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| Red-handed; McKenzie/Hitcher | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 8 2008, 02:51 PM (23 Views) | |
| The Hitcher | Dec 8 2008, 02:51 PM Post #1 |
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[The backstage area is buzzing with excitement following an action-packed ACW house show. People were walking around frantically, some happy, some devastated after a loss. However, the mayhem only meant one thing to Thongz McKenzie: opportunity] Passer-By: “Excuse me…” [As the passer-by walked past Thongz McKenzie, who was dressed in a brown leather jacket and a pair of jeans, McKenzie smoothly slipped her hand into their jacket pocket and swiped out a $20 note. McKenzie grinned to herself and slipped it into her pocket. Thongz strolled along the corridor and swiftly snatched a mobile phone from a man’s jacket while he spoke to a wrestler. Thongz walked a little further and then stopped in the crowd] Thongz McKenzie: “Oh man…too easy.” [She had spotted a man in the distance, who was walking away from her. He was wearing a long, billowy jacket and a top hat. The jacket pockets were big and deep. If there was anything in them worth taking even the most amateurish thief would have been able to nick off with the contents. Thongz moved quickly, her footsteps not making a sound in the commotion. She approached the man at a T-junction in the corridor. She slipped her hand into his pocket silently. Before she had time to think the man had grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her down a quieter corridor. Thongz struggled but his grip was too strong. He dragged her into a room, it looked like an office, and slammed the door shut so they were alone] The Hitcher: “Thought you were lemon, dintcha girl?” [Thongz McKenzie looked up, noticing for the first time The Hitcher’s disgusting, ugly, witch-like green face. His breath smelt fishy, salty. Thongz McKenzie knew it was time to talk her way out of the situation] Thongz Mckenzie: “I was just…just….” The Hitcher: “Pickpocketing is the word you’re looking for, girl. The last person who tried to pick pocket me ended up with his face getting torn off and fed to an ‘ungry goat. Your next words are very important if you want your plus-sized Khyber to be spared” Thongz McKenzie: “I’m…I’m a contracted wrestler. I just signed a contract to wrestle for ACW.” [The Hitcher thought about this and a big grin began to spread over his face. He released McKenzie’s wrist and she pulled it away and began rubbing it with her other hand. The Hitcher spoke in a menacing tone] The Hitcher: “Excellent choice of words. I’m going to let you go, girly. But expect another visit from me soon.” [With that Thongz McKenzie backed away slowly, opened the door and shot out back into the busy corridor as the scene began to fade. What did The Hitcher have in store for Thongz McKenzie?] |
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