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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 18, 2008 1:55:54 GMT -4
It seemed like it would never come but there Jennifer was standing in the middle of the ring waiting for her last big night with Scarlett Rose. Well, in the ring at least. But it was time for Jennifer to return the favor and treat Scarlett to a nice relaxing in-ring date before they got down to all that.
As the camera zooms out we can see that there's a bench, and was that a fountain, and astroturf? In a wrestling ring? Oh yes. Jennifer had found herself a nice little black golf shirt to wear over the rest of her attire along with a visor (you know for all that sunlight) and a putter. Yes, this was her idea, they were going to get in a hole of even more miniature than usual golf.
I know, I can't believe it either.
She says as she twirls around taking another look at the new scenery.
But, turnabout's fair play after the wine and the food and the serenade I just knew I had to do something for you. So, will Miss Scarlett Rose please sashay herself down to the ring?
She said, trying to stand still although you could clearly tell she just couldn't wait.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 18, 2008 2:16:35 GMT -4
Saying Scarlett was excited would be the understatement of the century as she made her out from behind the entrance curtains, wearing a sleek pair of daisy-duke length khakis, sporting an official Jennifer Drew APW t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, giving that almost high-schoolish jock look. She even wore a matching visor, and...thigh-length socks? Yes. Scarlett actually owned a pair of thigh-length socks, and they hugged her legs ever so cunningly as she made her way inside the ring, her theme music fading as she was handed a mic. "Oh, this is just silly Jenny," she begins, looking around at all the ornaments, every detail seemed to be covered, even the fountain had "APW Miniature Golf" engraved on it's side. "You really thought of everything, didn't you? This is so authentic, you really shouldn't have, this must have cost you quite the pay-check..." As she was saying this, she was playfully swaying her hips as she studied every single prop in the ring, passing a quick glance at Jennifer with every new object that was laid about.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 18, 2008 2:28:53 GMT -4
Don't you worry about that. I know a guy.... that's right I have a miniature golf supply guy, because I knew something like this would happen one day.
She just stood back eyes fixed as she walked around the ring. Jennifer loved the outfit, she was starting to feel guilty about not dressing up for the first date, but hopefully she was about to make the whole thing up tenfold.
I'm so glad you like it. I was worried you might not like hitting the links, but I guess I was all wrong. You're the guest, you get the first shot.
Jennifer struts over to the corner and comes back to offer her a club that matches hers.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 18, 2008 2:36:31 GMT -4
Scarlett looked at the matching putter and blushed. This, honestly, would be the first time she ever went on any type of golfing escapade. She had seen it movies, television shows, and when she was really, really, really bored, she just might catch the special on ESPN3, but actually going golfing? Not exactly something Scarlett had on her bucket list.
Taking the lingering golf club, she it holds her with her left hand, and nervously grips it with her right. Taking the opposite side of Jennifer, she walks up to the golf ball, and takes a very amateur stance. One that said she really didn't know what she was doing. She then cocks her arm back, way more then she needed too, and was just about to swing when...
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 18, 2008 2:45:10 GMT -4
Whoa, easy there Annika Sorenstam.
Jennifer giggles a little at the drive she was about to knock out of the arena.
You do that and you're probably going to give someone in the cheap seats a concussion. Come on, I'll show you the proper form.
“So what I designed this for.” Jennifer walks up from behind and puts her hands over Scarlett's grip.
Now lean over a little and let's try this again.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 18, 2008 2:55:39 GMT -4
"She so planned this," Scarlett thinks to herself as inevitable smirk comes across her face as Jennifer came up from behind her, and matched her body position with hers. This was definitely borderlining that TV PG rating, as Jennifer placed her hand over hers, her face just few centimeters of way of rubbing cheeks with Scarlett. Loving this, she begins to play with Jennifer, not getting herself in the right position on purpose. "Like this?" Scarlett asks, thrusting her butt back, leaning a little more drastically then planned, so she looked, and felt a little more shapely then usual.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 18, 2008 3:12:55 GMT -4
That was for sure. Jennifer keeps her feet planted and takes it all, smiling and matching the big lean. She puts her head on Scarlett's shoulder so she can turn and whisper right in her ear.
Oh, so close. Let's try this.
Were they going to be able to show this on TV in Canada? Guess they'd have to find out. She pulls a hand away from the stroke class to give her a little pat on the butt, then pulls her up alittle trying to get her to straighten up a bit stopping somewhere between “correct” and “awesome for me.”
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 18, 2008 3:38:46 GMT -4
Getting patted on the butt was certainly something she was only half-way expecting, and the fact that it actually happened, well, only helped her excitement. A few fans in the audience let out that typical whistle, and Scarlett merely rolls her eyes, "Oh, shush, I'm trying to learn, okay?" She says rather playfully, swerving her hips against Jennifer as she positioned herself back to focusing on the task at hand. Mistakingly, she was about to swing incorrectly again.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 18, 2008 3:55:15 GMT -4
I don't think we're ready just yet.
She guides Scarlett back a step.
Let's do a couple practice swings. Like this. You just want a nice, even follow-through.
Jennifer demonstrates on her showing her the swing while swaying her hips back and forth each time. LPGA tour material? There's a joke there somewhere, but no. It was damn enjoyable nonetheless.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 18, 2008 4:07:38 GMT -4
Scarlett then lets out a semi-stressful sigh as the last practice swing swung it's course. Purposely shaking her behind, a poor imitation of what Shakira could possibly do, she then brought the putter near the ball, and gently pulled her arm back, her complete focus (trying) to concentrate on the evil white ball. Not wanting Jennifer's guidance to go away, she did her best to keep her close, "How's this?" she asks, purposely gripping the putter wrong, so she could sandwich Jennifer's hands between her own.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 18, 2008 4:24:15 GMT -4
She runs her hands up to Scarlett's wrists slowly and does her best to put them in the right position before wrapping her hands back around. She leans back in and puts her head back on Scarlett's shoulder for one more whisper of moral support.
Now, just like I taught you.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 18, 2008 4:32:49 GMT -4
"Okay..." Scarlett responds, as she lightly swings the putter, hitting the ball square on the center, watching it as rolls down the green, seemingly in slow motion. It keeps rolling, and rolling, and rolling as both Jennifer and Scarlett watch as it gets closer and closer to the hole, when suddenly, it hits the fountain. But no, that didn't stop the ball completely, as it slowly ricochets back towards the hole...and slowly, but surely, falls in. Scarlett's eyes open wide in excitement as she turns herself around so she perfectly within Jennifer's victory hugging range.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 19, 2008 2:47:08 GMT -4
And it was a good thing too, because Jennifer had a big one ready to go. She leans in and gives her star pupil a good squeeze. She looked her in the eye, definitely showing the swell of pride she felt right now. That is among other things.
Hole in one, nice.Either you've got a pretty good teacher or you've just got the magic on your side tonight. I wonder if I even stand a chance. If you're anything like that during our next dance you might just end up the Last Rose Standing.
The scene fades to black on Jennifer just staring deep into Scarlett's eyes smiling about that.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 21, 2008 2:57:13 GMT -4
And that was it. Jennifer did the only thing she knew how and ended it with a precise shot. Enough to take her down for ten but not enough to do any serious damage. She couldn't have any of that later that night. After the bell rings she doesn't even go over to accept the belt. All she cared about was Scarlett. Time to (hopefully) kiss and make up. The business was over, which meant it was all pleasure from here on out.
Jennifer goes down to her knees and looks her in the eyes with a big smile waiting for her to come to.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 21, 2008 3:32:24 GMT -4
Okay, so perhaps Scarlett felt herself getting distracted. I mean...when you're completely enamored by someone, especially someone who takes the time to dye her hair pink, just because it makes you feel somewhat more aroused then usual, then that person is awesome, right? And when that person just dyed her hair the morning before, taking that lengthly process as Scarlett sat on her couch, waiting patiently as Drew Carry continued to kill "The Price is Right," then one wouldn't want to mess that up, correct? Jennifer went through all this trouble, all this trouble just for her, Scarlett Rose, the person who basically just had the worst match of her career, and pink-fetish or not, I suppose you can say Scarlett wasn't entirely feeling it, especially after this. So many things on her mind before that bell decided to gracefully ring. Jennifer Drew's admiration. Sinnocence and the way she just...carried herself around Jennifer. Lauren Blayze, and her seemingly uncharacteristic little outburst. The people and their wanting for another great bout between the two, the pressure was just getting a little much. Laying down with her eyes closed, she could feel Jennifer leering over her. She didn't want to open her eyes. She just wanted to lay there, for all eternity and allow all her problems to just melt away so she didn't have to deal wit them. But of course, that's not possible, especially when there's television time that the executives find so precious. Scarlett then takes a deep breath, and upon sitting up, something happens. Something somewhat monumental, especially when you want to build up the moment for a television program. Their lips met. How Jennifer's head just happened to be leering over her in that perfect moment is beyond reasonable explanation, and of course, this wasn't the first time, but with people watching? All around the world? Her eyes open wide, quite surprised at this little happenstance, and after a complete moment, Scarlett pushes Jennifer away rather forcefully as she gets back on her feet, and tries to calculate what just happened. "What the hell?!" she begins, yelling rather loudly so a microphone wasn't needed, "What are you trying to do? I thought we agreed, that...oh, I don't know, what the hell..." Brushing a hand through her hair, she continues to give Jennifer the look, and it just grows sour. Something was bothering Scarlett. |
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 21, 2008 3:47:41 GMT -4
So perfect for just a second only to have it all just shatter right there. Just a moment ago, Jennifer had been planning the rest of their night together, the restaurants, the clubs, getting back to her place but now it was all in doubt. Scarlett had just knocked her on her ass and well, it was just a little confusing.
“She's just disoriented because of the end of the match. I mean, what the hell else could she be talking about right?”
Agreed? I don't remember agreeing to anything. Agreed that we'd still be cool no matter what happened maybe? Well I am.
She looked at Scarlett's face. That was a new expression.
OK, you aren't. Look, I'm sorry about how it ended, but we both know I had to. You would have done the same to me. I wanted you to do the same to me.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 21, 2008 3:59:59 GMT -4
A quick confused look went over Scarlett's face as she tried to take back control over this anger she was feeling, "Do the same? Do the same? Jennifer, we, we, we agreed that we weren't going to...kiss on television, at least, not right now! I thought we were okay with planning the build up, so it would mean something MORE on television, but, but, what do you do?" She points at where they were just previously, "You kill it all, all within a moment. Don't you remember our agreement? Oh, oh, but someone made you forget, huh? So typical. Already bored with me, so you decided to rush things, just to see if we still had anything, well daaamn," She stomps her foot on the ground, and crosses her arms, "I don't like being someone's experiment. I don't like feeling used. If you were beginning lose faith in your feelings, we could have at least had this talk privately, but, but...now? In front of all these people? I would have never done the same, never."
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 21, 2008 4:11:17 GMT -4
Huh? No. No!
She stands up, looking frantic and apologetic.
It wasn't like that, I swear. You were disoriented. You know me, Shaolin style all the way. I wasn't going to do it. I just wanted to wake you up so I could raise your arm and we could walk out together. Honest. I know what it means to you, because it means the same thing to me, so you've got to get that I wouldn't do it unless it was a huge screw up.
She goes in close and puts her hand on her shoulder.
Look, you've got to understand I wasn't trying to rush things.And I don't know who you think would make me want to blow this 'cause let me tell you, no one's that important.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 21, 2008 4:24:08 GMT -4
Scarlett looks away, and brushes Jennifer's arm off as she begins to walk towards the entrance ramp, the crowd all gasping over the gesture as she Scarlett snarls at them. "Disorientated my ass, someone's obviously on your mind now, I'm nothing but yesterday's news in a birdcage getting crapped upon." She runs her hand through her hair again, stopping mid-way, and begins to pull it, a habit she picked up when she was a child whenever she get really angry. "I hope you have fun with your new partner, hell, free drinks was probably what sparked all of this, huh? Free drinks. Heh. Alcohol can only be your saving grace for so fucking long."
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 21, 2008 23:15:32 GMT -4
Free drinks?
“How the hell did she know about that? Stupid rumor mill. All I did was try to talk to her about those stupid tag team titles.”
You think that's what this is about? The only reason I... you know what, forget it? Walk away. I've got nothing to apologize for, Scar. I didn't DO anything. In case you didn't notice there's a title tournament going on, but I think you're well aware of it. And you ramming your face into mine when you get up doesn't exactly count as me ruining a special moment.
Do whatever you want, I'm going to go home. Alone. Not to this magical fountain of free drinks and women who I'm somehow physically able to be more into than you.
Jennifer snatches the belt out of the timekeeper's hands and makes her way out of the arena, covering her face trying not to show how angry, confused and heartbroken all this was making her.
Shit.
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