Post by Karlie Nash on Feb 11, 2021 2:38:17 GMT -5
Key West Florida.
What day is it.?
It’s Wednesday.
Damn.
The scene slowly fades into Tom Brady and Nikki in bed.
Tom: Nikki, are you telling me we’ve been celebrating my seventh Superbowl win for four days.
Nikki: Yeah, would you have rather celebrated it with your wife.
Tom: Of course not.
Nikki smirks.
Nikki: How are you going to explain to old botox face where you’ve been for four days?
Tom: I was checking in on my residence in Key West and decided to stay there for a few days.
Nikki: Yeah, she’s dumb enough to believe that.
Tom laughs
Tom: Your right about that. So how is that wrestling thing going, are you and Karlie still kicking butt.
Nikki: Yeah, we have to go to Pensacola for Cruiserclash this week, but karlie has bruised ribs from her battlebowl match, some three hundred pound fat dude splashed her.
Tom: Bruised ribs can be a real bitch, I hope she'll be alright for your match.
Nikki: Karlie is tough as nails, at half strength, she could still beat Vebbins or Nidrah..
Tom: I can agree with that. Maybe I need to find an excuse to head to Pensacola on Monday.
Nikki: Yes, it would be great to have someone cheering for Karlie and me when we beat up Pineapple Promenade again. The thought of them being number one contenders makes me laugh.
Tom: I guess.
Tom phone pings and he picks it up.
Tom: It’s Giselle.
Tom sends off a quick message.
Tom: Guess it’s time to go back to that old battle axe.
Nikki snickers. Tom gets out of bed and gets dressed. Nikki wraps herself in a sheet and walks Tom to the door, they kiss and Tom leaves. As Nikki walks towards the bathroom, the camera pans to a view of the floor as the sheet drops to the floor.
Nikki is sitting on the hood of her Maserati GT Convertible.
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, unless the person you're trying to emanate is me. There is no one else like me that mold was broken the day I was born. Nidrah I get that you want to be just like me toddling around with your own photographer and all, but have you ever appeared in sports illustrated, better yet appear on their cover, no you haven’t, have you ever been a high performance athlete who has won an Olympic gold medal, or been three time tag champions in Action Wrestling, or actually beaten me or Red, White, and Bruised.
Nikki flips her hair in the wind.
No you haven’t, the difference between you and me Nidrah is I’m an original and your nothing but a really cheap imitation and you do remember the last time Pineapple Promenade faced Red, White, and Bruised right, you got your butts handed to you, this week will be no different.
Nikki adjusts her expensive sunglasses.
Vebbins, I guess the Hooked On Phonics you got for Christmas didn’t really do anything, I mean you still sound like your retarded, I mean really who can understand all the gibberish that spills from your mouth, has Nidrah tried Google translate.
Nikki shakes her head.
She probably doesn't even know what that is. Anyway enough about your lack of a grasp of the English language, the simple facts are these both of you have no chance of beating us this week, there will be no Pineapple Promenade versus Two Gents match anytime in the near future, sorry to burst your bubbles.
Nikki flips her hair again.
I get it though, you feel this is your time, that its time for Pineapple Promenade to move to that next level, where people actually take you seriously as wrestlers and as a tag team. Unfortunately you have to go through us to do that, and we don’t intend to give up our spot just yet, especially to the both of you, so just quit while you're ahead and save yourselves the embarrassment, okay. Good.
Nikki steps off the hood of her car and slips into the driver's seat.
See you losers Monday.
Nikki smiles then drives off.
What day is it.?
It’s Wednesday.
Damn.
The scene slowly fades into Tom Brady and Nikki in bed.
Tom: Nikki, are you telling me we’ve been celebrating my seventh Superbowl win for four days.
Nikki: Yeah, would you have rather celebrated it with your wife.
Tom: Of course not.
Nikki smirks.
Nikki: How are you going to explain to old botox face where you’ve been for four days?
Tom: I was checking in on my residence in Key West and decided to stay there for a few days.
Nikki: Yeah, she’s dumb enough to believe that.
Tom laughs
Tom: Your right about that. So how is that wrestling thing going, are you and Karlie still kicking butt.
Nikki: Yeah, we have to go to Pensacola for Cruiserclash this week, but karlie has bruised ribs from her battlebowl match, some three hundred pound fat dude splashed her.
Tom: Bruised ribs can be a real bitch, I hope she'll be alright for your match.
Nikki: Karlie is tough as nails, at half strength, she could still beat Vebbins or Nidrah..
Tom: I can agree with that. Maybe I need to find an excuse to head to Pensacola on Monday.
Nikki: Yes, it would be great to have someone cheering for Karlie and me when we beat up Pineapple Promenade again. The thought of them being number one contenders makes me laugh.
Tom: I guess.
Tom phone pings and he picks it up.
Tom: It’s Giselle.
Tom sends off a quick message.
Tom: Guess it’s time to go back to that old battle axe.
Nikki snickers. Tom gets out of bed and gets dressed. Nikki wraps herself in a sheet and walks Tom to the door, they kiss and Tom leaves. As Nikki walks towards the bathroom, the camera pans to a view of the floor as the sheet drops to the floor.
Nikki is sitting on the hood of her Maserati GT Convertible.
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, unless the person you're trying to emanate is me. There is no one else like me that mold was broken the day I was born. Nidrah I get that you want to be just like me toddling around with your own photographer and all, but have you ever appeared in sports illustrated, better yet appear on their cover, no you haven’t, have you ever been a high performance athlete who has won an Olympic gold medal, or been three time tag champions in Action Wrestling, or actually beaten me or Red, White, and Bruised.
Nikki flips her hair in the wind.
No you haven’t, the difference between you and me Nidrah is I’m an original and your nothing but a really cheap imitation and you do remember the last time Pineapple Promenade faced Red, White, and Bruised right, you got your butts handed to you, this week will be no different.
Nikki adjusts her expensive sunglasses.
Vebbins, I guess the Hooked On Phonics you got for Christmas didn’t really do anything, I mean you still sound like your retarded, I mean really who can understand all the gibberish that spills from your mouth, has Nidrah tried Google translate.
Nikki shakes her head.
She probably doesn't even know what that is. Anyway enough about your lack of a grasp of the English language, the simple facts are these both of you have no chance of beating us this week, there will be no Pineapple Promenade versus Two Gents match anytime in the near future, sorry to burst your bubbles.
Nikki flips her hair again.
I get it though, you feel this is your time, that its time for Pineapple Promenade to move to that next level, where people actually take you seriously as wrestlers and as a tag team. Unfortunately you have to go through us to do that, and we don’t intend to give up our spot just yet, especially to the both of you, so just quit while you're ahead and save yourselves the embarrassment, okay. Good.
Nikki steps off the hood of her car and slips into the driver's seat.
See you losers Monday.
Nikki smiles then drives off.