Post by Dollface on Jun 2, 2014 19:06:40 GMT -5
An Open Letter from PCW's very own Most Loved superstar, "Dollface" Kelli Starr!
So, first things first. I’m sorry, Eira. I’m not even just saying that because I think you might actually want to kill me now! I swear I didn’t see Whitey’s bro hit you right before you got the Candygram... and I feel really bad about how that went down. I mean, I won, which is cool, right? On the other hand though you got punched in the head from two sides at once, which really sucks and honestly wasn’t fair.
Anyway, so, I went on a date! I’m not sure if I’m supposed to tell anyone who it was with, so I guess I’m not going to, but I’m totally sweet on the guy if you know what I’m sayin’. He makes me feel like Cinderella! Not to say that I don’t have a pretty bitchin’ life and all, but it’s like going to a whole new world with him! Only, not in that really cheesy Disney sort of way. More literal than that. Man, none of you have any idea what I’m talking about do you?
Very baffle.
Much vague.
So confuse.
Wow.
Sorry, doge is kind of a thing. ANYWAY. So this match I’ve got coming up I’m actually super looking forward to! It’ll be nice to repay Stormm for that win he got over me a while back, and tangling with a hot blonde like Jones isn’t exactly a hardship, yanno what I’m sayin? She seems kind of like she’s got this “perpetual bitch-face” thing going on though, and that sort of sucks. I’m way more interested in who someone is rather than what they look like (and no, I’m totally NOT a walking cliché, thank you very much), but it should still be fun to rub all over her. Platonically, of course. Stormm is just... well, he’s a good lookin’ guy an’ all, but that man will never be accused of being the life of the party. He’s a bigger buzzkill than someone dropping a deuce in the punchbowl - doesn’t this guy ever LIVE? You never really see him interacting with anyone, you never really see... him. Ever. He just walks to the ring, does his thing (which is usually lose), and goes home. He’s like Rick Majors Lite. With less winning.
Then my partner is Nathan. Now, I know what you’re all thinking. He and I have some really weird-ass history, and you’re right. With the bizarre Dr. Nathan/Mr. Saniti thing he had going on for a while, I’m still not QUITE sure if it will stay that way. I think he might be kind of worried about that, too, but that’s a good thing right? If he’s actually concerned that he might lose control, that means he’s the good guy, coz a bad guy wouldn’t care if he lost control or not. Follow my logic here? So I’m not worried about him turning on me or trapping me in a mirror or feeding me poisoned chocolates or doing some freaky magician shit and floating me to the ring.
Again.
ANYWAY!
I figure Stormm & Jones have their work cut out for them just to get out of the way of their respective egos and cooperate, let alone compete in any meaningful way. Nathan and I will head to the ring, have our own personal party of candy coated chaos, and then go get ice cream when we’re done!
See everyone at Trauma 155 - good luck to everyone in the Battle Royal; I’ll be seeing the winner in their next match!
xOxOxOx
Kelli Starr
Kelli Starr
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Iska leans back in her chair, delicately pinching the bridge of her nose as she releases a long, slow exhale. Mark Harris glances over from the copy of “Make-Up Artist Magazine” in his hands - Kelli’s subscription, of course, but he saw no harm in perusing the articles relevant to his own private hobby of SFX creature and monster creation.
“She’s doing it again, Harris.” A few soft clicks of the mouse and Iska closes down the offending website. She found it a personal affront to even have the Pure Class Wrestling site bookmarked to her personal computer, but protocol demanded that she MUST keep tabs on Kelli’s activities. Public AND private.
Harris offers a blank stare, an almost imperceptible sigh lifting his massive chest through the sleek white fabric of his fitted athletic shirt. “I’m sorry, Ms. Staronova, but what is she doing? The wrestling? She’s doing well, she’s been WINNING. She’s triumphed over BOTH the ‘darkly fabled’ Murdoc and the former PCW World Champion Eira in the past two matches alone.”
“That is all well and good, but what I’m referring to is her pursuit of this Nathan Saniti character.”
Harris chuckles at Iska’s disgusted tone. “Why? Kelli is pretty flamboyant herself, and he seems harmless enough. Now, anyway.”
Iska gestures sharply to her monitor in clear pique. “Because things like THIS, where she PUBLICLY claims allegiances? It could easily make Nova Pharmaceuticals look bad, for one of its co-owners to be so... misguided.”
“Does anyone even know that Kelli is associated with Nova? It’s the parent company of enough business fronts that many people don’t even know it exists, let alone who owns it.”
Iska appears mollified for the moment, clearly taking Mark’s words as praise of her labyrinthine business practices. “This is true, however it wouldn’t take much searching to associate her with the company should someone dig too deeply. Though how anyone would get through that many layers of makeup and that ridiculous wardrobe of hers is beyond me.”
“Clearly Nathan wants to.” Harris privately reflects on the fact that there were likely a great many people would likely be willing to get under his attractive employer’s clothing. “I don’t really see the problem with their little flirtation, it’s unlikely to lead back to Nova, and even if it did I can’t imagine anyone giving it much credence.”
“It is not a matter of probability, it is a matter of propriety and advisability. I simply do not wish to see her become entangled with someone who runs the risk of taking her seriously and getting to know her.”
Mark rubs at the back of his neck, privately thinking that getting to know Kelli too deeply would likely introduce Nathan to Iska as well... or even worse, the strange new merged personality. “I’m sure it will be fine, Ms. Staronova. They are consenting adults, after all.”
“Oh, it will be fine. I will make sure of that.” With that, Iska dismisses her head of security and turns her attention to reviewing the projections for the next quarter - blissfully unawares that Harris was on his way to report these new developments to Dr. Halliwell.
