TDG and the one minute 13 seconds
Mar 22, 2024 10:21:21 GMT
Luis Carrillo and freedomsquad like this
Post by The Delivery Girl on Mar 22, 2024 10:21:21 GMT
We catch up to The Delivery Girl as she bursts through the curtains after competing in the 2nd preseason match, leaving her partners in the ring to grandstand for the masses. A throng of reporters nearby hope to get a word with any of the victors but The Delivery Girl blows through them like they’re not there. There’s a sense of urgency written in her, legs moving rapidly down the hall.
“TDG! Hey! Can I get a word?” Yells Lou Skunt, a reporter for Kayfabe Insider.
“If ya can keep up,” comes the reply.
Lou breaks into a sprint and catches up to her as she speeds into her dressing room hectically throwing on a delivery uniform.
“TDG, what went on out there? The fans wanted to see more of you four blue chippers but you blind-tagged in and took out that member of the Upstarts pretty quick for the 1-2-3! Did you at least get a feel for your partners’ move sets since you’re gonna be fighting them on week one?”
“Naw. Ain’t nobody got time for that.” She opens up two packets of candy pixie dust and begins frantically emptying them in a line on a table, “My partners were slow as molasses! I’m on a 5-minute deadline and before I knew it six minutes had passed so I put an end to their little shindig pretty damn quick.” She pulls out a straw and snorts the lines of pixie dust like a druggie would their pick of poison.
“TDG!!!!!” Lou shrieks, seemingly unaware that it’s candy.
“SUGAR CANE STRAIGHT TO THE BRAIN, BABY!” TDG replies in a whooping cheer. “I gotta go ASAP! I am already behind schedule by one minute and thirteen seconds…. Master Bezos will-” She cuts herself off and snaps her head around in paranoia. “Shh, I better not talk about Master Bezos! Heard there are some nosy-ass superheroes around these parts now.”
Before Lou Skunt can get another word in, The Delivery Girl is long gone.
“TDG! Hey! Can I get a word?” Yells Lou Skunt, a reporter for Kayfabe Insider.
“If ya can keep up,” comes the reply.
Lou breaks into a sprint and catches up to her as she speeds into her dressing room hectically throwing on a delivery uniform.
“TDG, what went on out there? The fans wanted to see more of you four blue chippers but you blind-tagged in and took out that member of the Upstarts pretty quick for the 1-2-3! Did you at least get a feel for your partners’ move sets since you’re gonna be fighting them on week one?”
“Naw. Ain’t nobody got time for that.” She opens up two packets of candy pixie dust and begins frantically emptying them in a line on a table, “My partners were slow as molasses! I’m on a 5-minute deadline and before I knew it six minutes had passed so I put an end to their little shindig pretty damn quick.” She pulls out a straw and snorts the lines of pixie dust like a druggie would their pick of poison.
“TDG!!!!!” Lou shrieks, seemingly unaware that it’s candy.
“SUGAR CANE STRAIGHT TO THE BRAIN, BABY!” TDG replies in a whooping cheer. “I gotta go ASAP! I am already behind schedule by one minute and thirteen seconds…. Master Bezos will-” She cuts herself off and snaps her head around in paranoia. “Shh, I better not talk about Master Bezos! Heard there are some nosy-ass superheroes around these parts now.”
Before Lou Skunt can get another word in, The Delivery Girl is long gone.