Pain in a Quin(misfitt, JOKEr, then o2a)

[Harlequin]

The show opens, from the back comes Harlequin to no music. She quickly makes it into the ring. She has a mic in hand, and barely has time to stand before she screams into the mic.
You twisted dirty purple stain. You had to go and do it. You had to piss me off, and play these games once more. You, are sorry for what you did? You really think anyone is buying that shit. I mean look at yourself. Your a ugly train wreck, and will pay for your actions. Oh yes, little girly you will pay in blood. So, bring that dirtyness to this ring so I may destroy you.

She stops for a moment. And takes a long breathe, brings the mic back to her lips.

JOKEr, don't think your going to excape my wraith. You let that thing touch you let along kiss you. You think that kick to the balls was all that will happen to you? Not by a long shot. Your ass can come out here also.

She gets more pissed off and screams again.
MISFITT, come out here and take your beating like the man you look like.

[Misfitt]

Alive, plays as slowly Misfitt makes her way out on stage. She has a mic in hand.
That video was a fake. I didn't to anything. I wasn't at fault. I wouldn't ever play those games. I learned from last time.

Misfitt, could tell she wasn't buying anything she was saying. So she made her way to the ring. About half way there her attitude changed.


You know what's the point in telling you anything you have already deemed me the bad guy. The ugly dirty girly. You always think I am trying to take from you. Never that someone would want to be with me over you.

With that she slides into the ring.

[Harlequin]

Before , Misfitt can even stand up, HQuin kicks her across the face. She picks up the mic Misfitt had and throws it to the other side of the ring. Then stands over Misfitt.
Your right those words you spuw from that thing you call a mouth.

She looks the the stage.
JOKEr, get your ass out here. And bring a chair. And do it NOW...

[JOKEr]

Slowly, the clown that is JOKEr makes his way out. He has a chair in hand. Slowly he walks to the ring. As he does he looks at the chair then at harlequin who is kicking at Misfitt's head. Once to the ring he climbs the stairs and enters the ring. He lowers his eyes and tries to hand the chair to Harlequin. She doesn't take it. She simply lifts her mic to her lips.

[Harlequin]

No, you use the chair on her. I want you to prove you have no feelings for her. Strike her with the chair. DO IT.

She then smacks JOKEr across the face, then points down at Misfitt.

[JOKEr]

He rubs his face a minute, in the place where he was smacked. He then looks down at Misfitt. He takes the mic from Harlequin.

"I will not hit her. I don't like her, but I won't strike her for your....."

He never got to finish the thought, for he was kicked once again in the nuts. When this happened he dropped to his knees, holding himself.

[Harlequin]

Without even thinking, HQuin picks up the chair and smashes it into JOKEr's face. This knocks him back on his butt on his feet. Harlequin, sets the chair up and grabs JOKEr in a hand lock, looks behide her seemingly to line him up. She DDT's him onto the chair. The chair folds a bit then JOKEr falls off the chair and lays face up in the ring. Harlequin smiles at her work. Sets the chair up again. This time sits in the chair, and brings her mic to her lips.

Now, that that's done. I would like to know who in the back thinks me wrong innmy actions. Yes, who back there would like a piece of the Queen of Harodcore. Who indeed... Maybe, you want to fight for Misfitt's mistreatment. Maybe, your a member of MMI who wants to fight me for the honor of MMI. Or maybe someone back there just wants a fight.... Well, any takers?

[Madi$on]

It was instantaneous.
Madison wasn't going to let it happen any longer.
She steps out onto the stage, mic in hand, and let's it all out.

You see, this is the type of shit I was talking about before. It's all chairs, and sledgehammers, and bullshit excuses for offense. You hardcore bitches sure swing a weapon good, but when it comes down to wrestling and athletic talent, you got the durability of a wet paper bag. You get wet, become sloppy, and fall apart becoming useless.

I'm no angel when it comes to men and the way I've handled them in the past, but going to the lengths you just did, is nonsense. It's uncalled for, and I'll be damned if you downgrade us all because you can't talk out your drama instead of dragging us all into it as witnesses. So, here's the deal.
Your going to wrestle me tonight, WRESTLE! You know, what this business is based on. And I'm going to run circles around you, and show you what a real women fights like. Then, when I've beaten you clean, I'm going to let her *she points at Misfitt* beat you down, and take some revenge on you, for your unprovoked attack on her.

[Harlequin]

A look of si comes across HQuins face. It looks as if the new girl just doesn't get it. She looks at her then kicks at Misfitt body. Brings the mic to her lips.
Look, Madsian, you just don't get it. This... This right here has nothing to do with hardcore. This has to do with respect, or the lack of it. These two have wronged me. So, I have made them see the light. I have made them respect me. And this little purple stain of a girl will get hers and more. But if you want a wrestling match... that's fine. I I am the queen of hardcore, but that doesn't mean I can't hang with wrestlers. So for your wrestling match. Your on, but I know you'll be suprized by the end of that match. I am a warrior. I do not die.

Looks around.
So, anyone else have a problem in what I did?