Post by thegracelander on Mar 9, 2010 15:07:44 GMT -5
"The Gracelander" sits in his locker room, ready to compete. He stares off in the distance, arms propped on his knees, hands together. He then puts his head in his hands. Sara Sanderson walks by the locker room. Brandon doesn't see her go by, so she comes back and looks into the room.
Sara Sanderson: Well, well. Looks like the King's been knocked of his throne.
She laughs a bit as he lifts his head out of his hands. His face a-light with fury.
"The Gracelander" Brandon Hedley: And you're the peasant gonna kick me while I'm down?
Sara stops and recollects herself.
Sara Sanderson: For someone with such confidence last week, Brandon, you look a bit defeated... not going out with me that big of a blow to your ego?
Brandon rises from the locker room bench. He towers over Sara, snarling down at her. She doesn't seem to be afraid of whatever intimidation he attempts to fill her with.
"The Gracelander" Brandon Hedley: It's always about you, ain't it Sara? ... Not this time! I'm gunna go down to that ring, re-establish myself as a competitor and a contender, and regain the honor I deserve... not the little flea you make me out to be... now... if you'll excuse me, ma'am.
"The Gracelander" moves to push passed Sara, she grabs his arm before he can walk out the door. He turns back around, glaring
"The Gracelander" Brandon Hedley: Can I help you?
Sara smiles gently and gets closer to him.
Sara Sanderson: First, if you wanted a date, you didn't have to win a match to get it. You just had to be a real man and ask.
Brandon looks at her quizzically and opens his mouth to speak. She presses one finger on his lips to stop him.
Sara Sanderson: Secondly, good luck tonight. I know you'll do great...
Sara places her hand on Brandon's neck and pulls him close.
Sara Sanderson: Stud.
She smiles coyly before finally pulling him in for a kiss. After he pulls back, a smirk runs across his face and he rushes out of the dressing room. She smiles still as Brandon runs off to his match.
Sara Sanderson: Well, well. Looks like the King's been knocked of his throne.
She laughs a bit as he lifts his head out of his hands. His face a-light with fury.
"The Gracelander" Brandon Hedley: And you're the peasant gonna kick me while I'm down?
Sara stops and recollects herself.
Sara Sanderson: For someone with such confidence last week, Brandon, you look a bit defeated... not going out with me that big of a blow to your ego?
Brandon rises from the locker room bench. He towers over Sara, snarling down at her. She doesn't seem to be afraid of whatever intimidation he attempts to fill her with.
"The Gracelander" Brandon Hedley: It's always about you, ain't it Sara? ... Not this time! I'm gunna go down to that ring, re-establish myself as a competitor and a contender, and regain the honor I deserve... not the little flea you make me out to be... now... if you'll excuse me, ma'am.
"The Gracelander" moves to push passed Sara, she grabs his arm before he can walk out the door. He turns back around, glaring
"The Gracelander" Brandon Hedley: Can I help you?
Sara smiles gently and gets closer to him.
Sara Sanderson: First, if you wanted a date, you didn't have to win a match to get it. You just had to be a real man and ask.
Brandon looks at her quizzically and opens his mouth to speak. She presses one finger on his lips to stop him.
Sara Sanderson: Secondly, good luck tonight. I know you'll do great...
Sara places her hand on Brandon's neck and pulls him close.
Sara Sanderson: Stud.
She smiles coyly before finally pulling him in for a kiss. After he pulls back, a smirk runs across his face and he rushes out of the dressing room. She smiles still as Brandon runs off to his match.
