vs. Bree Nelson
Jun 28, 2015 19:13:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 19:13:44 GMT -5
“So this is what disappointment feels like,” The Crimson Baroness whispers as she looks over the Las Vegas skyline; various neon and turquoise illuminations are visible in the background as The Crimson Baroness remains facing away from the camera. Dressed in a tight fitting red dress that ends just above the middle of her thigh, she looks somewhat more formal than we’re used to seeing her. “And the worse thing about it is I have nobody but myself to blame.”
“I was negligent in my duties. I slacked off when it came to my responsibilities.” She sighs. “And now, what I truly desire more than anything in this world is slipping further and further away from me by the second.” Her grip around the metal railing on the balcony tightens, her knuckles turning whiter before, finally, The Crimson Baroness exhales again. “All my hard work up to this point has been undone. All the hours I have spent forming this plan, scheming to get what I want and it’s gone…”
“And it’s my fault for trusting somebody else to do my bidding for me.” She states, bluntly.
“Oh…” she starts, turning over her shoulder to look at the camera. Her lips are crimson red, her eye shadow a dusty shade of grey, expertly blended. “…you thought I was disappointed by my loss to Hana Song, didn’t you?”
“No, you plebians, you really do need to focus on the bigger picture here. There are greater treasures in this world, superior goals to strive for than whether or not you win a single match…” she shakes her head, “…that’s not to say, if The Black Adder had lost to me, that she shouldn’t feel disappointed; she’s one of those who has nothing more to her life than who she does or does not defeat inside the ring on any given night. How dull it must be. Then, you factor in her extra experience and I was at a severe disadvantage before the match even began...”
“But it doesn’t really matter that much in the grand scheme of things. Much in the same way that my next opponent, LDFC’s popular little princess, Bree Nelson, will feel more shame than I should the result not be in her favour on the next Pride show.” The Crimson Baroness giggles to herself. “That is, if she can still feel shame after the beating she received at the hands of Brody Watts.”
“Or is everything just numb right now, Bree?” There’s a hint of condescension in her voice as she speaks. “I won’t claim to be able to break you in the same way Brody did – I don’t possess the size or strength necessary. What I do possess, however, is the desire to unleash my inner rage. And you, poor, sweet, innocent little … Bree Nelson-” she had to stop herself from saying Annie Zellor just then, “–have the misfortune of being the target for that rage.”
“The vessel for my ire, if you will. Then maybe I can focus my mind on the task at hand. Because the date is drawing nearer, and I’m still without my fortune. And I simply cannot think when my mind is clouded with this rage. It just simply will not do!” She exhales deeply again. “Your defeat will serve the greater purpose, Bree Nelson, so there’s no real need for you to feel unhappy or ashamed when I leave Pride as the winner."
"And, as the saying goes, to the victor goes the spoils”
“I was negligent in my duties. I slacked off when it came to my responsibilities.” She sighs. “And now, what I truly desire more than anything in this world is slipping further and further away from me by the second.” Her grip around the metal railing on the balcony tightens, her knuckles turning whiter before, finally, The Crimson Baroness exhales again. “All my hard work up to this point has been undone. All the hours I have spent forming this plan, scheming to get what I want and it’s gone…”
“And it’s my fault for trusting somebody else to do my bidding for me.” She states, bluntly.
“Oh…” she starts, turning over her shoulder to look at the camera. Her lips are crimson red, her eye shadow a dusty shade of grey, expertly blended. “…you thought I was disappointed by my loss to Hana Song, didn’t you?”
“No, you plebians, you really do need to focus on the bigger picture here. There are greater treasures in this world, superior goals to strive for than whether or not you win a single match…” she shakes her head, “…that’s not to say, if The Black Adder had lost to me, that she shouldn’t feel disappointed; she’s one of those who has nothing more to her life than who she does or does not defeat inside the ring on any given night. How dull it must be. Then, you factor in her extra experience and I was at a severe disadvantage before the match even began...”
“But it doesn’t really matter that much in the grand scheme of things. Much in the same way that my next opponent, LDFC’s popular little princess, Bree Nelson, will feel more shame than I should the result not be in her favour on the next Pride show.” The Crimson Baroness giggles to herself. “That is, if she can still feel shame after the beating she received at the hands of Brody Watts.”
“Or is everything just numb right now, Bree?” There’s a hint of condescension in her voice as she speaks. “I won’t claim to be able to break you in the same way Brody did – I don’t possess the size or strength necessary. What I do possess, however, is the desire to unleash my inner rage. And you, poor, sweet, innocent little … Bree Nelson-” she had to stop herself from saying Annie Zellor just then, “–have the misfortune of being the target for that rage.”
“The vessel for my ire, if you will. Then maybe I can focus my mind on the task at hand. Because the date is drawing nearer, and I’m still without my fortune. And I simply cannot think when my mind is clouded with this rage. It just simply will not do!” She exhales deeply again. “Your defeat will serve the greater purpose, Bree Nelson, so there’s no real need for you to feel unhappy or ashamed when I leave Pride as the winner."
"And, as the saying goes, to the victor goes the spoils”