The Crimson Baroness vs Hana Song
Jun 16, 2015 18:26:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2015 18:26:41 GMT -5
“Sometimes,” The Crimson Baroness starts, “things don’t go exactly to plan. There are … unforeseen circumstances that can derail even the most well thought out of schemes.”
The Crimson Baroness closes the manilla envelope in her hand before dripping red wax onto the seal. Finally, she presses a seal down into the still molten wax; the initials CB are crudely imprinted in the wax as The Crimson Baroness holds the otherwise unmarked envelope between her thumb and forefinger. “Other times, things go exactly as you wish. As you planned, as you hoped they would.”
“You see, I’m not altogether disappointed that I lost to Liesl Albrecht last time out. I’d be foolish to think I could win all my matches, but you’d all be wise to know that I don’t necessarily have to win them all. In the grand scheme of things, winning that match would have come in second place to getting under the skin of Liesl and Hans in such a manner…” The Crimson Baroness cackles as she throws her hair back over her shoulder. Her ruby red lips curled up in a wry smirk as she stares into the camera.
“And it was oh so easy,” she states, bluntly.
“A few crude jokes about their being sexually attracted to one another. An exercise in juvenile name calling and Ze Germans got all riled up.” She giggles. “So who truly lost that night, hmm? Because, from my perspective, I’m sitting pretty right now.” The wry smirk grows a little wider as The Crimson Baroness eyes the envelope in her hands.
“I’ve even found myself in a situation where I get the honour and the privilege of breaking in the newcomers. How exciting.” Her tone leans towards sarcasm. “And one who seems almost intent on making next Wednesday night an unpleasant one for me.”
“Who wishes to make me reconsider my profession. To re-evaluate my life choices. Yadda, yadda, yadda, I lived to fight another day. You see, Hana,” she pauses, “do you mind if I call you Hana? In my short time wrestling even I have learned which among us can bite, and which of us are all bark. Perhaps it was my time spent in the advanced class recently that helped to open my eyes…” she condescends, knowing full well that one afternoon in the advanced class did little more than help her crush on Chris Bond grow stronger, “…but you, darling, even I can see that you’re all bark.”
“But fear not,” The Crimson Baroness chirps, cheerfully, “I’m here to make your first adventure in an LDFC ring a pleasant one. It won’t be brute force that takes you down, no, no, no. But by the end of the match you’ll be ready to accept your fate.”
“And when I achieve my goal here in LDFC, when I have achieved what no other has-” she giggles again, “-you’ll remember fondly the night you were beaten by The Crimson Baroness. And I won’t need a lick of luck to make it so…” she says, eyeing up the envelope once more as the scene comes to an end.
The Crimson Baroness closes the manilla envelope in her hand before dripping red wax onto the seal. Finally, she presses a seal down into the still molten wax; the initials CB are crudely imprinted in the wax as The Crimson Baroness holds the otherwise unmarked envelope between her thumb and forefinger. “Other times, things go exactly as you wish. As you planned, as you hoped they would.”
“You see, I’m not altogether disappointed that I lost to Liesl Albrecht last time out. I’d be foolish to think I could win all my matches, but you’d all be wise to know that I don’t necessarily have to win them all. In the grand scheme of things, winning that match would have come in second place to getting under the skin of Liesl and Hans in such a manner…” The Crimson Baroness cackles as she throws her hair back over her shoulder. Her ruby red lips curled up in a wry smirk as she stares into the camera.
“And it was oh so easy,” she states, bluntly.
“A few crude jokes about their being sexually attracted to one another. An exercise in juvenile name calling and Ze Germans got all riled up.” She giggles. “So who truly lost that night, hmm? Because, from my perspective, I’m sitting pretty right now.” The wry smirk grows a little wider as The Crimson Baroness eyes the envelope in her hands.
“I’ve even found myself in a situation where I get the honour and the privilege of breaking in the newcomers. How exciting.” Her tone leans towards sarcasm. “And one who seems almost intent on making next Wednesday night an unpleasant one for me.”
“Who wishes to make me reconsider my profession. To re-evaluate my life choices. Yadda, yadda, yadda, I lived to fight another day. You see, Hana,” she pauses, “do you mind if I call you Hana? In my short time wrestling even I have learned which among us can bite, and which of us are all bark. Perhaps it was my time spent in the advanced class recently that helped to open my eyes…” she condescends, knowing full well that one afternoon in the advanced class did little more than help her crush on Chris Bond grow stronger, “…but you, darling, even I can see that you’re all bark.”
“But fear not,” The Crimson Baroness chirps, cheerfully, “I’m here to make your first adventure in an LDFC ring a pleasant one. It won’t be brute force that takes you down, no, no, no. But by the end of the match you’ll be ready to accept your fate.”
“And when I achieve my goal here in LDFC, when I have achieved what no other has-” she giggles again, “-you’ll remember fondly the night you were beaten by The Crimson Baroness. And I won’t need a lick of luck to make it so…” she says, eyeing up the envelope once more as the scene comes to an end.