Post by Emma English on Mar 11, 2010 16:37:48 GMT -6
Play the song while you read the RP. Yes I know it's SpongeBob, but it's the only decent version I could find. Enjoy
The scene opens on the city of Birmingham Alabama, after a heavy rain had fallen. The night sky was still covered in low clouds, and the air was turning cold. A light fog seemed to float over the city, as the rain droplets on the cars and the streets glisten in the street lamps. Few people are out on a dreary evening, except for the streetwalkers that work the corners, waiting for their next customer, and the few homeless people that huddle together for warmth, and shelter from the rain, that still threatened to fall. A lone figure walks along the empty sidewalks of Birmingham, with their shoes clicking on the stone that lined the streets. It's soon revealed that it is Emma English, with her collar of her black leather jacket pulled up protecting her from the cold air, of the night. We can see what appears to be a pair of a deep blue ear buds stuck in her ears, and her hands in her pockets to keep warm. The sound of "Sweet Victory", by David Glen Eisley blares from the ear buds as she walks along. She had finished training just an hour ago, and it had gone better then she thought. She was ready, but wondered would her opponents be ready.
Emma:*Voice Over*The time is drawing closer ladies. Are you ready for our match on Friday night? I know I am. It really doesn't surprise that none of you have really said anything. You know what's going to happen on Friday night in that ring, and so do I. At Suspense, I'm going to show you and the rest of the world what I can do, and that I can stand against losers such as yourselves.
She stops under a lamppost and smiles to herself catching her reflection in one of the shops windows. She carried herself as a lady of high society, but underneath she could scrap just like her father. She had learned from the best, with a little help along the way, from friends of the family, and she had never forgotten where she came from. She knew back home everyone was watching, and cheering for her wither she had won or lost her match that week.
Emma:*Voice Over*Let's start shall we? Megan you think that you should given everything on a silver platter, even though you never worked for anything in your life. You are clinging to your husband’s coat tails, and hope that you can just sleep your way to the top to get the Women's Title don't you? That's not how it works around here from what I've seen. Did you ever stand against someone knowing that you had a slim chance of winning? I have. When you're lying on the mat locked in a submission hold, thinking, there is no way out, only to come out by the hair on your head, and thanking God that you managed to get out of there in one piece? I have. You have just begun, and after Friday night, it'll be your last match. You'll go running to the back, and crying to Brad, telling him you don't want to do it any more, that you weren't ready to take on someone like myself, or the others that will be in the ring with you.
Emma just smiles to herself and walks on, as the light changes color at the corner, heading for what appeared to be a large park. It was well lit, and a few people were still around. Late night joggers, and a few tourists that were heading back to their hotels after a busy day of sight seeing. Emma walks along the stone path that leads through the park, and stops when she comes to a small stream with a white wooden bridge. She walks up onto the bridge and looks over the side, watching the water move slowly, even after the rain.
Emma:*Voice Over*Jaymie Boone, a huge slag, that thinks that she can stop me with her hallway like... well... hairy axe wound. She has another thing coming if she thinks that. Jaymie do you even think you stand a chance against me? You've been on your knees more than the good Father Ted on Sunday. Otherwise, can you even stand on your own two feet in the middle of the ring, without someone asking you to get down? This match isn't going to be easy, and I'm not going to back down from this fight I hope you know that Jaymie. It's taken me a while to get where I am, and I'm not going to let any one take that away from me, without a fight. I want you to bring everything that you have to the ring on Friday night to face me. Bring your A game, because I don't want anything less from you or my other opponents for that matter.
As Emma watches the water flow underneath the white bridge she sees something moving in the water. A little gold fish jumps out of the water and lands back in making a slight splash. Emma just smirks as she watches, and turns closing her eyes, as a light wind blew around her. She pulls her collar up and continues on her way down the stone path through the large dimly lit park.
Emma:*Voice Over*When that fish jumped out of the water, it reminded me of you Ayla. You jumped at a chance of facing me once again, and you think you'll make a big splash in the NCW and with your new friend. The thing is Ayla, you have made a mistake in more ways than one. She's using you, but what does that matter to someone like me right? After all she did chose you didn't she? When you fall Ayla, do you think that Cleo will be there to pick you up, or even help you get back at me for making you lose the match on Friday night? The answer is no! She saw that you were weak, and in need of a friend. But that doesn't matter. All that matters is on Friday night, you will fall while I am the last one standing in the middle of the ring. I'm not going to stand down, and let you get the victory over me for your so-called Goddess. It is my time to shine, to stand against the odds, and show everyone that I will be the last one to fall in our match.
Emma continues down the pathway, until she reaches a fountain that was lit up by different color lights. She smiles as she watches the water dance in the lights. It seemed almost magical as she watched it flow down into the pool below.
Emma:*Voice Over*Ladies Friday night we will all stand in the ring, in a Fatal Four way that isn't going to end the way you want it to. I will be the last one to fall in our match, and I'm going to make sure of it personally. I've been training for this match hard, and with anticipation of when we'll meet. The winner will take all, because it's the thrill of one more kill, or in our case of a pin. I'll be the last one to fall, and I'll be the one that sacrifices everything for this match. By all means try to stop me, and show me that I'm wrong about myself, but I know that even the three of you won't be able to stop me no matter what you do, for the Queen is dead, so long live the Dutchess! Ta.
Emma looks up at the camera and smiles as a light rain begins to fall once more over the city. She starts running slightly heading back toward the street and for the protection of the marques over the store entrances, as the scene fades to black.
Act 1: The Last One To Fall
The scene opens on the city of Birmingham Alabama, after a heavy rain had fallen. The night sky was still covered in low clouds, and the air was turning cold. A light fog seemed to float over the city, as the rain droplets on the cars and the streets glisten in the street lamps. Few people are out on a dreary evening, except for the streetwalkers that work the corners, waiting for their next customer, and the few homeless people that huddle together for warmth, and shelter from the rain, that still threatened to fall. A lone figure walks along the empty sidewalks of Birmingham, with their shoes clicking on the stone that lined the streets. It's soon revealed that it is Emma English, with her collar of her black leather jacket pulled up protecting her from the cold air, of the night. We can see what appears to be a pair of a deep blue ear buds stuck in her ears, and her hands in her pockets to keep warm. The sound of "Sweet Victory", by David Glen Eisley blares from the ear buds as she walks along. She had finished training just an hour ago, and it had gone better then she thought. She was ready, but wondered would her opponents be ready.
Emma:*Voice Over*The time is drawing closer ladies. Are you ready for our match on Friday night? I know I am. It really doesn't surprise that none of you have really said anything. You know what's going to happen on Friday night in that ring, and so do I. At Suspense, I'm going to show you and the rest of the world what I can do, and that I can stand against losers such as yourselves.
She stops under a lamppost and smiles to herself catching her reflection in one of the shops windows. She carried herself as a lady of high society, but underneath she could scrap just like her father. She had learned from the best, with a little help along the way, from friends of the family, and she had never forgotten where she came from. She knew back home everyone was watching, and cheering for her wither she had won or lost her match that week.
Emma:*Voice Over*Let's start shall we? Megan you think that you should given everything on a silver platter, even though you never worked for anything in your life. You are clinging to your husband’s coat tails, and hope that you can just sleep your way to the top to get the Women's Title don't you? That's not how it works around here from what I've seen. Did you ever stand against someone knowing that you had a slim chance of winning? I have. When you're lying on the mat locked in a submission hold, thinking, there is no way out, only to come out by the hair on your head, and thanking God that you managed to get out of there in one piece? I have. You have just begun, and after Friday night, it'll be your last match. You'll go running to the back, and crying to Brad, telling him you don't want to do it any more, that you weren't ready to take on someone like myself, or the others that will be in the ring with you.
Emma just smiles to herself and walks on, as the light changes color at the corner, heading for what appeared to be a large park. It was well lit, and a few people were still around. Late night joggers, and a few tourists that were heading back to their hotels after a busy day of sight seeing. Emma walks along the stone path that leads through the park, and stops when she comes to a small stream with a white wooden bridge. She walks up onto the bridge and looks over the side, watching the water move slowly, even after the rain.
Emma:*Voice Over*Jaymie Boone, a huge slag, that thinks that she can stop me with her hallway like... well... hairy axe wound. She has another thing coming if she thinks that. Jaymie do you even think you stand a chance against me? You've been on your knees more than the good Father Ted on Sunday. Otherwise, can you even stand on your own two feet in the middle of the ring, without someone asking you to get down? This match isn't going to be easy, and I'm not going to back down from this fight I hope you know that Jaymie. It's taken me a while to get where I am, and I'm not going to let any one take that away from me, without a fight. I want you to bring everything that you have to the ring on Friday night to face me. Bring your A game, because I don't want anything less from you or my other opponents for that matter.
As Emma watches the water flow underneath the white bridge she sees something moving in the water. A little gold fish jumps out of the water and lands back in making a slight splash. Emma just smirks as she watches, and turns closing her eyes, as a light wind blew around her. She pulls her collar up and continues on her way down the stone path through the large dimly lit park.
Emma:*Voice Over*When that fish jumped out of the water, it reminded me of you Ayla. You jumped at a chance of facing me once again, and you think you'll make a big splash in the NCW and with your new friend. The thing is Ayla, you have made a mistake in more ways than one. She's using you, but what does that matter to someone like me right? After all she did chose you didn't she? When you fall Ayla, do you think that Cleo will be there to pick you up, or even help you get back at me for making you lose the match on Friday night? The answer is no! She saw that you were weak, and in need of a friend. But that doesn't matter. All that matters is on Friday night, you will fall while I am the last one standing in the middle of the ring. I'm not going to stand down, and let you get the victory over me for your so-called Goddess. It is my time to shine, to stand against the odds, and show everyone that I will be the last one to fall in our match.
Emma continues down the pathway, until she reaches a fountain that was lit up by different color lights. She smiles as she watches the water dance in the lights. It seemed almost magical as she watched it flow down into the pool below.
Emma:*Voice Over*Ladies Friday night we will all stand in the ring, in a Fatal Four way that isn't going to end the way you want it to. I will be the last one to fall in our match, and I'm going to make sure of it personally. I've been training for this match hard, and with anticipation of when we'll meet. The winner will take all, because it's the thrill of one more kill, or in our case of a pin. I'll be the last one to fall, and I'll be the one that sacrifices everything for this match. By all means try to stop me, and show me that I'm wrong about myself, but I know that even the three of you won't be able to stop me no matter what you do, for the Queen is dead, so long live the Dutchess! Ta.
Emma looks up at the camera and smiles as a light rain begins to fall once more over the city. She starts running slightly heading back toward the street and for the protection of the marques over the store entrances, as the scene fades to black.