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Dec 16, 2019 22:48:39 GMT -5
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SEGMENT ONE: EARLY IN THE EVENING:
Estrella Luiz is backstage. The Television Championship which she co-won is not presently with her at this moment, as it is with its other holder in the āPro Wrestling Pixie Stick,ā Razzles Mars. Estrella had been vehemently critical of having to share the title, and had been speaking about those criticisms to anyone who would listen. But tonight was a night where she could end the nightmare of needing to share, once and for all.
As she strutted through the backstage area on the stacked heels of her designer boots with her nose hoisted high in the air, a fan approached with a backstage pass hanging around his neck. He carries a briefcase in his hands.
FAN: Excuse me, Estrellaā¦?
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Yeah? Who are you?
She paused looking up at the fan. She sighed as she peered around the man to her friend Geri Miller. She looked back at the fan.
FAN: Iā¦ Iām sorry to be a bother.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Okay, but Iām really in a hurry. I gotta change and everything...
FAN: Hehā¦ I-Iā¦ I was just wondering if you would sign my Television Championship replica?
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Iām actually really busy.
FAN: But, Estrellaā¦ youāre my favorite. And as the woman whoās going to leave this show as the one and only Television Champion, it would mean a lot.
Estrella grinned, clearly a big fan of having her ego stroked, even if she is not the biggest fan in the world of being bothered after telling someone off multiple times.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Fineā¦ But make it fast...
The fan nodded, understanding her terms. He opened the briefcase and sifted through it, before removing paperwork instead of the title replica that Estrella was looking for. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
FAN: Estrella Luiz: Youāve been served. This is a summons to meet one Razzles Mars in the womenās locker room preceding your matchā¦
Estrellaās lips creep into a villainous smile.
FAN: UNARMED: as you can see here, bolded and triple underlined.
Her smile falls, scowling.
FAN: Failure to comply will result in legal action up to but not limited to civil trial. Have a good evening.
Estrella sneered as she was handed the summons notice. Cutting her eyes coldly as the Process Server turns away from Estrella with his briefcase in hand. We fade.
SEGMENT TWO: PRECEDING THE MATCH
Estrella stormed into the Womenās Locker Room with her summons in hand. Sneering as Razzles was sitting on a bench with her legs crossed neatly, her eyes locked on the door; she was waiting for Estrella, who had been moved to her own private locker room, as money and a poor attitude with her fellow co-workers could afford her. Her arms folded under her chest, after crumpling the summons and throwing it at Razzlesā feet.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: There are better ways to get my attention than court notices and threats, Razzles.
Razzles frowned, turning her attention to the cruel woman before her, making sure to keep an eye on the large, designer bag that Estrella kept fidgeting with. Razzles knew from experience just how dangerous Estrella could be, and she had little doubt that there was something in that bag that Estrella wanted to unveil, and if history would repeat itself, hit her over the head with.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Now what do you want?
RAZZLES MARS: Well, not your attention, Estrella, to be quite honest.
She said in a prim, proper British accent, the sound of which being enough to make Luiz roll her eyes.
RAZZLES MARS: I have somebody that Iād like you to meet, who I feel can solve all of these pass-the-title problems you and I have been having. Iād like to introduce you to Laura Davenport.
A slightly rotund lady with a short, gray pixie cut steps into the frame. She wears a conservative violet blouse and black slacks with modest business-sensible flats. Estrella shrugs.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: You brought me here to meet your Abuela?
LAURA DAVENPORT: Abuela?! Why I should sayā¦
Judging by the thick, Louisianian accent, this woman is not Razzlesā grandmother. Razzles takes the Television Championship from the other side of the bench, hoisting it onto her shoulder.
RAZZLES MARS: Laura Davenport is one of the top-rated custody attorneys in Louisiana. Sheās here to help me fight for legal custody over this Television Championship.
LAURA DAVENPORT: Wait a minuteā¦ you called me here over a belt?
RAZZLES MARS: ...Noooo!
She lowered her voice, to sound much more masculine.
RAZZLES MARS: Torture didā¦
LAURA DAVENPORT: Yaāll girls have been spendinā a little too much time on Bourbon Street if youāre really gonna fight for custody over a belt, now.
RAZZLES MARS: She keeps taking it and weāre SUPPOSED to share! Weāre CO-champions!
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Iām sorry, I want that championship to MEAN something, and have someone carrying it that people will actually respect, not some pink-haired toddler with a lollipop in her mouth!
RAZZLES MARS: Miss Laura, can you please help me divorce Estrella? I really just donāt quite like her very much anymore and I donāt want to continue any type of relationship with her, especially not joint custody of our championshipā¦
ESTRELLA LUIZ: YOU IDIOT! WEāRE NOT MARRIED! AND THE TITLE IS NOT A CHILD!
RAZZLES MARS: Good! And make sure it stays that way, please!
She bickered back to Estrella, while Laura showed some visible annoyance, but perhaps not quite as much as Estrella did.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Iām pleased to tell you Razzles, that calling this attorney here was a complete and total waste of your time. Because youāre right. We shouldnāt be fighting over that title, and I certainly shouldnāt need to be seen carrying the same ugly, musty, crusty, tired old basic bitch belt that a basic like you would have to carryā¦
Estrella unzipped the bag and removed a championship all her own. Estrella Luiz pulled a pink leather belt up, the shiny silver plate read ACTION WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION in holo letters. She smirked as she looked at her new shiny belt and then back to Razzles.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: So you can keep that fugly thingā¦ because when I beat you and Carnivore tonight? THIS is going to be the ONLY Television Championship that matters! Iāll see you out there.
Estrella turned sharply, making sure her long ponytail smacked Razzles in the face. This made the Queen of Candyland scowl and growl, before Laura turned her attention to Razzles.
LAURA DAVENPORT: Well, Iām sure glad that those issues resolved themselves. But, as for the matter of my payā¦
Razzles smiled sheepishly, turning her pockets inside out. Offering Laura some of her pocket candy, much to the dismay of the attorney.
RAZZLES MARS: Ohā¦ I umā¦ Iāll show you the way to Mr. Tortureās office. Please, come with meā¦
She said, taking the attorneyās hand, leading her out the door as we draw to a close.
Estrella Luiz is backstage. The Television Championship which she co-won is not presently with her at this moment, as it is with its other holder in the āPro Wrestling Pixie Stick,ā Razzles Mars. Estrella had been vehemently critical of having to share the title, and had been speaking about those criticisms to anyone who would listen. But tonight was a night where she could end the nightmare of needing to share, once and for all.
As she strutted through the backstage area on the stacked heels of her designer boots with her nose hoisted high in the air, a fan approached with a backstage pass hanging around his neck. He carries a briefcase in his hands.
FAN: Excuse me, Estrellaā¦?
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Yeah? Who are you?
She paused looking up at the fan. She sighed as she peered around the man to her friend Geri Miller. She looked back at the fan.
FAN: Iā¦ Iām sorry to be a bother.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Okay, but Iām really in a hurry. I gotta change and everything...
FAN: Hehā¦ I-Iā¦ I was just wondering if you would sign my Television Championship replica?
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Iām actually really busy.
FAN: But, Estrellaā¦ youāre my favorite. And as the woman whoās going to leave this show as the one and only Television Champion, it would mean a lot.
Estrella grinned, clearly a big fan of having her ego stroked, even if she is not the biggest fan in the world of being bothered after telling someone off multiple times.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Fineā¦ But make it fast...
The fan nodded, understanding her terms. He opened the briefcase and sifted through it, before removing paperwork instead of the title replica that Estrella was looking for. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
FAN: Estrella Luiz: Youāve been served. This is a summons to meet one Razzles Mars in the womenās locker room preceding your matchā¦
Estrellaās lips creep into a villainous smile.
FAN: UNARMED: as you can see here, bolded and triple underlined.
Her smile falls, scowling.
FAN: Failure to comply will result in legal action up to but not limited to civil trial. Have a good evening.
Estrella sneered as she was handed the summons notice. Cutting her eyes coldly as the Process Server turns away from Estrella with his briefcase in hand. We fade.
SEGMENT TWO: PRECEDING THE MATCH
Estrella stormed into the Womenās Locker Room with her summons in hand. Sneering as Razzles was sitting on a bench with her legs crossed neatly, her eyes locked on the door; she was waiting for Estrella, who had been moved to her own private locker room, as money and a poor attitude with her fellow co-workers could afford her. Her arms folded under her chest, after crumpling the summons and throwing it at Razzlesā feet.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: There are better ways to get my attention than court notices and threats, Razzles.
Razzles frowned, turning her attention to the cruel woman before her, making sure to keep an eye on the large, designer bag that Estrella kept fidgeting with. Razzles knew from experience just how dangerous Estrella could be, and she had little doubt that there was something in that bag that Estrella wanted to unveil, and if history would repeat itself, hit her over the head with.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Now what do you want?
RAZZLES MARS: Well, not your attention, Estrella, to be quite honest.
She said in a prim, proper British accent, the sound of which being enough to make Luiz roll her eyes.
RAZZLES MARS: I have somebody that Iād like you to meet, who I feel can solve all of these pass-the-title problems you and I have been having. Iād like to introduce you to Laura Davenport.
A slightly rotund lady with a short, gray pixie cut steps into the frame. She wears a conservative violet blouse and black slacks with modest business-sensible flats. Estrella shrugs.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: You brought me here to meet your Abuela?
LAURA DAVENPORT: Abuela?! Why I should sayā¦
Judging by the thick, Louisianian accent, this woman is not Razzlesā grandmother. Razzles takes the Television Championship from the other side of the bench, hoisting it onto her shoulder.
RAZZLES MARS: Laura Davenport is one of the top-rated custody attorneys in Louisiana. Sheās here to help me fight for legal custody over this Television Championship.
LAURA DAVENPORT: Wait a minuteā¦ you called me here over a belt?
RAZZLES MARS: ...Noooo!
She lowered her voice, to sound much more masculine.
RAZZLES MARS: Torture didā¦
LAURA DAVENPORT: Yaāll girls have been spendinā a little too much time on Bourbon Street if youāre really gonna fight for custody over a belt, now.
RAZZLES MARS: She keeps taking it and weāre SUPPOSED to share! Weāre CO-champions!
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Iām sorry, I want that championship to MEAN something, and have someone carrying it that people will actually respect, not some pink-haired toddler with a lollipop in her mouth!
RAZZLES MARS: Miss Laura, can you please help me divorce Estrella? I really just donāt quite like her very much anymore and I donāt want to continue any type of relationship with her, especially not joint custody of our championshipā¦
ESTRELLA LUIZ: YOU IDIOT! WEāRE NOT MARRIED! AND THE TITLE IS NOT A CHILD!
RAZZLES MARS: Good! And make sure it stays that way, please!
She bickered back to Estrella, while Laura showed some visible annoyance, but perhaps not quite as much as Estrella did.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: Iām pleased to tell you Razzles, that calling this attorney here was a complete and total waste of your time. Because youāre right. We shouldnāt be fighting over that title, and I certainly shouldnāt need to be seen carrying the same ugly, musty, crusty, tired old basic bitch belt that a basic like you would have to carryā¦
Estrella unzipped the bag and removed a championship all her own. Estrella Luiz pulled a pink leather belt up, the shiny silver plate read ACTION WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION in holo letters. She smirked as she looked at her new shiny belt and then back to Razzles.
ESTRELLA LUIZ: So you can keep that fugly thingā¦ because when I beat you and Carnivore tonight? THIS is going to be the ONLY Television Championship that matters! Iāll see you out there.
Estrella turned sharply, making sure her long ponytail smacked Razzles in the face. This made the Queen of Candyland scowl and growl, before Laura turned her attention to Razzles.
LAURA DAVENPORT: Well, Iām sure glad that those issues resolved themselves. But, as for the matter of my payā¦
Razzles smiled sheepishly, turning her pockets inside out. Offering Laura some of her pocket candy, much to the dismay of the attorney.
RAZZLES MARS: Ohā¦ I umā¦ Iāll show you the way to Mr. Tortureās office. Please, come with meā¦
She said, taking the attorneyās hand, leading her out the door as we draw to a close.