Post by Brandi Moore on Jul 22, 2009 21:21:45 GMT -4
:: Washed up? Washed up?! Are you kidding me?! Hall of Famer...former Diamond Champion...one of the FFP Legends, but I am not washed up! I am not washed up even a little bit!
The scene opens inside Brandi Moore's home. We've seen the palace so many times. Obviously she spent her well earned money on some extravagant things, such as a big screen television, black leather sofas, a black leather recliner, and of course, her wood and glass championship belt case, which holds the FFP Women's Title, one of the FFP Women's Tag Team Titles, the FFP Diamond Title, one of the FFP Tag Team Titles, and of course, her FFP Hall of Fame ring, and plaque.
Brandi is shown, sitting on one of the black sofas. She's dressed in tight light blue jeans, white and pink tennis shoes, and a tight pink t-shirt that reads "Brandi Moore - Don't You Wish You Were Me?" She has pink mascara on. Her hair is let down. She also has a black leather watch on. Her legs are crossed, but the one leg is kicking, almost impatiently. As she sits, obviously waiting for something, her little pink cell phone rings. The phone was placed on the arm rest of the sofa, so she quickly picks it up and looks at the caller ID. Then she smiles, and answers the phone. ::
Brandi Moore: Hello...yeah...how are you? I know, I know, you couldn't stick around. It's too bad, because there's this new little group called The Bad Girls Club, and boy oh boy would we have feuded with them. Yeah...right...it's like a generic version of Seduction Inc. Yeah...I know...they wouldn't stand a chance. But of course, you and your quitting ass had to leave, so that we couldn't prove how dominant we are. I know, I know, you just didn't have the time, or the heart anymore. I get it. But still Taylor, we were the best. I wanted to win those Tag Team Titles just one more time. You and I never got to hold them. But it's okay.
:: Now there is a knock at the door. ::
Brandi Moore: Oh sweetie, I got to go. That Courtney chick is coming over to interview me about my match at Uprising. Serena doesn't even know what's coming for her. Okay...talk to ya later...love ya.
:: Brandi makes a kissing sound to the phone right before hanging up. Now there is another knock at the door. Brandi looks to be a little frustrated at the second set of knocks. I mean come on, she could take her time, she's Brandi Moore, right?! ::
Brandi Moore: Hold on, hold on. And settle down while you're at it. I'm coming.
:: Brandi gets up, walks to the door, and opens it. Courtney Storm is standing outside of it, wearing jeans and a yellow halter top. She is holding a microphone in her hand. Courtney smiles at Brandi, as Brandi rolls her eyes, and backs away, allowing Courtney and her camera crew to come in.
They walk in, and set up right in the living room. After just a few quick minutes, the cameras are set, and Courtney is sitting down across from Brandi's seat. Brandi then sits down, and waits for Courtney. Brandi assumes she'll ask a bunch of dumb questions, but Courtney was always there to get the story.::
Courtney Storm: Well Brandi, it's been a while. How are you feeling?
Brandi Moore: I'm feeling good Courtney. I'm feeling really good. And yourself?
Courtney Storm: I'm good actually. I actually was sick a couple of weeks ago, but now, I'm feeling pretty good.
:: Brandi rolls her eyes as Courtney explains more than Brandi cared to hear.::
Brandi Moore: Alright...now, what else did you want to ask me. I'm sure you didn't come here to ask me how I am.
:: Courtney looks a little shocked at Brandi's reaction, but then dives right into the questions.::
Courtney Storm: Alright Brandi. You are going to be facing Serena this Sunday at Uprising. And Serena, and many others in Full Force Pro, are calling you either a washed up has-been, or a never-was. How do you respond?
Brandi Moore: Are you fucking kidding me?! That was the rudest thing I've ever heard. Courtney, I am not washed up. I am not a never-was. And if Serena wants to play hard ball, that's exactly what she'll get. Her and her little girlfriend Rori may walk around here with the Tag Titles around their waists, and think they are hot shit, but you, and everyone at home knows exactly who the best all girl team was in Full Force Pro, and that is, Seduction Inc...no doubt about it!
Courtney Storm: Serena and Rori seem to be on a huge hot streak, as Rori has just defeated Samantha Fox, and will duke it out with Samantha for the Diamond Title at Uprising. Serena too has been winning matches, and usually when they come out and say they're going to win, they do it, hands down.
Brandi Moore: Oh boy, they beat some losers. Do you really think that matters Courtney?! Do you really think that it matters who they've beat?! I don't care if they've beat Jessie Lee, Vanity, or freaking Devon Thomas! Brandi Moore is one of a kind. Brandi Moore is the shit. Brandi Moore is the girl that all of you other girls want to be! And as far as all the men goes...Brandi Moore is that one girl...that one hot ass girl that you want so bad, and know, that you can not get...ever.
Courtney Storm: Honestly, this match isn't about looks. It's not about hottness, or how many guys want you. This match should be one hell of a match at Uprising, and I think if you take Serena lightly, you'll come out losing...
:: Brandi's face quickly turns into an angry expression. Her eyes grow, as she stares at Courtney. Courtney almost thinks about standing, and taking a few steps back, but she doesn't. She should have though. Because Brandi quickly stands, and snatches Courtney up by her blonde hair. Brandi now bends toward Courtney, and pulls her face close to her own. By now, Brandi is gritting her teeth, staring deep into Courtney's eyes.::
Brandi Moore: Listen here you little bitch! And you listen good. I let you come into my home, because you wanted to interview me about my match with Serena. I didn't bring you in here to try to belittle me, and make me look bad in front of the audience at home. Serena and Rori may have won some matches, but that doesn't mean shit! Because hot streaks are only there to end. And Sunday at Uprising, I'm going to end Serena's hot streak. And if her little girlfriend wants to get involved, the more the merrier, because I'll knock that bitch out too. And when it's all over, and I am declared the winner, if I were you, I'd stay far the fuck away from me, because you just messed with the wrong Diamond, and I know Courtney, I know, that if you and I went toe to toe, you'd get your little bony ass kicked quicker than Raven Alexandria's Adrenaline Title reign! Got it?!
:: Brandi, somewhat violently, releases Courtney's hair. Courtney swallows, and shakes her head in an agreeing fashion. Brandi now takes a step back from Courtney, and points to the door.::
Brandi Moore: Leave...now...
:: Courtney hesitates getting up, that is until Brandi starts to move closer. Then she quickly gets to her feet, and signals for the camera crew to follow. As they quickly pack their cameras up, Brandi stands, with her arms crossed, tapping her left foot on her wooden floor Courtney goes to shake Brandi's hand, but quickly forgets that, and turns, and exits through the front door, with her chubby cameramen behind her. After Courtney is out of the house, Brandi shuts the front door, and locks it.::
Brandi Moore: God! The nerve of some people! I'm the greatest FFP Diamond...ever. And I will prove it, Sunday at Uprising.
The scene opens inside Brandi Moore's home. We've seen the palace so many times. Obviously she spent her well earned money on some extravagant things, such as a big screen television, black leather sofas, a black leather recliner, and of course, her wood and glass championship belt case, which holds the FFP Women's Title, one of the FFP Women's Tag Team Titles, the FFP Diamond Title, one of the FFP Tag Team Titles, and of course, her FFP Hall of Fame ring, and plaque.
Brandi is shown, sitting on one of the black sofas. She's dressed in tight light blue jeans, white and pink tennis shoes, and a tight pink t-shirt that reads "Brandi Moore - Don't You Wish You Were Me?" She has pink mascara on. Her hair is let down. She also has a black leather watch on. Her legs are crossed, but the one leg is kicking, almost impatiently. As she sits, obviously waiting for something, her little pink cell phone rings. The phone was placed on the arm rest of the sofa, so she quickly picks it up and looks at the caller ID. Then she smiles, and answers the phone. ::
Brandi Moore: Hello...yeah...how are you? I know, I know, you couldn't stick around. It's too bad, because there's this new little group called The Bad Girls Club, and boy oh boy would we have feuded with them. Yeah...right...it's like a generic version of Seduction Inc. Yeah...I know...they wouldn't stand a chance. But of course, you and your quitting ass had to leave, so that we couldn't prove how dominant we are. I know, I know, you just didn't have the time, or the heart anymore. I get it. But still Taylor, we were the best. I wanted to win those Tag Team Titles just one more time. You and I never got to hold them. But it's okay.
:: Now there is a knock at the door. ::
Brandi Moore: Oh sweetie, I got to go. That Courtney chick is coming over to interview me about my match at Uprising. Serena doesn't even know what's coming for her. Okay...talk to ya later...love ya.
:: Brandi makes a kissing sound to the phone right before hanging up. Now there is another knock at the door. Brandi looks to be a little frustrated at the second set of knocks. I mean come on, she could take her time, she's Brandi Moore, right?! ::
Brandi Moore: Hold on, hold on. And settle down while you're at it. I'm coming.
:: Brandi gets up, walks to the door, and opens it. Courtney Storm is standing outside of it, wearing jeans and a yellow halter top. She is holding a microphone in her hand. Courtney smiles at Brandi, as Brandi rolls her eyes, and backs away, allowing Courtney and her camera crew to come in.
They walk in, and set up right in the living room. After just a few quick minutes, the cameras are set, and Courtney is sitting down across from Brandi's seat. Brandi then sits down, and waits for Courtney. Brandi assumes she'll ask a bunch of dumb questions, but Courtney was always there to get the story.::
Courtney Storm: Well Brandi, it's been a while. How are you feeling?
Brandi Moore: I'm feeling good Courtney. I'm feeling really good. And yourself?
Courtney Storm: I'm good actually. I actually was sick a couple of weeks ago, but now, I'm feeling pretty good.
:: Brandi rolls her eyes as Courtney explains more than Brandi cared to hear.::
Brandi Moore: Alright...now, what else did you want to ask me. I'm sure you didn't come here to ask me how I am.
:: Courtney looks a little shocked at Brandi's reaction, but then dives right into the questions.::
Courtney Storm: Alright Brandi. You are going to be facing Serena this Sunday at Uprising. And Serena, and many others in Full Force Pro, are calling you either a washed up has-been, or a never-was. How do you respond?
Brandi Moore: Are you fucking kidding me?! That was the rudest thing I've ever heard. Courtney, I am not washed up. I am not a never-was. And if Serena wants to play hard ball, that's exactly what she'll get. Her and her little girlfriend Rori may walk around here with the Tag Titles around their waists, and think they are hot shit, but you, and everyone at home knows exactly who the best all girl team was in Full Force Pro, and that is, Seduction Inc...no doubt about it!
Courtney Storm: Serena and Rori seem to be on a huge hot streak, as Rori has just defeated Samantha Fox, and will duke it out with Samantha for the Diamond Title at Uprising. Serena too has been winning matches, and usually when they come out and say they're going to win, they do it, hands down.
Brandi Moore: Oh boy, they beat some losers. Do you really think that matters Courtney?! Do you really think that it matters who they've beat?! I don't care if they've beat Jessie Lee, Vanity, or freaking Devon Thomas! Brandi Moore is one of a kind. Brandi Moore is the shit. Brandi Moore is the girl that all of you other girls want to be! And as far as all the men goes...Brandi Moore is that one girl...that one hot ass girl that you want so bad, and know, that you can not get...ever.
Courtney Storm: Honestly, this match isn't about looks. It's not about hottness, or how many guys want you. This match should be one hell of a match at Uprising, and I think if you take Serena lightly, you'll come out losing...
:: Brandi's face quickly turns into an angry expression. Her eyes grow, as she stares at Courtney. Courtney almost thinks about standing, and taking a few steps back, but she doesn't. She should have though. Because Brandi quickly stands, and snatches Courtney up by her blonde hair. Brandi now bends toward Courtney, and pulls her face close to her own. By now, Brandi is gritting her teeth, staring deep into Courtney's eyes.::
Brandi Moore: Listen here you little bitch! And you listen good. I let you come into my home, because you wanted to interview me about my match with Serena. I didn't bring you in here to try to belittle me, and make me look bad in front of the audience at home. Serena and Rori may have won some matches, but that doesn't mean shit! Because hot streaks are only there to end. And Sunday at Uprising, I'm going to end Serena's hot streak. And if her little girlfriend wants to get involved, the more the merrier, because I'll knock that bitch out too. And when it's all over, and I am declared the winner, if I were you, I'd stay far the fuck away from me, because you just messed with the wrong Diamond, and I know Courtney, I know, that if you and I went toe to toe, you'd get your little bony ass kicked quicker than Raven Alexandria's Adrenaline Title reign! Got it?!
:: Brandi, somewhat violently, releases Courtney's hair. Courtney swallows, and shakes her head in an agreeing fashion. Brandi now takes a step back from Courtney, and points to the door.::
Brandi Moore: Leave...now...
:: Courtney hesitates getting up, that is until Brandi starts to move closer. Then she quickly gets to her feet, and signals for the camera crew to follow. As they quickly pack their cameras up, Brandi stands, with her arms crossed, tapping her left foot on her wooden floor Courtney goes to shake Brandi's hand, but quickly forgets that, and turns, and exits through the front door, with her chubby cameramen behind her. After Courtney is out of the house, Brandi shuts the front door, and locks it.::
Brandi Moore: God! The nerve of some people! I'm the greatest FFP Diamond...ever. And I will prove it, Sunday at Uprising.
