Bob The Mob
10-22-2006, 11:20 PM
Jimmy Tuno (thoughts): “October 25. Less than a week from Halloween. How fittin’ that I should have a match with a mystery opponent tonight. I’ve had a mysterious past myself, that others don’t know about. They know about my history with the Mob; what they don’t know is--”
Woman’s voice: Jimmy…?
Jimmy jumps, startled, out of his trance; and regains his bearings: he’s in the back seat of a posh limousine, being taken to Rose Garden in Portland, OR for the night’s WildSide. Terri Dymond, his girlfriend/manager, and a New Yorker like him; sits across from him in the outfit she wears to the ring: a light green leopard-skin style blouse, black jeans, and biker-type boots. As always, her tattoo of a heart with a ribbon saying “USA” inside it is visible, on her upper-right arm. Jimmy wears his standard outfit.
Jimmy: T-Terri! Don’t scare me like that, OK?
Terri: Whaddaya mean? Ya ain’t got nothin’ ta worry about! You’re the new XTreme Champ, remember?
She points to Jimmy’s belt, laying next to him on his right.
Jimmy: Yeah, I’m just thinkin’…
Terri: ’Bout what?
Jimmy (quickly): Nothin’, nothin’.
Terri: Ya can tell me.
Jimmy (dismissively): Ferget it. I’m fine.
Terri: Well ya know what they say that means: F--
Jimmy: Terri, Terri, please… Think about our driver. …Look, it’s hard ta explain. Ya wouldn’t undastand.
Terri: Jimmy--
Jimmy (sighing resignedly): OK. (speaking softly) Ya see…
Two hours later, as Terri listens w i d e-e y e d…
Jimmy: …So that’s why…
Fifteen minutes later, as Terri continues to listen intently…
Jimmy: …Then there was…
An hour later, as Jimmy’s story finally winds down to a close; Terri looking as surprised as ever…
Jimmy: … An’ then I finally managed ta get outta that. (seeing Terri still looking shocked) Relax, that’s all behind me now (in unison; Terri barely able to speak) …An’ that’s the way it should be.
OOC - Sorry about the shortness; I had writer's block.
Woman’s voice: Jimmy…?
Jimmy jumps, startled, out of his trance; and regains his bearings: he’s in the back seat of a posh limousine, being taken to Rose Garden in Portland, OR for the night’s WildSide. Terri Dymond, his girlfriend/manager, and a New Yorker like him; sits across from him in the outfit she wears to the ring: a light green leopard-skin style blouse, black jeans, and biker-type boots. As always, her tattoo of a heart with a ribbon saying “USA” inside it is visible, on her upper-right arm. Jimmy wears his standard outfit.
Jimmy: T-Terri! Don’t scare me like that, OK?
Terri: Whaddaya mean? Ya ain’t got nothin’ ta worry about! You’re the new XTreme Champ, remember?
She points to Jimmy’s belt, laying next to him on his right.
Jimmy: Yeah, I’m just thinkin’…
Terri: ’Bout what?
Jimmy (quickly): Nothin’, nothin’.
Terri: Ya can tell me.
Jimmy (dismissively): Ferget it. I’m fine.
Terri: Well ya know what they say that means: F--
Jimmy: Terri, Terri, please… Think about our driver. …Look, it’s hard ta explain. Ya wouldn’t undastand.
Terri: Jimmy--
Jimmy (sighing resignedly): OK. (speaking softly) Ya see…
Two hours later, as Terri listens w i d e-e y e d…
Jimmy: …So that’s why…
Fifteen minutes later, as Terri continues to listen intently…
Jimmy: …Then there was…
An hour later, as Jimmy’s story finally winds down to a close; Terri looking as surprised as ever…
Jimmy: … An’ then I finally managed ta get outta that. (seeing Terri still looking shocked) Relax, that’s all behind me now (in unison; Terri barely able to speak) …An’ that’s the way it should be.
OOC - Sorry about the shortness; I had writer's block.