Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 11
Author's note- In this chapter, the lines with next to them are script lines. The ones with normal " thingies are out of character. Please read and review my sucky story! My Italian is a little rusty as is my German, so I apologise. REVIEW PLEASE!
--- Chapter Twelve---
Monday rolled around and the four members of Evolution and Tasha were at the arena reviewing and rehearsing the script. Tasha was lounging on the floor, with Paul and Randy on the leather couch of Evolution's "locker room" for the night.
Have you checked out the new Diva? Damn she is hot! Randy looked up at Tasha and winked, not listening to Paul's reply. Tasha just glared at Randy and rolled her eyes at Paul. She listened silently as the men read through their first segment of the story. After what seemed like hours, it was finally her time to be introduced. Her eyes skimmed the script as she read the production notes.
There is a new Diva in town. And I want all the blonde Barbies in the back to sit up and take notice! The name is Tasha, and I want you all to realise, you mess with me and you will end up flat on your back. Oh I forgot, that's what most of you do anyway! But I'm out here looking for a coach if you will. Someone who will get me to the top. Someone powerful. Anyone back there think they can handle me, come on out.
Randy listened intently to her reading, watching her mouth form each word.
"How about we head back to the hotel and you could lay flat on your back for me?" he asked sweetly. Tasha turned and glared.
"Perchè don't avete chiuso la vostra bocca voi egomaniac ad auto- assorbimento? O potrei chiudervelo per, per mezzo del mio piede, o della mia mano. Quale preferireste?" Tasha smirked as Randy just stared at her. Paul began snorting with laughter as Randy, Ric and Dave looked dumbfounded.
"Non sono sicuro lui li capisco principessa" Paul responded in rapid Italian. Tasha nodded and continued to read the script.
"What did she say?" Randy looked up at Paul. "Hey! I didn't know you spoke...... whatever the hell she was speaking!"
Tasha shook her head. "Deve essere cervello guasto," she muttered to herself. "It's Italian stupid. My family is Italian. My best friend is German," she paused, deciding to mess with the poor boy's mind, "Oder ich kann sprechen wie dieses, wenn Sie bevorzugen? Anyway shall we get on with the script?"
The five of them continued reading with minor problems, except for Randy, who kept stopping to ask what she said.
---RAW--- Tasha was shown backstage pulling on her ring attire. The crowd began to buzz in anticipation as to who this mystery girl was.
King: Did you see that JR. New PUPPIES! JR: Yeah, King I saw it, but who is she? I haven't seen her around here before. I guess we will find out soon enough.
The camera then shows the four men of Evolution sitting around in their locker room, none being scheduled for matches.
Have you checked out the new Diva? Damn she is hot! Randy looked around at the rest of Evolution.
I wouldn't mind getting me a piece of that! Dave laughed, slapping Randy's hand. Ric and Hunter nodded in agreement.
I could get her before any of you losers could, you do realise that right? Randy smirked confidently
Really, Legend Killer? Care to put a little bet on this then? First man to get that new chick in bed wins, shall we say five hundred from each of the other members, so about fifteen hundred dollars? Hunter held up five crisp one hundred dollar bills, grinning madly. The other three members all dug into their pockets and pulled out their money.
You're on! Randy cried, slapping his money on the table. Now if you will excuse me, I have a bet to win! He stood up and walked out of the room in search of the new Diva.
JR: Can you believe that King? Putting a bet on that poor girl. She has barely even been here ten minutes King: Who do you think will win the bet JR? I think Naitch has got an excellent chance! JR: Whatever you say King. That's just sad.
Translation: Perchè don't avete chiuso la vostra bocca voi egomaniac ad auto- assorbimento? O potrei chiudervelo per, per mezzo del mio piede, o della mia mano. Quale preferireste?: Why don't you shut your mouth you self- absorbed egomaniac? Or I could shut it for you, using my foot, or my hand. Which would you prefer?
Non sono sicuro lui li capisco principessa: I am not sure he understands you princess.
Deve essere cervello guasto: He must be brain dead!
Oder ich kann sprechen wie dieses, wenn Sie bevorzugen: Or I can speak like this if you prefer?
Author's note- In this chapter, the lines with next to them are script lines. The ones with normal " thingies are out of character. Please read and review my sucky story! My Italian is a little rusty as is my German, so I apologise. REVIEW PLEASE!
--- Chapter Twelve---
Monday rolled around and the four members of Evolution and Tasha were at the arena reviewing and rehearsing the script. Tasha was lounging on the floor, with Paul and Randy on the leather couch of Evolution's "locker room" for the night.
Have you checked out the new Diva? Damn she is hot! Randy looked up at Tasha and winked, not listening to Paul's reply. Tasha just glared at Randy and rolled her eyes at Paul. She listened silently as the men read through their first segment of the story. After what seemed like hours, it was finally her time to be introduced. Her eyes skimmed the script as she read the production notes.
There is a new Diva in town. And I want all the blonde Barbies in the back to sit up and take notice! The name is Tasha, and I want you all to realise, you mess with me and you will end up flat on your back. Oh I forgot, that's what most of you do anyway! But I'm out here looking for a coach if you will. Someone who will get me to the top. Someone powerful. Anyone back there think they can handle me, come on out.
Randy listened intently to her reading, watching her mouth form each word.
"How about we head back to the hotel and you could lay flat on your back for me?" he asked sweetly. Tasha turned and glared.
"Perchè don't avete chiuso la vostra bocca voi egomaniac ad auto- assorbimento? O potrei chiudervelo per, per mezzo del mio piede, o della mia mano. Quale preferireste?" Tasha smirked as Randy just stared at her. Paul began snorting with laughter as Randy, Ric and Dave looked dumbfounded.
"Non sono sicuro lui li capisco principessa" Paul responded in rapid Italian. Tasha nodded and continued to read the script.
"What did she say?" Randy looked up at Paul. "Hey! I didn't know you spoke...... whatever the hell she was speaking!"
Tasha shook her head. "Deve essere cervello guasto," she muttered to herself. "It's Italian stupid. My family is Italian. My best friend is German," she paused, deciding to mess with the poor boy's mind, "Oder ich kann sprechen wie dieses, wenn Sie bevorzugen? Anyway shall we get on with the script?"
The five of them continued reading with minor problems, except for Randy, who kept stopping to ask what she said.
---RAW--- Tasha was shown backstage pulling on her ring attire. The crowd began to buzz in anticipation as to who this mystery girl was.
King: Did you see that JR. New PUPPIES! JR: Yeah, King I saw it, but who is she? I haven't seen her around here before. I guess we will find out soon enough.
The camera then shows the four men of Evolution sitting around in their locker room, none being scheduled for matches.
Have you checked out the new Diva? Damn she is hot! Randy looked around at the rest of Evolution.
I wouldn't mind getting me a piece of that! Dave laughed, slapping Randy's hand. Ric and Hunter nodded in agreement.
I could get her before any of you losers could, you do realise that right? Randy smirked confidently
Really, Legend Killer? Care to put a little bet on this then? First man to get that new chick in bed wins, shall we say five hundred from each of the other members, so about fifteen hundred dollars? Hunter held up five crisp one hundred dollar bills, grinning madly. The other three members all dug into their pockets and pulled out their money.
You're on! Randy cried, slapping his money on the table. Now if you will excuse me, I have a bet to win! He stood up and walked out of the room in search of the new Diva.
JR: Can you believe that King? Putting a bet on that poor girl. She has barely even been here ten minutes King: Who do you think will win the bet JR? I think Naitch has got an excellent chance! JR: Whatever you say King. That's just sad.
Translation: Perchè don't avete chiuso la vostra bocca voi egomaniac ad auto- assorbimento? O potrei chiudervelo per, per mezzo del mio piede, o della mia mano. Quale preferireste?: Why don't you shut your mouth you self- absorbed egomaniac? Or I could shut it for you, using my foot, or my hand. Which would you prefer?
Non sono sicuro lui li capisco principessa: I am not sure he understands you princess.
Deve essere cervello guasto: He must be brain dead!
Oder ich kann sprechen wie dieses, wenn Sie bevorzugen: Or I can speak like this if you prefer?