Post by disdonn on Jan 30, 2010 22:56:49 GMT -6
Julietta Lee is at the gym once again, the night before Metamorphosis. She is training, alone, not another soul is here. She has taken over the gym by posting photographs of Zelda Knite up all over, including on the punching bag. She is using this chance to get focused on the object of her obsession for Metamorphosis. She needs to prepare her mind and body, getting rid of any distractions that may be in her mind right now.
“And you think you can just get away, Zelda? You are sadly mistaken. You say things you have no clue about. The spoiled rich girl who plays video games and can’t even hold her own in a gym…saying I’m distracted.”
Julietta is punching the bag, letting her rage out into the image of her adversary. She isn’t even focused on winning. As usual, she’s focused only on causing pain to her opponent.
“I’m sorry, Zel, but you can’t help but realize I’ve proven my point simply by taking advantage of your naïveté when we were teaming up. I destroyed you, one move. I wonder what would happen when I have a whole match to do what I want to you. You have no idea what you are in for, thinking my “distractions” will keep me from beating you senseless? Do you have any idea what I’ve gone through? Your feeble brain must not even have any concept of pain, of hardship, of heartache. Maybe the only thing you can compare is your stupid loss of boyfriends over the years to your videogame addictions.”
Julietta stops, kicks the bag nearly off the hinges, and sits down. Her eyes are watering and she’s holding back tears, thinking of her past. The thing that drives her forward is that she’s survived physical and emotional pain. The thing that drives her NEED to cause pain…is the same thing that is putting her on the edge of tears right now.
“You probably have never gotten emotional. You’ve probably suppressed your hormones to the point where you are no more than some stupid tomboy that happens to just have good genetics to keep your good looks up. You don’t realize that for your two years of “training” I’ve been training my whole life for this. Since eight years ago, I’ve been in a ring, training and competing. Save the two times I was pregnant, every day I have spent training for this. Eight long years, Zel. I was twenty when I started my real training. I am twenty-eight now. You might call me old, a hag, and fat. But in reality, I’m just a full-figured bitch who is ready to destroy you come tomorrow night.”
Julietta reaches behind her and grabs her lighter and an image of Zelda Knite. She flicks the lighter and begins to burn the image, smiling as the flames reflect off her emerald green eyes.
“You mean nothing to me, Zel. You’re another woman to be conquered, to be destroyed. You think my focus is on someone else, not necessarily. My life is confusing, and hectic, but in the end, any pain and frustration I feel for anyone else, gets released in that ring as a direct drive against the person I am facing. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t miss my kids, and I would love to spend more time with them. But you know what; you don’t UNDERSTAND that I need to hurt things. I need to make things PAY for the pain I’ve felt. And this week, it’s your turn to feel my pain…once again. You think your two years of preparation has done anything? Look at you; you can’t even do thirty minutes without wheezing. I’ve been in here ALL DAMN DAY just about EVERY DAY this week. Why do you think I haven’t responded to you yet? Because I have been busy preparing for this match, instead of treading on my trips to Japan like you have. Instead of being bitched at by a brother because I can’t seem to be GOOD ENOUGH. Get it through your head, Zel…”
Julietta pulls herself in close to the camera, close enough her seething words and spit hits the lens with ferocity.
“…You will NEVER please your brother, so STOP TRYING! Just like I can’t please dead parents, you need to live for yourself. And my life…is only fulfilled in that ring. I feel home and whole when I am driving your face into that mat. I feel like I can’t get anywhere without delivering pain to another human being. And Sunday that human will be you.”
Julietta stands up and walks over to the treadmill and does about a minute or two of stretches in absolute silence before mounting it for another run. She is determined, the fire in her eyes mimics the fire she was holding before her last time we saw her. She is driven to be ready to compete. Driven to be prepared for battle. She is a warrior, but deep down, you can tell there is a battle with emotions and hormones raging. Perhaps the full moon has caused a certain red tide to come to the forefront.
“I f***ing hate this s**t, Zel. Being badgered and told I am old. So being a mere six or seven years older makes me old? So being just a few pounds heavier after having a few kids, and not having some model’s body makes me fat? Who are you to say what true beauty is? Are you going to say that a Mohawk is only for men now? That only men can have multi-colored hair? What about wrestling, doesn’t that mean only MEN can do what we do? Or would that just make your BROTHER happy for you to deny your own ability to take control of yourself. There is no destiny, Zel. Get it right. Destiny didn’t kill my parents. Destiny didn’t get you into nCw, that was your brother’s good graces. Destiny doesn’t work, there is no God and your hopes and dreams mean NOTHING without you actually being serious enough to train. And the way it looks, you can’t pull what I have.”
Julietta takes deep breaths as she runs on the treadmill, able to scream and talk and yell while running at a quarter sprint. The little tracker on the treadmill says that she’s completed .3 miles in just under two minutes. She smiles as she continues to run.
“I’m not even tired, Zel. You were panting after half an hour. Are you sure you can go fifteen, twenty, even thirty minutes with me in the ring tomorrow? I practiced in a ring across town. I know my moves front to back. I have watched your tapes this week, and know everything you’ve done and predicted your every move. I am not a slouch, no matter what you think. You are prepared to give me a game over, but you fail to see that the Masochistic Man’s Dream Date IS the whole damn game. You are the one on your last life, Zelda Knite. And there is no savior coming. You can’t escape. And in the end, it’s going to be me that brings you pain. And your pain is MY PLEASURE. See you at Metamorphosis. And don’t cry to me when I break your little face.”
Julietta laughs, continuing to run on the treadmill as the camera focuses on the tracker. She’s run almost a whole mile, and there’s probably another one or two to go before Julietta packs up and heads home for the night. We fade to black as Julietta laughs menacingly looking at the pictures of Zelda she put on the walls.
“And you think you can just get away, Zelda? You are sadly mistaken. You say things you have no clue about. The spoiled rich girl who plays video games and can’t even hold her own in a gym…saying I’m distracted.”
Julietta is punching the bag, letting her rage out into the image of her adversary. She isn’t even focused on winning. As usual, she’s focused only on causing pain to her opponent.
“I’m sorry, Zel, but you can’t help but realize I’ve proven my point simply by taking advantage of your naïveté when we were teaming up. I destroyed you, one move. I wonder what would happen when I have a whole match to do what I want to you. You have no idea what you are in for, thinking my “distractions” will keep me from beating you senseless? Do you have any idea what I’ve gone through? Your feeble brain must not even have any concept of pain, of hardship, of heartache. Maybe the only thing you can compare is your stupid loss of boyfriends over the years to your videogame addictions.”
Julietta stops, kicks the bag nearly off the hinges, and sits down. Her eyes are watering and she’s holding back tears, thinking of her past. The thing that drives her forward is that she’s survived physical and emotional pain. The thing that drives her NEED to cause pain…is the same thing that is putting her on the edge of tears right now.
“You probably have never gotten emotional. You’ve probably suppressed your hormones to the point where you are no more than some stupid tomboy that happens to just have good genetics to keep your good looks up. You don’t realize that for your two years of “training” I’ve been training my whole life for this. Since eight years ago, I’ve been in a ring, training and competing. Save the two times I was pregnant, every day I have spent training for this. Eight long years, Zel. I was twenty when I started my real training. I am twenty-eight now. You might call me old, a hag, and fat. But in reality, I’m just a full-figured bitch who is ready to destroy you come tomorrow night.”
Julietta reaches behind her and grabs her lighter and an image of Zelda Knite. She flicks the lighter and begins to burn the image, smiling as the flames reflect off her emerald green eyes.
“You mean nothing to me, Zel. You’re another woman to be conquered, to be destroyed. You think my focus is on someone else, not necessarily. My life is confusing, and hectic, but in the end, any pain and frustration I feel for anyone else, gets released in that ring as a direct drive against the person I am facing. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t miss my kids, and I would love to spend more time with them. But you know what; you don’t UNDERSTAND that I need to hurt things. I need to make things PAY for the pain I’ve felt. And this week, it’s your turn to feel my pain…once again. You think your two years of preparation has done anything? Look at you; you can’t even do thirty minutes without wheezing. I’ve been in here ALL DAMN DAY just about EVERY DAY this week. Why do you think I haven’t responded to you yet? Because I have been busy preparing for this match, instead of treading on my trips to Japan like you have. Instead of being bitched at by a brother because I can’t seem to be GOOD ENOUGH. Get it through your head, Zel…”
Julietta pulls herself in close to the camera, close enough her seething words and spit hits the lens with ferocity.
“…You will NEVER please your brother, so STOP TRYING! Just like I can’t please dead parents, you need to live for yourself. And my life…is only fulfilled in that ring. I feel home and whole when I am driving your face into that mat. I feel like I can’t get anywhere without delivering pain to another human being. And Sunday that human will be you.”
Julietta stands up and walks over to the treadmill and does about a minute or two of stretches in absolute silence before mounting it for another run. She is determined, the fire in her eyes mimics the fire she was holding before her last time we saw her. She is driven to be ready to compete. Driven to be prepared for battle. She is a warrior, but deep down, you can tell there is a battle with emotions and hormones raging. Perhaps the full moon has caused a certain red tide to come to the forefront.
“I f***ing hate this s**t, Zel. Being badgered and told I am old. So being a mere six or seven years older makes me old? So being just a few pounds heavier after having a few kids, and not having some model’s body makes me fat? Who are you to say what true beauty is? Are you going to say that a Mohawk is only for men now? That only men can have multi-colored hair? What about wrestling, doesn’t that mean only MEN can do what we do? Or would that just make your BROTHER happy for you to deny your own ability to take control of yourself. There is no destiny, Zel. Get it right. Destiny didn’t kill my parents. Destiny didn’t get you into nCw, that was your brother’s good graces. Destiny doesn’t work, there is no God and your hopes and dreams mean NOTHING without you actually being serious enough to train. And the way it looks, you can’t pull what I have.”
Julietta takes deep breaths as she runs on the treadmill, able to scream and talk and yell while running at a quarter sprint. The little tracker on the treadmill says that she’s completed .3 miles in just under two minutes. She smiles as she continues to run.
“I’m not even tired, Zel. You were panting after half an hour. Are you sure you can go fifteen, twenty, even thirty minutes with me in the ring tomorrow? I practiced in a ring across town. I know my moves front to back. I have watched your tapes this week, and know everything you’ve done and predicted your every move. I am not a slouch, no matter what you think. You are prepared to give me a game over, but you fail to see that the Masochistic Man’s Dream Date IS the whole damn game. You are the one on your last life, Zelda Knite. And there is no savior coming. You can’t escape. And in the end, it’s going to be me that brings you pain. And your pain is MY PLEASURE. See you at Metamorphosis. And don’t cry to me when I break your little face.”
Julietta laughs, continuing to run on the treadmill as the camera focuses on the tracker. She’s run almost a whole mile, and there’s probably another one or two to go before Julietta packs up and heads home for the night. We fade to black as Julietta laughs menacingly looking at the pictures of Zelda she put on the walls.