Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 19:00:08 GMT -5
*Inside a local nightclub currently snatching the wigs of every envious chick in the perimeter - all the while owning the dance floor in her stunner led-sunglasses, white midriff-like tank top, short denim booty shorts, and led-shoes - with her mesmerizing dance steps to ‘Get Me Bodied’ by the iconic Beyonce’ is Kalena Kay. Once the song has reached its end, she takes a much needed breather from the floor to the vacant seat at the bar.*
Kalena Kay: Man, its crazy in here tonight…yo, Bartender, hook me up with something sexy and strong. Like me.
Jerome Smalls: Is this how you train for a match?
*That all-too-familiar voice coming from her six caused her eyes to roll in a snobby fashion. Jerome pulls out the available seat next to her and fits himself in it.*
Jerome Smalls: No I really want to know. How does parading around on the dance floor like a damn fool, in any way help you prepare for your match? Do I need to remind you that this is our big shot??
Kalena Kay: No, hell, you never let me forget it.
Jerome Smalls: Exactly! And you’re blowin’ it!
Kalena Kay: Damn, I can’t have fun?
Jerome Smalls: Sure. Ain’t nobody sayin’ you can’t have a little fun. In fact, I don’t mind if you want to strip butt naked, climb a pole or two, or even saddle a few guys while you’re at it; but do that shit on your own time. Right now, you’re on my time. And as the old saying goes, time is money. I don’t know…maybe your bills can afford to pay themselves but baby mine can’t. Daddy gotta eat.
*Though she was too prideful to admit it, he had a valid point. Kalena had allowed her minor 2-0 streak swell her head just a bit, and in turn make her careless. Starlight, if she were smart, wasn’t about to get into the ring with Kalena unprepared; if she was going to prove to Management that she was the next big thing then she had to be willing to go into every encounter giving nothing less than a five star performance. She owed it to Mr. Dupree. And whether she wanted to believe it or not, she owed it to the fans; and Jerome too.
When the hunky Bartender would return with her alcoholic beverage, she would push it back to his side of the counter. Jerome couldn’t help but crack a smile at how much she’d changed in a short amount of time. Normally she would have cussed him out and continued partying, but she’d shown great promise in trusting his decisions as a Manager. ‘Maybe this all could work out’, he thought to himself. As long as they remained on the same page, there’s no doubt it would.*
Kalena Kay: Okay, you win. So what now?
Jerome Smalls: Now…we get out of here and redirect your focus on dragging the hell out of Starlight.
Kalena Kay: Ugh. I’m getting kinda tired of this. I got yet another match with yet another faceless scrub. When am I gonna get to knuckle up with a bad bitch?
Jerome Smalls: That’s the way of the game. You gotta take what they give you and be grateful for even being on the card.
Kalena Kay: But a show-opener?? Everybody knows that I close shows, I don’t open for nobody! Not even the great Luke Dupree.
Jerome Smalls: Whoa, make sure you keep that ego in check girl…at least until you start cutting bigger checks. Come on KK, we’ve been through this already. You’ve gotta earn your spot around here. If you want to be taken further down the card, then you have to step your game up out there. Just be patient. You’ll get there. Shit.
Kalena Kay: Fine. But it better not take long.
Jerome Smalls: That all depends on you. So…Starlight gonna touch the mat or nah?
Kalena Kay: *Scoffs* She’s gonna deep throat it. *’Sausage’ by Lil’ Mama blares in the background.* Right after this last song.
*Jerome shakes his head with a sideways smirk as Kalena takes to the dance floor once again.*
Kalena Kay: Man, its crazy in here tonight…yo, Bartender, hook me up with something sexy and strong. Like me.
Jerome Smalls: Is this how you train for a match?
*That all-too-familiar voice coming from her six caused her eyes to roll in a snobby fashion. Jerome pulls out the available seat next to her and fits himself in it.*
Jerome Smalls: No I really want to know. How does parading around on the dance floor like a damn fool, in any way help you prepare for your match? Do I need to remind you that this is our big shot??
Kalena Kay: No, hell, you never let me forget it.
Jerome Smalls: Exactly! And you’re blowin’ it!
Kalena Kay: Damn, I can’t have fun?
Jerome Smalls: Sure. Ain’t nobody sayin’ you can’t have a little fun. In fact, I don’t mind if you want to strip butt naked, climb a pole or two, or even saddle a few guys while you’re at it; but do that shit on your own time. Right now, you’re on my time. And as the old saying goes, time is money. I don’t know…maybe your bills can afford to pay themselves but baby mine can’t. Daddy gotta eat.
*Though she was too prideful to admit it, he had a valid point. Kalena had allowed her minor 2-0 streak swell her head just a bit, and in turn make her careless. Starlight, if she were smart, wasn’t about to get into the ring with Kalena unprepared; if she was going to prove to Management that she was the next big thing then she had to be willing to go into every encounter giving nothing less than a five star performance. She owed it to Mr. Dupree. And whether she wanted to believe it or not, she owed it to the fans; and Jerome too.
When the hunky Bartender would return with her alcoholic beverage, she would push it back to his side of the counter. Jerome couldn’t help but crack a smile at how much she’d changed in a short amount of time. Normally she would have cussed him out and continued partying, but she’d shown great promise in trusting his decisions as a Manager. ‘Maybe this all could work out’, he thought to himself. As long as they remained on the same page, there’s no doubt it would.*
Kalena Kay: Okay, you win. So what now?
Jerome Smalls: Now…we get out of here and redirect your focus on dragging the hell out of Starlight.
Kalena Kay: Ugh. I’m getting kinda tired of this. I got yet another match with yet another faceless scrub. When am I gonna get to knuckle up with a bad bitch?
Jerome Smalls: That’s the way of the game. You gotta take what they give you and be grateful for even being on the card.
Kalena Kay: But a show-opener?? Everybody knows that I close shows, I don’t open for nobody! Not even the great Luke Dupree.
Jerome Smalls: Whoa, make sure you keep that ego in check girl…at least until you start cutting bigger checks. Come on KK, we’ve been through this already. You’ve gotta earn your spot around here. If you want to be taken further down the card, then you have to step your game up out there. Just be patient. You’ll get there. Shit.
Kalena Kay: Fine. But it better not take long.
Jerome Smalls: That all depends on you. So…Starlight gonna touch the mat or nah?
Kalena Kay: *Scoffs* She’s gonna deep throat it. *’Sausage’ by Lil’ Mama blares in the background.* Right after this last song.
*Jerome shakes his head with a sideways smirk as Kalena takes to the dance floor once again.*