Post by Rachel on Apr 10, 2007 16:37:52 GMT -5
A long hallway can be seen. The sound of heels clicking on the concrete can be heard and then Rachel comes into view. She is wearing a daisy yellow, cotton summer dress that ends just abover her knees and a pair of yellow heels, each fastened around her ankles by a yellow ribbon. A few stray strands of hair hang in her face. Rachel continues to walk until she sees a gray steel door. On the door in blue lettering is the word Szaban. Rachel puts a brave face on and opens the door...
...only to find that her brave face is wiped clean as she sees Szaban standing there in nothing but a towel.
Rachel: I...um...
Szaban grins broadly.
Szaban: Damn, thought you were the Chinese. What's a matter- Have I rendered you speechless?
Rachel clears her throat.
Rachel: Um, I just wanted to say...Can you please get dressed?!
Szaban: You came into my locker room to tell me to get dressed?
Rachel: No! I came in to tell you...Damnit, you're distracting me!
Rachel's face is pink with embarassment as Szaban is wiggling his hips around. He tries to make his face look as innocent as possible.
Szaban: You gotta stay focused, Rach. How are you ever going to beat me in the ring? Besides, you barged into my locker room unannounced.
Rachel: How was I to know that you would be parading around half naked? Anyway, don't you worry about my focus! Matt...Matt...Knock it off!
By this point, Szaban has his back to Rachel and is shaking his butt.
Rachel: Alright! Enough! All I'm trying to say is that it doesn't matter who the guest ref is - Hell, you can make it Jihad or Ally or Answer for all I care. No matter what, I will beat you, and I don't need G-Dawg's assistance to do it!
With that said, Rachel turns to leave the locker room.
OOC: Sorry so short, in a bit of a hurry. Also, open for replies...if not, assume I'm gone.
...only to find that her brave face is wiped clean as she sees Szaban standing there in nothing but a towel.
Rachel: I...um...
Szaban grins broadly.
Szaban: Damn, thought you were the Chinese. What's a matter- Have I rendered you speechless?
Rachel clears her throat.
Rachel: Um, I just wanted to say...Can you please get dressed?!
Szaban: You came into my locker room to tell me to get dressed?
Rachel: No! I came in to tell you...Damnit, you're distracting me!
Rachel's face is pink with embarassment as Szaban is wiggling his hips around. He tries to make his face look as innocent as possible.
Szaban: You gotta stay focused, Rach. How are you ever going to beat me in the ring? Besides, you barged into my locker room unannounced.
Rachel: How was I to know that you would be parading around half naked? Anyway, don't you worry about my focus! Matt...Matt...Knock it off!
By this point, Szaban has his back to Rachel and is shaking his butt.
Rachel: Alright! Enough! All I'm trying to say is that it doesn't matter who the guest ref is - Hell, you can make it Jihad or Ally or Answer for all I care. No matter what, I will beat you, and I don't need G-Dawg's assistance to do it!
With that said, Rachel turns to leave the locker room.
OOC: Sorry so short, in a bit of a hurry. Also, open for replies...if not, assume I'm gone.