[ N e x t . N i g h t ]
"Rylie, you don't have to fight him. Damn it Ric, she doesn't have to fight him!" Randy growled. His attempts at stopping this, in his mind, idiotic match, wheren't working. Rylie barely talked to him, Paul had only smart ass comments to make. Ric was trying to psyc Paul up for the match, while Dave was being... well, Dave wasn't doing a whole lot either way.
"Randy, jus' back the hell off. I'm fighting Paul, end of discussion." Rylie replied, tightening her wrestling boots, before rolling down the black material of her wrestling attire. Randy gave another growl, dropping onto the couch beside Dave. "C'mon Rys, I don't want to see you get hurt." Dave inserted, ignoring the female's death glare.
"Yeah fucking right." Comment given over one shoulder, as the fem' swept from the room, towards the curtain and ramp.
~oOo~
"Hey Mac... Since when does Ry have a title match?" Quiery given from Josh, directed towards the freshly cleaned MacKenzie, who shrugged. Plopping down beside the male, absently leaning into his one arm embrace, gaze was concentrated upon the tv.
~oOo~
Rylie glanced across the ring for the umpteenth time in 30 seconds, towards Paul. Stretching her neck, a satisfying crack sounded, unheard beneath the din of 'The game's' entrance music.
'All righty then Rylie, this is simple. Remember what Dave said, keep the match up fast, stay out of reach, hit and flee. Strike and retreat.' Paul smirked across the ring, as the ref signalled for the bell to sound. Cracking a few knuckles nervously, Rylie set her game face, firmly, in place.
'Don't let him see you hesitate. This is war... Don't let the enemy see your fright, don't let the foe smell your fear.' Repeating the last over, until it became a chant in her head, Rylie began her match.
"Rylie, you don't have to fight him. Damn it Ric, she doesn't have to fight him!" Randy growled. His attempts at stopping this, in his mind, idiotic match, wheren't working. Rylie barely talked to him, Paul had only smart ass comments to make. Ric was trying to psyc Paul up for the match, while Dave was being... well, Dave wasn't doing a whole lot either way.
"Randy, jus' back the hell off. I'm fighting Paul, end of discussion." Rylie replied, tightening her wrestling boots, before rolling down the black material of her wrestling attire. Randy gave another growl, dropping onto the couch beside Dave. "C'mon Rys, I don't want to see you get hurt." Dave inserted, ignoring the female's death glare.
"Yeah fucking right." Comment given over one shoulder, as the fem' swept from the room, towards the curtain and ramp.
~oOo~
"Hey Mac... Since when does Ry have a title match?" Quiery given from Josh, directed towards the freshly cleaned MacKenzie, who shrugged. Plopping down beside the male, absently leaning into his one arm embrace, gaze was concentrated upon the tv.
~oOo~
Rylie glanced across the ring for the umpteenth time in 30 seconds, towards Paul. Stretching her neck, a satisfying crack sounded, unheard beneath the din of 'The game's' entrance music.
'All righty then Rylie, this is simple. Remember what Dave said, keep the match up fast, stay out of reach, hit and flee. Strike and retreat.' Paul smirked across the ring, as the ref signalled for the bell to sound. Cracking a few knuckles nervously, Rylie set her game face, firmly, in place.
'Don't let him see you hesitate. This is war... Don't let the enemy see your fright, don't let the foe smell your fear.' Repeating the last over, until it became a chant in her head, Rylie began her match.