Have you ever woken up where your head felt like someone was taking a hammer and chisel to it -- from the inside out? How about waking up in the middle of the night with that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you know the one. The one where you're trying to decide for yourself if it's worth running for the bathroom or if you can just take aim at the trash basket at the side of the bed? (You can always throw the entire basket away in the morning, after all.) Oh, and whatever you do, do
not get us started on the dreaded 'cotton mouth' experience!
Yes, that about sums it up for what one-half of the Party Girls, Brandi Shotze, is feeling right about now as she sits at the small breakfast table in Cookie's Las Vegas apartment, with her tag team partner sitting across from her who is wearing a sardonic grin on her face. In just two days time, the two women would step into the ring against Trish Newborn and Bianca Solderini in a bid to make it not only to the next SCW supercard, entitled "Into the Void," but also get one step closer to becoming the inaugural SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions. Cookie wanted to keep a level head for the remainder of their training period, but Brandi wanted one last hurrah before they really started to focus, so Cookie agreed to another girl's night out.
(Yeah like she would have said 'no' to the girly gang hitting Thunder From Down Under!)
<img src=http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/nevada/las-vegas/images/s/thunder-from-down-under.jpg>(Seriously, would you have?)
Cookie dropped two tablets into a glass of water and they started fizzing immediately, and she slid the glass over in front of Brandi who grasped it in one hand while massaging her temples with the other.
"Christ!" Brandi groaned softly but with vigor. "What the hell were those things we were drinking last night!?"
"Kamikazes." Cookie answered. "Vodka, Triple Sec, and lime juice."
"Doesn't sound like much." Brandi murmured. "So why the hell do I feel like shit?"
Cookie played with her hair and shrugged, "Well one or two aren't much. Three you really start to feel them. You drank about ten."
Brandi shook her hand and took a sip of her treated water, "I don't remember hardly anything from last night."
"Good." Cookie nodded. "That'll make a good defense in court. I don't know if you'll be allowed back in there, especially after you started collecting thongs."
"Shit." Brandi said as she pushed the glass aside and rested her elbow on the table with her chin in the palm of her hand. "The one thing I wish I could remember and it's lost on me."
"So was your last paycheck." Cookie pointed out. "You remember cashing it and stuffing the whole thing down that one guy's jock?"
"Was it worth it?" Brandi asked, squinting at Cookie as though the kitchen light was hurting her eyes.
"You tell me." Cookie laughed. "He's passed out on the sofa over there!"
Brandi sat straight up and turned to look into the living room, and yes indeed, a very handsome man with long hair was out cold on the pull-out sofa, his body completely bare but covered modestly by the sheets.
"Daaaaamn." Brandi moaned as she turned her head back around and grabbed for the water again. "Now if only I could remember what we did."
"Well maybe if we're lucky you'll get a friendly reminder in about nine months."
Brandi opened one eye and peered at Cookie and she shook her head, "Not funny."
Cookie shrugged, "I was mildly amused."
Brandi shook her head and lifted the glass to her lips again, mumbling, "I feel like shit."
"You look like something the cat hocked up." Cookie observed.
("Now was that a very nice thing to say?")
Cookie frowned and turned her head and looked around while Brandi finished the glass and set it back down. Brandi said, "Thanks a hell of a lot." She slid the glass over to Cookie and said, "Now how about Bloody Mary'ing this up a bit?"
"Uh uh." Cookie said, taking the glass and sliding it out of Brandi's reach. "We made a deal girlfriend. We have to keep our heads clear if we plan on putting those two tarts away and going to the finals at the biggie."
"I don't see what you're so worried about." Brandi observed. "Those two were lucky enough last week getting by those two Mean chicks."
"Psht!" Cookie taunted. "
Someone was bound to put the two prissies away. Hell we beat Veronica once in a tag team match, but I admit I was surprised Trish and Bianca pulled it off."
Brandi said, "They probably got the referee on their side, by pulling something else off."
A chocolate brown cat leapt up onto the table top and let out a rather audible 'meow' and Brandi groaned, closing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair, holding her head. "Not so loud." She moaned and Cookie's cat jumped back down off of the table and trotted off.
Brandi slowly brought her head up and asked, "So why aren't you all hung over like me? You were drinking those damn kamikazes too."
"Oh I was drinking." Cookie nodded with a smile, putting her left arm back over the back of her chair. "But I'm also a big girl and I can hold my booze easier than you can."
Brandi just stared at Cookie and was seemingly waiting, and Cookie sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Okay, fine." Cookie aid. "Plus I cheated a little."
"What the hell do you mean 'cheated'?" Brandi asked with a frown. "How the hell do you cheat at drinking?"
Cookie shrugged, jetting out her bottom lip.
"Well first you swallow a cap full of cooking oil so it coats your stomach, then you can drink all night without really feeling any major effects..."
"And you did THAT!?" Brandi shouted and immediately felt regret as she grabbed at her head. She paused for a scant few moments so that the pounding in her head would start to slowly subside. After awhile, she looked at her partner through her fingers and shook her head.
"Why the hell did you do that? What was the point in even going out if you weren't going to get wasted?"
"Well
someone had to keep a level head last night!" Cookie leaned back and held her arms out. "Plus it was just the two of us so we had no designated driver."
"You could have called us a cab!" Brandi growled.
"Could have." Cookie nodded in agreement. "But we would have risked ending up in Seattle again, remember?"
"Christ I was trying to forget." Brandi said. "I still want to know how the hell we got the cab driver to drive so far."
Cookie's eyes were wide in wonder. "I'd just like to know how the hell we 'paid' for it!"
("Oh anyone reading this probably has a few good guesses.")
Cookie frowned and turned her head to look at the sleeping hunk of a man still passed out on the sofa. Seeing him asleep and unmoving, she ducked down and looked under the table but all that was under there was her cat cleaning himself.
("Oh you had to put that image in our heads, didn't you?")
Cookie raised her head up quickly out from under the table and looked from left to right. Brandi frowned at her buddy's mannerisms and she asked, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Cookie waited awhile and shook her head, "Nothing. You ready to get some breakfast?"
""Oh please!" Brandi groaned. "Don't even
mention food!"
Cookie blinked and said, "What, you don't feel like some eggs sunny side up so we can dip our toast in that runny yellow stuff?"
"Cookie, I swear to God..." Brandi closed her eyes and sat very still, her features turning a slight shade of green.
"No, you're right." Cookie nodded. "I think I'd rather have some pancakes with so much butter and syrup they turn the pancakes into a soggy mess and you have to eat it with a spoon and..."
Brandi jumped up, knocking her chair over and with her hand clamped over her mouth, she bolted for the restroom! Cookie's eyes were closed and she silently chuckled, sending her well proportioned body into jiggling spasms.
("Now that wasn't very nice.")
Cookie said, "Yeah, I know, but I figured if she gets all the bad stuff out of her system she and I will be in better shape to bust up those two hootches this Sunday."
("You really think you have a chance at going to the supercard and winning the titles?")
Cookie shrugged, "Sure, why not? Brandi and I have the experience factor as a team and we..." Cookie frowned and looked around, from left to right and back again. "Okay, who the hell is that?"
("Who's what?")
"That! Who's talking?"
("You are.")
"No!" Cookie emphasized with a curious anger in her voice. "I mean you!"
("Me?")
"Yes! Who are you? Hell, where are you?"
("I'm at my computer.")
"But who
are you?"
("Chris.")
"Chris?" Cookie frowned. "Who the hell is Chris?"
("The guy writing up your promo as we speak.")
Cookie blinked and her eyes slowly grew wide as saucers. Her eyes shifted in all direction. Up. Down. Left. Right. She slowly forced herself further back against her chair and mumbled, "Maybe I did have a little too much to drink last night."
