Promo: Diva La Revolution!

[Guest The Satanic Angel]

A light blanket of white covers the ground in the Windy City. The temperatures overnight were cold enough to warrant a snow shower. At 6am on such a cold morning, there are few people out, but in Lincoln Park, a lone figure jogs the snow-dusted trail. He heads south along Lake Michigan, toward a large parking lot. A few cars occupy the spaces, but a black Escalade XLT still puffs warm smoke from the tailpipe, visible against the chilly air. Someone waits in the driver's seat, presumably for the jogger, who nears the lot. He, one could determine from the sheer size of the athlete that he is a he, slows to a walk about fifty feet from the lot. The man, who can now also be described as black, stretches as he walks, raising his arms over his head. He then pauses to bend forward, stretching his hamstrings and calves. The woman in the truck turns on the headlights and applies the breaks, shifting the car into reverse, apparent by the rear lights. The jogger high-steps the last twenty feet to the vehicle and then shakes out his limbs before opening the passenger side door and sliding into the warm vehicle.

 

"Hey, hun," he greets. Sean Davis leans over and gives the woman a gentle kiss.

 

She smiles at the SWF superstar and Revolution Zero member. "How was your run?" Rashelle Moore asks.

 

"Cold air really helps keep your lungs clear, you know? Invigorates me. You should join me some time," he responds with a playful grin.

 

Rashelle backs out of the parking space and maneuvers out of the lot. She heads south toward SWF headquarters, where Sean has a meeting planned with the SWF writers. She glances toward Sean as they are stopped at a red light. "I think I will … "

 

The answer surprises Davis. The rest of the ride, they sit in reflective silence … Sean wondering if Rashelle is playing or actually considering becoming an active part of the SWF roster while Rashelle just keeps a quirky smile on her face, because she's already made that decision …

 

 

LATER THAT DAY...

 

 

Sean Davis exits the conference room, rubbing a hand over his newly shaved dome. The look on his face is pure concern as he turns around and faces his girlfriend, Rashelle Moore. Behind Moore, Marcus Washington steps out, steel briefcase in hand.

 

"Rashelle, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" Sean worriedly asks his girlfriend.

 

Miss Moore nods excitedly. "I've actually already been to some training, while you were on the road. Marc's already got all my papers done up and they just need to be signed. Rev0 could always use another body."

 

Washington looks over at Rashelle, giving her that slow once over that says 'and you've got quite a body …' Sean nudges his lawyer, because the look is that obvious. Rashelle just giggles and lays a hand on Sean's arm, trying to calm him. "I've talked it over with everyone but you, and we'll do that tonight before I sign anything. But you see, I got a call from David Cross … and that night I had a dream … and it just inspired me."

 

Sean's eyes narrow. "You got a call from who? David Cross? Why is he calling you?"

 

Rashelle gives that 'don't ask questions you know the answers to' look. She answers him, "You know very well why David called." She quickly changes the subject to quell the burning from behind Sean's eyes. "I think this will be a positive step for our relationship. We'll get to spend more time together and you can be my knight in shining armor." The blonde almost swoons as she flutters her eyelids, partially in jest.

 

Marcus chimes in, "Girl. If you're gonna be part of Rev0, you're gonna have to be bad. I'm talkin' complete one-eighty, here."

 

Rashelle just smiles widely, her blue eyes twinkling. "Everyone loves a good girl."

[Guest The Satanic Angel]

(31 looks and no replies. My promos must be really boring. So what do y'all want to see in order to get some response around here? I could do a detailed sex scene if you'd like. Maybe a fed-wide beat down courtesy of Rev0? I'm sure that'd get some replies ... "I disbelieve.")

 

A continuation ...

 

"So, you talked with Cross, and now all of a sudden, you're part of the SWF. What's going on?" queries Sean Davis. Next to him, lying on her side, Rashelle Moore smiles up at him, her dainty fingers gently tracing the curves of Sean's muscular chest.

 

"Well," she begins. "In college, some things happened." Before Sean can open his mouth to defend himself, Rashelle quickly adds, "Not those things … well, not that I'm talking about." Davis curls his lip, perturbed. She can't help but smirk a bit at that. "I mean with Cross … nothing happened, more like what he told me about. And it just got me thinking, y'know? Back then, we weren't really close. I was studying psychology and you were playing football … sure, we saw each other at the parties, but there wasn't much 'us' time."

 

Sean can tell that it's about to get sappy, so he lies back, resting one arm above his head. He looks over at his beautiful girlfriend as she sidles up closer to him, nestling in the crook over his other arm. Rashelle continues, "And now … you drop in a couple times a year, and things still aren't right. What I had with Cross," she pauses mid-sentence to give Davis that look, that 'it's past tense, had' look … Sean relents and Rashelle continues her thought. "It wasn't anything like what I feel we have. And I want to hold onto 'us' … we're perfect for each other. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I want to support you in whatever way I can."

 

The Perfect Storm just smiles, gently rubbing Rashelle's side. "'shelle," he says. "I'd love to see you more often, and be with you all the time, but I don't think this is a smart way of supporting me." A lopsided grin appears on his lips, similar to that of his stablemate, Toxxic. "A phone call every other day is more reasonable … don't you think?" Rashelle just shakes her head. Sean shrugs a bit. "I guess it's kinda too late now, isn't it?" She nods. "So why exactly did Cross call you?"

 

Rashelle straightens up a bit, giving Sean her most serious look. "He called me to wish me happy holidays. That's it. I hope you're not getting some wild feather up your ass, thinking that he's trying anything, because even if he was, I wouldn't be having it."

 

Davis nods, content with 'shelle's answer. But in the back of his mind, he knows he's going to have to pay David Cross a visit … just to remind him who's got the girl.

[Secret Agent 0]

Hot damn, you know how many people are going to be accompanying you guys to the ring now?

 

Anyway, I liked it, setting up a potential feud between Cross and Davis, and over a woman always works. Plus we get some charater work on Davis, not that you haven't before - I've just been out of the loop for a bit if you did.

 

I liked it, lets see some more!

[Guest Korgath]

And to think.... there was a time when Annie Onita was the only female character the SWF had.

[Toxxic 0]

Jet is still the coolest valet around. Cos she's INSANE~!

 

Nice work Sarah, I'm intrigued to see where this goes.

[Dace59 0]

So, how long before there's a Women's Tournament then?

[janusd 0]

Jet is still the coolest valet around. Cos she's INSANE~!

Ebony begs to differ. Then again she's not really 'on the roster' so to speak. ;P

[frisco 0]

and of course no tournament would be complete without the lovely candace...although she is not actually crazy. Thats Carnages job.

[ChrisMWaters 0]

Jet is still the coolest valet around. Cos she's INSANE~!

<Kelly>Even if she is just a jobber to yours truly. *pats her women's title belt*

[Toxxic 0]

Jet is still the coolest valet around. Cos she's INSANE~!

Ebony begs to differ. Then again she's not really 'on the roster' so to speak. ;P

Ebony isn't a valet. She's a psychotic lesbian ferreasel. The two are easily confused though.