House Of Hardcore (for Wicked Tuesday - 11/19/19) joint rp
Nov 19, 2019 10:19:21 GMT -7
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2019 10:19:21 GMT -7
It had been a few days since the Wicked Tuesday where Tracy Dixon had defeated Jennifer Williams in a match and you wouldn’t believe just how happy she still was over that. She was all smiles, practically beaming, an ear to ear smirk over the whole thing flashing those pearly white teeth..well you get the picture, right? She was GD:n happy, alright? Beyond Happy over the moon excited and..yeah, figure it out buddy!
Walking in to a cafe somewhere in Rome, Georgia. A picturesque little place where people go for refreshments, treats and desserts. While you have the regular good ol’ southern folk, the elderly gents and finely aged southern belles. There sat lil’ ol’ Wendy House, as if Scarlett O’Hara on a bad acid trip, dressed up in fancy dress, twirling a parisol and tilting her hat.
Wendy: “Me’s a lady.”
She whispers proudly at an older woman who almost chokes on her ice tea.
Woman: “Yes darlin’ you sure are.”
Wendy: “You’s is not, you old.”
Woman: “Now hold on’ there little firecracker, all ladies get old, but we age like fine wine..”
Wendy: “..sticky and attracting flies?”
Woman: “...I um..”
Wendy: “That’s kinda true..I means yous is about ready to kick a bucket, then when you die you get bloated and insects start to show up..they dig in and you kinda let out all of yous fluids and..”
The older woman gets up, staggering and grabbing her walker.
Woman: “I think I’ve lost my appetite for that drink..”
She manages to stumble to the door as House hollers at her.
Wendy: “GOOD, sugar is bad for you at your OLD age!”
Tracy barges in damn near tackling the old lady down who’s struggling to fit through the doorway.
Woman: “Excuse me..I’m just gonna squeeze on through ugh..”
Tracy: “Hold on there ma’m let me get the door for ya..”
But the old southern gal rockets her way down the street in a hurry leaving Miss Dixon shaking her head in surprise.
Tracy: “She’s gonna fall and crack her damn skull if she doesn’t watch it..”
Then she notices her friend and runs over in her denim trousers, boots and supporting a Southern Rebel Wrestling promotional shirt.
Tracy: “You see it Wendy? I WON! I FREAKING WON! I Went toe to toe with Jen Williams and WHOPOW-KAPOW whooped her ass! That’s what I did! Take that Mrs. Fagerbach who said I would never be athletic!”
House: “That’s gweat, you wanna cookie?”
Tracy: “There’s no need to be like tha--”
She stops suddenly, as she realizes House is ACTUALLY offering her a cookie.
Tracy: “Gee, thanks House..”
She grabs the cookie and sits opposite her friend munching on the treat.
Tracy: “..so, what’s with that getup?”
Wendy: “..me’s a lady”
Tracy nods.
Tracy: “Yes, I get that..but this isn’t civil war era..Abe Lincoln isn’t around and you aren’t Scarlett O’Hara.”
House scoffs.
Wendy: “Of course not!”
Tracy: “Glad that we at least agree on that.”
Wendy: “Me’s name Wendy, not Scarlett”
She sits there slurping on a milkshake, very loudly and unladylike.
Wendy: “So did you’s see the news? Followin’ you’s big win, you got a championship match coming up!”
Tracy almost chokes on her cookie.
Tracy: “Wait, are you SERIOUS? I’m competing for a title? ME?!”
Wendy: “Yeah, you’s in a four way match. Me’s in it too!”
Tracy: “You too? What did you do to get a title shot?”
Wendy: “Slept with the boss.”
Tracy: “Really?!”
Wendy: “Nah. She’s not me’s type. Did hit that Talia bint with a chair a couple months back, maybe dat did it.”
Tracy: “Why would hitting someone with a chait earn a title match exactly?”
House shrugs.
Wendy: “Well, it’s a hardcore title match, so...”
That was the moment when Dixon’s face turned almost as ashy as the old lady’s before her.
Tracy: “A WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IN A HARDCORE MATCH?!”
House tilts her head like a little puppy.
Wendy: “..well, you’s hit people with weapons, hawd. Like real hawd. It’s not rocketsurgery.”
Tracy: “I’ve never hit anyone with weapons, I have never even been in a damn hardcore match! This is some scary blood and gore type of nonsense..”
House ponders for a moment.
Wendy: “..well..me’s got an idea.”
Tracy: “Oh praise Jesus, tell me!”
House smiles widely.
Wendy: “Yous could just stand there and let mes hit you.”
Tracy: “...NO!? Why would I do that?! That’s stupid!”
House ponders, frowns.
Wendy: “..well, you’s do owe me.”
Tracy: “Look, if this is about that can of pepsi. I’ll get you one right now, I was just thirsty and it didn’t have your name on it--”
House shakes her head.
Wendy: “Nah, me’s not care about that, I’m talking about the match.”
Dixon starts to turn a bit red.
Tracy: “Now wait a goddamn minute. I won my match against Jennifer Williams, you didn’t do a dang tootin’ thing! I won on my own fair and square. I don’t owe you a dang thing.”
Wendy: “But me’s the one who twained you..me’s a legend. And never charged you anyfink.”
Tracy: “..what about that cursed cake.”
Wendy: “..that, was to hold back inflation.”
Tracy: “??”
Wendy: “..it would have inflated you to a blimp if you had eaten it. So me’s helping you.”
Tracy: “HEY! That’s not very nice!”
Wendy: “Dammit woman, if you can’t take getting hit with a twuth bomb how you gonna handle getting hit wiv a chair?”
Tracy: “I don’t wanna get hit with anything!”
Wendy: “ It’s not that bad, weally, look.”
She whacks Tracy upside the head with her parasol.
Tracy: “OWW!”
House giggles.
Tracy: “Not, funny. House.”
Her “mentor” just keeps giggling then smiles at Dixon.
Wendy: “Me’s gonna give you a free trip. Try to take the hits to the body, avoid sticking yous head and sensitive parts in the way..”
Tracy: “Oh, that’s smart, because of the damage it could do, right?”
House nodded.
Wendy: “Yup, plus you got more padding around those other places.”
Tracy: “..I don’t think I’ve ever been so consistently insulted in my life since I became your friend.”
Wendy: “Me’s don’t know about insulted, but you’s certainly insulated.”
Dixon gets up.
Tracy:”That’s it, I don’t have to sit here and take this, I’ll see you in the ring come Tuesday night..friend.”
She stomps out, huffing and puffing while House extends a hand.
Wendy: “Wait!”
Door gets slammed and the little bell above it chimes like crazy. House finishes her milkshake and looks around.
Wendy: “..well, ain’t any of you fine gentlemen gonna help a lady out and pay her tab?”