away first as Beck licked his lips gently, taking in her essence.
Melissa Reed: “God, I missed you.”
Beck Ramsey: “Fuck this cordial shit. I’m gonna’ fuck your brains out.”
Melissa: “How sweet, baby.”
Melissa chuckled. Beck clutched her in his strong arms and pulled her rather roughly to his own mouth, kissing her in the very same fashion Indiana Jones would as his fingers moved down and clutched at her shirt, clumsily attempting to pull it off as he did. Her hands went straight to his pajama-bottoms to yank them down. Hungrily the two of them left a trail of clothes behind them as they made their way to Beck's bedroom.
March 8- The Morning After, 5:00 AM
The soft alarm on her cell phone broke through the quiet. Melissa woke up with Beck's arm draped over her nude form. Even though his bed was the most comfortable thing in the world she had to leave. This was typical. His face was turned away as he breathed softly still deep in slumber. She carefully removed his arm from over her, carefully moved the covers, carefully picked up her cell to shut it off and carefully climbed out of bed.
The two of them had worked out an unsaid system. They spent the night together, one of them would sneak out in the morning without a word and the next time they met it wouldn't be mentioned. It was logical enough for two people who wanted to keep things simple. You are friends, you enjoy each others company, joke around but you also sleep together causally because you don't want to hunt for random people for sex. You allow yourself to fall into something special without love complicating it.
Melissa lowered her self on her knees to search for her undergarments. Her bra was halfway under the bed. She stretched to grab it and pull it out. The rest of her clothes were all over the place. Panties were near his bathroom across the room. She clipped on her bra while she tip-toe to snatch up her panties. Slowly, she slipped them up. Melissa tip toed back to Beck her body bent over to give his cheek a gently kiss before she silently slipped right out of the bedroom. Melissa hurried down the hall to collect her scattered clothing. Shirt was on a lamp in the hallway, socks near the door to the guest room with her shoes, pants were near the kitchen.
This was a normal morning at Beck's house with Melissa. It was somewhat rare for Beck to lead the girl to his house because sometimes- it was hard to get them to leave. Luring them in was the easiest part and making them go away the hardest. She was different. She didn't want to linger around to cuddle him or anything. She didn't stay wrapped up in him so they could have a romantic morning. Instead, she was the one who left fresh coffee in the pot, filled his house with the sweet aroma but left no other trace she was ever there.
They talked again but who knew when. Melissa tore out of Beck's driveway as she sipped the coffee mug she'd taken from his house. This would be a good trip.
March 8, An Unknown Hall
There is a click of heels echoing through a dark hallway. A dim light hangs from the ceiling flicking on and off. It gives glances at the disheveled hall. There are playing cards littered around the floor, random dusty papers , and red paint graffiti is on all the visible walls. The camera pans over to an antique chair. A loud high pitch laugh echos and a female voice begins to speak.
The Harlequin: “You want to know something funny? We all have really bad days. The worst day for all you, I mean, ALL of you will be when something new comes. You don't believe me? It'll invade the schedule you've made. Not the literal one, no, it's the one you've made up- in your mind. The unseen one that you've fallen into. It's a rule of human nature. Norms that are invisible to the naked eye, but they are there. The people you love, the places you go, the matches you refuse, the things that piss you off. Inescapable habits brought down through the years of your life. You all have this plan in mind, the way you believe your life will go- should go. You'll conquer the rest of the roster, become the champion with a fancy, shiny, new belt to wear and everyone will love you. If they don't adore you- then they are wrong, filth under you feet who should worship the very sound of your name. Am I wrong?
There is more shrill laughter.
“ I doubt I am. Maybe you want to watch the whole world burn down to ashes. The nature of chaos is your cup of tea because something in your mind isn't screwed on! Perhaps, you just want to be apart of something grand, something that you feel gives something bigger more meaning. You see, kiddies, you all fear it, even if you deny it. The chance encounter that makes you feel foolish because you now SEE it! Taste it, breathe in the choking matter of 'new' and it makes you panic. You panic now- panic now that what you planned is different. You don't know what to do with it. It's unheard of. Most repulsive of all, it's staring at you in the face and no matter how hard you try, it won't go away! Am I still wrong?”
There is now a figure standing in front of the chair with stripped stockings and bright purple shorts. The mid-drift is nude but you can see the ends of a yellow vest. The female laughs again.
“Are you a troubled- child that worked hard to become what you are? Are you an older champion that clings to the glory but it continues to slip away? Or maybe -maybe you are an part of 'underdogs', not a good one, but you are there. Sniffing to get a whiff of the good, expensive things in life. When something new comes down to greet you.... What will you do? You only have a few options. You'll be shocked, baffled, appalled by it's appearance and actions because it isn't the standard. You'll write it off as nothing more than pure insanity that is simply in your way. Face it head on because you underestimate it. Are you going to give it the benefit of the doubt? Believe that behind the appearance I'm- it's an actually a threat?”
The woman taps her fingers against her thigh.
“Am I STILL wrong? No. Every single one of my new opponents will react accordingly to what I just said. It is in your nature to fall into line. The limits you set for yourself, the schedule you've made even if you didn't see it. Most of you might do the nice thing, the right thing by society standards, to say the appropriate thing. You'll say I have skills but they won't be good enough to beat you. Oh, boo-hoo!”
This is a fake cry but it is in no way sarcastic in sound. The cries turn into a chuckle. The voice sounds more serious now.
“I am the new thing that'll flip everything onto it's head. Just wait and see, kiddies. I'm so eager to meet all of you. You are all so NEW and exciting. Who knows how you will react to certain things, oh please, oh, will you surprise me? Now, don't think that I honestly care what is going on in your head. That psychology-mumbo jumbo is so boring. Let's think about something better- something more fun- something real. The match will be a regular girls night out but only one of us will wake up the next morning. One of us will be the last, the best, the winner. So tell me darlings, do you like new things or do they scare you?”
Harlequin bends down to finally be seen by the camera. Her head is tilt to the side with a lunatic, cheerful grin on her face. She blows a seductive kiss. Suddenly the screen fills up with the word “HA” then it goes black.
The locker room buzzed with excitement of the show. It had been an interesting one but Melissa felt no thrill, because this wasn't her company to feel attached to. She had been brought in for a charity match, an exchange program to keep talents known to the audience. She had steady following of fans after all the companies she had been in. The crowd loved how wild in the ring she was, an air of unpredictability kept everyone wondering what was under her sleeve and they ate up her gimmick. Was her a good guy or was she the bad guy? Harlequin was mysterious.
She bent over to undo each bottom on her boot, it slide off with ease before she tossed it with the match. Melissa glanced over her shoulder when the door opened to let in three 'Glimmers' from the women division. They were wrapped up in their conversation so Melissa returned to stripping her clothes off. Haley sat to her left with an annoyed expression stretched over her beautiful features. The three women were aggravating.
Glimmer 1: “She won because she shot that stupid gun at me. If you don't have skills then you compensate with a over the top gimmick. What is she?”
Glimmer 3: “A clown.”
Glimmer 2: “Mika's match was a joke.”
Glimmer 1: “Jo-ho needs to give up this gig. She's a dino.”
The laughter filled the room again. While Hayley looked over at Melissa, she was shocked to find her unusually calm. She had already replaced her costume with normal street clothes. Melissa removed the vibrant green wig to place it into her bag with the rest of her costume. Their comments seemed to go on deaf ears. She had grown accustom to slander of her gimmick and people could never take her serious until she entered the ring. Each and every insult they spit in her direction rolled right off of her. With her wild outfits, antics that made people uncomfortable occasionally and the openness she carried, that was what truly set her up. It set her up as an easy target.
Glimmer 2: “She's a joke too.”
Glimmer 1: “Should rename herself Clown Girl.”
Melissa Reed: “I'll see you around Hayley. You did a wonderful dismantling Jo-jo.”
Hayley: “Thank you Mel. She's a tough opponent. It was so great to see you again. I wish you'd actually join.“
Melissa Reed: “I know, sweetie but I have a new home to cause chaos in. I'll come back again in no time.”
Hayley: “I look forward to it.”
She flashed the other woman a grin while she scooped up her bag to leave. The three Glimmers turned on the bench where they were stationed. Melissa lifted a brow, curious, she'd quit listening to them squawk their foolish insults. They'd continued to speak though. From the way they kept staring, it seemed they had asked her something, Melissa cleared her throat.
Melissa Reed: “Oh, I'm sorry! Did you say something else? I stopped listening because all I heard was bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.”
Glimmer 1: “That was the worst joke I've ever heard. I asked if you were going to go slut around tonight?”
Still stained red lips twisted into a smirk. This was another easy low-blow to attempt to hit her. It never worked. She wasn't shy with her body, the words she chose to say, or her sexual experiences. Even with how much she did flirt or tease it wasn't like she slept with everything that moved.
Melissa Reed: “You know, there is a huge difference between flirt and slut. See, what I do is mostly flirting. When I find a guy who I like then I might sleep with him. You on the other hand, are failing miserably at being a flirt. The key is to NOT jump into bed with every guy that says you have a nice ass. My advice? Keep your legs shut until you can distinguish the two.”
Her shoulders shrugged. A few of the other women in the locker room laughed but Miss Number One Glimmer couldn't. She didn't even give her best materiel and the woman was already fuming. Smoke out the ears and a very red face. Melissa gave a wave to the others then skipped out of the locker room.
“Bye, kiddies!”
She did have a special friend that she made plans with. He was well known. Men hated him and women loved him, well most of them. He left a trail of broken hearts but Melissa had never fallen for him. They were good friends but not so much of the emotional love stuff. For the most part, it was physical. An understanding between the two of them. His type was play-boy and Melissa wasn't a relationship type of girl right now. They were a good match.
Her eyes drifted across the parking lot to her neon green ford focus. One last hurrah before she left the Sin City for her new 'home.' Melissa had a long trip ahead of her the next day. The road would be long but it'd be worth it. She didn't have a whole lot keeping her here in the great Sin City. It was time for a change of scenery.
The president of OCW, Dean, had approached her, well, it was more of a mutual approach. She needed a new company to cause some chaos in and he needed new talent. Melissa was giddy with excitement to travel a new place. There were new opponents to tease and new titles to win. The radio blasted an upbeat tune and Melissa smiled while she tapped her fingers to the stirring wheel.
The one thing that ran through her mind was next week. How would she approach this one? She wanted to make a statement. Her fingers continued to drum on the wheel as she hummed along to the music. It didn't matter but it would be entertaining.
Later, Beck Ramsey's House, 7:00 PM
Melissa was clad in a black v-neck shirt that clung against her stomach. It was paired with a dark pair of worn, low cut jeans. The way her arm was propped against the door frame flaunted her bare hip. She lifted her her phone up to check the time then leaned forward to press the door bell. When the door opened up, a smirk tug on her lips, eyes drifted up the handsome body of Beck Ramsey, who was wearing only a pair of black pajama bottoms.
Melissa Reed: “Did you miss me, big boy?”
Beck Ramsey: “How could I not?”
Her arm dropped from the door frame, when she approached him both of her arms wrapped around his upper arm to press it against her warm chest. Beck backed into his house as she was holding on to his arm as if to lead her in. Upon turning around, he used his leg to shut the door behind them then moved her back enough to kiss her.
Beck Ramsey: “Ya’ must have missed me more though, huh?”
Melissa Reed: “Mmmaybe. I did miss those lips though.”
Based on the confident smirk on Beck’s handsome features, he knew how she felt about him quite well. They weren’t lovers so he didn’t have to say ‘I love you’ or any mushy crap like that. This was a case of two adults knowing exactly what they wanted and just enjoying it.
Beck Ramsey: “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your…”
Ramsey allowed his eyes to travel down to her cleavage then back up to her eyes once more.
“...company?”
Melissa finally released his arm from her hold but her hands didn’t leave his body for long. Her fingertips walked up his chest then slipped down to the waistband of his pajama-bottoms. She twisted her index in the loop of one the strings of his pants.
Melissa Reed: “I told you on Twitter that I’d be by, lover. I won’t be around much longer and let’s just say, I’m going to miss you. There aren’t many men like you that just pop into my life. Besides, I know you are going to miss me just as much, if not more. So I graced you with my presence.”
Beck Ramsey: “Well…”
Beck’s smirk widened into a bit of an amused grin.
“Why don’t you grace me with a little something else while you’re here?”
When Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck she also leaned up on her tip-toes so she could kiss him again. Her body pressed against his. One of her legs bent up to rub against his groin, showing off her impressive flexibility. Their lips separated but only an inch so she could speak.
Melissa Reed: “If that is what you want, big boy.”
Their lips meshed together. Her hand tangled itself up in his long, mane-like hair as her tongue brushed against his bottom lip before his lips parted. They always had a struggle of dominance. Her leg dragged down his leg then up again, so her knee rubbed against his sensitive area. Melissa pulled away first as Beck licked his lips gently, taking in her essence.
Melissa Reed: “God, I missed you.”
Beck Ramsey: “Fuck this cordial shit. I’m gonna’ fuck your brains out.”
Melissa: “How sweet, baby.”
Melissa chuckled. Beck clutched her in his strong arms and pulled her rather roughly to his own mouth, kissing her in the very same fashion Indiana Jones would as his fingers moved down and clutched at her shirt, clumsily attempting to pull it off as he did. Her hands went straight to his pajama-bottoms to yank them down. Hungrily the two of them left a trail of clothes behind them as they made their way to Beck's bedroom.
March 8- The Morning After, 5:00 AM
The soft alarm on her cell phone broke through the quiet. Melissa woke up with Beck's arm draped over her nude form. Even though his bed was the most comfortable thing in the world she had to leave. This was typical. His face was turned away as he breathed softly still deep in slumber. She carefully removed his arm from over her, carefully moved the covers, carefully picked up her cell to shut it off and carefully climbed out of bed.
The two of them had worked out an unsaid system. They spent the night together, one of them would sneak out in the morning without a word and the next time they met it wouldn't be mentioned. It was logical enough for two people who wanted to keep things simple. You are friends, you enjoy each others company, joke around but you also sleep together causally because you don't want to hunt for random people for sex. You allow yourself to fall into something special without love complicating it.
Melissa lowered her self on her knees to search for her undergarments. Her bra was halfway under the bed. She stretched to grab it and pull it out. The rest of her clothes were all over the place. Panties were near his bathroom across the room. She clipped on her bra while she tip-toe to snatch up her panties. Slowly, she slipped them up. Melissa tip toed back to Beck her body bent over to give his cheek a gently kiss before she silently slipped right out of the bedroom. Melissa hurried down the hall to collect her scattered clothing. Shirt was on a lamp in the hallway, socks near the door to the guest room with her shoes, pants were near the kitchen.
This was a normal morning at Beck's house with Melissa. It was somewhat rare for Beck to lead the girl to his house because sometimes- it was hard to get them to leave. Luring them in was the easiest part and making them go away the hardest. She was different. She didn't want to linger around to cuddle him or anything. She didn't stay wrapped up in him so they could have a romantic morning. Instead, she was the one who left fresh coffee in the pot, filled his house with the sweet aroma but left no other trace she was ever there.
They talked again but who knew when. Melissa tore out of Beck's driveway as she sipped the coffee mug she'd taken from his house. This would be a good trip.
March 8, An Unknown Hall
There is a click of heels echoing through a dark hallway. A dim light hangs from the ceiling flicking on and off. It gives glances at the disheveled hall. There are playing cards littered around the floor, random dusty papers , and red paint graffiti is on all the visible walls. The camera pans over to an antique chair. A loud high pitch laugh echos and a female voice begins to speak.
The Harlequin: “You want to know something funny? We all have really bad days. The worst day for all you, I mean, ALL of you will be when something new comes. You don't believe me? It'll invade the schedule you've made. Not the literal one, no, it's the one you've made up- in your mind. The unseen one that you've fallen into. It's a rule of human nature. Norms that are invisible to the naked eye, but they are there. The people you love, the places you go, the matches you refuse, the things that piss you off. Inescapable habits brought down through the years of your life. You all have this plan in mind, the way you believe your life will go- should go. You'll conquer the rest of the roster, become the champion with a fancy, shiny, new belt to wear and everyone will love you. If they don't adore you- then they are wrong, filth under you feet who should worship the very sound of your name. Am I wrong?
There is more shrill laughter.
“ I doubt I am. Maybe you want to watch the whole world burn down to ashes. The nature of chaos is your cup of tea because something in your mind isn't screwed on! Perhaps, you just want to be apart of something grand, something that you feel gives something bigger more meaning. You see, kiddies, you all fear it, even if you deny it. The chance encounter that makes you feel foolish because you now SEE it! Taste it, breathe in the choking matter of 'new' and it makes you panic. You panic now- panic now that what you planned is different. You don't know what to do with it. It's unheard of. Most repulsive of all, it's staring at you in the face and no matter how hard you try, it won't go away! Am I still wrong?”
There is now a figure standing in front of the chair with stripped stockings and bright purple shorts. The mid-drift is nude but you can see the ends of a yellow vest. The female laughs again.
“Are you a troubled- child that worked hard to become what you are? Are you an older champion that clings to the glory but it continues to slip away? Or maybe -maybe you are an part of 'underdogs', not a good one, but you are there. Sniffing to get a whiff of the good, expensive things in life. When something new comes down to greet you.... What will you do? You only have a few options. You'll be shocked, baffled, appalled by it's appearance and actions because it isn't the standard. You'll write it off as nothing more than pure insanity that is simply in your way. Face it head on because you underestimate it. Are you going to give it the benefit of the doubt? Believe that behind the appearance I'm- it's an actually a threat?”
The woman taps her fingers against her thigh.
“Am I STILL wrong? No. Every single one of my new opponents will react accordingly to what I just said. It is in your nature to fall into line. The limits you set for yourself, the schedule you've made even if you didn't see it. Most of you might do the nice thing, the right thing by society standards, to say the appropriate thing. You'll say I have skills but they won't be good enough to beat you. Oh, boo-hoo!”
This is a fake cry but it is in no way sarcastic in sound. The cries turn into a chuckle. The voice sounds more serious now.
“I am the new thing that'll flip everything onto it's head. Just wait and see, kiddies. I'm so eager to meet all of you. You are all so NEW and exciting. Who knows how you will react to certain things, oh please, oh, will you surprise me? Now, don't think that I honestly care what is going on in your head. That psychology-mumbo jumbo is so boring. Let's think about something better- something more fun- something real. The match will be a regular girls night out but only one of us will wake up the next morning. One of us will be the last, the best, the winner. So tell me darlings, do you like new things or do they scare you?”
Harlequin bends down to finally be seen by the camera. Her head is tilt to the side with a lunatic, cheerful grin on her face. She blows a seductive kiss. Suddenly the screen fills up with the word “HA” then it goes black.
