The Decline. Strat for Demonica and Gwenivere Jordan.
(The camera switches gears from the ring to the backstage area, focusing in on the door that states “Frost Inc.” on a sign, as well as “Plus Demonica” scribbled in black permanent marker beneath it. The camera moves further into the room, moving to settle beside Gwenivere Jordan. Gwenivere was slumped down into the sofa, one foot forward on the coffee table. Demonica, however, was no where in sight at the moment. The television’s volume was at a dull roar, replaying the same few minutes of the mysterious tape that would come in handy during their court appearance. She smirked a bit, leaning forward to draw out her cigarettes and spark it up, idly rubbing the crystalline ashtray back and forth on her black denim clad thigh. She looked up to see the door creak open, brow raised defensively. Slowly Demonica made her way into the room. She already had on her tight fitting, black shorts and midriff halter top that is her ring attire. Along with it she had some fading bruises on her face. Shutting the door behind her she didn't have the same twisted glee to her as normal but there were signs of it. Over her shoulder, rested her title but the gold wasn't facing upwards. Pulling it from her shoulder she tossed it on the floor next to the couch and flopped down on it.)
Demonica: Hey partner.
(Gwen’s eyes had gone wide when Demonica entered, looking as though she had had the shit beaten out of her by a mob of Christian extremists with Bibles. Gwen put the cigarette and the tray down on the table, pausing the movie and turning to look at Demonica.)
Gwenivere Jordan: Fucking Christ! Are you okay?!
(The concern was prominent in Gwen’s eyes. Demonica nodded in reaction to the question.)
Demonica: Things got kinda rough this week.
(With that she made herself more comfortable on the couch. Gwen frowned a bit, tilting her head to the side. Time to tease.)
Gwenivere Jordan: Rough, huh? Too much Alaskan fucking with D.S.? Damn, girl, you better slow down. (Gwen smirks.) No, seriously. What happened?
(Demonica laughed somewhat at Gwen's words. Gwen knew she and D.S. weren't an item. Still, she smacked her on the arm for the joke. Gwen rubbed her arm and laughed, before calming down to listen to her friend and partner intently.)
Demonica:All right… you remember what D.S. told you about the watching your back stuff? Well, it involved some dangerous people and I got kinda caught up in it. I got back home a couple days ago finally.
(So? she said something about it, but didn't delve into it all. Gwen’s brow furrowed softly, hands folding in her lap.)
Gwenivere Jordan: Jesus Christ, man. What the hell are you two involved in? Please, just tell me, will ya? I don’t really like bein’ left in the dark if it means I’m gonna get my ass kicked.
(Demonica shrugged lightly as Gwenivere pouted.)
Demonica: I don't think you'll be bothered now, nor do I think you are going to believe this, but basically D.S. has been involved in different ways with a group of female professional killers. It looks like Darkstar's ex got what she wanted from us. It's no big deal.
(With that she just lit up a smoke and acted as if she said something that's found in normal everyday conversation. Gwen’s brow rose slightly. She wasn’t necessarily unbelieving, just a bit, taken back, she guessed.)
Gwenivere: Ahh, I gotcha. Oh well. Next topic. I met our lawyer the other day and he’s a fucking ass hole!
(Demonica laughed, as did Gwen.)
Demonica: Next topic, are we on a talk show here?
(She sighs lightly at Gwen's words about the lawyer. Gwen hated lawyers. They were just too stuffy and slimy for her liking.)
Demonica: What'd he say?
Gwenivere Jordan: Basically that we were sick fucks. Then he saw the video. Said we were sick fucks, as well as Miss Fern, but we were as innocent as lambs.
Demonica: So what was ass hole-ish about that?
(Demonica smirked at her own words. Gwen laughed a bit, running a hand through her hair as she finally butted out her cigarette that she’d barely touched. She lit another one.)
Gwenivere Jordan: If you had been there, his whole demeanour was just… ass hole-ish. He was sick with himself for taking our case. Hey, let’s represent ourselves. It’ll be fun. We can play dress-up and be all Law & Order-like.
Demonica: That could be fun. (Her eyes lit up at the idea.) Only thing is with him thinking we're innocent from watching the tape he may get the DA to drop the case to avoid a public loss.
(Gwenivere chuckled softly, stretching out her back against the couch, hearing it pop a few times.)
Gwenivere Jordan: But we can’t let him get away with that, can we? Public humiliation, at it’s best, eh?
Demonica: So True.
(The scene fades out, returning to the commentators table.)