Before Halloween Shopping - Lies, Cases and Texts - Oh My!
Nov 1, 2016 23:53:40 GMT
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Post by Trixie on Nov 1, 2016 23:53:40 GMT
INT. LAS VEGAS MALL - LAS VEGAS, NV - OCTOBER 30th, 2016
Trixie currently is out browsing in a shopping mall, her hands heavy with paper bags full of clothes she's bought on her day out as she pops her eyes at the men's business department, taking not of the many different briefcases available. They had metallic, leather, vinyl and nylon as Trixie takes a look around.
Trixie takes a look around at the Halloween decorations outside of the store, turning her nose up at them as she sees a sale on sweets and confectionary for the near holiday.
Trixie says snatching the leather case from the display. The sales woman goes to Trixie to try and take it back, Trixie of course.
Trixie says pointing to a briefcase stacked high up that the saleswoman fetches a yellow ladder to climb. Trixie observes her climb and fetch the custom made alligator leather briefcase.
Trixie takes a look again at the case as the saleswoman brings it down slowly to her.
Trixie gets the case passed to her, opening it to find the label, the alarming number of zeros left of the decimal point, Trixie pulls out a number of credit cards, spreading the bill out. The saleswoman takes them and the case to go pay.
Trixie's bag slowly flops to the ground that makes Trixie clutch her chest and turn around sharply.
Trixie's heart in her throat settles and she calms down to see the saleswoman bring in her bag, snatching it from her.
Trixie holds the bag and sees the briefcase all inside, a small sheet of paper wrapping and likes what she sees. Trixie looks at her phone for a moment to see a few messages. Ernie Parker asking for a drunk booty call, Aqua Drop spam among others, scrolling to find the message from her mother asking her if she was coming back to work now. Trixie dials her up.
Trixie hangs up her phone and gets a text just as she closes her phone
Trixie digs out her phone to see a message from Knox. T.
Trixie currently is out browsing in a shopping mall, her hands heavy with paper bags full of clothes she's bought on her day out as she pops her eyes at the men's business department, taking not of the many different briefcases available. They had metallic, leather, vinyl and nylon as Trixie takes a look around.
TRIXIE:
"So many briefcases, but I only get to pick one, decisions, decisions."
"So many briefcases, but I only get to pick one, decisions, decisions."
Trixie takes a look around at the Halloween decorations outside of the store, turning her nose up at them as she sees a sale on sweets and confectionary for the near holiday.
TRIXIE:
"I know I'll be able to get one of these in the sales, there's going to be a…scramble…of people trying to get these cases and grab a discount. Disgusting people with mustaches, big paw like hands, weird eyes or a goodie two-shoes all trying to get my briefcase. "
"I know I'll be able to get one of these in the sales, there's going to be a…scramble…of people trying to get these cases and grab a discount. Disgusting people with mustaches, big paw like hands, weird eyes or a goodie two-shoes all trying to get my briefcase. "
Trixie says snatching the leather case from the display. The sales woman goes to Trixie to try and take it back, Trixie of course.
TRIXIE:
"Please, don’t touch me. Can I have that one up there? The pineider chic one."
"Please, don’t touch me. Can I have that one up there? The pineider chic one."
Trixie says pointing to a briefcase stacked high up that the saleswoman fetches a yellow ladder to climb. Trixie observes her climb and fetch the custom made alligator leather briefcase.
TRIXIE:
"I wonder if I could get someone like Tommy to get my briefcase for me. Jimmie Barassi didn't say how they claim it. I could just let him climb up and grab my briefcase, whenever the fans pull their fingers out and get to a decision, like I would ever sign their stuff so they could make money off my name."
"I wonder if I could get someone like Tommy to get my briefcase for me. Jimmie Barassi didn't say how they claim it. I could just let him climb up and grab my briefcase, whenever the fans pull their fingers out and get to a decision, like I would ever sign their stuff so they could make money off my name."
Trixie takes a look again at the case as the saleswoman brings it down slowly to her.
TRIXIE:
"I want it, the most valueable briefcase of the collection. The biggest prize to kickstart my RSW career after EOW. I want the Supreme Championship in the briefcase."
"I want it, the most valueable briefcase of the collection. The biggest prize to kickstart my RSW career after EOW. I want the Supreme Championship in the briefcase."
Trixie gets the case passed to her, opening it to find the label, the alarming number of zeros left of the decimal point, Trixie pulls out a number of credit cards, spreading the bill out. The saleswoman takes them and the case to go pay.
TRIXIE:
"I might need friends in this match though. There is like thirteen other people and that's too many people. Richard will for sure."
"I might need friends in this match though. There is like thirteen other people and that's too many people. Richard will for sure."
Trixie's bag slowly flops to the ground that makes Trixie clutch her chest and turn around sharply.
TRIXIE:
"Alistair?"
"Alistair?"
Trixie's heart in her throat settles and she calms down to see the saleswoman bring in her bag, snatching it from her.
TRIXIE:
"Give me that."
"Give me that."
Trixie holds the bag and sees the briefcase all inside, a small sheet of paper wrapping and likes what she sees. Trixie looks at her phone for a moment to see a few messages. Ernie Parker asking for a drunk booty call, Aqua Drop spam among others, scrolling to find the message from her mother asking her if she was coming back to work now. Trixie dials her up.
TRIXIE:
"Hi Mom…No, I'm actually ok since I have a new contract all drawn up and a debut….what match? Oh! It's just a silly singles match up. Yeah it's nothing dangerous like a Ladder match or anything, don't worry."
"Hi Mom…No, I'm actually ok since I have a new contract all drawn up and a debut….what match? Oh! It's just a silly singles match up. Yeah it's nothing dangerous like a Ladder match or anything, don't worry."
TRIXIE:
"My opponent's hard to explain. A black, curly mustache with like a bushy, bushy, brown beard too. Gay, like really flamboyant but dating the Supreme Champion too. Has this lone wolf, macho thing on them but really is a little puppy, kinda sees themselves as superior to everyone else but then is like happy go lucky, blonde shiny and conditioned hair and bubbly. Started as a backyard wrestler in Mexico…Yeah he…um…she…they're a mess, it's going to be easy Mom, totally a cake walk and I will win a fancy briefcase too."
"My opponent's hard to explain. A black, curly mustache with like a bushy, bushy, brown beard too. Gay, like really flamboyant but dating the Supreme Champion too. Has this lone wolf, macho thing on them but really is a little puppy, kinda sees themselves as superior to everyone else but then is like happy go lucky, blonde shiny and conditioned hair and bubbly. Started as a backyard wrestler in Mexico…Yeah he…um…she…they're a mess, it's going to be easy Mom, totally a cake walk and I will win a fancy briefcase too."
TRIXIE:
"Yes…alright I'll speak to you soon. Love you…toodles."
"Yes…alright I'll speak to you soon. Love you…toodles."
Trixie hangs up her phone and gets a text just as she closes her phone
TRIXIE:
(FRUSTRATED)
"Ugh! I hate when that happens!"
(FRUSTRATED)
"Ugh! I hate when that happens!"
Trixie digs out her phone to see a message from Knox. T.
