Laura Seville and Prince MacRear - FOCUS
Jul 8, 2015 21:43:58 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Jul 8, 2015 21:43:58 GMT -5
Was supposed to be in the show before Laura's match so pretend that's where this happened 
Scene opens up with Laura Seville shadowboxing in the locker room. She’s wearing her black hoodie with the hood over it. Some red Beats by Dre headphones around her neck. Also wearing black sweatpants and some Nike running shoes. Shadowboxing the air and dust, breathing in every punch. The expression on her face shows the intensity in her mood which, as of right now, was changing. She kept shadowboxing until the finally got too into it and began punching (lightly) the locker doors and then kicking it one good time before letting out a battlecry. She stopped, breathing hard. She walked over and grabbed her water bottle and downed it. Then the sounds of someone opening up the door was heard. But she was into her own thoughts, she didn’t care to look back to see who it was.
Prince MacRear: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Relax there Xena Warrior Princess!
The camera pans to the other side of the locker room revealing Prince MacRear with his custom Apex Prince MacRear is so pretty championship.
Prince MacRear: Why are you punching lockers anyway?! You could break a nail, or worse… YOU CAN CUT YOUR FINGER OPEN! EWWWWWW. BLOOD, AND BAND-AIDS AND… YUCKY!
MacRear moves his title from his shoulder to his hand and sits at the first chair he sees.
Prince MacRear: Anywaaaaaays, why are you beating up on objects anyway? YOU COULD HURT YOUR HAND BEFORE YOUR MATCH!
Laura looks over to see MacRear. The thing was: Laura loved MacRear. Openly admitted that MacRear was one of her favorite people in life. Even if she did lose to him in her first main event, she didn’t care. But right now. Something deep and dark was changing inside of Laura, and at this moment. She wasn’t really thrilled with the fact of someone questioning her warm up.
Laura Seville: A nail…. Well, if you’d noticed Mic. I don’t put on fake nails anymore. I’m too busy trying to…
She goes for a smooth shadow punch.
Laura Seville: Break.
Then another smooth shadow punch.
Laura Seville: Everyones.
Then she switches to southpaw and goes for a shadow right hook.
Laura Seville: Face.
Then turns around and punches the locker door hard leaving a dent.
Laura Seville: In!!!
Laura looks at her knuckle then which starts to turn a little red. She shakes off the pain.
Laura Seville: What are you even doing here. Don’t you have a big main event match for the real….
Laura looks at his title but doesn’t smirk at it as she usually would’ve.
Laura Seville: …. I guess to make a…. Undisputed Apex Championship, I suppose.
MacRear glances at his title and shrugs.
Prince MacRear: Yeah, so? What else could I be doing right now?! I’M NERVOUS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF SO I CAME TO CHECK UP ON MY LITTLE BUDDY.
He pauses, bringing the title up to his shoulder.
Prince MacRear: My buddy who SEEMS to have some bad luck going on. Beating up on a locker isn’t going to turn your luck around, Laura. As a matter of fact, if you punch that stupid thing any harder you might break your wrists and your lucks gonna go from bad to worse!
MacRear had a soft spot for Laura and it was shown. He stood up and spun around in a circle for no reason at all other than he wanted to.
Prince MacRear: I feel like I started this whole thing and that makes me a sad sultan. If I didn’t beat you, maybe YOU would’ve been the one vying to become the first ever Undisputed Apex Prince MacRear is so pretty champion, but nooooo.
He stops, remembering back to something.
Prince MacRear: You know what?! It’s not my fault! It’s your fault! It’s your fault because instead of focusing on just WRESTLING… You wanted to Foxy Box. You wanted to be the alphafemale of the combat sports world, and what has that done for you?!! NOTHING. THIS ISN’T ME TRYING TO BE A JERK NEITHER, LAURA. THIS IS ME TRYING TO GET YOU TO FOCUS!
MacRear drops his championship, reaches forward and grabs Laura by the shoulders.
Prince MacRear: FOCUS!!!! ON… ONE… THING, MMMMKAY?
Laura clinched her fist, and pushed MacRear off of her. She wanted to strike back, but stopped herself. She sighed. It was one of those things ‘the truth hurts’ moments. She turned around and sat on a bench just listening to what he just said.
Laura Seville: It was just…. being too nice. Passive aggressive is what I was striving to do. But it obviously is not something that’s working.
She then realized.
Laura Seville: And I sure as hell don’t want to be a Tarzan Girl and focus on 100 things at once. So you’re right.
She turned around and looked at MacRear, walking close to him. She extended out her knuckles for some ‘knucks’.
Laura Seville: You’re right.
MacRear meets Laura halfway and gives her a fistpound.
Prince MacRear: Of course I’m right! THIS IS WHY I’M THE LEADER OF THE LOCKER ROOM! But I should get going. I’M GONNA GO TAKE WHAT SHOULD’VE BEEN MINE FROM THE VERY BEGINNING! Ciao!
MacRear turns around and walks out of Laura’s locker room. Laura watches him leave then goes back shadowboxing. Scene fades.
Scene opens up with Laura Seville shadowboxing in the locker room. She’s wearing her black hoodie with the hood over it. Some red Beats by Dre headphones around her neck. Also wearing black sweatpants and some Nike running shoes. Shadowboxing the air and dust, breathing in every punch. The expression on her face shows the intensity in her mood which, as of right now, was changing. She kept shadowboxing until the finally got too into it and began punching (lightly) the locker doors and then kicking it one good time before letting out a battlecry. She stopped, breathing hard. She walked over and grabbed her water bottle and downed it. Then the sounds of someone opening up the door was heard. But she was into her own thoughts, she didn’t care to look back to see who it was.
Prince MacRear: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Relax there Xena Warrior Princess!
The camera pans to the other side of the locker room revealing Prince MacRear with his custom Apex Prince MacRear is so pretty championship.
Prince MacRear: Why are you punching lockers anyway?! You could break a nail, or worse… YOU CAN CUT YOUR FINGER OPEN! EWWWWWW. BLOOD, AND BAND-AIDS AND… YUCKY!
MacRear moves his title from his shoulder to his hand and sits at the first chair he sees.
Prince MacRear: Anywaaaaaays, why are you beating up on objects anyway? YOU COULD HURT YOUR HAND BEFORE YOUR MATCH!
Laura looks over to see MacRear. The thing was: Laura loved MacRear. Openly admitted that MacRear was one of her favorite people in life. Even if she did lose to him in her first main event, she didn’t care. But right now. Something deep and dark was changing inside of Laura, and at this moment. She wasn’t really thrilled with the fact of someone questioning her warm up.
Laura Seville: A nail…. Well, if you’d noticed Mic. I don’t put on fake nails anymore. I’m too busy trying to…
She goes for a smooth shadow punch.
Laura Seville: Break.
Then another smooth shadow punch.
Laura Seville: Everyones.
Then she switches to southpaw and goes for a shadow right hook.
Laura Seville: Face.
Then turns around and punches the locker door hard leaving a dent.
Laura Seville: In!!!
Laura looks at her knuckle then which starts to turn a little red. She shakes off the pain.
Laura Seville: What are you even doing here. Don’t you have a big main event match for the real….
Laura looks at his title but doesn’t smirk at it as she usually would’ve.
Laura Seville: …. I guess to make a…. Undisputed Apex Championship, I suppose.
MacRear glances at his title and shrugs.
Prince MacRear: Yeah, so? What else could I be doing right now?! I’M NERVOUS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF SO I CAME TO CHECK UP ON MY LITTLE BUDDY.
He pauses, bringing the title up to his shoulder.
Prince MacRear: My buddy who SEEMS to have some bad luck going on. Beating up on a locker isn’t going to turn your luck around, Laura. As a matter of fact, if you punch that stupid thing any harder you might break your wrists and your lucks gonna go from bad to worse!
MacRear had a soft spot for Laura and it was shown. He stood up and spun around in a circle for no reason at all other than he wanted to.
Prince MacRear: I feel like I started this whole thing and that makes me a sad sultan. If I didn’t beat you, maybe YOU would’ve been the one vying to become the first ever Undisputed Apex Prince MacRear is so pretty champion, but nooooo.
He stops, remembering back to something.
Prince MacRear: You know what?! It’s not my fault! It’s your fault! It’s your fault because instead of focusing on just WRESTLING… You wanted to Foxy Box. You wanted to be the alphafemale of the combat sports world, and what has that done for you?!! NOTHING. THIS ISN’T ME TRYING TO BE A JERK NEITHER, LAURA. THIS IS ME TRYING TO GET YOU TO FOCUS!
MacRear drops his championship, reaches forward and grabs Laura by the shoulders.
Prince MacRear: FOCUS!!!! ON… ONE… THING, MMMMKAY?
Laura clinched her fist, and pushed MacRear off of her. She wanted to strike back, but stopped herself. She sighed. It was one of those things ‘the truth hurts’ moments. She turned around and sat on a bench just listening to what he just said.
Laura Seville: It was just…. being too nice. Passive aggressive is what I was striving to do. But it obviously is not something that’s working.
She then realized.
Laura Seville: And I sure as hell don’t want to be a Tarzan Girl and focus on 100 things at once. So you’re right.
She turned around and looked at MacRear, walking close to him. She extended out her knuckles for some ‘knucks’.
Laura Seville: You’re right.
MacRear meets Laura halfway and gives her a fistpound.
Prince MacRear: Of course I’m right! THIS IS WHY I’M THE LEADER OF THE LOCKER ROOM! But I should get going. I’M GONNA GO TAKE WHAT SHOULD’VE BEEN MINE FROM THE VERY BEGINNING! Ciao!
MacRear turns around and walks out of Laura’s locker room. Laura watches him leave then goes back shadowboxing. Scene fades.
