Let's Light It Up!
Mar 9, 2015 10:40:35 GMT -5
Post by styg on Mar 9, 2015 10:40:35 GMT -5
A dusky, run-down gym. High shafts of light pierce the gloom, casting bizarre shadows from the incongrously expensive training equipment onto the old fight cards and metal festival posters. The sweat of generations of trainees is practically coursing down the grimy walls like condensation.
Ligaya Fontaine, one half of 420 B.C., is perched on the edge of the old-but-good-quality training ring's apron clutching a half-filled water bottle. She's wearing trackies and a faded, sleeveless Ion Dissonance T-shirt with her dyed braids pulled back under a headband; her skin is flushed and glowing, betraying fatigue, but her relaxed expression isn't showing it. She grins a lazy grin and waves a lazy wave. Her smile is broad and welcoming, eyelids low and heavy.
"Hey, everyone," she begins in her slow, friendly, insouciant tone, "S'ya girl Ligaya, right here in Battlegrounds Academy training hard for Lion's Den Fighting Championships, starts the eleventh of this month, Thomasville Armory down in North Carolina, you wanna be there, lots of great matches, I'm takin' on Bree Nelson..."
She pauses for a moment, frowning.
"Or, uh... Donovan Cross... it's, ah... either..."
After a confused moment she shakes her head.
"Uhh. Yeah, D-Bree, Bree. Looking forward to it. Bree and D both seem chilled, like, from the lil bit we talked. Good guys to get in the ring with, good guys to kick in a can with. Y'all who know me know I always put in everythin' I got to a match. Bree, y'know, she seems like the same as me, she seems like she wants to have a good time, make people happy, leave it all out there... I mean, I'unno, I'on't think you can ask for more than that for an opponent, eh?"
Still smiling, Ligaya rubs the side of her face.
"Who the fuuuuh... who the hell else we got... Prince Macrear from down in Hard Knox, he'll be there, other people you guys been hearing lots about right now, Laura Seville, Katie Clarke, Parkera, and like, a lot more, I can't even... And me and J-" - she squints for a second, remembering she's onscreen, and corrects herself - "Serenity, me and Serenity, we're really happy to be back wrestling Stateside again, it's been like... well... a long time? Like a year maybe? I'unno. We used to be in Hard Knox, way back when... like, forever ago, but we had to pull out when they started touring 'cause uh, uh, we just... y'know... couldn't... do that... thing. Touring and sh- uh, and stuff."
Gradually, Ligaya falls silent and her eyes unfocus. Then suddenly, after a moment, she shakes off her stupor.
"B'yeah!" she continues, "420 back like crack, America, 420 B.C. are back in you, we're stepping into the Lion's Den and Thomasville Armory is the place. Don- uh, Bree, Bree!, let's do this, I been working my little black butt off, Cerb'll tell you..."
With sudden energy she calls offscreen, "Hey Cerb, man! Say hi or what?"
There's some vague mumbling and Ligaya points at the camera while looking sideways, and repeats, "Say hi, Cerb!"
The unenthused voice of monstrous six-time world champion Cerberus sighs, "Hi, Cerb."
Ligaya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "N-V-M. Cerb just bein' a lil bitch - like he always is this time after lunch!" she yells at him, "Eat a damn bag a'chips, man - or an apple, or banana... something..."
There go the eyes again...
"..oh man... now I wanna bag of chips. Dammit!"
And that seems to be that, as Ligaya gets tangled in the throes of the munchies and completely forgets about her promo.
We fade out.
Ligaya Fontaine, one half of 420 B.C., is perched on the edge of the old-but-good-quality training ring's apron clutching a half-filled water bottle. She's wearing trackies and a faded, sleeveless Ion Dissonance T-shirt with her dyed braids pulled back under a headband; her skin is flushed and glowing, betraying fatigue, but her relaxed expression isn't showing it. She grins a lazy grin and waves a lazy wave. Her smile is broad and welcoming, eyelids low and heavy.
"Hey, everyone," she begins in her slow, friendly, insouciant tone, "S'ya girl Ligaya, right here in Battlegrounds Academy training hard for Lion's Den Fighting Championships, starts the eleventh of this month, Thomasville Armory down in North Carolina, you wanna be there, lots of great matches, I'm takin' on Bree Nelson..."
She pauses for a moment, frowning.
"Or, uh... Donovan Cross... it's, ah... either..."
After a confused moment she shakes her head.
"Uhh. Yeah, D-Bree, Bree. Looking forward to it. Bree and D both seem chilled, like, from the lil bit we talked. Good guys to get in the ring with, good guys to kick in a can with. Y'all who know me know I always put in everythin' I got to a match. Bree, y'know, she seems like the same as me, she seems like she wants to have a good time, make people happy, leave it all out there... I mean, I'unno, I'on't think you can ask for more than that for an opponent, eh?"
Still smiling, Ligaya rubs the side of her face.
"Who the fuuuuh... who the hell else we got... Prince Macrear from down in Hard Knox, he'll be there, other people you guys been hearing lots about right now, Laura Seville, Katie Clarke, Parkera, and like, a lot more, I can't even... And me and J-" - she squints for a second, remembering she's onscreen, and corrects herself - "Serenity, me and Serenity, we're really happy to be back wrestling Stateside again, it's been like... well... a long time? Like a year maybe? I'unno. We used to be in Hard Knox, way back when... like, forever ago, but we had to pull out when they started touring 'cause uh, uh, we just... y'know... couldn't... do that... thing. Touring and sh- uh, and stuff."
Gradually, Ligaya falls silent and her eyes unfocus. Then suddenly, after a moment, she shakes off her stupor.
"B'yeah!" she continues, "420 back like crack, America, 420 B.C. are back in you, we're stepping into the Lion's Den and Thomasville Armory is the place. Don- uh, Bree, Bree!, let's do this, I been working my little black butt off, Cerb'll tell you..."
With sudden energy she calls offscreen, "Hey Cerb, man! Say hi or what?"
There's some vague mumbling and Ligaya points at the camera while looking sideways, and repeats, "Say hi, Cerb!"
The unenthused voice of monstrous six-time world champion Cerberus sighs, "Hi, Cerb."
Ligaya rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "N-V-M. Cerb just bein' a lil bitch - like he always is this time after lunch!" she yells at him, "Eat a damn bag a'chips, man - or an apple, or banana... something..."
There go the eyes again...
"..oh man... now I wanna bag of chips. Dammit!"
And that seems to be that, as Ligaya gets tangled in the throes of the munchies and completely forgets about her promo.
We fade out.