Post by disdonn on Jan 25, 2010 0:00:43 GMT -6
Flick.
The sound of a lighter clicking in the darkened room echoes over and over.
Flick.
Julietta’s cold green eyes are fixed for a second before letting go, and plunging the world into darkness again.
Flick.
She can’t help but watch the flame. The flame she usually uses to light her cigarettes. The same kind of flame that took away everything she knew as a child. She’s been thinking about that night a lot since the return of someone she’s not used to thinking about, someone she’s not used to seeing. But that’s fine, fine by her. She needs to focus on the flame. Her desire for now. For Sunday, at Metamorphosis is the day that Julietta Lee has her shot to gain the nCw Women’s Championship.
Flick.[/i][/b]
“And I can see it now, Zel. I can see you sitting at home, in your nice comfy bed. Thinking about pretty things, pretty boys, and your videogames. I can see you not preparing for this match in the slightest because you are so g*d damned c*cky. And here I am, sitting in the dark, pondering things and wondering if I can divert my anger and pain toward you for Sunday. And I can.”
Flick.
The lighter stays on this time, Julietta reaches for a single candle near the bed of this hotel room. She takes the candle and lights it, putting out the lighter and setting it down. She moves the candle to the floor and you find a circle of candles, all ready to be lit, waiting for her. She sits down, lighting the candles, and illuminating the room. She has adorned it with photographs of her opponent, of Zelda Knite.
“I’m sorry Zel that you have to see my obsession like this. But you know, I might not want to spit out the funny and the cheesy like I did last week when we were teamed up. A villain in a videogame can’t be allowed to be funny, Zel. I showed you on Collision just exactly that. I am the Villain.”
Julietta looks around, adjusting to the fresh light of the room. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail of three colors: Red, Black, and Purple. She is dressed sensually for a goth-punk girl and she definitely doesn’t mind it. Her piercings glisten in the firelight of the candles and she smirks looking around.
“Playtime is over, Zelda Knite. Your game, it’s beyond done. There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop the pain on Sunday, and Metamorphosis will be the night that the first women’s champion will be crowned. And it will not be you. I didn’t destroy people, and cause Cassandra Ryan to virtually retire as soon as she started, for nothing. I didn’t destroy you as my partner for nothing either. People fear me, for a reason. I am unpredictable, I am vengeful, and for no other reason than I am insane. I belong in an insane asylum but I keep a good enough front on my mental and emotional troubles to keep myself out here, where I can legally hurt and cause pain in that ring. I need it, it’s like THERAPY for me. I need to hurt you, Zel, and I started on Collision. And to tell you the truth, I ENJOYED it. Metamorphosis will just be another repeat, Zel.”
An evil cackle comes out of her beautiful crimson-painted lips. The emerald eyes of hers sparkle with malice and evil intentions. She is not a woman to be messed with at this point.
“It’s been so many years, almost twenty, since I lost my parents. They’d be proud, I hope, to see their little girl finally getting ahead in the world, finally getting to the top of the Women’s Division like I have been. I’ve gone over body after body to get here to this final match. And you are nothing more to me than one last victim on the ever-growing list. I know I may lighten up in a day or two and make jokes about your little videogame fetish or make jokes about how I am this character or that. But for now, I’m going to get straight to business with you. These candles, the fire, they all mean something to me. Just like the flame cherry at the end of a cigarette, they all represent my burning desire to spread pain to others. This need to cause pain stems from childhood pain. From the one who just joined our ranks officially, from the one I loathe to call sister.”
Julietta mouths the word “Joanie” while giving a glare that would cut steel and chill the very soul of a person.
“I’ve never been truly happy unless I was causing pain. Maybe that’s why my relationship worked out for so long, such a fruitful marriage when your man likes to be hurt as much as mine did. I got to bite, I got to scratch, and I got to throw him around a bit. And after all was said and done, we both were satisfied. Things happened, my perfect time fizzled out. I needed to find some way to relieve myself. To get my pain into someone else. I didn’t want to hurt my children, no woman wants that. So I came the only place I could think of, wrestling. It so happened that most places already heard of my past beating up men, and denied me entrance even to an exclusive women’s division like this one. But nCw, they wanted a name. They wanted to stir up things. That’s why they brought me in. However, Zel, you were brought in because your brother is f*cking the boss’s daughter.”
Julietta smirks, knowing the truth may sting just a bit hard for Zelda Knite after hearing that one.
“I know you don’t like hearing that, but if Kelly wasn’t knocked up, she’d be in your place and she’s a far superior wrestler to you. You don’t have the drive. I saw that last week. You spent more time playing videogames than focusing. And this week, it’s not going to get you anywhere to sit back and play videogames. I want you to come at me with all you have. I want you to come and destroy me verbally. I want you to find every bit of dirt on my ex, on my family, and bring it up. Because you should at least make an attempt to look like a real g*d damned wrestler. You should at least make an attempt to look like you aren’t some pretty face that can’t make the cut except against the rookies that haven’t had jack or sh*t to show for their careers yet. You need to face a veteran, Zel. I have years of experience, and my ring rust hasn’t shown one g*d damned bit since I got here. I’ve been out for two years taking care of children and my home. And you know what; maybe you need to smarten up before that’s all you’ll be allowed to do. I know your brother, and he’s going to cringe at the things done this week. He’s going to see what I say and want to come kick my ass himself. And you…well…you’re just going to have to learn to be a masochist because I’m your date for Metamorphosis. And it’s not going to be fun for you. It’s going to be nothing but pain. And your pain will be MY pleasure.”
Julietta laughs maniacally as she blows out the candles and the scene goes black. Her cackle continues until it is abruptly cut off by the static at the end of the tape.
The sound of a lighter clicking in the darkened room echoes over and over.
Flick.
Julietta’s cold green eyes are fixed for a second before letting go, and plunging the world into darkness again.
Flick.
She can’t help but watch the flame. The flame she usually uses to light her cigarettes. The same kind of flame that took away everything she knew as a child. She’s been thinking about that night a lot since the return of someone she’s not used to thinking about, someone she’s not used to seeing. But that’s fine, fine by her. She needs to focus on the flame. Her desire for now. For Sunday, at Metamorphosis is the day that Julietta Lee has her shot to gain the nCw Women’s Championship.
Flick.[/i][/b]
“And I can see it now, Zel. I can see you sitting at home, in your nice comfy bed. Thinking about pretty things, pretty boys, and your videogames. I can see you not preparing for this match in the slightest because you are so g*d damned c*cky. And here I am, sitting in the dark, pondering things and wondering if I can divert my anger and pain toward you for Sunday. And I can.”
Flick.
The lighter stays on this time, Julietta reaches for a single candle near the bed of this hotel room. She takes the candle and lights it, putting out the lighter and setting it down. She moves the candle to the floor and you find a circle of candles, all ready to be lit, waiting for her. She sits down, lighting the candles, and illuminating the room. She has adorned it with photographs of her opponent, of Zelda Knite.
“I’m sorry Zel that you have to see my obsession like this. But you know, I might not want to spit out the funny and the cheesy like I did last week when we were teamed up. A villain in a videogame can’t be allowed to be funny, Zel. I showed you on Collision just exactly that. I am the Villain.”
Julietta looks around, adjusting to the fresh light of the room. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail of three colors: Red, Black, and Purple. She is dressed sensually for a goth-punk girl and she definitely doesn’t mind it. Her piercings glisten in the firelight of the candles and she smirks looking around.
“Playtime is over, Zelda Knite. Your game, it’s beyond done. There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop the pain on Sunday, and Metamorphosis will be the night that the first women’s champion will be crowned. And it will not be you. I didn’t destroy people, and cause Cassandra Ryan to virtually retire as soon as she started, for nothing. I didn’t destroy you as my partner for nothing either. People fear me, for a reason. I am unpredictable, I am vengeful, and for no other reason than I am insane. I belong in an insane asylum but I keep a good enough front on my mental and emotional troubles to keep myself out here, where I can legally hurt and cause pain in that ring. I need it, it’s like THERAPY for me. I need to hurt you, Zel, and I started on Collision. And to tell you the truth, I ENJOYED it. Metamorphosis will just be another repeat, Zel.”
An evil cackle comes out of her beautiful crimson-painted lips. The emerald eyes of hers sparkle with malice and evil intentions. She is not a woman to be messed with at this point.
“It’s been so many years, almost twenty, since I lost my parents. They’d be proud, I hope, to see their little girl finally getting ahead in the world, finally getting to the top of the Women’s Division like I have been. I’ve gone over body after body to get here to this final match. And you are nothing more to me than one last victim on the ever-growing list. I know I may lighten up in a day or two and make jokes about your little videogame fetish or make jokes about how I am this character or that. But for now, I’m going to get straight to business with you. These candles, the fire, they all mean something to me. Just like the flame cherry at the end of a cigarette, they all represent my burning desire to spread pain to others. This need to cause pain stems from childhood pain. From the one who just joined our ranks officially, from the one I loathe to call sister.”
Julietta mouths the word “Joanie” while giving a glare that would cut steel and chill the very soul of a person.
“I’ve never been truly happy unless I was causing pain. Maybe that’s why my relationship worked out for so long, such a fruitful marriage when your man likes to be hurt as much as mine did. I got to bite, I got to scratch, and I got to throw him around a bit. And after all was said and done, we both were satisfied. Things happened, my perfect time fizzled out. I needed to find some way to relieve myself. To get my pain into someone else. I didn’t want to hurt my children, no woman wants that. So I came the only place I could think of, wrestling. It so happened that most places already heard of my past beating up men, and denied me entrance even to an exclusive women’s division like this one. But nCw, they wanted a name. They wanted to stir up things. That’s why they brought me in. However, Zel, you were brought in because your brother is f*cking the boss’s daughter.”
Julietta smirks, knowing the truth may sting just a bit hard for Zelda Knite after hearing that one.
“I know you don’t like hearing that, but if Kelly wasn’t knocked up, she’d be in your place and she’s a far superior wrestler to you. You don’t have the drive. I saw that last week. You spent more time playing videogames than focusing. And this week, it’s not going to get you anywhere to sit back and play videogames. I want you to come at me with all you have. I want you to come and destroy me verbally. I want you to find every bit of dirt on my ex, on my family, and bring it up. Because you should at least make an attempt to look like a real g*d damned wrestler. You should at least make an attempt to look like you aren’t some pretty face that can’t make the cut except against the rookies that haven’t had jack or sh*t to show for their careers yet. You need to face a veteran, Zel. I have years of experience, and my ring rust hasn’t shown one g*d damned bit since I got here. I’ve been out for two years taking care of children and my home. And you know what; maybe you need to smarten up before that’s all you’ll be allowed to do. I know your brother, and he’s going to cringe at the things done this week. He’s going to see what I say and want to come kick my ass himself. And you…well…you’re just going to have to learn to be a masochist because I’m your date for Metamorphosis. And it’s not going to be fun for you. It’s going to be nothing but pain. And your pain will be MY pleasure.”
Julietta laughs maniacally as she blows out the candles and the scene goes black. Her cackle continues until it is abruptly cut off by the static at the end of the tape.