"Conway's Crib" Feat. Sarah Gatt

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[size=150:3b2wxbr2][align=center:3b2wxbr2]With Kelly Conway[/align:3b2wxbr2]
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[size=150:3b2wxbr2][align=center:3b2wxbr2]Tonight's Guest [/align:3b2wxbr2]
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[size=150:3b2wxbr2][align=center:3b2wxbr2]Sarah Gatt[/align:3b2wxbr2]

Friday - 11:02 p.m. - Tokyo, Japan - AFW Friction Headquarters - Studio C

Camera fades in to view a small studio stage set with a large desk and a giant picture of Kelly Conway in the background while a guest lounge chair off to the side of the desk while [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-V6Xm9nsm8:3b2wxbr2]"Natrual Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre & Ice Cube[/url:3b2wxbr2] played throughout the room with a live studio audience applauding and cheering behind the cameras as the host of Conway's Crib walked up on the stage from behind a curtain, wielding a microphone, looking towards the cameras with a confident smirk upon her face while bobbing her head to the music that was playing, taking her seat at the desk. The host was none other than Kelly 'The Ghoul' Conway, and this was Conway's Crib...

The song then began to fade out and the crowd grew quiet. The Host was about to speak.

"Good Evening Sadists and Drool Monkeys around the world! Welcome to Conway's Crib! AFW's best talk show starring yours truly... Kelly... The Ghoul... Conway!!!" Kelly would exclaim loudly with a gleeful look in her eyes (A dark bruise noticeable under one of them) as a sign hanging down from the ceiling light up for the audience to see, which read 'Applause', prompting the near mindless audience do so and follow orders like the sheep they were.

"Boy oh Boy is crazy shit happening in AFW... Megumi Mutoh dropping Cassie Elliot faster than Chesna Matu dropped Lia Cross... Adrian Keyes is apparently hiding like a bitch from some crazy Red-Head named Morrigan who cut another bitch up with a freakin' box-cutter! DAMN! I love this place sometimes........NOT! It's all been shit. Not a damn good thing on any of the AFW channels I got. Know what it needs? Two Things. Me & Me.... Beating Heather Sunderland's face in. HAHAHAHAHAahahahahaaha....Ahaha... Oooohhh... But I digress."

"Tonight on Conway's Crib... We Welcome... The Queen of Brawl herself! AFW Champion and The Megatron of her notorious posse...The Gatt Attack... Tools and Maggots... Give it up for your favorite Super-Violent Sadist! Sarah Gatt!!! Kelly would say into her mic before she pointed off screen where Sarah was supposed to appear from backstage and walk towards the center stage as Sarah's music played for her.

Upon being announced by the obnoxious TV hostess the lady of the hour stepped out of the backstage area and into the view of the camera. Sarah Gatt had a deeper than usual scowl on her face as she strode onto the TV set, looking like she didn't want to be here at all. She was dressed in tight fighting jeans and a shirt with band name Metallica sprawled across it. And wrapped around her waist was the coveted Friction Title belt, the trophy that marked her the strongest woman in the AFW, a title that was no kind of exageration. Through blood and sweat and tears, most of which belonged to her opponants, Sarah had risen to the top of the Friction food chain. And now what was she doing? A stupid interview for some stupid blond. It sucked being famous sometimes.

With her scowl still in place Sarah made her way to Kelly's prop desk amidst the boos and the cheers, anf moved to take one of the seats reserved for guests, plopping her butt down and settling in. She then turned to mix Kelly Conway with a dark glare, as if daring her to make a stupid crack. "Sup?" she growled.

Watching Sarah walk onto the small studio set, Kelly would rest elbow up on the desk and place her chin carelessly on her palm while Sarah was greeted with a mixed reaction by the studio audience. Cheered by her loyal fans, the brainless tools who followed the majority and those who just favored Heels. All while being being Booed by those who hated her, Fans of her enemies and those who just liked Babyface Wrestlers.

Seeing Sarah take a seat before she spoke out, Kelly would just grin at the world champion before deciding to finally speak. "Oh just the usual. Being.... Me.... Hehehehe..." Kelly would say to Sarah with a light chuckle before sitting herself up right.

"First off let me say that I love your shirt Sarah and that you have Great Taste in music... Metallica's St. Anger is my entrance theme you know? The Song, not The Album. No one likes the album." Said Kelly in a rather smug, confident, know-it-all manner before opening her eyes to look at Gatt.

"Now... Before we talk a little bit more about... You. Is there something you'd like the people around the world to know in response to the rumors and allegations that have been made regarding a certain ambush then Near-Fatal Shooting against a certain dimwitted Wrestler from Tension?" Kelly would say to Sarah in a rather serious tone, though her face remained as smug and overconfident as usual.

If Kelly's knowledge of Metallica impressed Sarah it certainly didn't show on the Queen of Brawl's face. If anything it only annoyed Sarah more about being here. Kelly's attempt at getting on her good side was slipping further and further away the more she babled on. Sarah wished she hadn't agreed to do this. She was clearly drunk at the time she did.

Subtley apparently didn't fit into Kelly's agenda, and she asked Sarah the question she knew she was going to ask. Her part in the shooting of Clyde Gastin. Sarah clenched her fists as the crowd then started to boo and hiss her, something Kelly was probably waiting to happen. "We roughed the guy up a little," Sarah answered evenly, though anger was clearly simmering beneath the surface. "And that was it. I don't know who shot him afterwards, but it wasn't us. No one in my crew would ever shoot anybody. Od that I can say for sure."

Upon hearing Sarah's words regarding the shooting that more or less expressed her innocence on the matter, Kelly would smug grin wouldn't even budge but she would nod in approval before turning towards the audience and the camera.

"Well! There you have it folks! Sarah Gatt denies any involvement what so ever on the Clyde Gastin shooting!" Kelly would exclaim happily like a game show host before her face curled into a droll frown. "...If it only it killed em..." She'd mumble before sighing and turning back to Sarah.

"So you defeated Akashi Tanikaze to claim the AFW Title? Very Nice. A Fine Match! How's it feel to be the champion, Sarah?" Kelly would ask as she tried her hardest to sound interested.

"But I've also noticed you haven't any challengers at all... That's a shame... You could use one..." Said Kelly with a smug grin to Sarah. Her eyes almost clearly indicating what she really wanted to ask.

Sarah could hear the mumbled displeasure of Kelly's audience after she explained her innocence in the shooting. The majority didn't beleive her and some even started booing her because of it. It was to be expected Sarah supposed. She wasn't the baddest bitch in the AFW for nothing. Though some people didn't seem to understand that there were some things even she wouldn't do, no matter how much money she was given.

Sarah sharply turned her head to Kelly when she wished Clyde had died from the shot, causing her to glower furiously at the blond. Sarah hadn't forgotten it was Kelly herself who requested the Gatt Attack beat up Clyde for a her, the same night he got shot. Sarah had often wondered if maybe Kelly was the one who did it, and had hired the Gatt Attack to use as a scapegoat. If that was thecase, nothing would be able to save Kelly from Sarah's wrath.

"No, I just wear this cause it brings out my eyes," Sarah growled glaring at Kelly, refering to the gold belt around her waist. "Course I'm the fucking champ. Akashi was tough but I was tougher. And as for how it feels, it feels the same as always. It feels like I'm the strongest bitch around."

Sarah blinked when Kelly mentioned her and challengers for the title. Her frown deepened. "You volunteering, bitch?"

"Oooh Sarah! Temper, Temper!" Kelly would let out with a fake, surprised expression upon her face as Gatt gave her the smart-ass remark that didn't upset Kelly at all, rather it just brought up her mood and made her spirits just a bit brighter. But she did wonder what was Sarah's deal and why she was so pissy, but would nonetheless nod with an understanding smile towards Sarah's description of how she felt being the champ.

Then came Kelly's subtle proposition to Gatt, which came with a very welcomed response of: "You volunteering, bitch?" Damn right she was.

"You can bet James Hetfield's Table I'm volunteering!!!" Kelly would exclaim loud and proud before reaching under her desk and pulling up a briefcase, opening it and then turning it around to show off a large quantity of American dollars within the briefcase.

"You and Me, Gatt. $25,000.00 down on the table for accepting and another $25,000.00 for winning... If You Can..." Muttered Kelly with a sly grin to Sarah.

"...Do we have a deal?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow when Kelly presented a metal case to her. She had been in the same situation with the blond before when she had paid the Gatt Attack five grand toattack Clyde Gastin. She was still feeling the reprecusions of that deal, and as Kelly made another one, Sarah wasn't so sure she should accept it. Still, fifty thousand dollars just for beating this smug little bitch up? It seemed too good to be true. Perhaps there was more too it, perhaps not. Kelly vertainly seemed like a manipulator.

Then a sudden idea came to Sarah, and she grinned darkly at the thought. "We have a deal," Sarah said, earning a loud cheer from the crowd, even without the appluase sign lit. "But on one more condition. Seeing as how you're not the number one contender and all, and addition to the money, if you lose...." Sarah paused for a bit of effect. ".....you get thrown to Nha and Sha."

Kelly could hardly contain herself once Sarah actually agreed to have the title match. She did it. She beat the system. She was getting a Title Shot before Heather Fucking Sunderland even though she beat her and got that damn contract that Kelly wanted. But no matter. She had a shot at the title and that was all that mattered. Even if she lost, she was going to PROVE to the WORLD that she had what it took to go One-on-One with Sarah Gatt.

Then Sarah had to add something more to the situation. Causing Kelly to start blinking curiously at Sarah, tilting her head at the Queen of Brawl. "If I lose....?" Kelly let out before Sarah explained the worst catch humanly possible. If she lost she was going to be fed to Nha and Fucking Sha of all people.... Kelly's jaw dropped after hearing that, turning as pale as a ghost as she realized that if she lost she was going to suffer the same fate she subjected Gastin to. Oh the irony. Oh the motherfucking irony. Karma was definitely a bitch for Kelly today.

"W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WAIT!!! That's not fair!!! What are you stupid!?!? You weren't even the Number #1 Contender when Akashi Challenged you!! Kelly would argue as she tried her best to defend her case, even though she was cheating her way towards the Title by bribing the Champion. She remebered that Sarah's desire for money helped her before, she figured she could do the same thing again and take advantage of it.

"I-I Thought we were Friends, Sarah! H-heh... I mean... Who else would EVER vouch for you and help you against those Stupid Avengers? R-Right? C'mon now let's rethink this..." Said Kelly would say nervously to Sarah, realizing her situation was really bad.

For the first time since arriving on Kelly's show Sarah smiled widely, enjoying the way Kelly panicked at her alter of the deal. Her fears were founded of course. She had seen what Nha and Sha were capable of when they sent her the tape of what they did to Clyde, a task that she herself had paid for. The irony was not lost on Sarah.

"I couldn't do much when the champ herself challenged me," Sarah replied with an innocent shrug of her shoulders, remembering that day well. "I'm not challenging you. You're paying me to fight you. Therefore the conditions are going to have to be a little.....different. You know what I mean?" As much as Sarah loved money, it often took a back seat when it came to fucking with other people's carefully laid plans.

Sitting back in her chair Sarah crossed her legs as Kelly resorted to nervous reasoning, which caused sarah to smirk. "So let me make sure I understand this," Sarah would say. "You don't want to fight anymore? You're just gonna chicken out, take your briefcase full of money, and run. Is that it?" Sarah chuckled a little with a malicious smile. "That doesn't sound like championship material to me." The audience, who so far had only booed Gatt, now began to take shots at Kelly as well, and Sarah was loving every minute of it.