Post by Dollface on May 9, 2016 21:59:28 GMT -5
There he is, giving me the stank eye again. Swear to god it’s like I killed his own mother. I need to GO, dude! Brenna Gordon! The Icemann Invitational Tournament! I NEED this, man!
The well dressed man at the desk a regulated 8 feet apart from hers finally stops squinting at her to address the judge.
“Your Honor? Surely in the light of the death toll, the responsible party should be held in custody?”
The judge lowers her spectacles, peering over them as one strong eyebrow lifts in question. “Counsel, in all my years as a judge I have yet to learn of a prison with the facilities required to house an entire pill factory.”
He clears his throat, rustling papers. “I was referring to Ms. Keliska Staronova. I realize she’s garnered herself quite the following in her work at -” he peers more closely at one of the papers, affecting unconcern “- Pure Class Wrestling, but here in the real world we need to set an example.”
He continues to carry on, citing cases where dog owners were imprisoned for the actions of their animals. Kelli leans back in her seat, her outward calm belying the ranting profanity behind her pretty green eyes.
Dumbass lawyer. I’m here to HELP your clients, you ass, but nooooo I was technically on the paperwork so it’s MY fault even if it wasn’t really my fault it was just the council and their -
“Corruption! It was her corrupt staff that lead to this, your Honor, and as owner she should be held accountable.”
The judge’s dark eyes glint over the steely rim of her glasses. “Counsel, I believe it is MY job as the judge to decide not only who is accountable, but what they are accountable for. YOUR job is to give a compelling argument why this woman should be behind bars when she’s insisting on full federal investigation of her company’s facilities.”
Yeah. Yeah, you tell him. YOU GO GURL!
As if the judge caught Kelli’s elation, she turns the hard gaze to the PCW’s superstar sweetheart. “As for you, Ms. Staronova, if at any point I discover you’ve deliberately concealed information from this court, I can assure you that you PERSONALLY will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.”
Ouch.
Kelli rises briefly. “Yes, your Honor.”
Taking her seat again, she adjusts the knee length pencil skirt (a deep plum) and button up blouse (pearly white), once again wishing for some of her more colorful garb. Her lawyer had insisted on a more demure outfit than she was accustomed to, Kelli sulkily admitting the man had a point.
Omggggggggg is this ever going to be DONE? I need to go work out. I’ve got that match coming up and I really wanted a shot at the World belt but this Brenna Gordon chick, man... she’s good. Okay, so she didn’t beat Grimm her first time out and I did, but that’s like saying he could be a woman if he hadn’t been born a boy. And identifies as a boy. And fuck the SJW’s are going to come scream at me for my internal monologue because I sound transphobic! FML.
<Yes, gentle readers. “Dollface” Kelli Starr will, upon occasion, even THINK in acronym netspeak. Don’t hate, the writer does it too.>
“Ladies and gentlemen the time is now 1:30, I believe we’ll take a two hour recess for lunch and reconvene at 3:30 PM.”
“ALL RISE”
Everyone stands as the judge makes her way through the back door, the assembled turning and shuffling through the double doors at the end of the courtroom. Kelli makes good use of her long legs and agility, weaving through the foot traffic to get out first - and immediately regrets the decision as a bank of flashbulbs explode in her face the second she steps through the doors!
“Kelli darling!” “Keliska Staronova!” <wow, that guy’s an overachiever, amirite?> “Kelli Starr!” “Dollbaby!” <oh my god, are you even trying?> “Ms. Starr!” “Dollface!”
“Kelli, tell us, how did court go today?” The clamoring halts as a myriad of electronic listening devices are jammed near her face, Mark Harris’ massive form looming behind her in silent warning. His dark skinned hand light on her shoulder, she glances up at him and smiles a quick reassurance to her head of security before responding.
“Sorry guys, I’m not really allowed to talk about court.”
More flashbulbs. Another mic nudges up towards her, one of the ones with the big long stick and what looks like a dead squirrel hanging off it.
“Ms. Starr, what are your plans for Trauma 192? Will you still appear even in light of the legal troubles?”
“Oh, I’ll be there all right. I dunno if I’ll be my prettiest or my wittiest, and it’s not a match against Fierce so I don’t have to be my gayest, but...”
A sprinkling of laughter meets her comment, one lemon faced woman shoving forward to get closer.
“Dollface, what do you have to say about your opponent? Brenna Gordon has had a pretty solid showing of herself since she joined PCW, wouldn’t you say?”
Kelli flashes a smile, adjusting the ash blonde bob (wig) she wore to cover her bright pink curls - curls that had grown in naturally pink since her meeting with the White Witch.
“I’d say she looks like badass eye candy, fights like a pro, and is a whole lot more than she’s letting on to people.”
“Clever words, Ms. Starr, but have you considered you might have this too easy? She just lost to a competitor you’ve beaten. Repeatedly.”
Kelli’s lips purse as she eyeballs the reporter. “Yeah, and? He’s kicked my ass a few times, too. One win or loss, or even a couple wins or losses, don’t make or break a career. Her losing to Grimm ONCE in her - what, third? fourth? match of PCW doesn’t mean I’m just gonna be able to walk all over her.”
The mob presses in, the familiar scent of Harris’ aftershave wafting over her as his body temp rises in preparation to act, his hands in a clear “back off” position on either side of his employer convincing the journalists to back off a step or two.
“But Kelli, don’t you WANT a shot at the World Title? It’s the only PCW Championship you’ve yet to hold, and you will be the ONLY talent in the company’s history who has held every single belt available! The Genesis, Underground, Tag, North American, International...”
Kelli licks her lips, fidgeting in poorly concealed excitement. “Yeah, I want it. I want it BAD. Not only do I want it, but I think I can get it AND I think I deserve it.” she grins, giggling to herself. “But we’ll all have to wait and see what happens, won’t we?”
“You just said you think you can, and that you deserve it - why the question?”
Kelli smiles at the cameras, tossing a playful wink.
“Because Brenna Gordon is just as capable, and deserves it just as much as I do.”
