The Friction Spotlight featuring Taylor Parker!

Once again it was Adrian's time to roll her eyes. "Weren't you a northeast indie geek too? You should know at least SOME of the names, white guys pretending to be luchadors ringing a bell?" She asked, "But yeah, that was the time when indy wrestling started getting somewhat big. Not huge, but I got in when they started bringing in the iPPVs and stuff, ways to get publicity. When they worked. Which they didn't. The tech guys were not popular back then..." she mused. "And then a lot of the talent got picked up by bigger promotions, and you needed like 2 or 3 jobs to keep going because you could go like a hundred miles for a hot dog and a handshake. Still, it was kinda fun while it lasted"

"No, I was not a northeast indie geek!" Taylor replied. "In the mid-2000's I was in ninth grade, and I had better things to do than find chat rooms and talk about how the Flying Pandas didn't really deserve their title shot against the Ice Dragons. Late 2000's, I was busy kicking ass in the gym and in the ring. The geekness is all on that side of the table, believe me."

"Come on," Adrian said "wrestling's a geeky thing, it's been geeky since the late 90s, it's the geekiest form of fighting no matter how much. Embrace the geek! Embrace it~"

"Oooooh, so scary!" Adrian said, doing the Scott Hall spooky fingers motion, "Get all the impotent threats out now, it'd do you good to get them all out of your system, before I completely humiliate you."

If her attending of this colorful Q and A with two asses of Friction could of been a surprise, Reika Suzuka herself was attending quietly keeping her questions for last, dressed in her usual casual attire, her face and head were hooded as she sat in the middle row of the audience, observing the two take questions from most of the drivel that was the Friction roster. With a smile on her lips, Reika began to introduce herself to the two people, who she had past run in's with before...

"Mind if I ask a question on how much bullshit you two are spreading, JUST by talking?" Reika said as she took down her hood, raising a few eyebrows from the audience fans, as she sat there with a smile on her lips, legs crossed while leaning her arm and hand onto the side of her head boredly, tilting it to the side.

A surprise to some, the Viper had made herself known, and explosive with her language per usual...

Taylor opened her mouth to offer Adrian a retort, but caught someone out of the corner of her eye at a microphone and ready to ask a question. It was the schoolgirl from the bar. Taylor blinked and stared blankly at her for a moment.

"Huh."

She turned back to Adrian. "Man, the only way you could humiliate me is if I was seen in public with you and your tragic fashion sense and your ridiculous real world champ bullshit. Someday we'll all look back on your shit and just laugh, and laugh. You might not, but I definitely will."

Adrian's ear twitched when she swore she could have heard someone asked her a question, or at least insult her, but then Taylor continued to talk. must be hearing things she told herself.

"Hey, at least I don't end up looking like a post-ironic hipster when I wear my stuff, Sparky." Adrian retorted. "'Taylor Parker is overrated', I mean it's true and all, but it's a dumb-ass thing to put on a T-shirt."

"Yeah, okay Shortbus." Taylor rolled her eyes. "Do you remember what you wore in the last match? Fuckin'... King Arthur's gimp suit or something, man, you didn't look like a hipster at all. You looked like you belonged in a group home."

She casually took a sip of her water. "Oh, and how did therapy go? Talk about me much?"

"Okay, how about we talk about what you've managed to create for yourself. Have you tried making your own gear at all? Let alone something that complicated. Since this is your night after all, lets hear what you've got beyond an ironed on hipster slogan on a plain black T." Adrian challenged, ignoring the therapy comment. She had missed the last couple of sessions anyway.