Literature
71: TK: Stagecraft
STAGECRAFT --------------- “I’m just happy I’m not out there first.” Sasha Dubois scratched the back of her neck, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she watched the next fight of the evening begin from the fighters’ bleachers. “It’s still weird seeing this from here instead of the booth.” “I still can’t believe you’re, y’know…” Marissa Thompson gestured at the demure brunette’s body, clad in a white sports bra and tight red briefs. “In a top and trunks and nothing else. Not like shy little Sasha back at school.” “It’s just…after I took overtime, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It’s so primal.” Sasha blushed slightly as she gave her new zealander friend an intense look. “And as long as I do it here, it’s safe.” “We’ll see…” Marissa pulled her legs up one at a time, curling and stretching them idly in her magenta wrestling singlet. “I’m still digesting the part where your neck got snapped.” “Medikade can fix anything but a destroyed brain,” stated Sasha, slightly