Post by taliaskye on Nov 29, 2021 14:30:04 GMT -5
The scene opens in sunny San Diego, California specifically in the luxurious home of Talia Skye and her husband J.T. Banks.
Talia is sitting at the desk in her office with a stack of paperwork in front of her. Several pages have lines through them with notes scribbled in the margins. She taps a pen on the desk as she holds her cellphone in her other hand.
Talia Skye: No I told you the percentage you're offering me for merchandise profits is simply too low. I'm not some jobber your can pull a fast one on. I've been around this block enough times.
She waits for a response, which when it arrives it clearly displeases her as her eyes roll with such force they could cause a breeze to start. As she starts to speak there is a cold firmness in her voice.
Talie Skye: Let me make something perfectly clear. I am Talia Skye. I am a LEGEND in this business. I know what I'm worth and I will accept nothing less. So I think you better scurry back to your boss because if you can't make this deal happen despite my more than fair demands.... I will find another company that will give me what I deserve and THEY can host the Talia Skye Comeback Tour.
The voice on the other end of the phone sounds panicked as they try to convince Talia to give them a minute. She grants them the opportunity to make it work. When they return they come with good news. Talia smiles cockily as they beging to list off the terms they will agree to.
Talia Skye: Well I'm so glad you've decided to come to your senses. Once you fax me the paperwork I'll have my lawyer go over it one last time just to be certain, but as it stands... Talia Skye will be joining the Revolution.
She hangs up the phone and leans back in her office chair soaking in the latest big money deal. As she does there's a knock at the office door. She spins the chair around to see her handsome adonis of a husband J.T. in the doorway holding a cappucino for her.
J.T. Banks: You seem happy babe! Another successful business venture? Movie contract? Dancing With the Stars?
Talia laughs softly as she graciously accepts the dose of caffeine from her hubby.
Talia Skye: No no J.T. not quite. I've been meaning to tell you... I'm just far too restless here. Sure I could be starting businesses or go see about getting back into acting... but none of it really thrills me. I miss the adrenaline rushes. I miss going out in front of everyone and proving that I'm the best. I miss wrestling.
J.T. nods knowingly. He already knew Talia was bored with retirement.
J.T. Banks: Honestly... I'm kind of surprised it took you this long. You're such a badass I figured you'd have found some way to be involved in the biz again by now. Especially with WWA closed down. I'm proud of you babe and I back you one hundred percent on this. Go back out there and remind everyone why Talia Skye is the gold standard of wrestling.
Talia stands up and embraces J.T. before pulling away to look him straight in the eyes.
Talia Skye: Oh I plan to babe. Revolution1 is about to fall to their knees before the Killa Queen.
THe scene fades to black as te husband and wife duo celebrate the new contract.
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The scene opens up in a red room with elegant gold accents on the walls. Also on the walls are countless wrestling championships and award plaques. In the centre of the room sits an elaborate gold throne like chair upon which Talia Skye sits.
Talia Skye: Hey bitches! God it feels like so long since I've said that! Talia Skye is finally back in the world that I dominated for a decade. Now I know I might be new to all of you Revolutionaries, which speaks to how little you all care about wrestling history and legends, but don't worry I forgive your disrespect.
Talia stands from her throne and begins to slowly walk around the walls of accolades.
Talia Skye: These. These are my legacy. All of these championships, all of these Hall of Fame inductions, Best of Awards, all of these are why Revolution 1 should be ready to bow down. If you don't now well.. you will soon enough. See people of Revolution 1 I am THE Killa Queen. I am here to quell the Revolution and reign over you. Quite frankly I've seen what this company has to offer and the so-called world champions that head your divisions and I'm majorly disappointed.
Skye looks almost bored as she begins to speak about the world champions.
Talia Skye: First Jin Min-jun. What a farce of a world champion. An unwashed, untrained, undisciplined street rat with apparently ample amounts of luck that just so happened to land in his lap in the form of one Jessie Lee. We all know that without his partner in crime he would be absolutely no where. He'd probably be back where he belongs in the slums of New York disappointing his family.
She scoffs at this idea and rolls her eyes before continuing.
Talia Skye: And then there is the leader of what is soon to be MY brand: Damien Khaos Carter. Damien hides behind all of his Hallowe'en party tricks, but he is just a man. And I have run through many like him in my career. But hiding is what Damien does best. Hides behind his magic tricks, hides behind his new little gang of misfits, and hides behind his apparently impressive championship reign. But as it the case with his tricks if you look a little deeper you'll see just how fake his reign really is. Damien has benefitted from having underwhelming challengers lined up in front of him. The only reason that he's held the belt so long is because management is afraid of giving him a REAL challenge.
Talia walks back to her throne and again takes a seat. As she does her arrogance seems to be at max with her head tilted upwards refusing to look at those beneath her.
Talia Skye: That's what I represent to Damien now. A REAL challenge. I'm not here to wallow away decimating lesser foes like Damien is comfortable doing. Beyond this match with Brandon Hendrix I don't plan on wasting my talents on jobbers. I want to fight the so-called best and I want to show them why I am the Final Boss of wrestling.
Skye's mood swings to serious as she looks at the camera.
Talia Skye: But for now I use this forgone conclusion of a debut to break ground in my new kingdom. Brandon Hendrix. If we look at the record book alone then people might tell me I should take you as a serious threat. People might tell me you're a dangerous man who wins by referee stoppage. You've yet to lose a match in Revolution 1. But there is a consistent issue with your wins Brandon. Jalen Prince? Scratch Strange? Brandon Rivera? All just place fillers, training dummies if you will. Name me one memorable victory any of them has had in Revolution 1? None. That's a lot like you though Hendrix. Your most memorable moment is... a tie with Pettis.
Talia smirks as she shakes her head.
Talia Skye: You essentially have found success the same way Damien has. You've been lined up with enhancement talent after enhancement talent to boost your win/loss record and make you seem like a real threat, but Brandon you're far from a threat. You're a rookie. Green as they come. You've had less than two years in this game and dare to call yourself a star? A ratings earner? Whatever the hell a Based God is? Delusional. That's what you are Brandon. You create these names for yourself to believe in your hype, hype you made up. You're no god. Nor a star. You're a sad young man trying to cling to meaningless nicknames to give yourself worth. My so-called nicknames are far from meaningless. They're a warning of what you're about to face.
Talia's demeanor becomes slightly sinister.
Talia Skye: Do you know why they call me the Killa Queen Brandon? It's not so I have a brand to slap onto merch. It's not so I can parade around with meager accomplishments that I pretend are god-like. They gave me that name because of the trail of dominance I have left in my wake. Careers I have ended. Lives I have altered. Bodies I have broken. Dreams I have crushed. People like yourself who have claimed to be stars.. I haven't sent them crashing to reality.
She cracks her knuckles as she stares smugly at the camera
Talia Skye: Do you know why they call me the Final Boss? Because when everyone else has been left laying I stand as the final impossible test to pass. When every obstacle has been overcome I remain to end their journey. I am THE measuring stick and quite frankly Brandon you don't measure up to me.
Talia pauses to compose her final thoughts.
Talia Skye: When we are in that ring Brandon know that once the bell sounds to start the match you've already lost. In my ring, in my kingdom, I am queen and I won't fall to any Revolution. Certainly not one started by a man who cannot afford to fight more than five minutes out of fear his "Condition" could cause problems. Not a man who was nearly killed by Jason Ryan of all people. Jason is your biggest challenge? My old running-mate made Jason his bitch for a whole year... and I'm a much better wrestler than he was. So if you can't handle the perpetual joke of Revolution 1 Jason Ryan how do you expect to survive against its new queen? Brandon I hope before our match you pray to your god. Maybe he will spare you because I promise you Brandon...
Talia leans forward.
Talia Skye: I certainly won't.
Talia is sitting at the desk in her office with a stack of paperwork in front of her. Several pages have lines through them with notes scribbled in the margins. She taps a pen on the desk as she holds her cellphone in her other hand.
Talia Skye: No I told you the percentage you're offering me for merchandise profits is simply too low. I'm not some jobber your can pull a fast one on. I've been around this block enough times.
She waits for a response, which when it arrives it clearly displeases her as her eyes roll with such force they could cause a breeze to start. As she starts to speak there is a cold firmness in her voice.
Talie Skye: Let me make something perfectly clear. I am Talia Skye. I am a LEGEND in this business. I know what I'm worth and I will accept nothing less. So I think you better scurry back to your boss because if you can't make this deal happen despite my more than fair demands.... I will find another company that will give me what I deserve and THEY can host the Talia Skye Comeback Tour.
The voice on the other end of the phone sounds panicked as they try to convince Talia to give them a minute. She grants them the opportunity to make it work. When they return they come with good news. Talia smiles cockily as they beging to list off the terms they will agree to.
Talia Skye: Well I'm so glad you've decided to come to your senses. Once you fax me the paperwork I'll have my lawyer go over it one last time just to be certain, but as it stands... Talia Skye will be joining the Revolution.
She hangs up the phone and leans back in her office chair soaking in the latest big money deal. As she does there's a knock at the office door. She spins the chair around to see her handsome adonis of a husband J.T. in the doorway holding a cappucino for her.
J.T. Banks: You seem happy babe! Another successful business venture? Movie contract? Dancing With the Stars?
Talia laughs softly as she graciously accepts the dose of caffeine from her hubby.
Talia Skye: No no J.T. not quite. I've been meaning to tell you... I'm just far too restless here. Sure I could be starting businesses or go see about getting back into acting... but none of it really thrills me. I miss the adrenaline rushes. I miss going out in front of everyone and proving that I'm the best. I miss wrestling.
J.T. nods knowingly. He already knew Talia was bored with retirement.
J.T. Banks: Honestly... I'm kind of surprised it took you this long. You're such a badass I figured you'd have found some way to be involved in the biz again by now. Especially with WWA closed down. I'm proud of you babe and I back you one hundred percent on this. Go back out there and remind everyone why Talia Skye is the gold standard of wrestling.
Talia stands up and embraces J.T. before pulling away to look him straight in the eyes.
Talia Skye: Oh I plan to babe. Revolution1 is about to fall to their knees before the Killa Queen.
THe scene fades to black as te husband and wife duo celebrate the new contract.
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The scene opens up in a red room with elegant gold accents on the walls. Also on the walls are countless wrestling championships and award plaques. In the centre of the room sits an elaborate gold throne like chair upon which Talia Skye sits.
Talia Skye: Hey bitches! God it feels like so long since I've said that! Talia Skye is finally back in the world that I dominated for a decade. Now I know I might be new to all of you Revolutionaries, which speaks to how little you all care about wrestling history and legends, but don't worry I forgive your disrespect.
Talia stands from her throne and begins to slowly walk around the walls of accolades.
Talia Skye: These. These are my legacy. All of these championships, all of these Hall of Fame inductions, Best of Awards, all of these are why Revolution 1 should be ready to bow down. If you don't now well.. you will soon enough. See people of Revolution 1 I am THE Killa Queen. I am here to quell the Revolution and reign over you. Quite frankly I've seen what this company has to offer and the so-called world champions that head your divisions and I'm majorly disappointed.
Skye looks almost bored as she begins to speak about the world champions.
Talia Skye: First Jin Min-jun. What a farce of a world champion. An unwashed, untrained, undisciplined street rat with apparently ample amounts of luck that just so happened to land in his lap in the form of one Jessie Lee. We all know that without his partner in crime he would be absolutely no where. He'd probably be back where he belongs in the slums of New York disappointing his family.
She scoffs at this idea and rolls her eyes before continuing.
Talia Skye: And then there is the leader of what is soon to be MY brand: Damien Khaos Carter. Damien hides behind all of his Hallowe'en party tricks, but he is just a man. And I have run through many like him in my career. But hiding is what Damien does best. Hides behind his magic tricks, hides behind his new little gang of misfits, and hides behind his apparently impressive championship reign. But as it the case with his tricks if you look a little deeper you'll see just how fake his reign really is. Damien has benefitted from having underwhelming challengers lined up in front of him. The only reason that he's held the belt so long is because management is afraid of giving him a REAL challenge.
Talia walks back to her throne and again takes a seat. As she does her arrogance seems to be at max with her head tilted upwards refusing to look at those beneath her.
Talia Skye: That's what I represent to Damien now. A REAL challenge. I'm not here to wallow away decimating lesser foes like Damien is comfortable doing. Beyond this match with Brandon Hendrix I don't plan on wasting my talents on jobbers. I want to fight the so-called best and I want to show them why I am the Final Boss of wrestling.
Skye's mood swings to serious as she looks at the camera.
Talia Skye: But for now I use this forgone conclusion of a debut to break ground in my new kingdom. Brandon Hendrix. If we look at the record book alone then people might tell me I should take you as a serious threat. People might tell me you're a dangerous man who wins by referee stoppage. You've yet to lose a match in Revolution 1. But there is a consistent issue with your wins Brandon. Jalen Prince? Scratch Strange? Brandon Rivera? All just place fillers, training dummies if you will. Name me one memorable victory any of them has had in Revolution 1? None. That's a lot like you though Hendrix. Your most memorable moment is... a tie with Pettis.
Talia smirks as she shakes her head.
Talia Skye: You essentially have found success the same way Damien has. You've been lined up with enhancement talent after enhancement talent to boost your win/loss record and make you seem like a real threat, but Brandon you're far from a threat. You're a rookie. Green as they come. You've had less than two years in this game and dare to call yourself a star? A ratings earner? Whatever the hell a Based God is? Delusional. That's what you are Brandon. You create these names for yourself to believe in your hype, hype you made up. You're no god. Nor a star. You're a sad young man trying to cling to meaningless nicknames to give yourself worth. My so-called nicknames are far from meaningless. They're a warning of what you're about to face.
Talia's demeanor becomes slightly sinister.
Talia Skye: Do you know why they call me the Killa Queen Brandon? It's not so I have a brand to slap onto merch. It's not so I can parade around with meager accomplishments that I pretend are god-like. They gave me that name because of the trail of dominance I have left in my wake. Careers I have ended. Lives I have altered. Bodies I have broken. Dreams I have crushed. People like yourself who have claimed to be stars.. I haven't sent them crashing to reality.
She cracks her knuckles as she stares smugly at the camera
Talia Skye: Do you know why they call me the Final Boss? Because when everyone else has been left laying I stand as the final impossible test to pass. When every obstacle has been overcome I remain to end their journey. I am THE measuring stick and quite frankly Brandon you don't measure up to me.
Talia pauses to compose her final thoughts.
Talia Skye: When we are in that ring Brandon know that once the bell sounds to start the match you've already lost. In my ring, in my kingdom, I am queen and I won't fall to any Revolution. Certainly not one started by a man who cannot afford to fight more than five minutes out of fear his "Condition" could cause problems. Not a man who was nearly killed by Jason Ryan of all people. Jason is your biggest challenge? My old running-mate made Jason his bitch for a whole year... and I'm a much better wrestler than he was. So if you can't handle the perpetual joke of Revolution 1 Jason Ryan how do you expect to survive against its new queen? Brandon I hope before our match you pray to your god. Maybe he will spare you because I promise you Brandon...
Talia leans forward.
Talia Skye: I certainly won't.
