Post by Sierra Silver on May 8, 2021 16:02:32 GMT -5
The scene opens with a cameraman walking down the hallway of Sierra Silver’s house. As he walks, the sound of distance music, the theme song to Invader Zim, to be specific, can be heard. He soon knocks on a door with a sign. On the sign reads, “SIERRA’S SUPER EVIL LAIR OF DOOM!!!!!!!!!!”
After a few moments, the music shuts off and a voice can be heard from the other side.
What’s the password?
There’s silence for a few moments as the cameraman thinks. Soon he says:
Cupcakes?
Soon, the music resumes and the door opens to reveal Sierra Silver, dressed in a green and purple shirt, complete with her double S logo, a blue denim skirt, and knee-high, pastel pink socks. She has an excited smile on her face as she looks around outside the door, checking down the hallway for anyone else before rushing the cameraman inside.
Come in come in! We mustn’t let anyone else catch wind of my plot!
The cameraman walks inside, quickly followed by Sierra, who leads him over to the big whiteboard covered in words and doodles and finished tic-tac-toe games. The cameraman looks over to the open door, then back to the excited Silver.
Uh… Si? Don’t you want to close the door? Your… plot and all that?
There’s no time for that, Tommy! ...I mean… nameless henchman! I must show you my devious plan before it’s too late! Before the do-gooders find out!
But they’re less likely to find out if you close the door to the secret lair!
Shhhhhhhhushie!!! That’s Bobby’s job!
Bobby?
The sound of someone clearing their throat forces the cameraman to turn around, coming face-to-chest with the big, intimidating Robert B. Goode, glaring down at him with murder in his eyes.
Hello, Mr. Snow…
Nameless henchman!!!
H-hello, Robert. I didn’t see you there…
I’m very sneaky sneaky…
I see that. Very nice.
Goode gives Snow an evil smirk.
Thank you. I’m going to watch the door now.
All right. Thank you.
Goode nods, turns, and walks out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, leaving Sierra and not-Thomas alone in her room/lair. The camera turns to look at Sierra, who is wearing her excited smile.
Now come! Lookie!
Sierra spreads her arms out wide to present the board with a dramatic “ta-da” gesture
Ta-da!!!
See? Told you.
Thomas remains silent, clearly trying to form words but unable to decide on the right ones. Sierra takes his confusion as a sign to look at the board. Once she does, she gasps and quickly flips the board over to the other side, revealing a drawing of a stick figure girl with an evil smile on her face, a crown on her head, and a bag of money in each hand standing on top of the world. The word “Sierra!!!” is written with an arrow pointing to the stick figure.
Lookie lookie!
All right… What’s the plan?
Um… This! Duh!
Si?
Yessum?
That’s not a plan.
Yes, it is!
It’s a goal.
Nuh-uh!
Yes, that’s the end result. You need steps, you need a plan. The goal is great, but how are you going to achieve it?
...Obviously with-
Don’t say evil.
...Magic?
Evil magic?
...Anyways, obviously, my plot is to go through the Glory tournament and win the whole shebang!
Great. But like we’ve talked about multiple times over the years-
Tommy! I know what I’m doing! I won the Tournament of Mystery, ‘member?? Became the first Multiuniversal champ! I ran through 15 of the most amazing wrestlers I’ve ever seent to win that thing! What makes you think I can’t do it again here??
Nothing, Si. I just don’t want to see you take things too lightly and make a mistake that’ll cost you.
Sierra crosses her arms and pouts for a moment. Soon, though, a smile creeps onto her face, and she giggles.
For realsies, Tommy! I’m not taking anyone lightly! I know I look like I’m just goofing around, and I am a little bit. But that’s because I don’t let anything stress me out! I do my training and I work my booty off and I do whatever I can to win! But letting myself get worked up, stressing and overthinking everything, that just isn’t me, Tommy Boy! I wanna win and I wanna have fun! So I’m working on doing both!
I guess that makes sense.
Have faith, young padawan! Trust in Sierra!
Hey! I’m older than you!
SHHHHHHHushie!!! That’s not the point!
Okay! Give me your plan then!
I’m gonna do the evils and win my match against Mark Kelly! Then I’ll beat my next opponent! Then my next one! And however many more until Sierra conquers Glory!
And how are you going to beat Kelly?
I can’t tell you that! You’re the camera guy filming my promo for my match against him! I’m not gonna give away my game plan to him!
All right, fine. Tell me when we’re done recording?
Yessum!
Okay. So what are you going to do once you win the tournament?
I’m gonna further cement myself as the queen of all tourneys and use whatever the prize is to build my empire even bigger and better! Then I’m going to go on to fight for and win the world title and then I really will rule the world!!!
Being world champion doesn’t actually mean-
I WILL RULE THE WORLD!
...Fine. Well, it seems you got it all figured out.
I do! And even if I lose, I’m not gonna let it stop me. I will continue my evil escapade towards triumph! Bet!
Not-Thomas chuckles a little bit.
I always bet on you, Si.
I know you do, Tommy! That’s why I love you!
Sierra rushes in for a hug, somewhat awkwardly given Thomas is still holding the camera. They stay like that for a moment before the scene ends.
Then the scene cuts to someone holding a sign with these words written in green and purple marker:
SEVERAL HOURS LATER - FAR FAR AWAY! TOTALLY NOT IN SIERRA’S BACKYARD!
The scene switches again. It is now pitch black aside from the controlled fire burning in the center. After a few seconds, a figure wearing a white robe and a hood walks into the center of the frame, just shrouded by the fire. With their head down, they turn to face the camera, only their smile visible. Soon, they slowly bring their hands up and grasp the hood, pulling it down to reveal…
Sierra. Who else?
Henlo! It is I, the greatest villain this or any world has ever seent! Prepared to present to you my most devilish of plots in order to win this whole DANG tournament!
...Except… I won’t be doing it. See, I don’t like being mean to my opponents. That’s why I got Big Bobby! Hey Robby! Come say some things!
Suddenly, Sierra doubles over in a coughing fit. This goes on for a couple of seconds.
Technical *cough* difficulties! Breathed too much *cough* smoke! Rob, go! *cough cough* Do the thing! Say the words!
Suddenly, Robert B. Goode appears from the darkness behind Sierra. He’s dressed in a robe much like Sierra’s, only black instead of white. He glares menacingly at the camera before finally speaking.
...Sierra, can I take this off? It’s a bit warm…
Oh yeah! Go for it!
Thanks.
Goode takes a moment to pull the robe up over himself, revealing grey jeans and a white Sierra HECK’N Silver t-shirt.
Much better. Now, where were we?
Talk about the *cough* match!
Right… Mr. Mark Kelly, where do I begin with you? Perhaps I can begin with the petty, making mention of the fact the naming scheme of your moves. Finding Knee-mo? What kind of immature, asinine manchild comes up with such an idiotic, uncreative play-on-words name based on such a childish film that caters to the lowest common denominator?
Hey! I love Finding Nemo!
My apologies, Sierra. Now, Mr. Kelly, I understand that is about as bottom of the barrel as I could get, but that is merely the beginning. Ace, wildcard, something tells me you’re a gambling man. Willing to put it all on the table at the astronomically high chance you will lose it all and fail, collapsing into a miserable heap on the floor while the very world around you falls on top of you.
That’s how your match with Sierra will go. It’s your first match in Revolution1. I applaud you. A very big step in the career of a professional wrestler. However, another big part of a professional wrestling career is the first big failure. You make your debut in the Glory tournament. A chance for everyone involved to elevate themselves to a higher plane of prominence. And, as a debuting star, the audience’s first impression of you. This is your chance to make yourself a star!
...But that isn’t going to happen. You are not cut out to stop the awesome power of Sierra. People like you, the flashy people pleasers who think their talents will get them everything they’ve ever wanted and more, you need to realize you are not going to get anywhere. You need to realize that you need something more that gets you noticed.
Sierra was much like you, Mr. Kelly. She thought her abilities and her moveset would bring her all the success in the world. And you know what happened? She was pushed away. She was looked over at every turn. Ignored, cast aside, disrespected. Nobody wants a good wrestler.
Nobody wants you, Mark.
Sierra realized that. So she adapted. She adopted a persona of pure evil in order to stand out from every other exciting young talent in the world. Instead of waiting patiently for an opportunity that would never come, she decided to take what she deserved.
Do you think you could do the same? Do you think you could turn to the dark side and take on a life of crime just to achieve your goals, Mark? You wave around the gambling motif as if that makes you some sort of badass, someone interesting who people should pay attention to, when really it just shows how desperate you are for the validation of others. You need all the eyes on you.
Well, the good news is… it worked. The bad news is, you got my eyes on you now. You got Sierra’s eyes on you. Two sets you do not want. You had better pray Sierra finishes you off. Because if I need to pick up the scraps that were Mark Kelly, you will pray for death, but death will never come. Only you inside of a living hell with two torturers set to make you scream with pain and agony the likes you’ve never seen before...
Keep your flashy moves, Mr. Kelly. Keep all the things you think will work in your favor. Because when you step into the ring with a true villain like Sierra, you are going to realize how ill-prepared you are to handle her.
You will realize... how you are destined to crash and burn...
Goode glares hard at the camera for a moment before Sierra suddenly reappears at his side, now changed out of her robe into a pink tank top and black short shorts. She looks up at him with her bright smile.
Hi hi, I’m back! What’d I miss??
I was just telling Mr. Kelly how much fun you’re going to have with him…
Oh yay! Yeah, we’re gonna have tons and tons of fun! So much fun… it’ll be evil!!! Muahahahaha!!!
Sierra lets her evil laugh go on for a few moments. Goode soon joins in, but his laugh is filled with rage and venom. Sierra’s playful laugh is no match compared to the genuine evil of Goode. Nevertheless, the two continue to laugh as the scene fades out.
After a few moments, the music shuts off and a voice can be heard from the other side.
What’s the password?
There’s silence for a few moments as the cameraman thinks. Soon he says:
Cupcakes?
Soon, the music resumes and the door opens to reveal Sierra Silver, dressed in a green and purple shirt, complete with her double S logo, a blue denim skirt, and knee-high, pastel pink socks. She has an excited smile on her face as she looks around outside the door, checking down the hallway for anyone else before rushing the cameraman inside.
Come in come in! We mustn’t let anyone else catch wind of my plot!
The cameraman walks inside, quickly followed by Sierra, who leads him over to the big whiteboard covered in words and doodles and finished tic-tac-toe games. The cameraman looks over to the open door, then back to the excited Silver.
Uh… Si? Don’t you want to close the door? Your… plot and all that?
There’s no time for that, Tommy! ...I mean… nameless henchman! I must show you my devious plan before it’s too late! Before the do-gooders find out!
But they’re less likely to find out if you close the door to the secret lair!
Shhhhhhhhushie!!! That’s Bobby’s job!
Bobby?
The sound of someone clearing their throat forces the cameraman to turn around, coming face-to-chest with the big, intimidating Robert B. Goode, glaring down at him with murder in his eyes.
Hello, Mr. Snow…
Nameless henchman!!!
H-hello, Robert. I didn’t see you there…
I’m very sneaky sneaky…
I see that. Very nice.
Goode gives Snow an evil smirk.
Thank you. I’m going to watch the door now.
All right. Thank you.
Goode nods, turns, and walks out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, leaving Sierra and not-Thomas alone in her room/lair. The camera turns to look at Sierra, who is wearing her excited smile.
Now come! Lookie!
Sierra spreads her arms out wide to present the board with a dramatic “ta-da” gesture
Ta-da!!!
See? Told you.
Thomas remains silent, clearly trying to form words but unable to decide on the right ones. Sierra takes his confusion as a sign to look at the board. Once she does, she gasps and quickly flips the board over to the other side, revealing a drawing of a stick figure girl with an evil smile on her face, a crown on her head, and a bag of money in each hand standing on top of the world. The word “Sierra!!!” is written with an arrow pointing to the stick figure.
Lookie lookie!
All right… What’s the plan?
Um… This! Duh!
Si?
Yessum?
That’s not a plan.
Yes, it is!
It’s a goal.
Nuh-uh!
Yes, that’s the end result. You need steps, you need a plan. The goal is great, but how are you going to achieve it?
...Obviously with-
Don’t say evil.
...Magic?
Evil magic?
...Anyways, obviously, my plot is to go through the Glory tournament and win the whole shebang!
Great. But like we’ve talked about multiple times over the years-
Tommy! I know what I’m doing! I won the Tournament of Mystery, ‘member?? Became the first Multiuniversal champ! I ran through 15 of the most amazing wrestlers I’ve ever seent to win that thing! What makes you think I can’t do it again here??
Nothing, Si. I just don’t want to see you take things too lightly and make a mistake that’ll cost you.
Sierra crosses her arms and pouts for a moment. Soon, though, a smile creeps onto her face, and she giggles.
For realsies, Tommy! I’m not taking anyone lightly! I know I look like I’m just goofing around, and I am a little bit. But that’s because I don’t let anything stress me out! I do my training and I work my booty off and I do whatever I can to win! But letting myself get worked up, stressing and overthinking everything, that just isn’t me, Tommy Boy! I wanna win and I wanna have fun! So I’m working on doing both!
I guess that makes sense.
Have faith, young padawan! Trust in Sierra!
Hey! I’m older than you!
SHHHHHHHushie!!! That’s not the point!
Okay! Give me your plan then!
I’m gonna do the evils and win my match against Mark Kelly! Then I’ll beat my next opponent! Then my next one! And however many more until Sierra conquers Glory!
And how are you going to beat Kelly?
I can’t tell you that! You’re the camera guy filming my promo for my match against him! I’m not gonna give away my game plan to him!
All right, fine. Tell me when we’re done recording?
Yessum!
Okay. So what are you going to do once you win the tournament?
I’m gonna further cement myself as the queen of all tourneys and use whatever the prize is to build my empire even bigger and better! Then I’m going to go on to fight for and win the world title and then I really will rule the world!!!
Being world champion doesn’t actually mean-
I WILL RULE THE WORLD!
...Fine. Well, it seems you got it all figured out.
I do! And even if I lose, I’m not gonna let it stop me. I will continue my evil escapade towards triumph! Bet!
Not-Thomas chuckles a little bit.
I always bet on you, Si.
I know you do, Tommy! That’s why I love you!
Sierra rushes in for a hug, somewhat awkwardly given Thomas is still holding the camera. They stay like that for a moment before the scene ends.
Then the scene cuts to someone holding a sign with these words written in green and purple marker:
SEVERAL HOURS LATER - FAR FAR AWAY! TOTALLY NOT IN SIERRA’S BACKYARD!
The scene switches again. It is now pitch black aside from the controlled fire burning in the center. After a few seconds, a figure wearing a white robe and a hood walks into the center of the frame, just shrouded by the fire. With their head down, they turn to face the camera, only their smile visible. Soon, they slowly bring their hands up and grasp the hood, pulling it down to reveal…
Sierra. Who else?
Henlo! It is I, the greatest villain this or any world has ever seent! Prepared to present to you my most devilish of plots in order to win this whole DANG tournament!
...Except… I won’t be doing it. See, I don’t like being mean to my opponents. That’s why I got Big Bobby! Hey Robby! Come say some things!
Suddenly, Sierra doubles over in a coughing fit. This goes on for a couple of seconds.
Technical *cough* difficulties! Breathed too much *cough* smoke! Rob, go! *cough cough* Do the thing! Say the words!
Suddenly, Robert B. Goode appears from the darkness behind Sierra. He’s dressed in a robe much like Sierra’s, only black instead of white. He glares menacingly at the camera before finally speaking.
...Sierra, can I take this off? It’s a bit warm…
Oh yeah! Go for it!
Thanks.
Goode takes a moment to pull the robe up over himself, revealing grey jeans and a white Sierra HECK’N Silver t-shirt.
Much better. Now, where were we?
Talk about the *cough* match!
Right… Mr. Mark Kelly, where do I begin with you? Perhaps I can begin with the petty, making mention of the fact the naming scheme of your moves. Finding Knee-mo? What kind of immature, asinine manchild comes up with such an idiotic, uncreative play-on-words name based on such a childish film that caters to the lowest common denominator?
Hey! I love Finding Nemo!
My apologies, Sierra. Now, Mr. Kelly, I understand that is about as bottom of the barrel as I could get, but that is merely the beginning. Ace, wildcard, something tells me you’re a gambling man. Willing to put it all on the table at the astronomically high chance you will lose it all and fail, collapsing into a miserable heap on the floor while the very world around you falls on top of you.
That’s how your match with Sierra will go. It’s your first match in Revolution1. I applaud you. A very big step in the career of a professional wrestler. However, another big part of a professional wrestling career is the first big failure. You make your debut in the Glory tournament. A chance for everyone involved to elevate themselves to a higher plane of prominence. And, as a debuting star, the audience’s first impression of you. This is your chance to make yourself a star!
...But that isn’t going to happen. You are not cut out to stop the awesome power of Sierra. People like you, the flashy people pleasers who think their talents will get them everything they’ve ever wanted and more, you need to realize you are not going to get anywhere. You need to realize that you need something more that gets you noticed.
Sierra was much like you, Mr. Kelly. She thought her abilities and her moveset would bring her all the success in the world. And you know what happened? She was pushed away. She was looked over at every turn. Ignored, cast aside, disrespected. Nobody wants a good wrestler.
Nobody wants you, Mark.
Sierra realized that. So she adapted. She adopted a persona of pure evil in order to stand out from every other exciting young talent in the world. Instead of waiting patiently for an opportunity that would never come, she decided to take what she deserved.
Do you think you could do the same? Do you think you could turn to the dark side and take on a life of crime just to achieve your goals, Mark? You wave around the gambling motif as if that makes you some sort of badass, someone interesting who people should pay attention to, when really it just shows how desperate you are for the validation of others. You need all the eyes on you.
Well, the good news is… it worked. The bad news is, you got my eyes on you now. You got Sierra’s eyes on you. Two sets you do not want. You had better pray Sierra finishes you off. Because if I need to pick up the scraps that were Mark Kelly, you will pray for death, but death will never come. Only you inside of a living hell with two torturers set to make you scream with pain and agony the likes you’ve never seen before...
Keep your flashy moves, Mr. Kelly. Keep all the things you think will work in your favor. Because when you step into the ring with a true villain like Sierra, you are going to realize how ill-prepared you are to handle her.
You will realize... how you are destined to crash and burn...
Goode glares hard at the camera for a moment before Sierra suddenly reappears at his side, now changed out of her robe into a pink tank top and black short shorts. She looks up at him with her bright smile.
Hi hi, I’m back! What’d I miss??
I was just telling Mr. Kelly how much fun you’re going to have with him…
Oh yay! Yeah, we’re gonna have tons and tons of fun! So much fun… it’ll be evil!!! Muahahahaha!!!
Sierra lets her evil laugh go on for a few moments. Goode soon joins in, but his laugh is filled with rage and venom. Sierra’s playful laugh is no match compared to the genuine evil of Goode. Nevertheless, the two continue to laugh as the scene fades out.