Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 23, 2018 4:01:16 GMT
Bonnie Blue/Vincent Pryde Segment
Saint Remi: All right, dudes and dudettes, we go now to our very own Fat Fuck Carl, backstage live with the girl of my dreams -- Bonnie Blue!
The view switches to the 'Tron, where we see Bonnie inexpertly framed by Dwayne the cameraman, dressed in her ring gear and wearing her UCI Tag Title over one shoulder. Nearby, FFC fidgets nervously with his microphone. It takes him a minute to realize that he's on the air, turning a blank stare to the camera as he does. Even then, he hesitates.
Bonnie Blue: Carl? We're live.
FFC: Oh. OH! Right! Ahaha. Ok, well, thanks for taking the time to chat with us here tonight. Now, the first thing I have to ask you, Bonnie, is about your continuing disagreement with Mr. Pryde over the division between men and women in the wrestling ring. Are you likely to come to a compromise?
Bonnie Blue: That's a damned good question, Carl. I don't really see ol' Vinny as the compromisin' type. Maybe we oughta find out.
FFC: What do you mean?
Bonnie Blue: Come with me. Both of y'all. An' keep that camera rollin', Dwayne. Don't wanna miss nothin' good.
With a mischievous smile on her face and a spring in her step, the Time Witch leads the procession through the back corridors of the Garden. Along the way, they encounter Andre Jenson, who gives Bonnie a nod. The two trade a fist bump before parting ways. Carl hesitates, watching Jenson round a corner and disappear -- which of course forces him to jog to catch up to Dwayne and Bonnie. By the time he does, he has to stop; doubled over and gasping dramatically.
FFC: What -- *gasp* -- was -- *pant* -- that about? *wheeze*
Bonnie Blue: What was what about?
FFC: You and -- *pant* -- Andre *gasp* Jenson?
Bonnie Blue: Oh, that? Me an' Jenson go way back to them bad old days at the Dub, before Mexico.
FFC: What, uh -- what happened in Mexico?
The young woman's expression darkens.
Bonnie Blue: We don't talk about it. Although in light of the #MeToo an' #TimesUp movements, perhaps we should. Speakin' of sleazy, ass-grabby types, here we are.
The trio stop in front of a door with a shockingly modest plaque on it, reading:
VINCENT PRYDE
-- OWNER --
NEW BLOOD WRESTLING
Flanking the door are two young women dressed in roller derby gear, each with a pair of skates draped over a shoulder by the laces. In unison, the women move to bar the way, arms crossed and menacing scowls on their faces.
Bonnie Blue: Move. Or I'm gonna move ya.
Girl #1: You think you're bad enough to take on the Killmore Girlz?
Bonnie Blue: Sugar, I'm Bonnie Blue, the baddest bitch on the whole damn roster, an' y'all better recognize. Now, I got business with your boss, so I'm tellin' y'all again -- move!
Intractable and unimpressed, the Killmore Girlz stand shoulder-to-shoulder in open defiance. The Hardcore Queen tenses like a snake coiled to strike. Hostile anticipation fills the corridor. Fat Fuck Carl gestures at Dwayne, and the two back out of harm's way, camera trained on the women the whole time. All at once, Bonnie goes on the attack, dropping one Killmore Girl with a shot from her Tag strap. The second one gets a couple of quick strikes in before Bonnie puts her on the floor with a stunner.
Seconds later, the door to the office opens, the commotion having at last attracted the attention of Vincent Pryde -- or, perhaps more accurately, his personal bodyguard. Onslaught glowers down at Bonnie while Dwayne continues to film. Mockingly, Bonnie blows a kiss at the big man and ducks under his arm, slipping past him into Pryde's office; where the man himself sits behind his desk, head bent over a stack of papers. With feigned surprise, Pryde looks up.
Vincent Pryde: Ah, Miss Blue. Funny, I don't seem to recall you making an appointment, so -- why have you barged into my office?
Bonnie Blue: Oh, is this a bad time?
The young woman perches on the edge of his desk, giving no indication of being in any hurry to leave.
Bonnie Blue: I mean, I get it. Busy schedule, terrorizin' small Romanian villages; virgin blood's a lot harder to come by these days; turnin' into a bat probably ain't quite as easy with them couple extra pounds around the middle, there, an' --
Vincent Pryde: WHAT do you want, Bonnie?
A slow grin spreads across her face, to Pryde's clear vexation. She leans in close across the desk, everything in her manner vaguely seductive as her sea-blue eyes draw his gaze; her voice is a sultry purr.
Bonnie Blue: Vinny, sugar... you know exactly what I want....
Swiftly, she draws away from him.
Bonnie Blue: A match. That's it. An' not one of these eye-gougin', hair-pullin' catfights you're so fond of, neither. I want an opponent makes it worth lacin' my boots up, ya feel me?
Elbows rest on the desk in front of a speculative Vincent Pryde, steepled fingers tapping out a staccato rhythm as he considers.
Vincent Pryde: Outside the Women's Division, I presume?
Bonnie Blue: Duh.
Vincent Pryde: ANY man on my New Blood roster?
Bonnie Blue: Past, present, or future.
She doesn't notice the knowing look that passes between Pryde and his bodyguard, nor the twin smirks on either man's face.
Vincent Pryde: You want to prove that women belong in the ring with men so badly? Why?
Bonnie Blue: It's about equality, my man. Look, if you want to have a division where women can fight each other, fine. But to force it on me or any other chick don't wanna play like that? That's just some backward-ass, dark ages thinkin' right there.
Pryde strokes his chin, making a theatrical show of thinking over her words. At last, he slams his hands down on the desk and rises from the chair.
Vincent Pryde: Very well, Bonnie Blue, you shall have your match -- your opportunity to open my eyes -- but I warn you; you asked for this. At our next pay-per-view event, Blood Moon Rising, in a first-of-its-kind mixed singles match, Bonnie Blue takes on....
He hesitates for several seconds for dramatic effect.
Vincent Pryde: ...former New Blood Wrestling Heavyweight Champion -- Onslaught!
The young woman beams at him.
Bonnie Blue: Perfect.
Vincent Pryde: And just to make sure there's no unwanted interference from your Guardians, the match will take place... in a STEEL CAGE!
Bonnie Blue: I knew you'd eventually see reason, Mr. Pryde. An' I guarantee -- you ain't gonna regret this for one moment.
Vincent Pryde: Oh, no, I absolutely will not, Miss Blue.
A wicked smile etched on his face, the scene fades and the view returns to the commentary table. Jonah St. Remington, Sara Conway, and Charlie Hanson are all staring at the 'Tron in various states of surprise. Recovering first, Remi clears his throat and shuffles some note cards in front of him.
Saint Remi: Well, there you have it, bros and lady-bros! New Blood Rising is shaping up to be one of the most interesting Pay-Per-View events in NBW with the addition of this historic mixed-gender singles match in a cage -- and to make things even more interesting, both competitors are former world champions! How will this epic battle of the sexes affect the future of New Blood Wrestling? Contact your local cable provider to order the Blood Moon Rising ppv and find out next Monday night!
Saint Remi: All right, dudes and dudettes, we go now to our very own Fat Fuck Carl, backstage live with the girl of my dreams -- Bonnie Blue!
The view switches to the 'Tron, where we see Bonnie inexpertly framed by Dwayne the cameraman, dressed in her ring gear and wearing her UCI Tag Title over one shoulder. Nearby, FFC fidgets nervously with his microphone. It takes him a minute to realize that he's on the air, turning a blank stare to the camera as he does. Even then, he hesitates.
Bonnie Blue: Carl? We're live.
FFC: Oh. OH! Right! Ahaha. Ok, well, thanks for taking the time to chat with us here tonight. Now, the first thing I have to ask you, Bonnie, is about your continuing disagreement with Mr. Pryde over the division between men and women in the wrestling ring. Are you likely to come to a compromise?
Bonnie Blue: That's a damned good question, Carl. I don't really see ol' Vinny as the compromisin' type. Maybe we oughta find out.
FFC: What do you mean?
Bonnie Blue: Come with me. Both of y'all. An' keep that camera rollin', Dwayne. Don't wanna miss nothin' good.
With a mischievous smile on her face and a spring in her step, the Time Witch leads the procession through the back corridors of the Garden. Along the way, they encounter Andre Jenson, who gives Bonnie a nod. The two trade a fist bump before parting ways. Carl hesitates, watching Jenson round a corner and disappear -- which of course forces him to jog to catch up to Dwayne and Bonnie. By the time he does, he has to stop; doubled over and gasping dramatically.
FFC: What -- *gasp* -- was -- *pant* -- that about? *wheeze*
Bonnie Blue: What was what about?
FFC: You and -- *pant* -- Andre *gasp* Jenson?
Bonnie Blue: Oh, that? Me an' Jenson go way back to them bad old days at the Dub, before Mexico.
FFC: What, uh -- what happened in Mexico?
The young woman's expression darkens.
Bonnie Blue: We don't talk about it. Although in light of the #MeToo an' #TimesUp movements, perhaps we should. Speakin' of sleazy, ass-grabby types, here we are.
The trio stop in front of a door with a shockingly modest plaque on it, reading:
VINCENT PRYDE
-- OWNER --
NEW BLOOD WRESTLING
Flanking the door are two young women dressed in roller derby gear, each with a pair of skates draped over a shoulder by the laces. In unison, the women move to bar the way, arms crossed and menacing scowls on their faces.
Bonnie Blue: Move. Or I'm gonna move ya.
Girl #1: You think you're bad enough to take on the Killmore Girlz?
Bonnie Blue: Sugar, I'm Bonnie Blue, the baddest bitch on the whole damn roster, an' y'all better recognize. Now, I got business with your boss, so I'm tellin' y'all again -- move!
Intractable and unimpressed, the Killmore Girlz stand shoulder-to-shoulder in open defiance. The Hardcore Queen tenses like a snake coiled to strike. Hostile anticipation fills the corridor. Fat Fuck Carl gestures at Dwayne, and the two back out of harm's way, camera trained on the women the whole time. All at once, Bonnie goes on the attack, dropping one Killmore Girl with a shot from her Tag strap. The second one gets a couple of quick strikes in before Bonnie puts her on the floor with a stunner.
Seconds later, the door to the office opens, the commotion having at last attracted the attention of Vincent Pryde -- or, perhaps more accurately, his personal bodyguard. Onslaught glowers down at Bonnie while Dwayne continues to film. Mockingly, Bonnie blows a kiss at the big man and ducks under his arm, slipping past him into Pryde's office; where the man himself sits behind his desk, head bent over a stack of papers. With feigned surprise, Pryde looks up.
Vincent Pryde: Ah, Miss Blue. Funny, I don't seem to recall you making an appointment, so -- why have you barged into my office?
Bonnie Blue: Oh, is this a bad time?
The young woman perches on the edge of his desk, giving no indication of being in any hurry to leave.
Bonnie Blue: I mean, I get it. Busy schedule, terrorizin' small Romanian villages; virgin blood's a lot harder to come by these days; turnin' into a bat probably ain't quite as easy with them couple extra pounds around the middle, there, an' --
Vincent Pryde: WHAT do you want, Bonnie?
A slow grin spreads across her face, to Pryde's clear vexation. She leans in close across the desk, everything in her manner vaguely seductive as her sea-blue eyes draw his gaze; her voice is a sultry purr.
Bonnie Blue: Vinny, sugar... you know exactly what I want....
Swiftly, she draws away from him.
Bonnie Blue: A match. That's it. An' not one of these eye-gougin', hair-pullin' catfights you're so fond of, neither. I want an opponent makes it worth lacin' my boots up, ya feel me?
Elbows rest on the desk in front of a speculative Vincent Pryde, steepled fingers tapping out a staccato rhythm as he considers.
Vincent Pryde: Outside the Women's Division, I presume?
Bonnie Blue: Duh.
Vincent Pryde: ANY man on my New Blood roster?
Bonnie Blue: Past, present, or future.
She doesn't notice the knowing look that passes between Pryde and his bodyguard, nor the twin smirks on either man's face.
Vincent Pryde: You want to prove that women belong in the ring with men so badly? Why?
Bonnie Blue: It's about equality, my man. Look, if you want to have a division where women can fight each other, fine. But to force it on me or any other chick don't wanna play like that? That's just some backward-ass, dark ages thinkin' right there.
Pryde strokes his chin, making a theatrical show of thinking over her words. At last, he slams his hands down on the desk and rises from the chair.
Vincent Pryde: Very well, Bonnie Blue, you shall have your match -- your opportunity to open my eyes -- but I warn you; you asked for this. At our next pay-per-view event, Blood Moon Rising, in a first-of-its-kind mixed singles match, Bonnie Blue takes on....
He hesitates for several seconds for dramatic effect.
Vincent Pryde: ...former New Blood Wrestling Heavyweight Champion -- Onslaught!
The young woman beams at him.
Bonnie Blue: Perfect.
Vincent Pryde: And just to make sure there's no unwanted interference from your Guardians, the match will take place... in a STEEL CAGE!
Bonnie Blue: I knew you'd eventually see reason, Mr. Pryde. An' I guarantee -- you ain't gonna regret this for one moment.
Vincent Pryde: Oh, no, I absolutely will not, Miss Blue.
A wicked smile etched on his face, the scene fades and the view returns to the commentary table. Jonah St. Remington, Sara Conway, and Charlie Hanson are all staring at the 'Tron in various states of surprise. Recovering first, Remi clears his throat and shuffles some note cards in front of him.
Saint Remi: Well, there you have it, bros and lady-bros! New Blood Rising is shaping up to be one of the most interesting Pay-Per-View events in NBW with the addition of this historic mixed-gender singles match in a cage -- and to make things even more interesting, both competitors are former world champions! How will this epic battle of the sexes affect the future of New Blood Wrestling? Contact your local cable provider to order the Blood Moon Rising ppv and find out next Monday night!