The Crimson Baroness vs. Nest
Nov 29, 2015 19:45:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 19:45:23 GMT -5
“And then there was one,” The Crimson Baroness starts, speaking softly as a wry smirk crosses her face, “the unmoveable object that has all but dominated LDFC since day one. Who has beaten the likes of Prince MacRear, Terrence Tillman, Keegan Hightower, and even Luke Wisia…” she pauses, “…those damn invaders thinking they can come in and make short work of us. It’s enough to make you sick.”
“But even the mighty still have desires, they still have wishes. And Nest is no different than the others in this respect; he’s seen the way my star has risen over these last six months, from my debut against Butcher, my humbling defeats against the likes of Hana Song or Liesl Albrecht. He’s watched me as I rose through the ranks, as I dispatched of The Girlfriend…” she giggles behind a raised hand, “…and as I brought The Carolina Cup into being. As I brought it to the forefront of this company.”
“And I know that our esteemed Apex Champion, Nest, was watching over the last month; whether or not we won the match at 3rd Strike is superfluous to the fact that Prince MacRear, Brody Watts, and I laid waste to those who opposed us…” the smirk grows wider still at the mention of that heinous beatdown. Rumour has it that Bree and Donnie have decided to take some time off from training to recover, although The Baroness knows Donnie is away attending to family matters.
She reclines in her wingback chair, her legs crossed, hands steepled in front of her chest, as The Baroness’ gaze drifts slowly downwards. “That feeling of being the dominant one, the alpha, the top dog; it never gets old, does it, Nest?”
“I so enjoyed it when I got to drive The Girlfriend head first into the ring apron. When I defeated Sydney Christensen and became the first ever holder of the Carolina Cup. When I got to try and wrench Terrence’s arm out of its socket. When I rubbed the sole of my boot in The Brat’s face…” she sighs, wistfully, “…and I hope this feeling never ends. But I know that I cannot truly claim to be the best in LDFC until I’ve done battle with you…”
“And I know what the people want to see,” The Crimson Baroness scoffs, “they want nothing more than to see me to fail; to fall at your feet like all those who have come before me. So you can try and break me like you did with my dear, sweet Prince MacRear.”
She shakes her head. “They want to see me fail to defeat the Apex Champion so they can claim I don’t belong in the main events. So they can discredit me for what I’ve done thus far, and use it as proof that I don’t bring the heat when needed. Or that I choke when the pressure is on…” she pauses, the smirk returning to her face more prominently than before, “…well it takes pressure to make a diamond such as myself. And this Wednesday night, on Pride, I’ll finally face this test…”
“But Nest,” she bears her pearly whites, “all those who have come before me won’t have prepared you for this. I’m a very different opponent than anyone you’ve stared down from across the ring for one very simple reason: I have more to lose than you.” She states, matter-of-factly. “And I am not about those who oppose my reign atop LDFC the satisfaction of being right even for a nanosecond! Your title, your reign as Apex Champion, your list of humbled foes; you will still have all those no matter the outcome this Wednesday. Until LDFC finally give me the shot at that title belt you hold – then I can finally take that from you. But I have everything riding on this match, I have everything teetering on whether of not – on if – I can defeat the great Nest!” She says with such disdain.
“I have waited for this match for far too long, and I will take this opportunity to show the world exactly what I’m capable of. And by the time Pride is over this week, you will know the truth written in the stars. You will know I have risen. And you will not be able to doubt my supremacy…” she pauses, “…it’s just a shame you won’t be able to stand alongside me when my reign truly starts.”
“So, come Pride, the fun begins…” she sneers before cackling as the scene ends with a fade to black.
“But even the mighty still have desires, they still have wishes. And Nest is no different than the others in this respect; he’s seen the way my star has risen over these last six months, from my debut against Butcher, my humbling defeats against the likes of Hana Song or Liesl Albrecht. He’s watched me as I rose through the ranks, as I dispatched of The Girlfriend…” she giggles behind a raised hand, “…and as I brought The Carolina Cup into being. As I brought it to the forefront of this company.”
“And I know that our esteemed Apex Champion, Nest, was watching over the last month; whether or not we won the match at 3rd Strike is superfluous to the fact that Prince MacRear, Brody Watts, and I laid waste to those who opposed us…” the smirk grows wider still at the mention of that heinous beatdown. Rumour has it that Bree and Donnie have decided to take some time off from training to recover, although The Baroness knows Donnie is away attending to family matters.
She reclines in her wingback chair, her legs crossed, hands steepled in front of her chest, as The Baroness’ gaze drifts slowly downwards. “That feeling of being the dominant one, the alpha, the top dog; it never gets old, does it, Nest?”
“I so enjoyed it when I got to drive The Girlfriend head first into the ring apron. When I defeated Sydney Christensen and became the first ever holder of the Carolina Cup. When I got to try and wrench Terrence’s arm out of its socket. When I rubbed the sole of my boot in The Brat’s face…” she sighs, wistfully, “…and I hope this feeling never ends. But I know that I cannot truly claim to be the best in LDFC until I’ve done battle with you…”
“And I know what the people want to see,” The Crimson Baroness scoffs, “they want nothing more than to see me to fail; to fall at your feet like all those who have come before me. So you can try and break me like you did with my dear, sweet Prince MacRear.”
She shakes her head. “They want to see me fail to defeat the Apex Champion so they can claim I don’t belong in the main events. So they can discredit me for what I’ve done thus far, and use it as proof that I don’t bring the heat when needed. Or that I choke when the pressure is on…” she pauses, the smirk returning to her face more prominently than before, “…well it takes pressure to make a diamond such as myself. And this Wednesday night, on Pride, I’ll finally face this test…”
“But Nest,” she bears her pearly whites, “all those who have come before me won’t have prepared you for this. I’m a very different opponent than anyone you’ve stared down from across the ring for one very simple reason: I have more to lose than you.” She states, matter-of-factly. “And I am not about those who oppose my reign atop LDFC the satisfaction of being right even for a nanosecond! Your title, your reign as Apex Champion, your list of humbled foes; you will still have all those no matter the outcome this Wednesday. Until LDFC finally give me the shot at that title belt you hold – then I can finally take that from you. But I have everything riding on this match, I have everything teetering on whether of not – on if – I can defeat the great Nest!” She says with such disdain.
“I have waited for this match for far too long, and I will take this opportunity to show the world exactly what I’m capable of. And by the time Pride is over this week, you will know the truth written in the stars. You will know I have risen. And you will not be able to doubt my supremacy…” she pauses, “…it’s just a shame you won’t be able to stand alongside me when my reign truly starts.”
“So, come Pride, the fun begins…” she sneers before cackling as the scene ends with a fade to black.