More like, temporary allies.

[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Corporal Punishment is seen standing in the hallway, against a concrete wall. On his left, is a poster for the next XVI Pay Per View, Highway to Hell. On his right, is a dressing room doorway, on the upper portion of the deep red door, is gold lettering

“Xtreme Division Champion: Rachel”

The very mix of words in a single statement still made Corporeal cringe, and yet he was teaming up with you against his new rival, Damien Necro Dream, and someone who has been the proverbial thorn in the side of every superstar XVI ever came across, “Mr. XVI”, David Calaz. Corporal was standing at attention, combat boots, cameo pants and shirt, green beret, the whole nine yards of your generic Sgt. Slaughter rip off. For some reason, Corporal Punishment could not help but imagine Sagat facing off against Zangeif in a steel cage Street Fighter Challenge. Damnable NoDQ CAW. He had been watching far too much of it lately.

Just then, Rachel opened the door from the other side, and stepped out with her shiny Xtreme Division belt. She was wearing an orange halter top and tight fitting blue jean shorts. Her cheeks were still pink with fury over this whole ordeal, and began walking off. Corporal, doing what the Corporal does, following his partner. Where would she be leading him? Maybe into the girls bathroom? No! Those were horrible thoughts. Very restricted areas of the Corps mind. He must not express his sick fantasies, not even in narrative form. (OOC: lmfao…..)

But no, Rachel instead turned around and looked straight up at Corporals stone cold face, and threw down her belt in frustration.

Rachel:
Why the hell are you following me?! I told you to stay out of my way.

Corporal Punishment:
I thought that was pertaining to our match next week?

Rachel’s cheeks puffed up in a hissy fit form of fury. And then let out a loud “Hmph!” and turned her back on him.

Corporal Punishment:
Look lady, I don’t care if I beat you last week. It was a cheap win that I was unaware of. And the fact that your angry over this whole Calaz thing isn’t going to help your matters. Let me tell you something, that was my second win in XVI. My record is a less than stellar 2-7 loss. You think I am proud to know that I have been everyone’s virtual whipping boy from day one? No! Now you can go on your little hissy fit, and ramble about your ego, but whether you like it or not, we are tag team partners for next week. And it is my job to protect our investment and make sure David Calaz doesn’t pull anything like that before our match. So for the both of our sakes, for the time being, I am your official body guard.

Rachel turned around, and the initially angered facial features turned into coy, sly, almost too daringly cunning looks.

Rachel:
So, if you’re here to protect my best interests, how about a cup of coffee?

Corporal Punishment was completely taken aback by this statement, almost insulted at the sudden switch of attitude and momentum. He opened his mouth as if to say no but-

Rachel:
Well? If you want to make sure I am in top shape and protected till next week I am going to need some breakfast energy, I would like a French Vanilla Macchiato, with a dash of hazelnut cream, and make sure its frothy!

The Corporal was beside himself, but hung his head in defeat, if he was going to follow this woman, he certainly should expect himself to follow her whims for the time being. After all, how many people can say they were trusted with the Xtreme Champions Macchiato?

Corporal Punishment:
Yes ma’am.

Corporal Punishment slumped off to get his partners coffee, as Rachel couldn’t help but laugh at his misfortune as he walked away.

End Segment, or Rachel may continue if she wishes.

[Rachel]

Rachel is astonished at Corp's complaince, but satisfied none the less. "Finally", she thinks to her self, "Someone is doing something right around here!" Corporal Punishment returns with her coffee, and Rachel smiles at him, although it is not really warm and friendly. More like evil and calculating. She sips on the coffee, and her eyes wander the ceiling in a thoughtful manner. She lowers the cup and her smile returns, bigger and scarier this time.

Well, hell, if you're going to get me a coffee...I have a long list of other things that I must get done today...I need my dry cleaning picked up, my Camaro washed, my championship belt shined -

The Queen of Confrontation is cut off as the sound of a ringing cell phone fills the atmosphere. Some annoying tune is playing, and you can see Corp's expression is full of displeasure. It is obvious he would like to snatch the phone from her hand and demolish it with some sort of military weapon. He remains still, however. Rachel flips the phone open and brings it to her ear.

Hello...Jose? What? That's ridiculous, Sonny would never do such a thing...That horse doesn't kick! I don't care if your leg is broken...Who is going to feed my horses? You're at the hospital? Okay, ya know what, you're fired. Oh, you're going to take me to court, huh? Well, lets see how long your claim holds up once I give them your little secret...

Rachel snaps the phone shut, a look of utter annoyance on her face.

That is the very last time I ever hire an illegal citizen.

Corporal Punishment looks shocked. An illegal citizen with work - in America - denying American citizens a job? Preposterous!

Did I just hear you say that you have an illegal citizen working for you?

Well, not anymore, the little bastard got 'hurt'. Lazy little...Anyway, Now who is going to feed my horses?

Suddenly, it appears as though the lightbulb has gone on. She gives Copr another evil smile...

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[~*The Pride of Ireland*~]

Corporal Punishment notices her evil eye, that he is quickly becoming far too familiar with.

Corporal Punishment:
Oh hell no! I am here to be your bodyguard not to be your Horse Carrier! The Coffee was one thing, but i will not stand here and-

Rachel begins to stumble backwards, almost in a trancelike state,

Rachel:
Oh my, my head is so dizzy, who is going to take care of my poor Sonny now? I'm feeling faint.

Corproral Punishment:
You are one sick, sick woman. And if that horse kicks me one time i swear-

Suddenly as if out of her weary state, she snaps back in interupption.

Rachel:
You wont touch Sonny or I may just have to give you the 727 again. Anyway, as i was saying, i need dry cleaning, my Camaro washed, my belt shined, the grass mulched, the dished washed, rinced AND repeated, -

And the list goes on for what would seem like an eternity as Corporal Punishment hangs his head in shame, knowing that this wasnt going to be an easy week, or an easy partnership to survive with anyway. But....after all.....she IS the Xtreme Champion....

End Segment.