The Crimson Baroness: Six Man Tag Match
Sept 10, 2015 19:40:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:40:06 GMT -5
“Let me see,” she starts, speaking softly, “did I get to bask in the collective misery of all the Katie Kats, just like I hoped I would?” The Crimson Baroness pauses, looking down at the notepad in her hands as she sits sideways in her wing back chair, with her legs swinging over one arm.
“All three of them, yes.” She nods in affirmation, with a slight chuckle too. A tick is made on the piece of paper.
“And do I hold a victory over the Redefine Pro World Champion?” She pauses before ticking another box. “I certainly do. And with those, I hold more than a single victory here in LDFC – something which eludes one of my loudest, and most frequent of critics.” The Baroness rolls her eyes.
“Lastly, do I currently hold the Carolinas Cup?”
She quickly glances over to the side table standing next to the chair, on which the Carolinas Cup stands proudly on display. “I certainly do…” The Baroness smirks to herself as she looks towards the camera. As usual, she’s wearing her ring attire of a red leather bodysuit, but has foregone the hat on this occasion.
“I have done all of these during my time here in LDFC, and yet people still feel the need to criticize me, and doubt my abilities. And through their bitterness and jealousy, they even go so far as to attack me after my hard fought match against The Girlfriend. To push me down and damage my shoulder.”
“Then, they have the gall to claim I’m faking! That I have my arm in a sling, that I’m forced to miss training all for a ruse? Just how dastardly do you think I am?” she asks without a trace of irony; the wry smile on her face betrays her, however.
“But The Brat isn’t my problem this week. Her baseless accusations, blatant falsehoods and incoherent rambling can be directed at, and digested by somebody else. You see, as the holder of the Carolinas Cup, and one of the hottest prospects in LDFC, I have bigger fish to fry. And this week that comes in the form of Terrence Tillman, and 420 B.C.” The Baroness chuckles to herself as she puts down the notepad on the table next to the Carolinas Cup. She repositions herself on the chair so that she’s facing the camera, sitting with her legs crossed before speaking again.
“To be quite honest, I’ve waited for this opportunity. And you know what they say about people who wait. Just for the chance to prove myself against The Pride of LDFC, even if it is in a six man tag match. It’ll be quite the feather in my cap, Terry, to be the one to make you tap out at Pride. To have you firmly smacking that … canvas,” she smirks again, coyly looking downwards for a moment, “because after your recent victories; the tag match against Ze Germans, the number one contender’s match, your epic, climactic showdown against Hans, you’ve simply got too much momentum for your own good.”
“And you need to be humbled.” She states, matter-of-factly.
“Fortunately I’m not coming into this battle alone; I have Hana Song and Valcone in my corner, to help me knock you down a peg or two. To wipe that ridiculously arrogant smirk off your face. You see, in recent weeks, you’ve caught a severe case of stupid, Terry. It must be contagious, most likely caught from that bounce toy you disposed of. And while it’s doing wonders for your careers, it’s made you an unbearable ass…” she pauses, “…trust me, I know from unbearable asses.”
“But that skip in your step, that twinkle in your eye, that irritating way you’re going about your business, acting like you’re better than us all now you’ve got your title shot. It needs to stop. And you need to be more like your tag partners. I mean, they’ve won some big matches as of late, beaten opponents nobody thought they’d beat. They even bounced the Body Shotz out the door, doing us all a great service. Yet nobody knows anything about them…”
“Except that they don't wear face paint, apparently.”
“Don’t worry though, we’ll let the spotlight shine on you, if only for a little while. So you can show us all what you learn up there in the Great White North, because when you step into the ring with the Carolinas Cup holder, the vicious Valcone and The Black Adder…” she smirks, “…you’re going to need to be on top form just to survive. But if you happen to live to fight another day, then I expect you to say thank you afterwards…” she sneers as the scene comes to an end.
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“All three of them, yes.” She nods in affirmation, with a slight chuckle too. A tick is made on the piece of paper.
“And do I hold a victory over the Redefine Pro World Champion?” She pauses before ticking another box. “I certainly do. And with those, I hold more than a single victory here in LDFC – something which eludes one of my loudest, and most frequent of critics.” The Baroness rolls her eyes.
“Lastly, do I currently hold the Carolinas Cup?”
She quickly glances over to the side table standing next to the chair, on which the Carolinas Cup stands proudly on display. “I certainly do…” The Baroness smirks to herself as she looks towards the camera. As usual, she’s wearing her ring attire of a red leather bodysuit, but has foregone the hat on this occasion.
“I have done all of these during my time here in LDFC, and yet people still feel the need to criticize me, and doubt my abilities. And through their bitterness and jealousy, they even go so far as to attack me after my hard fought match against The Girlfriend. To push me down and damage my shoulder.”
“Then, they have the gall to claim I’m faking! That I have my arm in a sling, that I’m forced to miss training all for a ruse? Just how dastardly do you think I am?” she asks without a trace of irony; the wry smile on her face betrays her, however.
“But The Brat isn’t my problem this week. Her baseless accusations, blatant falsehoods and incoherent rambling can be directed at, and digested by somebody else. You see, as the holder of the Carolinas Cup, and one of the hottest prospects in LDFC, I have bigger fish to fry. And this week that comes in the form of Terrence Tillman, and 420 B.C.” The Baroness chuckles to herself as she puts down the notepad on the table next to the Carolinas Cup. She repositions herself on the chair so that she’s facing the camera, sitting with her legs crossed before speaking again.
“To be quite honest, I’ve waited for this opportunity. And you know what they say about people who wait. Just for the chance to prove myself against The Pride of LDFC, even if it is in a six man tag match. It’ll be quite the feather in my cap, Terry, to be the one to make you tap out at Pride. To have you firmly smacking that … canvas,” she smirks again, coyly looking downwards for a moment, “because after your recent victories; the tag match against Ze Germans, the number one contender’s match, your epic, climactic showdown against Hans, you’ve simply got too much momentum for your own good.”
“And you need to be humbled.” She states, matter-of-factly.
“Fortunately I’m not coming into this battle alone; I have Hana Song and Valcone in my corner, to help me knock you down a peg or two. To wipe that ridiculously arrogant smirk off your face. You see, in recent weeks, you’ve caught a severe case of stupid, Terry. It must be contagious, most likely caught from that bounce toy you disposed of. And while it’s doing wonders for your careers, it’s made you an unbearable ass…” she pauses, “…trust me, I know from unbearable asses.”
“But that skip in your step, that twinkle in your eye, that irritating way you’re going about your business, acting like you’re better than us all now you’ve got your title shot. It needs to stop. And you need to be more like your tag partners. I mean, they’ve won some big matches as of late, beaten opponents nobody thought they’d beat. They even bounced the Body Shotz out the door, doing us all a great service. Yet nobody knows anything about them…”
“Except that they don't wear face paint, apparently.”
“Don’t worry though, we’ll let the spotlight shine on you, if only for a little while. So you can show us all what you learn up there in the Great White North, because when you step into the ring with the Carolinas Cup holder, the vicious Valcone and The Black Adder…” she smirks, “…you’re going to need to be on top form just to survive. But if you happen to live to fight another day, then I expect you to say thank you afterwards…” she sneers as the scene comes to an end.
Word Count: 792