"Blah blah blah! Obey me! Arrow in my face."
Feb 8, 2015 15:32:34 GMT -6
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Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Feb 8, 2015 15:32:34 GMT -6
Her hair was getting too long, falling in loose curls around her immaculately made up face. The smoky black lined her eyes perfectly as she stared through the camera. It was amazing the depths you could read in her hazel eyes. The brown with delicate gold flecks were very often a window into the woman. Right now, they conveyed nothing more than a slight amusement. Something made apparent with the subtle arch of her left brow. Her lips had a glossy sheen, they curled into a barely there smile. Blink and you may miss it as she moved towards the camera. The click of her heels over concrete sounded harsh, heavy. Like an ill omen they signalled the arrival of something evil. The smile she wore promised to make good on that feeling.
Respect? It’s down to more than actions my lovely. Title defences, matches won, the more you shout and crow and demand the whole world look at you. You think any of that amounts to earning respect? Just whose is it you’re looking for right now? Mine? No, I don’t for a minute think you actually give a toss about my opinion…..the fans? Nope, pretty much alienated all them good folk when you spat your dummy out. So who is this little bitch fit for darling? What’s upset the bub enough for the temper tantrum of the century? Someone lost your binky? Nope, can’t be that…..Yet standing here watching rant after rant. Self inflated ego parading around while you try and justify the bad attitude and poor sportsmanship as what? You don’t even offer an excuse. Its drab, its droll and frankly my dear…..I’ve had enough.
Pushing a heavily ringed hand through her hair she leaves it there for a moment. It drops with the shrug of her shoulder. She was focused, more focused than she had been in too long. More importantly she was also annoyed. Calling into question her wrestling skills were one thing, blaming her lack of ambition on being a mother? She wasn’t foaming at the mouth anymore but it was clear from her tone she was not impressed.
I love how you got that whole bad guy thing down though. Seriously, you big me up then take me down…..You think I’ve lost my step. Being mummy has quenched my blood lust, made me soft around the edges and just a little less aggressive…….Well, mr “mother fucker”…..prepare to be fucked over by the meanest mother you’ll ever step into that ring with. I am a different woman to the one you’ve previously danced with. I’m no longer fighting for my place in the world, im not desperate to prove a point or make my mark. I’ve been to the top and seen all it has to offer. I’ve stood basking in the spotlight while others clawed at my heels begging for a scrap of stardom. Just fifteen minutes to make it all seem worthwhile, make the hurts mean something and the pain fade away. It’s hollow, its empty, and I senton’d my way of that pyre of corruption quicker than you can blink. For as much as your harp on about your win loss record, for as much as you strut around all bravado and disrespect……you still have so very much to prove.
She could have strutted back into this world demanding her world title shots and pulling punches for everyone and everything. It held no interest for her though, with big titles it was all about the chase. She was like a cat, once she captured her prey and chewed on it a bit, smacked it around and it had stopped fighting back, she’d grow bored. Half dead and half chewed was no way to live. She was proud of her achievements though. She’d worked hard for every one of them and even through humility would not see them cheapened with disrespect.
Oh but I should consider myself lucky to be in the ring with you at all, isn’t that right? I’m not worthy of the honour. I’m sorry darling, would you like me to fall to my knee’s and beg you for the time of day. Oh dearest Alex, with the ego so big it’s going to crush us all. Oh little man with so much to shout about, you have so very little time to do it…..I’ve been nice up until now. Out of respect for one of my dearest friends I have kept this well within the confines of friendly rivalry. Despite the myth I don’t actually like disrespecting my colleagues. We’ve all fought hard to even get here, but really? I don’t like singing my own praises. I don’t like hyping myself up and selling myself. My actions should speak for me, and over the years they have. I have given everything I have, and way more than anyone could ask for this business. I’ve paid in blood and more than my fair share of tears. It’s a story so many have, its nowhere near unique. Even as the bad guy it was something I kept in mind. I don’t expect any kind of awed reverence for being in my presence. I don’t want the world to bow down for the first lady, Icon, Unified champ…..whatever the hell I have been. All of that, no matter how proud I have been was also stifling. You can very easily be squashed under the pressure of who you are expected to be. You want to pretend none of that ever happened? You want to pretend I didn’t set benchmarks? I didn’t raise the bar for women in our sport? Go for it toots. Whatever helps you sleep at night. If in your happy little make believe, angels want to fly out of your arse singing Alex is the greatest, then hell…..why not?
Disbelief turned dark as the first real glimmer of “old” Eva reared it head. It was easier to slip into the mask when the line between life and work was so clearly defined. You wanted the cold hard bitch then you’d have her, and she’d kick your arse twice as hard for bitching about the beating afterwards. This was her yard and you were damn lucky to be allowed to play in it.
If your delusions of grandeur want to lead you through this then let them. At the end of the day you’ll be the one suffering for it. Like it or not, this is my world. I helped create it, I shaped it and when pushed enough I’m more than capable of laying waste to it. If you want things to get ugly sweetie, then keep poking. You don’t have to feel honoured to be in my presence……I sure as hell wont be to be in yours…….but I can guarantee this, you will be humbled. Respect is earned not given sweetcheeks. Something to keep in mind when I take your belt.
The smile was back, cold enough to kick you in the balls but soft enough to disarm you first. She was back alright, and this time she was going to make it count.
Respect? It’s down to more than actions my lovely. Title defences, matches won, the more you shout and crow and demand the whole world look at you. You think any of that amounts to earning respect? Just whose is it you’re looking for right now? Mine? No, I don’t for a minute think you actually give a toss about my opinion…..the fans? Nope, pretty much alienated all them good folk when you spat your dummy out. So who is this little bitch fit for darling? What’s upset the bub enough for the temper tantrum of the century? Someone lost your binky? Nope, can’t be that…..Yet standing here watching rant after rant. Self inflated ego parading around while you try and justify the bad attitude and poor sportsmanship as what? You don’t even offer an excuse. Its drab, its droll and frankly my dear…..I’ve had enough.
Pushing a heavily ringed hand through her hair she leaves it there for a moment. It drops with the shrug of her shoulder. She was focused, more focused than she had been in too long. More importantly she was also annoyed. Calling into question her wrestling skills were one thing, blaming her lack of ambition on being a mother? She wasn’t foaming at the mouth anymore but it was clear from her tone she was not impressed.
I love how you got that whole bad guy thing down though. Seriously, you big me up then take me down…..You think I’ve lost my step. Being mummy has quenched my blood lust, made me soft around the edges and just a little less aggressive…….Well, mr “mother fucker”…..prepare to be fucked over by the meanest mother you’ll ever step into that ring with. I am a different woman to the one you’ve previously danced with. I’m no longer fighting for my place in the world, im not desperate to prove a point or make my mark. I’ve been to the top and seen all it has to offer. I’ve stood basking in the spotlight while others clawed at my heels begging for a scrap of stardom. Just fifteen minutes to make it all seem worthwhile, make the hurts mean something and the pain fade away. It’s hollow, its empty, and I senton’d my way of that pyre of corruption quicker than you can blink. For as much as your harp on about your win loss record, for as much as you strut around all bravado and disrespect……you still have so very much to prove.
She could have strutted back into this world demanding her world title shots and pulling punches for everyone and everything. It held no interest for her though, with big titles it was all about the chase. She was like a cat, once she captured her prey and chewed on it a bit, smacked it around and it had stopped fighting back, she’d grow bored. Half dead and half chewed was no way to live. She was proud of her achievements though. She’d worked hard for every one of them and even through humility would not see them cheapened with disrespect.
Oh but I should consider myself lucky to be in the ring with you at all, isn’t that right? I’m not worthy of the honour. I’m sorry darling, would you like me to fall to my knee’s and beg you for the time of day. Oh dearest Alex, with the ego so big it’s going to crush us all. Oh little man with so much to shout about, you have so very little time to do it…..I’ve been nice up until now. Out of respect for one of my dearest friends I have kept this well within the confines of friendly rivalry. Despite the myth I don’t actually like disrespecting my colleagues. We’ve all fought hard to even get here, but really? I don’t like singing my own praises. I don’t like hyping myself up and selling myself. My actions should speak for me, and over the years they have. I have given everything I have, and way more than anyone could ask for this business. I’ve paid in blood and more than my fair share of tears. It’s a story so many have, its nowhere near unique. Even as the bad guy it was something I kept in mind. I don’t expect any kind of awed reverence for being in my presence. I don’t want the world to bow down for the first lady, Icon, Unified champ…..whatever the hell I have been. All of that, no matter how proud I have been was also stifling. You can very easily be squashed under the pressure of who you are expected to be. You want to pretend none of that ever happened? You want to pretend I didn’t set benchmarks? I didn’t raise the bar for women in our sport? Go for it toots. Whatever helps you sleep at night. If in your happy little make believe, angels want to fly out of your arse singing Alex is the greatest, then hell…..why not?
Disbelief turned dark as the first real glimmer of “old” Eva reared it head. It was easier to slip into the mask when the line between life and work was so clearly defined. You wanted the cold hard bitch then you’d have her, and she’d kick your arse twice as hard for bitching about the beating afterwards. This was her yard and you were damn lucky to be allowed to play in it.
If your delusions of grandeur want to lead you through this then let them. At the end of the day you’ll be the one suffering for it. Like it or not, this is my world. I helped create it, I shaped it and when pushed enough I’m more than capable of laying waste to it. If you want things to get ugly sweetie, then keep poking. You don’t have to feel honoured to be in my presence……I sure as hell wont be to be in yours…….but I can guarantee this, you will be humbled. Respect is earned not given sweetcheeks. Something to keep in mind when I take your belt.
The smile was back, cold enough to kick you in the balls but soft enough to disarm you first. She was back alright, and this time she was going to make it count.
