Profound Sadness
Dec 27, 2016 18:48:42 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Dec 27, 2016 18:48:42 GMT -5
(OOC: 734 words)
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Our shot opens up on Amanda Johnson in what actually seems to be a traditional studio interview area, alongside Gabi Beltran. The reporter should be relieved to have some sense of normalcy for this interview attempt, but her investigative instincts tell her that something is off. Quirking a brow, she asks Gabi, "How are you holding up, Gabi?"
Beltran shrugs her shoulders, "Meh, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Great, really."
"Come on, let's talk about it," After a cautious pause to make sure Gabi wasn't going to react angrily with a kung fu attack or something along those lines, she continues pressing the subject, "Is this about how things went down at the Red Carpet Rumble? You have to be disappointed with how things went down, don't you?"
"I dunno."
"I mean, you were looking forward to fighting practically the entire roster and things didn't exactly pan out that way."
"I guess, I dunno, I just like --" Beltran shifts uncomfortably in place as she speaks, " -- I fucked up. Wanted to draw an early number, drew a late one. And I just, I fucked up from there. Haven't been able to sleep right since; every night tossing and turning on my pillow-sword."
" ... Pillow-sword?"
Gabi continues on, ignoring Amanda's query – probably for the best -- "Threw one chick out, that was cool, but then I was gone -- it sucks, I suck." An uncomfortable silence lingers before she flatly adds, "Sorry for getting so emotional."
Amanda forces a smile, "It's okay."
"Not very used to opening up; let's bring it in, come on." Before Amanda can answer, Gabi has wrapped her arms around her, then almost like an animal instinct kicked in, slides her arms up in lightning quick fashion, placing the interviewer in a standing rear naked choke. Beltran has a faraway look in her eyes as Johnson slumps to the floor and the feed cuts to static.
The video fades back in with Amanda seated, leaning back in her interview chair, trying to regain her bearings. Cocking her head, Beltran gives a heartfelt apology -- "My bad."
"It's okay, let's just ... stick to interviewing and leave out the physical contact," Amanda pleads, knowing that it's probably just best to avoid a confrontation.
"Yeah, good idea; hugging was a pretty fruity idea anyways." Gabi starts lightly shadowboxing and pacing around as she speaks, "Guess I just had a lot of pent up energy. Soon as I wrapped my arms around you, it was like I was surrounded by a throng of Yakuza henchmen; just a swarm of deadly limbs lashing out like ravenous murder-octopi, painting the streets red with blood the only thing on their mind, one of those moments where you kind of blank out, you know.” She rubs her chin thoughtfully, “Gotta get back in the ring; get this out of my system."
Rubbing her forehead, Johnson does her best to do her job, "Any thoughts on Susan Kent?"
"She's an opponent; seems kinda out there. Not that great, attention focused on too many things besides fighting, seems more pissed about everything but her wrestling results. Seems to have good intentions, can respect that much -- lacks focus and discipline. Don't think she really knows what she wants in life yet; if she really wants to be a fighter, or just do athletic stuff sometimes and model sportswear. Nothing wrong with the second, if you want to be lame, this life isn't for everyone." A thoughtful expression crosses Beltran's face, "Unless she is that great. The whole dull rookie who can't get the name of the top title right thing could be an act. Way to throw people off guard; play the long game. My instincts were off before and look what happened. Thought I was riding high after beating Knite and was gonna have big fights ahead of me, went out there and sucked. Gotta get back to basics now; see my opponent, kick my opponent until they stop moving. Not gonna take my eye off the prize this time -- can't." After several moments of contemplation, she finally concludes, "But back to Kent, only one way to find out what she's really made of -- fight to the death. "
She walks out of sight, doing some more shadowboxing and repeatedly muttering that she can't screw up again as the video fades out.
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Our shot opens up on Amanda Johnson in what actually seems to be a traditional studio interview area, alongside Gabi Beltran. The reporter should be relieved to have some sense of normalcy for this interview attempt, but her investigative instincts tell her that something is off. Quirking a brow, she asks Gabi, "How are you holding up, Gabi?"
Beltran shrugs her shoulders, "Meh, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Great, really."
"Come on, let's talk about it," After a cautious pause to make sure Gabi wasn't going to react angrily with a kung fu attack or something along those lines, she continues pressing the subject, "Is this about how things went down at the Red Carpet Rumble? You have to be disappointed with how things went down, don't you?"
"I dunno."
"I mean, you were looking forward to fighting practically the entire roster and things didn't exactly pan out that way."
"I guess, I dunno, I just like --" Beltran shifts uncomfortably in place as she speaks, " -- I fucked up. Wanted to draw an early number, drew a late one. And I just, I fucked up from there. Haven't been able to sleep right since; every night tossing and turning on my pillow-sword."
" ... Pillow-sword?"
Gabi continues on, ignoring Amanda's query – probably for the best -- "Threw one chick out, that was cool, but then I was gone -- it sucks, I suck." An uncomfortable silence lingers before she flatly adds, "Sorry for getting so emotional."
Amanda forces a smile, "It's okay."
"Not very used to opening up; let's bring it in, come on." Before Amanda can answer, Gabi has wrapped her arms around her, then almost like an animal instinct kicked in, slides her arms up in lightning quick fashion, placing the interviewer in a standing rear naked choke. Beltran has a faraway look in her eyes as Johnson slumps to the floor and the feed cuts to static.
The video fades back in with Amanda seated, leaning back in her interview chair, trying to regain her bearings. Cocking her head, Beltran gives a heartfelt apology -- "My bad."
"It's okay, let's just ... stick to interviewing and leave out the physical contact," Amanda pleads, knowing that it's probably just best to avoid a confrontation.
"Yeah, good idea; hugging was a pretty fruity idea anyways." Gabi starts lightly shadowboxing and pacing around as she speaks, "Guess I just had a lot of pent up energy. Soon as I wrapped my arms around you, it was like I was surrounded by a throng of Yakuza henchmen; just a swarm of deadly limbs lashing out like ravenous murder-octopi, painting the streets red with blood the only thing on their mind, one of those moments where you kind of blank out, you know.” She rubs her chin thoughtfully, “Gotta get back in the ring; get this out of my system."
Rubbing her forehead, Johnson does her best to do her job, "Any thoughts on Susan Kent?"
"She's an opponent; seems kinda out there. Not that great, attention focused on too many things besides fighting, seems more pissed about everything but her wrestling results. Seems to have good intentions, can respect that much -- lacks focus and discipline. Don't think she really knows what she wants in life yet; if she really wants to be a fighter, or just do athletic stuff sometimes and model sportswear. Nothing wrong with the second, if you want to be lame, this life isn't for everyone." A thoughtful expression crosses Beltran's face, "Unless she is that great. The whole dull rookie who can't get the name of the top title right thing could be an act. Way to throw people off guard; play the long game. My instincts were off before and look what happened. Thought I was riding high after beating Knite and was gonna have big fights ahead of me, went out there and sucked. Gotta get back to basics now; see my opponent, kick my opponent until they stop moving. Not gonna take my eye off the prize this time -- can't." After several moments of contemplation, she finally concludes, "But back to Kent, only one way to find out what she's really made of -- fight to the death. "
She walks out of sight, doing some more shadowboxing and repeatedly muttering that she can't screw up again as the video fades out.