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Costume Battle Royal; RP 75
Topic Started: Oct 12 2006, 11:01 PM (90 Views)
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[dohtml] <p align="center"><font color="#808080" face="Times New Roman">&gt; Scene opens
with Angel standing in the kitchen on her cell phone.&lt;</font><p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>
Sure Joey... I'll be there as soon as I can. I just have to be in North
Carolina.</font></p>
<p align="center"><font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel chuckles some, as
she finishes up dinner. Ethan appears in the door way and stops, leaning
against it to watch her from behind with a grin on his face. &lt; </font></p>
<p align="center">

<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>
You bet Joey... You know how I am about body work. Even you say I am pretty
damn good at it. So... we meeting up in Dallas?&nbsp; </font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel nods as Ethan now listens to her
conversation, now intrigued and agitated. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>

Ok. I'll see you then.</font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel hangs up and sets her phone down on
the counter. Ethan walks up behind her and puts his arms around her. Angel
smiles feeling his arms around her. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#C0C0C0">&nbsp;<b>Ethan:</b> Hey
beautiful. Something smells good.</font></p>
<p align="center">

<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>Thanks big guy. </font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel turns around, looking up at Ethan,
who smiles at
her. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>Joey wants me to
help her with a couple projects that her and Adam have going on. I figured I
can go down to Dallas for a couple days and meet you in North Carolina for
All Hallows Eve, Unless you want to come with me?</font></p>

<p align="center">&gt;Ethan thinks for a moment but then remembers something. &lt;

</p>
<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> I have that meeting
with Warner Brothers this week. </font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>When are you actually
going to sign on to do that movie? </font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan: </b>When Carrie lets me .
. she wants to make sure I get what is owed to me. </font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>She takes good care of
Ethan Incorporated. </font></p>

<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan: </b>That she does. </font>
</p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel smirks &lt;<br>
<br>
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b> But she don't do as good as me? Or do
you think she does?</font></font></p>

<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel runs her hands up Ethan's chest,
stopping at his shoulders as she waits for him to reply. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">
<font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> No one could ever come close to doing as
good as you.</font><br>
<br>

&gt; Angel smiles, pleased with her husbands response. &lt;<br>
<br>
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b> Good. </font>
</font><br>
<br>
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel gently pushes Ethan towards the
table &lt;<br>

<br>
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b> Sit.. dinner is ready</font></font><br>
<br>
&gt; Angel chuckles and turns her back to him. She grabs the bowl of salad
and moves to the table putting it on there. Ethan backs up and watches her
move about the kitchen. &lt;<br>
<br>
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>Tameka wants to buy my apartment above
the garage. I told her no because it is all one building and it is the only
thing in Canada with my name on it. Aside from my car.</font></p>

<p align="center">
&gt; Angel smirks, and Ethan thinks for a moment. &lt;<br>
<br>
<font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> We could change that you know.</font><br>
<br>
&gt;Angel scrutinizes his face for a moment before replying. &lt;<br>

<br>
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>What are you talking about?</font><br>
<br>
<font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> Well . . . this house should be ours . . </font>
<p align="center">
&gt; Angel puts a large casserole dish on the table and uncovers it
revealing fresh baked lasagna. &lt;<p align="center">

<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>Angel:</b> Ethan.. I did not
pay for this house... you did... So it is yours. Me and Carrie just live
here.</font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel pours them each a glass of wine and
sits down. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> Just because I paid
for it . . </font></p>
<p align="center">&gt; Angel looks at him, and he realizes that no is the
answer. Ethan looks around nervously. &lt; </p>

<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> In other news . . .
ummm . . . . this salad looks fantastic. </font></p>
<p align="center">&gt; Ethan begins serving himself, then he takes a sip of
wine. Angel sighs, trying to hide her smile. &lt; </p>
<p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>
Well... Mr. Andrews.. it is your home.. do with it what you want. I'll try
my best to earn the right to share ownership with you.</font></p>

<p align="center">
&gt; Angel begins to eat, sipping her wine. Ethan smirks . . . seeing her
hiding

her smile. As Ethan begins to eat . . his foot begins to move over
towards

hers. Slowly inching his way and his foot begins to massage her foot
and
ankle. Angel smiles, enjoying his touch. &lt;<p align="center">
<b>&nbsp;</b><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> So, what does Joey have
lined up for you? </font>
<p align="center">
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel:</b> We are working on two Harley's. Both
will be custom and both will be Christmas gifts... One is for Joey's man
Dom... my cousin... and the other is for Angel's sister's man... It should
be interesting to work on. Two completely different styles. I am really
excited about it. </font>

<p align="center">
&gt; Angel eats some lasagna and then sips her wine. She then sighs &lt;</p>
<p align="center">
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>I think management at the NLCW hate me.
They are putting me in a match against these rookies who should be starting
the show, not being part of a Battle Royal.</font></p>
<p align="center">
&gt; Angel sighs deep, wondering why she is being punished. &lt;</p>

<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan: </b>I don't see it as
punishment. </font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>How could you not? I
am a serious competitor . . and I don't deserve this. </font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> Well no you don't . .
you're obviously the most experienced and dangerous competitor in this match
and the reward is a shot at the title. </font></p>
<p align="center">&gt; Angel thinks for a moment. &lt; </p>

<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan:</b> It's in the bag,
gorgeous. </font></p>
<p align="center"><font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>I don't . . . </font>
</p>
<p align="center">&gt; Ethan's foot continues to stroke her ankle delicately. &lt;</p>
<p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0"><b>Ethan: </b>Have you thought about
what you're wearing? </font></p>

<p align="center">&gt; Angel smiles. &lt;</p>
<p align="center"><font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>Yes I have... I'll
show you after you do the dishes.... </font></p>
<p align="center">&gt; Angel smirks as Ethan looks at her. The scene fades out
from there only to fade back in with Angel
<font face="Times New Roman">sitting on the couch. Angel sighs softly as she
shuts the TV off. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>

A costume Battle Royal. Who all is in this. We have </font>
<font color="#CC3300">Stacy Jones, Tanya Black, Chelsea York, Nicole
Moretti, Star, Kelly Rein and yours truly.&nbsp; Seven women. The prize is a
shot the NLCW Womens Championship Title.</font></p>
<p align="center">
&gt; Angel smirks. &lt;</p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>Angel:</b> What a joke.
Chelsea, Nicole and Star don't deserve to even be in the arena during this
event, let alone in a match. But they were put in because someone felt sorry
for them. Ok. Fine. I'll go along with it. I'll pretend that they are all
very skilled fighters. </font></p>

<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel runs a hand through her hair. &lt;</font></p>
<p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>
Who can I start with first. How about Star? No. Can't address her. She has
yet to say anything to me. Hmm... What about Kelly Rein? No, can't address
her either. Ah ha! Stacy Jones... </font></p>
<p align="center">

&gt; Angel sighs. &lt;</p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>Angel:</b> I can't address
her or Nicole Moretti, That just leaves Chelsea York and Tanya Black. But
which one should I take a stab at first. Let's go with Chelsea. I think this
match should be the last of your worries. Right now you have a very angry
Women's Champion breathing down your back. Why don't you save yourself the
ass whooping and change your damn theme song. I for one am tired of Crypt
coming out and bitching about you. Just pick a new one and move on girl. Ya
know. I see you have Summer McCoy training you. That's good. Summer used to
be great in the ring. She used to fill the seats. Now she is grooming you to
take her place. Sure she has defeated me, but she has never pinned me.
Infact out of all of the nine losses that I have had, less than half of them
are from my being pinned. That was during my early days in the NLCW. </font></p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman">&gt; Angel smirks some. &lt;</font></p>

<p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>
I have gotten a lot better since then. Just ask Tanya how good I am. Right
Tanya? No I am not going to brag or anything. You gave me one hell of a
match. It is what I needed. That's right. Make way for genuine compliments.
You pushed me to my limits. You made me think that you had the match won.
You made me step it up a notch and second guess myself. And for that you
have earned my respect. You pretty much beat it out of me.</font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman">
<p align="center">
&gt; Angel chuckles some. &lt;</p>

<p align="center">
<font color="#CC3300">Angel: Now, back to Chelsea. </font>
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">The thing of it is Chelsea, you
will never be up on the level that Stacey, Amerie, Crypt and myself are on.
We are on what is called the Champion Level. Chelsea, being new to all of
this I wish you the best of luck. </font></p>
<p align="center">
&gt; Angel sighs softly, shrugging. &lt;</p>
<p align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>Angel:</b> </font>

<font color="#CC3300">You could both prove me wrong and I could be the first
one out during our little match. However, I don't see that happening. I know
that I will hang on with everything that I have to make sure I am the last
one standing in that ring.</font><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">
See you both Sunday.</font></p>
<p align="center">
&gt; The scene fades out to black, then fades back in with the sound of
Angel's voice coming from behind the camera. &lt;</p>
<p align="center">
<b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300">Angel</font></b><font face="Times New Roman" color="#CC3300"><b>: </b>

Oh Ethan..</font></p>
<p align="center">
&gt; Ethan walks from the living room and looks past the camera. His jaw
nearly drops to the floor.&lt;<p align="center">
<font color="#CC3300"><b>Angel: </b>You like?</font><p align="center">
&gt; Ethan doesn't say a word he just moves past the camera. Angel chuckles as
the camera tries to follow but quickly snaps to black. &lt;[/dohtml]
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