Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2012 13:59:42 GMT -6
Davina: I was wondering when someone would actually dare to step up. How ironic it would be the boy without the balls even if he is clutching at straws…
For someone about to embark on a Lord of the Coliseum tournament she seemed incredibly relaxed. Dressed down in stretch jeans, boots and a fitted shirt she stood in a quiet corner within the Coliseum’s very own Dominique’s. It wasn’t the allure of the sports action on the numerous televisions around the place or the bar even but the game of pool and a freshly squeezed orange juice that appealed to her. Pool cue in hand, she walks around the deep red felt table and lines up her cue ball, against the window a man unknown to the Globalverse holding a cue of his own. She leans over, the dark haired man getting a good look at the rear view as she cocks back the stick and drives it through, sending balls on a collision course all over the table. Yet pocketing none, close as it was, she stands, moving over to the window as the male takes his turn.
Davina: Alex, dear. What on earth possesses you to think I speak garbage when I found myself dropping off half way through your mumbling and waffling? Darling, I speak the truth and in this truth I can tell you that you know nothing about me. You have not taken me to any limits yet and it isn’t going to start now. Do not assume a few forgettable victories mean you really know what makes me tick when you haven’t even found out how you work yet. I do not assume an easy victory but I do assume victory. I do not let doubt creep into my plans or else you set yourself up for the possibility of failure. I am not vulnerable in the same way you are and you, my dear, are extremely vulnerable. You have expressed many a weak point about yourself and you think you can exploit my weaknesses that you aren’t even aware of?!
With a Cheshire grin she shakes her head, returning to the table, two spotted balls had been potted in this game of US eight-ball. She moves around, sizing up her possibilities before settling on a purple striped ball in the middle of the table. A raised eyebrow from the male suggested it was nigh impossible but she reaches down, eyes of pure focus and drives the cue ball on the side, knocking the ball in a centre pocket and lining herself up another shot. Grin in place she saunters around the table for the yellow along the cushion.
Davina: Hot air, dear. That is all you have. I could break you without even touching you, Alex. That’s the thing about me people just don’t get comprehend until it’s actually happening to them and even then they don’t always know it’s happening. I know how to hurt you before even getting to that ring. That is the price you pay for allowing emotions to get the better of you. While you’re ready to be facing your little whore, how would you feel if the reason I were to face you and she wasn’t was because I put her on the shelf? There is no way you can tell me it can’t happen, dear. I have proved that it can and there is not really anything stopping me from doing it just to get to you. I mean, no one other than you would actually miss Munin. She doesn’t exactly integrate well with others, form allegiances. She can’t even behave like a normal human being so what are you even attracted to if not the fact your mental state is still in a bad place and you are willing to cling to anything that shows you any kind of attention.
You’re pathetic, Alex. A sick calf better off slain out of mercy. Some believe that struggle can build a person, make them strong and thick skinned yet all it’s done for you is make you lose your way. You may have had the chance to be something great but that time has passed you by. Instead of being the next touted World champion, the next Ace like you could have been, you are just a flake, a choker. I bet you wouldn’t even know what to do with a damn title like the one you feel you can win. There is a great responsibility that comes with being at the top, dear and considering your lack of it where you are, I dread to think what mess you would make of the World title scene. The World title highlights its champion and places the image of the company on its shoulders, Alex. Are you really sure that GZG would want the world to see a screw up like you heading the place in a time where the industry is as competitive as it is today? GZG does not want to send the message to the fans or its rivals that it will allow just any dirt at the top. It needs to show that there are levels and standards and you, my dear, do not qualify so how about you forget all about me, the World title and the Lord moniker and play happy families with Munin and stop pretending that your ridiculous display in the ring some weeks ago was the fault of the creative team. Unless of course you are prepared to admit that the pair of you are so hopeless at doing anything for yourselves that you are willingly puppets who can’t cut their strings to go above and beyond their own limits…
Yellow in a corner pocket she moves for the orange, sending it slowly into the corner next to it, with some altered English, the ball curves off the cushion.
Davina: See you in the final…? A part of me hopes so. I would love for you to take all that overconfidence of your insignificant little victories and pit them against the biggest defeat of your career to date with me, dear. Just how would that feel to have every one of those matches you use as a basis to think you are better than me slammed back into your face as you watch me close up being crowned Lady, Alex? Hm? What will you do WHEN that happens? Where will you go from there when the Slaughterhouse prove indefinitely that the MMM cannot beat them? I’ve had long range goals, Alex, and by having these goals it keeps me very easily from being frustrated or distracted by these short range losses. See, this is why I have and can come back from any loss, it’s a mere statistic for me but for the mentally frail like you it breaks you down, rips you apart and has you question everything you are. And maybe it’s time you really sat down and questioned yourself, Alex, find out what you really are when you are not drinking or begging for the affection of an emotional retard.
But I couldn’t care less about you. Just understand that as valiant an attempt as this is from you, it’s all in vain. Better luck next year if you haven’t completely hit rock bottom by then.
With a grin she rests a leg on the table, getting into position for the red, a little too much power has it bounce off the knuckle a few times before rolling back out again. Tipping her head, she shrugs, strolling back over to the window. Both hands wrapped around her cue she rests back as her male opponent makes his way back to the table. With a sip of her orange juice she swipes from the table, she sets it back down.
Davina: But where do you get off, Sean? Didn’t I already tell you that there was nothing you could do to me? And yet there you go at random, dressed up like Kid Kaos even though that had been done before, screaming how you deserve to be a World champion but have done a whole lot of nothing to earn it.
Another two balls potted from her opponent was all he managed, moving away from the table to make way for the Women’s champion. Looking over her options, there was only one, the brown and even that was somewhat snookered. She stands up straight over the table, cue at a forty five degree angle. A downward strike has the ball spin around and touch the brown and pushing it further towards the pocket, covering it. Receiving a pat on the shoulder from her opponent she heads back for the window again.
Davina: Sean, I don’t NEED help to win a match. I know this may be difficult for you to understand but when you have friends or allies, REAL allies, then you work out ways in which you can get the end result with as little damage to yourself as possible. What good is victory if you cannot even raise your own hand? Do not dismiss that for me being afraid to get my hands dirty. Do no misconstrue wit and intelligence for cowardice and incapability. In fact, even though I really do not owe you a damn thing or feel the need to prove anything to you at all, should you get past Munin Cross, I will show you just what that means. This tournament belongs to me and not just because I am the one hyped for Ladyship but because I am truly the only competitor even ready to take that title and make something of it, the only one ready to put some meaning back into a tournament that had long lost its glow and importance. It is going to take someone like me to silence those naysayers who have lost all faith. If you actually bothered to look around you, you would know this but instead you step out once in a blue moon with very little fact and start shouting like an ADHD affected child with Tourette’s while playing dress up.
The future? I really don’t think so, dear. And you are not the only one thinking that it won’t be me and Beware in the final either.
Because I am thinking it as well, “Beware”. Are you seriously sitting wherever you are, hiding behind anonymity and thinking that a few random lines and a bad Santa impression will throw me off my game? I know most years there is someone entering the tournament with their identity concealed but this is just a joke I don’t think I am even going to waste my time laughing at. I really cannot see you getting past round one to even get this vengeance you want so bad for some vendetta I really don’t know or care about. But if you want it that bad, how about you get to the back of the line. Maybe I’ll even offer you a shot at the World title just to make you feel as if you have some validity in all this.
She looks over at the table with a little more intent. It had been a while and the man was down to the black. She raises a brow then gives a little smirk as he misses the called pocket. Walking towards the table, she runs a hand over his cheek then moves to the blue that she wastes no time in pocketing. With nothing in her way, she pots the green thereafter, leaving nothing but the black on the table. A curl of the lips suggested she wasn’t quite ready to finish this game just yet as she calls a pocket but doesn’t pot the black, leaving it in a precarious position on the table. With a wink she moves past to her glass and takes a mouthful yet doesn’t put the glass down.
Davina: And where the hell are you, Sophia? Hm? I’m waiting and waiting yet you have nothing to say. You need to stop watching the rain beating down against your windows and get your damn butt out here. You want me to take you seriously then you need to take this opportunity seriously. This is not a chance everybody gets and here you are wasting it which really doesn’t come as a surprise. Then why do you even waste people’s time? How dare you just walk into this sport and take a laid back approach when there are women like me who go out there to defy tradition, to put females on the map and show people that no, we are not just a piece of meat who are only good enough to act as some beefcake’s valet but real challengers in our own right. It’s women like me who show others that the fairer sex is anything but. There is nothing fair about me and rest assured, little Miss Second Place, that I’ll be showing just why that is at close range. It doesn’t mean I have to cheat to win. It doesn’t mean I need to call on the Slaughterhouse to save me. It means I will not go easy on you whatsoever and will dispose of you quickly so I can move on to what’s important. To becoming a Lady of the Coliseum and BEHAVE like someone who is being held responsible for carrying the weight of the company. Not like these other Lords and Ladies who stall in their careers like learner drivers, stopping and starting constantly but never really getting anywhere…and that really does go for all of them.
A sideward smirk has her heading for the table, opponent stepping aside as he misses his chance to finish. With a brief glance back at him, she taps her chosen pocket with the tip of her cue then leans forward, lining up an often elusive double up the table for the bottom corner pocket.
Davina: But I will be different…for the one person I have yet to make mention of.
With a well-timed push of her cue, she watches as the cue collides with the black, forcing it against the top cushion and down the table until rolls into her chosen pocket. As if it was all to be expected anyway she doesn’t even celebrate, just heads over to the rack to return her cue. Turning around her expression shifts from its usual demeanour.
Davina: I know one day you will see this…Lucy. And one day you will understand just why your REAL mummy is the way she is but as your real mummy I intend to give you the reason to be proud of me and show just how much of a failure Eva is, that daddy is. One day you will seek me out because your genetics will dictate to you that you want to be better than what you will have been allowed to be all those years. You won’t be able to help it, dear. You are my daughter and you will want more, you will crave more, and at my side you can be more. I’m sure Eva and Leon will have stopped you from watching this but search for the 2012 Lord of the Coliseum tournament and see what your mummy can do, just what you can do. My door is always open for when your eyes are, for when that urge for perfection takes you over. And there is no one better to hone that side of you than perfection itself…
She winks, flashing her pearly whites before she takes the man she’d played with by the hand and heads out of the GZG patronised establishment.
For someone about to embark on a Lord of the Coliseum tournament she seemed incredibly relaxed. Dressed down in stretch jeans, boots and a fitted shirt she stood in a quiet corner within the Coliseum’s very own Dominique’s. It wasn’t the allure of the sports action on the numerous televisions around the place or the bar even but the game of pool and a freshly squeezed orange juice that appealed to her. Pool cue in hand, she walks around the deep red felt table and lines up her cue ball, against the window a man unknown to the Globalverse holding a cue of his own. She leans over, the dark haired man getting a good look at the rear view as she cocks back the stick and drives it through, sending balls on a collision course all over the table. Yet pocketing none, close as it was, she stands, moving over to the window as the male takes his turn.
Davina: Alex, dear. What on earth possesses you to think I speak garbage when I found myself dropping off half way through your mumbling and waffling? Darling, I speak the truth and in this truth I can tell you that you know nothing about me. You have not taken me to any limits yet and it isn’t going to start now. Do not assume a few forgettable victories mean you really know what makes me tick when you haven’t even found out how you work yet. I do not assume an easy victory but I do assume victory. I do not let doubt creep into my plans or else you set yourself up for the possibility of failure. I am not vulnerable in the same way you are and you, my dear, are extremely vulnerable. You have expressed many a weak point about yourself and you think you can exploit my weaknesses that you aren’t even aware of?!
With a Cheshire grin she shakes her head, returning to the table, two spotted balls had been potted in this game of US eight-ball. She moves around, sizing up her possibilities before settling on a purple striped ball in the middle of the table. A raised eyebrow from the male suggested it was nigh impossible but she reaches down, eyes of pure focus and drives the cue ball on the side, knocking the ball in a centre pocket and lining herself up another shot. Grin in place she saunters around the table for the yellow along the cushion.
Davina: Hot air, dear. That is all you have. I could break you without even touching you, Alex. That’s the thing about me people just don’t get comprehend until it’s actually happening to them and even then they don’t always know it’s happening. I know how to hurt you before even getting to that ring. That is the price you pay for allowing emotions to get the better of you. While you’re ready to be facing your little whore, how would you feel if the reason I were to face you and she wasn’t was because I put her on the shelf? There is no way you can tell me it can’t happen, dear. I have proved that it can and there is not really anything stopping me from doing it just to get to you. I mean, no one other than you would actually miss Munin. She doesn’t exactly integrate well with others, form allegiances. She can’t even behave like a normal human being so what are you even attracted to if not the fact your mental state is still in a bad place and you are willing to cling to anything that shows you any kind of attention.
You’re pathetic, Alex. A sick calf better off slain out of mercy. Some believe that struggle can build a person, make them strong and thick skinned yet all it’s done for you is make you lose your way. You may have had the chance to be something great but that time has passed you by. Instead of being the next touted World champion, the next Ace like you could have been, you are just a flake, a choker. I bet you wouldn’t even know what to do with a damn title like the one you feel you can win. There is a great responsibility that comes with being at the top, dear and considering your lack of it where you are, I dread to think what mess you would make of the World title scene. The World title highlights its champion and places the image of the company on its shoulders, Alex. Are you really sure that GZG would want the world to see a screw up like you heading the place in a time where the industry is as competitive as it is today? GZG does not want to send the message to the fans or its rivals that it will allow just any dirt at the top. It needs to show that there are levels and standards and you, my dear, do not qualify so how about you forget all about me, the World title and the Lord moniker and play happy families with Munin and stop pretending that your ridiculous display in the ring some weeks ago was the fault of the creative team. Unless of course you are prepared to admit that the pair of you are so hopeless at doing anything for yourselves that you are willingly puppets who can’t cut their strings to go above and beyond their own limits…
Yellow in a corner pocket she moves for the orange, sending it slowly into the corner next to it, with some altered English, the ball curves off the cushion.
Davina: See you in the final…? A part of me hopes so. I would love for you to take all that overconfidence of your insignificant little victories and pit them against the biggest defeat of your career to date with me, dear. Just how would that feel to have every one of those matches you use as a basis to think you are better than me slammed back into your face as you watch me close up being crowned Lady, Alex? Hm? What will you do WHEN that happens? Where will you go from there when the Slaughterhouse prove indefinitely that the MMM cannot beat them? I’ve had long range goals, Alex, and by having these goals it keeps me very easily from being frustrated or distracted by these short range losses. See, this is why I have and can come back from any loss, it’s a mere statistic for me but for the mentally frail like you it breaks you down, rips you apart and has you question everything you are. And maybe it’s time you really sat down and questioned yourself, Alex, find out what you really are when you are not drinking or begging for the affection of an emotional retard.
But I couldn’t care less about you. Just understand that as valiant an attempt as this is from you, it’s all in vain. Better luck next year if you haven’t completely hit rock bottom by then.
With a grin she rests a leg on the table, getting into position for the red, a little too much power has it bounce off the knuckle a few times before rolling back out again. Tipping her head, she shrugs, strolling back over to the window. Both hands wrapped around her cue she rests back as her male opponent makes his way back to the table. With a sip of her orange juice she swipes from the table, she sets it back down.
Davina: But where do you get off, Sean? Didn’t I already tell you that there was nothing you could do to me? And yet there you go at random, dressed up like Kid Kaos even though that had been done before, screaming how you deserve to be a World champion but have done a whole lot of nothing to earn it.
Another two balls potted from her opponent was all he managed, moving away from the table to make way for the Women’s champion. Looking over her options, there was only one, the brown and even that was somewhat snookered. She stands up straight over the table, cue at a forty five degree angle. A downward strike has the ball spin around and touch the brown and pushing it further towards the pocket, covering it. Receiving a pat on the shoulder from her opponent she heads back for the window again.
Davina: Sean, I don’t NEED help to win a match. I know this may be difficult for you to understand but when you have friends or allies, REAL allies, then you work out ways in which you can get the end result with as little damage to yourself as possible. What good is victory if you cannot even raise your own hand? Do not dismiss that for me being afraid to get my hands dirty. Do no misconstrue wit and intelligence for cowardice and incapability. In fact, even though I really do not owe you a damn thing or feel the need to prove anything to you at all, should you get past Munin Cross, I will show you just what that means. This tournament belongs to me and not just because I am the one hyped for Ladyship but because I am truly the only competitor even ready to take that title and make something of it, the only one ready to put some meaning back into a tournament that had long lost its glow and importance. It is going to take someone like me to silence those naysayers who have lost all faith. If you actually bothered to look around you, you would know this but instead you step out once in a blue moon with very little fact and start shouting like an ADHD affected child with Tourette’s while playing dress up.
The future? I really don’t think so, dear. And you are not the only one thinking that it won’t be me and Beware in the final either.
Because I am thinking it as well, “Beware”. Are you seriously sitting wherever you are, hiding behind anonymity and thinking that a few random lines and a bad Santa impression will throw me off my game? I know most years there is someone entering the tournament with their identity concealed but this is just a joke I don’t think I am even going to waste my time laughing at. I really cannot see you getting past round one to even get this vengeance you want so bad for some vendetta I really don’t know or care about. But if you want it that bad, how about you get to the back of the line. Maybe I’ll even offer you a shot at the World title just to make you feel as if you have some validity in all this.
She looks over at the table with a little more intent. It had been a while and the man was down to the black. She raises a brow then gives a little smirk as he misses the called pocket. Walking towards the table, she runs a hand over his cheek then moves to the blue that she wastes no time in pocketing. With nothing in her way, she pots the green thereafter, leaving nothing but the black on the table. A curl of the lips suggested she wasn’t quite ready to finish this game just yet as she calls a pocket but doesn’t pot the black, leaving it in a precarious position on the table. With a wink she moves past to her glass and takes a mouthful yet doesn’t put the glass down.
Davina: And where the hell are you, Sophia? Hm? I’m waiting and waiting yet you have nothing to say. You need to stop watching the rain beating down against your windows and get your damn butt out here. You want me to take you seriously then you need to take this opportunity seriously. This is not a chance everybody gets and here you are wasting it which really doesn’t come as a surprise. Then why do you even waste people’s time? How dare you just walk into this sport and take a laid back approach when there are women like me who go out there to defy tradition, to put females on the map and show people that no, we are not just a piece of meat who are only good enough to act as some beefcake’s valet but real challengers in our own right. It’s women like me who show others that the fairer sex is anything but. There is nothing fair about me and rest assured, little Miss Second Place, that I’ll be showing just why that is at close range. It doesn’t mean I have to cheat to win. It doesn’t mean I need to call on the Slaughterhouse to save me. It means I will not go easy on you whatsoever and will dispose of you quickly so I can move on to what’s important. To becoming a Lady of the Coliseum and BEHAVE like someone who is being held responsible for carrying the weight of the company. Not like these other Lords and Ladies who stall in their careers like learner drivers, stopping and starting constantly but never really getting anywhere…and that really does go for all of them.
A sideward smirk has her heading for the table, opponent stepping aside as he misses his chance to finish. With a brief glance back at him, she taps her chosen pocket with the tip of her cue then leans forward, lining up an often elusive double up the table for the bottom corner pocket.
Davina: But I will be different…for the one person I have yet to make mention of.
With a well-timed push of her cue, she watches as the cue collides with the black, forcing it against the top cushion and down the table until rolls into her chosen pocket. As if it was all to be expected anyway she doesn’t even celebrate, just heads over to the rack to return her cue. Turning around her expression shifts from its usual demeanour.
Davina: I know one day you will see this…Lucy. And one day you will understand just why your REAL mummy is the way she is but as your real mummy I intend to give you the reason to be proud of me and show just how much of a failure Eva is, that daddy is. One day you will seek me out because your genetics will dictate to you that you want to be better than what you will have been allowed to be all those years. You won’t be able to help it, dear. You are my daughter and you will want more, you will crave more, and at my side you can be more. I’m sure Eva and Leon will have stopped you from watching this but search for the 2012 Lord of the Coliseum tournament and see what your mummy can do, just what you can do. My door is always open for when your eyes are, for when that urge for perfection takes you over. And there is no one better to hone that side of you than perfection itself…
She winks, flashing her pearly whites before she takes the man she’d played with by the hand and heads out of the GZG patronised establishment.