Post by The Golden Queen Cleopatra on Mar 5, 2010 7:10:34 GMT -6
Act 1: Everything must be Perfect
The scene opens on the Isle of the Gods. The morning sun was burning bright, with the bright blue sky floating above. The white puffy clouds floated in silence, as the waves below crashed along the golden shores. The bird’s songs filled the air, while the beautifully bright colored flowers bloomed, letting the suns rays kiss each tiny petal. A few fishing boats are just off of the island gathering the day's catch, while a few young men gather fresh fruits from the many trees on the island. The camera moves along the path that leads up to the main house, and we see young men and women in the service of the Golden Queen doing their daily chores. The camera moves inside to the vast estate, where we hear voices coming from behind a door that was cracked open slightly. We see a large room with servants running this way and that, fixing up the king size bed that sat in the middle of the room. Cleo stood in the middle of the room over looking everything and sighs when the servants finish the room.
Cleo: This still isn't right! Do it again!
Servant Girl: But my Goddess this is the 6th time that we have...
Cleo: Are you disobeying me?
Servant Girl: No my Goddess. We'll continue until it's perfect for your guest.
Cleo: See that you do. Stacy come with me.
Stacy: Yes ma'am. I take it you're still upset about the loss this past week.
They head out of the room, and head out into the hallway, closing the door behind them. Cleo looks at her with a stare that could kill before walking on ahead slightly.
Stacy: I take that as a yes ma'am. It's been almost a week ma'am, and you...
Cleo: What Stacy? What? Holding a grudge over them just because I lost, or because I can always try next time and take them out?
Stacy: No ma'am. It's just you have a match this week.
Cleo looks at Stacy and smiles slightly, returning to a calmer state. Her eyes seem to shimmer with mischief and the thrill of stepping into the ring once again.
Cleo: Who's it against Stacy?
Stacy: It's a tag match ma'am. Emma English, and Roxi Johnson ma'am.
Cleo: Really? Who's my partner?
Stacy: Ms. St. James ma'am.
Cleo: Excellent. That means we'll have plenty of time to prepare for our match against Emma and Roxi. Let me know when she arrives. I'm going to make sure everything is ready for her arrival.
Stacy: Yes ma'am.
Stacy bows to her and walks off leaving Cleo alone once more. Her bare feet fall silent on the cold white marble floors as she walks through the manor, in anticipation of her guests arrival. She walks out onto one of the balconies, and looks over the vastness of the island, watching the clear blue water for any sign of the yacht. Her long dark hair blows in the wind, as her deep blue robes gently dance in the breeze.
Cleo: I have to admit I'm surprised that we are facing Emma English once again... I mean the last time that we tried this she took that riding crop she carries with her, and cracked Zelda in the back of the head, giving us a simple win isn't that right Ayla? Speaking of which, I hope you got my invitation to come to the Island Ayla. When you get here and get settled we can talk strategy for our match.
Cleo just smiles to herself, and heads along the balcony that runs around the entire manor. She comes to the vast sitting room, hearing a familiar voice. It was that of Emma English on the flat screen TV that was on the wall. Cleo walks into the sitting room, as the servants that were straightening up bowed to her and walk out. They would leave the Goddess be for now, and finish their chores when she had left. Cleo watches, as her smile grows bigger. Emma didn't know when to shut her mouth, especially after she had lost her shot at the Women's Title against Zelda. The promo soon ends, and Cleo turns off the TV walking amongst the statues that were in the room, as well as bookshelves that lined the walls with scrolls and very old books. Her little black cat was sound asleep on the couch, purring gently with each breath. Cleo stops in front of a golden case that holds what appears to be a few title belts sitting inside. She stares at them and smiles softly thinking back to when she had first started out.
Cleo: Poor little Emma, had to have Daddy come to the rescue, to tell her that she is still something even though she lost the title. Do you see these Emma? I'm very proud of these titles, especially this one. My first title was a Women's Title, and I held it for a very long time. You couldn't even get it from Zelda, so the question is what makes you think you can beat me? Yet you stand there and run your mouth that even you lost the title match, you are still willing to face Ayla and myself this week, with the help of the only woman that I managed to eliminate before I was taken out myself last week. This time I'll be ready to face you and Roxi, and I know Ayla will be as well. You think that you can stand against someone like me, but I know that you will fail.
Cleo just smiles at the camera as she turns around, and walks back out onto the balcony into the bright morning sun. The rays kiss her gently on her olive skin, while her dark eyes sparkled in the shimmering light.
Cleo: I know that you can't be to thrilled with me Roxi, considering I was the one to put you out within the first few minutes of the match, but you know what? I don't care! It was survival of the fittest that night, and you were the weakest of us all. But before you go on to say I was the second one out, all I have to say is, I know. Friday night it's going to be different because of one simple thing. I know what to watch for now, and how to take you down. I'm going to underestimate you or Emma for that matter. Both of you can stand on your own in the ring, but how long will you stand against Ayla and myself? How long will it be before one of you is on the mat begging for the pain and torment to stop? I guess only time will tell won't it Roxi? Time is dwindling and Friday is fast approaching. Soon we'll be standing in the ring once more, but this time I'll be walking away the winner, for I am the Golden Queen, the Queen of Kings, the Goddess Isis, for I am Egypt! See you soon.
She smiles and winks at the camera before walking off. The camera scans over the lush green island, taking in all of its surroundings, as a flock of birds fly from the trees into the horizon off to some far off land, as the scene fades to black.