The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall.
Apr 12, 2015 10:35:08 GMT -5
Post by Laura Seville on Apr 12, 2015 10:35:08 GMT -5
Camera opens up with Laura Seville sitting in the dark. Camera angles are switching as they show all of Laura. She's sitting with a black hoodie on, with the black hood over her head. Smoke arises around. The camera then starts to slowly zoom into her face. She opens up her eyes and looks at the camera.
"I've underestimated a lot of people already. This, I have no choice but to admit. And I feel that I've let down a lot of my fans. The loss in Foxy Boxing. The loss here in LDFC. It's really starting to make me realize that maybe I'm not in a league of bunch of rabbits and bunnies. I'm facing against real talent. I did underestimate Prince MacRear. I knew he was a good wrestler, whether he believes it or not. But to lose like that. I don't know. Really got to me, y'know."
She then picks up a picture and looks to her left and back to the picture in a disgust look. She then shows the camera.
"Darwin. The 6 foot, 6 inch monster. The man who cowardly attacked me after my match. But I've thought about it for awhile. And I've came with the conclusion. It's nothing I'm going to worry about right now."
She laughs.
"But let's see what's next on my agenda. The Greek God of Clubbing. What's his lifelong goal? To become a night club manager. Huh?"
She looks at the camera with confusion.
"Whatever. That's not my business. But, Athanasios, I've analyzed your movements. Analyzed how you perceive yourself in a match. And I've got to say, you're not bad. You defeated Katie Clarke giving her an embarrassing second loss here in LDFC. Your wrestling skills surely do overshadow your broken English. But, don't you see, Athan? That's great. I've been so obsessed with giving the crowd the spotlight so they can amplify their voice for their favorite wrestler. While I still am, I'm also obsessed with hurting men. Breaking their spirit. Because, that's what a professional wrestler does. We could sit here all day talking about how amazing we are. Or we can talk about what's really going to happen."
He balls her hand into a fist, and shows her knuckles to the camera with the word Iron.
"I am the Iron(wo)Man, Athan. You saw my match with Prince MacRear. MacRear is an experienced wrestler, whether he wasn't one of the best. He was still experienced. And yet, I took him to his limits. You might be coming in here thinking this is going to be a next easy win. But, if you truly want that win. You're going have to really try your hardest. MacRear knew I brought everything to the table, and now you're going to realize it. Defeating you isn't going to put me over the map, nor will it bring me any glory. It's going to at least put me over with the crowd. I'm fighting through blood and sweat to gain the respect, because I want to take over this place soon."
She looks at her, and twirls it around as if she was reading her own palm.
"My future in LDFC is the gateway to my success in FGA one day. This match will just be another match that'll foreshadow that. So, Athan. Are you ready to prove to the LDFC staff and audience that we're the next ones? Then bring it."
She shows the camera her knuckles again with the camera effects bolding the word Iron on it. The scene fades.
"I've underestimated a lot of people already. This, I have no choice but to admit. And I feel that I've let down a lot of my fans. The loss in Foxy Boxing. The loss here in LDFC. It's really starting to make me realize that maybe I'm not in a league of bunch of rabbits and bunnies. I'm facing against real talent. I did underestimate Prince MacRear. I knew he was a good wrestler, whether he believes it or not. But to lose like that. I don't know. Really got to me, y'know."
She then picks up a picture and looks to her left and back to the picture in a disgust look. She then shows the camera.
"Darwin. The 6 foot, 6 inch monster. The man who cowardly attacked me after my match. But I've thought about it for awhile. And I've came with the conclusion. It's nothing I'm going to worry about right now."
She laughs.
"But let's see what's next on my agenda. The Greek God of Clubbing. What's his lifelong goal? To become a night club manager. Huh?"
She looks at the camera with confusion.
"Whatever. That's not my business. But, Athanasios, I've analyzed your movements. Analyzed how you perceive yourself in a match. And I've got to say, you're not bad. You defeated Katie Clarke giving her an embarrassing second loss here in LDFC. Your wrestling skills surely do overshadow your broken English. But, don't you see, Athan? That's great. I've been so obsessed with giving the crowd the spotlight so they can amplify their voice for their favorite wrestler. While I still am, I'm also obsessed with hurting men. Breaking their spirit. Because, that's what a professional wrestler does. We could sit here all day talking about how amazing we are. Or we can talk about what's really going to happen."
He balls her hand into a fist, and shows her knuckles to the camera with the word Iron.
"I am the Iron(wo)Man, Athan. You saw my match with Prince MacRear. MacRear is an experienced wrestler, whether he wasn't one of the best. He was still experienced. And yet, I took him to his limits. You might be coming in here thinking this is going to be a next easy win. But, if you truly want that win. You're going have to really try your hardest. MacRear knew I brought everything to the table, and now you're going to realize it. Defeating you isn't going to put me over the map, nor will it bring me any glory. It's going to at least put me over with the crowd. I'm fighting through blood and sweat to gain the respect, because I want to take over this place soon."
She looks at her, and twirls it around as if she was reading her own palm.
"My future in LDFC is the gateway to my success in FGA one day. This match will just be another match that'll foreshadow that. So, Athan. Are you ready to prove to the LDFC staff and audience that we're the next ones? Then bring it."
She shows the camera her knuckles again with the camera effects bolding the word Iron on it. The scene fades.
