Post by vespertine on Dec 26, 2021 23:58:23 GMT -5
Place: Toronto, Ontario Canada
Date/Time: Dec 26th, 5PM
(Night in Toronto. Ontario Canada Vespertine walks down a semi deserted street. As she walks, she passes by a couple of rundown and deserted buildings, store fronts with shattered glass but boarded up. It’s currently snowing but lightly. She comes upon a seedy strip club with a street lamp out front and stands front of it for a few minutes. A couple of men come out of it, see her and walk over to her and proposition her for a night. She scoffs and tells them to go away or she will rip their arms off and feed their arms to them. They wander off in their drunken stupor and disappear into the darkness beyond the light from the streetlamp. From a distance you can hear them whoop and holler, both high on their intoxication of their liquid courage. She is dressed in a rather short black one piece mini dress that comes to mid thigh and on the top half, it comes down just enough that the tops of her breasts are exposed. She has on ankle high women’s boots and a black jacket with a fur collar and her black eyeliner is heavy around the eyes mostly. Her hair is done up in curls with blondish hi lites and her lips are tinged with a deep shade of purple lipstick. The skin that IS show is glowing, probably from the sheen she put on it earlier. She leans against the building and puts a foot up against it. On this night she has a certain stride to her, a bounce rather, and as she goes by a group of real hookers, they look over at her and scoff, she gives them a side glance and then looks ahead again and smiles to herself. She is dressed almost exactly like them. As she passes them she starts to talk)
V: So I must be giving everyone the wrong impression of me. I’m a blonde airhead who can’t see to get her head wrapped around being in the ring. I’m an anti itch cream. Well… that’s a new one on me. Never heard of myself as an herbal tea. But you know what. Who cares I’m not in the mood. In a few hours I take on team Legacy. So nobody takes me seriously. Forget that. I’m here now. I’m in this to win this because I’m first or not at all. You can all call me whatever you like, what your sweet little frigging heart desires. You don’t know me, you have never seen me in action except to take on Chelsea Skye. And you know what, it doesn’t matter. She wasn't anything to be proud of.
(She steps off a curb and a car goes by in front of her, she stops for a mere second as she crosses the road, lets it go by and she continues walking on. In the distance we can see the downtown area of the city of Toronto skyline twinkling at night)
V: Sure, I’m on your turf now. but I’m not going to leave just because you say so. You, all of you, are against me and there is nothing you can do about it. You can talk all you like but when you get in the ring with me, you will feel my fire and my poison. I’m not happy that I have to fight no names like you. I'm even less happy that I have to team with people who have zero talent. I have been on teams before. I have been stabbed in the back before. I don’t need to say anymore. This isn’t for a title. This isn’t one on one. This isn’t even a falls count anywhere where I can show off my skills. This is an elimination match. Oh fun! I have sounding like Loki but you, all of you, are beneath me. I wasn’t going to pull out all the stops because I thought I would have tag team mates. I don’t. Seems I never did. You are only in this match….
(she pauses before talking again)
V: TO make me look good. And I make this look better than anybody. You, all of you, are my stepping stones. You may have just joined like I have, you may have even won a match but none of you really understand what this is about. We aren’t in this match to represent our brand. We are in this match to represent ourselves. This is a make it or break it match. You break, you get fired. You make it and you go one step closer to the top. I plan on going to the top. What do you plan to do? None of you have any idea why you are here and what this is about. I’m the best this federation has to offer. But I don’t have to prove that to any of you. You are nothing. Who I have to prove myself to is my GM. I’m going to show her that I can carry Sin all by myself. I’m the best this federation has ever seen will ever seen and there is nothing any of you can do about it.
(she stops in front of a door. There is a neon sign over it which says: “My Brother’s Place” and has a picture of a martini drink. She goes inside and looks around. The place is a real dive bar. Smoke hangs in the air, red bricks make up the walls with posters and pictures of various scantily clad women or the various teams of Atlanta, there are a couple of pool tables in the center of the room, which at one table two bikers are shooting pool and the other table is empty. A neon juke box stands in the corner, a couple are talking right beside it. The song currently playing on the juke box is: “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynnard Skynnard. The bar on the opposite side of the room is your standard wooden bar with standard wooden bar stools, a HUGE mirror on the other side of the counter and on the mantle in front of it are the various drinks and specialties that they have. There a lot of gruff and rough looking people there. She goes over to sit on the side and looks around. The bartender comes up and asks her what she wants. She orders a shot of whiskey. He pours it, she opens a tab and he gives her the shot. She downs it in one gulp. A man comes up to her and sits down next to her to start up a conversation.)
M: How you doing?
(she grabs him by the collar and pulls him closer then kisses him squarely on the lips. When they part she snarls at him giving him this warning.)
V: You want to play and penetrate me? We can play later and do whatever you want. Right now, I’m in the middle of a promo and I’m not in a happy mood. Get out of here and come back later if you feel you can handle me. Otherwise I’ll take your balls, rip them off and shove them down your throat.
(He smiles, a toothless smile, she scoffs at him and he takes off. She orders another shot of whiskey and when she is given one, she again, downs it in one gulp.)
V: Where was I? Oh yes, nothing you can do about it. All any of you are, is talk. No action, just talk. And I know for a fact that if you do mention me, you are afraid that I am what I say I am. The best this federation has ever seen. So far, I’ve only been mentioned in passing. Good because you have no idea what you are up against and when I get mad, I get even, I get focused and when I get focused someone gets hurt. Who shall it be? Team Legacy or the rest of Team Sin.
(she pauses a second, venom dripping off her fangs)
V: You know what, just get in the ring and get your ass kicked courtesy of me. You are neither worthy or fit to face me. Just like Chelsea Skye was unworthy to face me. Underestimate me. That is all any of you are good for. You are my stepping stones, remember that when you are laying flat on your back in the ring. When you have felt death by diva, you will see me for what I am…
(she orders a glass of whiskey on the rocks and when she is given one, she chugs a couple of times and then puts the glass back down. Smoke wanders into her area and wafts over her head.)
V: Far superior to you. I am your better. And all of you will feel death…by diva.
(She downs her drink, slams it on the table, puts money down for a tip then goes out of the door.)
