Post by Celestia L'yark on Dec 16, 2001 10:30:14 GMT -6
Mooncat is sat in her flat with a tub of Triple Chocolate swirl, with choc chips, extra chocolate, chocolate treat ice cream. She's watching Buffy and looking pretty damn down. The flat is a horrendous mess, and she sits cross legged on the sofa. Her head is bandaged from the attack upon her by El Gambit on Travesty.
Mooncat:
"Get over it Celestia... you've got to get over it, and get yourself back on track! First Luke leaves you, then that bastard Gambit takes your chance to be TV Champ! You've got to make your own opportunities now, and not sit eating this sickly crap!"
She tosses the ice cream to the side, and the dark brown, almost black, goo slowly trickles onto the carpet.
Mooncat:
"I'll show everyone! I'll get my ass down to GZW and DEMAND a contract... then I'll take it all out on whichever bastard they put infront of me. MEN! They're all bastards! Doesn't matter whether you're loving them or facing them in the ring, they're all bastards! Well I'm not going to take it any more! I'm gonna do what it takes to get me to the top!"
She rummages through a draw and pulls out a sheet of paper, and strides to the door. She puts the sheet down as she goes for the key, and in clear writing at the bottom of what appears to be a contract is...
Signed:
John Profit
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Mooncat:"Get over it Celestia... you've got to get over it, and get yourself back on track! First Luke leaves you, then that bastard Gambit takes your chance to be TV Champ! You've got to make your own opportunities now, and not sit eating this sickly crap!"
She tosses the ice cream to the side, and the dark brown, almost black, goo slowly trickles onto the carpet.
Mooncat:"I'll show everyone! I'll get my ass down to GZW and DEMAND a contract... then I'll take it all out on whichever bastard they put infront of me. MEN! They're all bastards! Doesn't matter whether you're loving them or facing them in the ring, they're all bastards! Well I'm not going to take it any more! I'm gonna do what it takes to get me to the top!"
She rummages through a draw and pulls out a sheet of paper, and strides to the door. She puts the sheet down as she goes for the key, and in clear writing at the bottom of what appears to be a contract is...
Signed:
John Profit
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