That Red Velvety Feel [Echo's Night 2 RP]
Dec 8, 2016 14:25:46 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Dec 8, 2016 14:25:46 GMT -5
Echo sat in a rocking chair by the fireplace strumming a guitar, the low lit glow of a Christmas tree over her right shoulder in the background.
“I remember as a little girl going to my grandparents’ place on Christmas morning, back in simpler times when the family was a closer knit group, you know? Going to their place during the holidays meant everything when you were a little kid and the unknown promise of what Santa Claus might’ve left for you underneath that tree. I can remember as plain as day how all my little cousins and me would scramble around on our hands and knees eager to find our presents and unwrap them. Moms and dads and aunts and uncles milling around, directing traffic and making sure each child gets their gift and nobody opens somebody else’s by accident during all the excitement.”
She strummed a bit of Blue Christmas, humming the melody.
“Eventually kids grow up, and more often than not these tight knit families unravel. Not so much by any falling out, although a bit might be at play. Just turns out that children grow into adults and then start forming families of their own, some move away. After a while that original big family Christmas you knew as a child goes away, and even though you might replace it later on, nothing’s more endearing than those childhood family Christmases.”
She smiled to herself and wiped at her eye a bit, a slight shake of the head as if perhaps she wasn’t entirely comfortable with how the memories had flooded so plainly for those viewing to see.
“In my mind’s eye I see all of us back there still, the young boys and girls crawling around on the floor in our Sunday best because the parents just knew of all the picture taking possibilities. Christmas songs playing on the radio and a soft fire going… I can still feel the fabric of that velvety red tree skirt that grandma placed around the tree, a tree that grandpa had carefully selected and adorned with ribbon and bow and other assortments ornaments. The excitement when you finally had that special present in your hands, because every year there’s always one that one prize above all others, right? The sheer unadulterated glee as you rip that pretty paper away to claim your prize inside. The happiness of a child at Christmas is one of the most joyous occasions on record, man.”
She laid the guitar down and rubbed her chin, rocking a bit.
“All this comes to mind because now in 3GW, so close to Christmas we have the biggest event in this young company’s history. Too big for just one night, and on the second night yours truly is participating in the match that garnered the event its name: The Red Carpet Rumble. Just like the kids at Christmastime, twenty of us will be in there scrambling about and trying to find what we all came for. All of us are trying to get our hands on the one thing that is most prized by the end of the night: the 3GW Paramount Championship. I for one am gonna get down and catalog in my mind the feel of that ring mat, how the ring rope slides in my fingers in hopes that one day I’ll look back as fondly on this match as those Christmases of yesteryear and that velvety red tree skirt.”
She rubbed her hands together and then clapped them on her knees.
“In that ring will be some familiar faces not unlike family, others I call genuine friends; new faces that have come into our lives in the extended family that is 3GW. Not everyone in there will be sweet as Rudolph or Frosty; there are a few Scrooges and maybe even one or two wacky Cousin Eddie’s to contend with. Even friendships will ultimately have to be tossed aside if you want to win the whole thing, and rivalries will be only more intense, perhaps new ones sparked in that very ring. But how can we make sense of such a mad scramble of youthful exuberance in the Red Carpet Rumble? Like the three wise men that used the North Star to guide them, so too will 3GW need some order. They’ll need something to look upon that will give them assurance. They’ll need to find some peace. And when the ‘Peacemaker’ Echo Rigby wins the Rumble and holds that title like her favorite childhood Christmas gift… there will be peace on Earth, joy to the world, and good will toward all men. Everyone have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holiday, dear friends.”
“I remember as a little girl going to my grandparents’ place on Christmas morning, back in simpler times when the family was a closer knit group, you know? Going to their place during the holidays meant everything when you were a little kid and the unknown promise of what Santa Claus might’ve left for you underneath that tree. I can remember as plain as day how all my little cousins and me would scramble around on our hands and knees eager to find our presents and unwrap them. Moms and dads and aunts and uncles milling around, directing traffic and making sure each child gets their gift and nobody opens somebody else’s by accident during all the excitement.”
She strummed a bit of Blue Christmas, humming the melody.
“Eventually kids grow up, and more often than not these tight knit families unravel. Not so much by any falling out, although a bit might be at play. Just turns out that children grow into adults and then start forming families of their own, some move away. After a while that original big family Christmas you knew as a child goes away, and even though you might replace it later on, nothing’s more endearing than those childhood family Christmases.”
She smiled to herself and wiped at her eye a bit, a slight shake of the head as if perhaps she wasn’t entirely comfortable with how the memories had flooded so plainly for those viewing to see.
“In my mind’s eye I see all of us back there still, the young boys and girls crawling around on the floor in our Sunday best because the parents just knew of all the picture taking possibilities. Christmas songs playing on the radio and a soft fire going… I can still feel the fabric of that velvety red tree skirt that grandma placed around the tree, a tree that grandpa had carefully selected and adorned with ribbon and bow and other assortments ornaments. The excitement when you finally had that special present in your hands, because every year there’s always one that one prize above all others, right? The sheer unadulterated glee as you rip that pretty paper away to claim your prize inside. The happiness of a child at Christmas is one of the most joyous occasions on record, man.”
She laid the guitar down and rubbed her chin, rocking a bit.
“All this comes to mind because now in 3GW, so close to Christmas we have the biggest event in this young company’s history. Too big for just one night, and on the second night yours truly is participating in the match that garnered the event its name: The Red Carpet Rumble. Just like the kids at Christmastime, twenty of us will be in there scrambling about and trying to find what we all came for. All of us are trying to get our hands on the one thing that is most prized by the end of the night: the 3GW Paramount Championship. I for one am gonna get down and catalog in my mind the feel of that ring mat, how the ring rope slides in my fingers in hopes that one day I’ll look back as fondly on this match as those Christmases of yesteryear and that velvety red tree skirt.”
She rubbed her hands together and then clapped them on her knees.
“In that ring will be some familiar faces not unlike family, others I call genuine friends; new faces that have come into our lives in the extended family that is 3GW. Not everyone in there will be sweet as Rudolph or Frosty; there are a few Scrooges and maybe even one or two wacky Cousin Eddie’s to contend with. Even friendships will ultimately have to be tossed aside if you want to win the whole thing, and rivalries will be only more intense, perhaps new ones sparked in that very ring. But how can we make sense of such a mad scramble of youthful exuberance in the Red Carpet Rumble? Like the three wise men that used the North Star to guide them, so too will 3GW need some order. They’ll need something to look upon that will give them assurance. They’ll need to find some peace. And when the ‘Peacemaker’ Echo Rigby wins the Rumble and holds that title like her favorite childhood Christmas gift… there will be peace on Earth, joy to the world, and good will toward all men. Everyone have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holiday, dear friends.”