(OOC Note: I got permission from everyone in this roleplay, to use their characters)
Berlin, Germany.
A hotel room is seen, with running water heard in the background. The turn of the tap is heard, twisted off and the water stops running. From the bed, a cell phone is heard.
"Shit, shit, shit" Brandi Shotze voice is heard from the bathroom. "People always fucking call when you're in the shower"
Brandi immerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her full figured body as she grabs the phone from the bed and hits the button on the front.
"Cookie, hi" She says, her voice slightly higher than usual.
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"All good, you?" Brandi enquires.
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"Great"
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"Fuck yeah I'm up for that." Brandi says with a nod of her head, water dripping from her body. "Tonight's party is gonna be sweet. Spike is gonna be there, Kittie as well, Twitter says that Rage guy and that hot piece of ass Shane Boswell is gonna be there too"
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"Yeah, he can bump and grind with me anytime"
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"I will see you there!" Brandi says smiling
Brandi hits the button on her phone and drops it on the bed. She picks up a towel from the floor and puts it around her shoulder, rubbing it against her hair. Thoughts rush through her mind.
"These guys finally get me on the tour against another new person, Krystal Diamond.... sounds like a cheesy pornstar to me. Sounds like she needs to be on her back flashing the beaver to the world with a fake grin to match the fake tits."
Brandi dries her hair firmer
"I mean another new chick they pull in off the street to face me, but that's ok, I can deal with her. I saw the twitter announcement of her signing and I thought to myself I needed to instantly get on this dumb broad and show her who's the boss. Show her that this is not like any other place around. Need to show her that around this neck of the woods, wrestling isn't all about tits and ass. I can do that. I think that's why they book me against the newbies, to show the just what I can do, to show them that this place isn't as easy as flashing the melons and getting a title belt. Women here can fight, not like that stupid damn in a big wrestling company, who's name rhymes with belly belly. We don't earn our titles by waving them around or by who has the best tits. If we did, I'd have the bombshell title by now, because my mountains are far better then everyone elses."
Brandi drops the towel from her head, walking towards a mirror. Staring deep in it as she continues to think.
"I read up on this one, because I had this horrible feeling I was gonna get put against her, show the new people what it's like here. A volleyball chick? Are you fucking shitting me here? A chick who can hit a ball in the air thinks they can wrestle? Any douchebag can hit a light ball in the air, not every douchebag can do what I do. Great hiring policy SCW. Do you have a sports background? Yes, I play volleyball. Oh good, you're hired.... give me a fucking break. This isn't college little girl, this is wrestling, this is fighting in the real world, this is not sand and ass showing shorts, and high fives. This is lift you up, throw you down, break your bones kinda fighting. This is knock your head off your shoulders sport, not dancing around with the pretty girls, hitting a ball over a net. This is a contact game and I love letting my first make contact with little girls heads, just like the head of Krystal Diamond"
Brandi shakes her head.
"Still can't get over what a pornstar name that is. Ah well, I can make her feel what it's like to be a pornstar by putting her on her back and unloading on her face. Damn shame for her when I say unloading, I mean left hand, right hand, left hand, right hand. This little prissey volleyball chick is about to be buried here. Welcome to SCW, this is gonna hurt, a lot. A hell of a lot of pain on the cards here for this silly little deluded bitch. This ain't no beach party darling, ain't no one gonna take up for a feel up under a pier, this is all about teaching you a lesson. You seem hell bent on living college days, well time to learn a harsh lesson from Brandi.... YEAAAAAAAH!"
Later that night, still in Berlin, Germany.
The sounds of a thumping bass line is heard pulsating through a club. Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores are seen standing at the bar, two shots in front of them.
"Are you sure on these?" Cookie asks with an eyebrow raises
"Fuck yeah" Brandi replies "Last week, you showed me your world in Paris, with all the lady like clothes and my tits busting out all over, to give those French fairies a view of the ladies, well this week, you're in my world, and my tits only bust out of guys who are worth it. Real men, not men that reak of garlic"
Cookie nods as she listens, trying to heard the words above the music.
"Now drink and we then find a couple of well hung Germans and cement American/German relations" Brandi says
Both women pick up the shots and down them quickly. Cookie's face changes as the taste hits her tongue.
"What the hell were those?" Cookie asks
"Jaegermeister" Brandi replies.
Before they continue, Spike Staggs puts his hand on both their shoulders.
"Hello ladies" Spike says, his words slightly slurred.
"Spike!" Brandi says "Looking well"
Both Brandi and Cookie slap Spike on the behind simultaniously, causing Spike to jump.
"Feeling better now" Spike says.
From the left hand side of Cookie, Kittie approaches
"So is this party starting or what?" She says with a smile.
"Fucking eh!" Brandi replies "Oi, Fritz, get your fine German ass over here and lay down four Jaeger trains!"
The barman approaches, placing five shot glasses in front of all four of them.
"What's this?" Cookie asks
"It's five shots of Jaeger each and you shoot them, one after the other" Brandi explains.
"Better give us four of those huge beers while you're at it too" Kittie tells the barman, as he fills the shot glasses with Jaegermeister.
The barman nods and turns away. A minute or two later, he returns, placing the beers on the bar in front of the four.
"All aboard the Jaeger train" Brandi says with a wink.
The four pick up their first shot and slam it backwards, before slamming the glass down, almost simultaniously, before picking up their second and slamming it back, continuing all the way till they get to shot glass number five. All four finish, breathing in deeply.
"Wow!" Spike exclaims "That's some good shit!"
A voice behind them makes them turn around.
"So the party's started then" An English accent says.
The group turn their head to see Sxxxy Shane Boswell right behind them, with Rage standing just behind him.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Shane says "Let's get wankered!"
The small crowd cheer and the camera focuses on Brandi's face.
"Tonight we party, but Sunday Krystal, I rip your eyeballs, right out of your head" She says
The scene fades out to the happy crowd smiling and laughing
