Sung Ho is destroying Tommy's REW (white widow)

[Sung Ho]

After beating Tommy at the pay per view Sung Ho is walking around backstage looking to prove why he deserves in the main event. But the main even is already made which will include white widow. But Sung Ho is gonna change that.

The Krazy Kalifornia Native walk past the lockeroom named white widow. He knocks on the door and waits. the door is opened by a man in a suite.

man : may I help you?

Sung Ho : yes I have a delivery for Mrs. White Widow

man : okay hold on let me call her

The man walks away and suddenly white widow is here.

white widow : wheres my chinese food?

sung ho : oh how nice u like chinese food. Well I am korean!

white widow : f*** you! I ordered chinese general tso not korean

sung ho : too bad because I have a delicious meal for you

white widow : whats that u fat ass?

sung ho : a knuckle sandwhich!

Sung Ho punches white widow in the face and knocks her down. The man in her room runs to her rescue and hits a jacknife powerbomb on Sung Ho! He calls security and security runs to the hallway but by this time Sung Ho has run away into the elevator and gotten away!

White widow is hurt badly will she make it to the pay per view?






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[whitewidow]

White Widow is hurt badly. She lies on a wooden bench in her locker-room, not the most comfortable of places but at least she got her own. Maybe it has something to do with being a woman; it's not many struggling federations that can afford a private locker for relative newcomers like herself. And now that her brain is coming back from the fog of Sung Ho's sucker punch, she starts to remember she normally narrates in the first person perspective.

Ow. My jaw hurts, and my nose, and right now I'm really freaking pissed off. Not least because my Chinese food still isn't here, but since cameras can't help but crawl all over the building looking for conflict, no doubt somebody saw the man in a suit I had been entertaining. Well, entertaining is perhaps not the best word, and if people watched closely they might note that under that dark suit he wore a little white collar, making the idea of such a man being alone with a woman like me even less savory than it already appears.

Thanks a lot, Sung Ho, you jerk.

The Father has disappeared after checking on my well-being, and security mill around talking into radios and glaring at potted plants, as though they might actually achieve something that way. An EMT holds a compress to my face while a younger one dabs surgical glue onto a cut below my eye with shaking hands. She's not very experienced, but I let her do her job.

Then I see Scoops Daniels scuttle into the room like a less popular Dr. Zoidberg, and I sigh. He thrusts a microphone between the people attending me, because obviously now is the time to ask me how it feels to get punched in the face.[/i]

Scoops Daniels: White Widow, after notching up another victory tonight and maintaining your perfect record in REW, you just got punched in the face by Sung Ho. How does that feel?

White Widow: Painful, you moron. But also sad.

Scoops: Sad? Why?

White Widow: Because Sung Ho is clearly a troubled kid who is plagued with significant feelings of inadequacy. That's why he chose this time, when I was hungry and exhausted from a grueling match with a real talent, Matt Savior, to bang on my door and sucker punch me. He thinks he has won something over me, but all he has demonstrated is his impotence.

Scoops: But... what about the man that was seen leaving here moments after Sung Ho assaulted you?

White Widow: Yes, of course, Sung Ho probably thinks he's stumbled upon something amazing by forcing this private moment of mine out into the open without leaving me have any control. It's as if he were able to create a whole other character to package and sell to the audience other than the real me. Who is this mysterious man in a suit that nobody has ever seen before in my entire existence in REW and who only appeared the moment Sung Ho decided to lift his leg and make his piddling contribution to my career?

Scoops: That's what I'm asking you.

I narrow my eyes, then sigh. Scoops is a journalist, he's not going to get a metaphor if you slap him around the head with it.[/i]

White Widow: He's a priest, and we were having a private and informative chat about a matter of archaic lore.

Scoops: What sort of lore?

I smirk. Might as well answer honestly, what difference would it make? Who would understand?[/i]

White Widow: Resurrection.

Scoops blinks, stupefied. Then, like all journalists confronted with something they don't quite understand, he moves on.[/i]

Scoops: So, um, are you looking for revenge against Sung Ho?

White Widow: No, I think I'll let the poor sod stew in his own juices. He's an immature child, and until he grows up, I'm not interested.

Scoops: What if he comes after you again?

White Widow: No doubt he will, because petulant children are persistent. Trust me, I'm Irish, it was a large family. But while Sung Ho may get under my skin on occasion and cause me to talk in a manner I never talk around anybody else in the history of the world, and reveal strangely hidden facts about my life like the existence of men in suits in my locker-room, he is like the buzzing of flies to me. I don't care about Sung Ho.

Scoops: But how did a priest know how to do a jackknife power--

There is a knock at the door.[/i]

White Widow: Now everybody please go away, I'm about to have dinner. Except the security guards, you guys can stay and watch out for the inevitable return of Sung Ho, and all seven of you can get your asses kicked by him as he turns into some sort of Treadstone-built fighting machine just because he is so damn determined to punch me again.