Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Feb 21, 2015 12:30:38 GMT -6
Sweetie, touch my neck again and I will straight up twat you. How’s that for keeping it still? Now back off for a minute, okay?
The show had concluded minutes before and as far as anyone could tell his Lordship was still out there preening before the masses. It was a cold day in hell when Leon was cheered as a face, but there it was. Big red himself must’ve been wearing his thermals this week because Leon was still out there and the shouts of approval were deafening. Even back here, being fussed over by the medics and trainers Eva could hear it. It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. She’d blocked a lot more than you’d have expected. Her ribs hurt like a bitch, and she’d be very surprised if he’d not cracked something, even now the bruises were beginning to show. He’d hit her bloody hard. Her neck wasn’t giving her any real issues though. If it wasn’t for the wonderful little line in her contract that stated her neck must be checked after every match she probably wouldn’t even be here. Her head was pounding. The world had stopped spinning, but experience told she was lucky not to be concussed right now. Still, it could’ve been a lot worse with someone like Alex. The medics around her cleared the way as she pulled herself to her feet. Her make up was smudged, her hair tousled and damp. She taken the tape off her wrists and the leather lacing of her corset style top was unlaced enough to relieve some of the pressure to her ribs without revealing anything, but she was smiling. She looked as beat up as she felt, but slipping her belt onto her shoulder, she still had the aura of a champion.
Well played Alex. You can say what you want about me….and you did, but that was a well fought match. You can strut around and sing your own praises, make out your heart wasn’t in it…..Whatever you need to do to hold onto your ego. If you weren’t being such a colossal dick these days I might even say it was an honour to work with you. As it stands though? Heh, well sweetheart I told you I was coming for your belt. I told you I’d be walking out of here tonight the new Intercontinental Champion. I made good on my promises, and that was just the start.
Pushing her hand through her hair she barely avoids wincing at a tender spot on her head. It was a wonder she hadn’t gone full Britney with the amount of time she spent being dragged around by her hair in these matches.
I know there have been doubts about my abilities since my return. The old resentments for them that’s been there and done that are already echoing loud. I’ve done a lot, seen a lot…..but the beauty of this world, the cruelty of it too if we're feeling poetic, is that there’s always more to see. It’s a constantly evolving monster, like a virus it changes, gets bigger, stronger, more infectious and if you don’t keep up……if you don’t change and evolve along with it. You’re as good as worthless to this world. It will crush you, the monsters in it will crush you. I get that this whole nasty bastard thing you have going on is just another step in the evolution of Alex. Like that socially awkward, unpleasant teenage phase nobody really wants to talk about…….There’s the vague hope that one day you’ll grow out of this bullshit and be that sweetheart you were before. Personally I’m not holding my breath………but my darling, if you don’t evolve past this. If you don’t learn that no matter how mean you want to be, how nasty and aggressive you think you are….You’re still the lesser evil here. We’ve all done some truly terrible things in the name of this sport. You’ve done your research apparently…..You don’t need me to enlighten you. I’m quite reasonable these days, I’ve been more than reasonable to you. That attack after out match? That was just uncalled for. If you really want to lower the tone. If you really want to force it, I can play on your level. I don’t want to lower myself, but it’s not beyond me.
The focused aggression burning in her eyes didn’t match her butter wouldn’t melt smile at all. That was the thing with Eva though wasn’t it? She could be completely harmless one instant and a whole world of crazy the next. She’d built a career on it, the Nemesis persona came from a very dark place. Just because she resided there more often these days didn’t mean she was gone for good. Still, it wasn’t who she was at this moment. Adjusting her title her smile faded, briefly looking past the camera she appeared almost ashamed of what she was about to say.
I wasn’t the only casualty of your little temper tantrum though, was I sweetie? Munin, I know you watched tonight, I know you were there for us both. Feeling every hit as if it was landed on yourself. I’m sorry it turned out the way it did…..
Of course she wasn’t talking about the match. The attack afterwards would have been what really cut her friend deep. They were close and always had been, her loyalties would have been torn going into this. Afterwards, well it wouldn’t have been good. Munin had a mean streak, hid deep down beneath the loyalty and devotion she would show those she cared for. Even Evalyn was wary of that side of her. When it was all said and done though, as much as she was hurting right now, she knew Nin would be feeling it. She’d spare her that if she could.
I’m sorry it ended the way it did Nin’s. I know you, I know what you’re like…..but don’t judge the lad too harshly. In a similar situation we might have taken the same route he did. Yes it was a dick move, but…..we’ve all been there.
Shrugging her shoulders as if to say “no harm done”, the soft edge her tone had held while talking to one of her dearest friends fades for something colder.
He wasn’t the only one putting his bad behaviour on full display tonight though. What the hell is with the Bastard brigade running rampant? Seriously? Family or not, are you really going there? How many times do we have to suffer this? How many more incarnations of big, ugly and powerful do we have to watch walk all over everything before it's enough? The only thing missing this time is crack whore Barbie, but again…its only a matter of time isn’t it? I’m done with watching Aunt Nikki’s goon squad attempt to break the world. Kolic, Munin, if you want my help on this one, you have it. Until then……
Game face back in place along with a subtle curl to her lips, Eva glared through the camera. Her head may not be swimming but her headache was doing its worst. Her look wasn’t just there for a demonstration of evil intent.
Tonight the world watched as I made good on my promise. Guy’s and girls, like it or not I am now your Intercontinental Champion. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? Not half as nice as becoming a Grand Slam Champ……but hell, I just did that too. Heh, I’m not one to go out there throwing my resume about and demanding respect. It’s not my thing and we sure as hell don’t have enough hours in the day for the full thing. This title though? This title deserves respect. It deserves to be held by someone who will respect the sacrifices made to hold it. There’s that word again, the one so many throw about without any idea what it really means. It’s earned, not given, not demanded, not brought. You fight, you train, you work damn hard and show these people why you deserve it. Tonight I did that, and I will continue to do that. I’ve already heard folk bitching about a Corbin conspiracy. Funny really, I get my arse kicked and it's Hikari screwing up. I do good and people immediately start crying Corbin. It’s never the fans though is it? It’s always those who I’ve beaten to get anywhere that have the issues. Them that should know first hand just what I am capable of. Admitting any sort of skill in a rival isn’t included in the ‘rasslin handbook though is it? Nope, trash talk to feed your ego. Heh, whatever it takes to convince yourself you’re better than me.
Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath, regretting it instantly but determined she wouldn’t show it.
Any of you feel up to trying to prove that? I’ve never been one to refuse a challenge sweethearts. Any of you out there in the wasteland feel like doing more than run your mouth. Well, you can give it your best. You’ll need to, cause I can pretty much promise you. This title, my title is going nowhere any time soon. Take care kids, I’ll be seeing you again soon.
A wink and a smirk and she was back to the playful champion her fans loved. You got a big hefty dose of honesty and sincerity along with her snarky comments. It was one of the things that endeared her to her crowds. The medics rush her again, forcing her to take a seat as the camera cuts out.
The show had concluded minutes before and as far as anyone could tell his Lordship was still out there preening before the masses. It was a cold day in hell when Leon was cheered as a face, but there it was. Big red himself must’ve been wearing his thermals this week because Leon was still out there and the shouts of approval were deafening. Even back here, being fussed over by the medics and trainers Eva could hear it. It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. She’d blocked a lot more than you’d have expected. Her ribs hurt like a bitch, and she’d be very surprised if he’d not cracked something, even now the bruises were beginning to show. He’d hit her bloody hard. Her neck wasn’t giving her any real issues though. If it wasn’t for the wonderful little line in her contract that stated her neck must be checked after every match she probably wouldn’t even be here. Her head was pounding. The world had stopped spinning, but experience told she was lucky not to be concussed right now. Still, it could’ve been a lot worse with someone like Alex. The medics around her cleared the way as she pulled herself to her feet. Her make up was smudged, her hair tousled and damp. She taken the tape off her wrists and the leather lacing of her corset style top was unlaced enough to relieve some of the pressure to her ribs without revealing anything, but she was smiling. She looked as beat up as she felt, but slipping her belt onto her shoulder, she still had the aura of a champion.
Well played Alex. You can say what you want about me….and you did, but that was a well fought match. You can strut around and sing your own praises, make out your heart wasn’t in it…..Whatever you need to do to hold onto your ego. If you weren’t being such a colossal dick these days I might even say it was an honour to work with you. As it stands though? Heh, well sweetheart I told you I was coming for your belt. I told you I’d be walking out of here tonight the new Intercontinental Champion. I made good on my promises, and that was just the start.
Pushing her hand through her hair she barely avoids wincing at a tender spot on her head. It was a wonder she hadn’t gone full Britney with the amount of time she spent being dragged around by her hair in these matches.
I know there have been doubts about my abilities since my return. The old resentments for them that’s been there and done that are already echoing loud. I’ve done a lot, seen a lot…..but the beauty of this world, the cruelty of it too if we're feeling poetic, is that there’s always more to see. It’s a constantly evolving monster, like a virus it changes, gets bigger, stronger, more infectious and if you don’t keep up……if you don’t change and evolve along with it. You’re as good as worthless to this world. It will crush you, the monsters in it will crush you. I get that this whole nasty bastard thing you have going on is just another step in the evolution of Alex. Like that socially awkward, unpleasant teenage phase nobody really wants to talk about…….There’s the vague hope that one day you’ll grow out of this bullshit and be that sweetheart you were before. Personally I’m not holding my breath………but my darling, if you don’t evolve past this. If you don’t learn that no matter how mean you want to be, how nasty and aggressive you think you are….You’re still the lesser evil here. We’ve all done some truly terrible things in the name of this sport. You’ve done your research apparently…..You don’t need me to enlighten you. I’m quite reasonable these days, I’ve been more than reasonable to you. That attack after out match? That was just uncalled for. If you really want to lower the tone. If you really want to force it, I can play on your level. I don’t want to lower myself, but it’s not beyond me.
The focused aggression burning in her eyes didn’t match her butter wouldn’t melt smile at all. That was the thing with Eva though wasn’t it? She could be completely harmless one instant and a whole world of crazy the next. She’d built a career on it, the Nemesis persona came from a very dark place. Just because she resided there more often these days didn’t mean she was gone for good. Still, it wasn’t who she was at this moment. Adjusting her title her smile faded, briefly looking past the camera she appeared almost ashamed of what she was about to say.
I wasn’t the only casualty of your little temper tantrum though, was I sweetie? Munin, I know you watched tonight, I know you were there for us both. Feeling every hit as if it was landed on yourself. I’m sorry it turned out the way it did…..
Of course she wasn’t talking about the match. The attack afterwards would have been what really cut her friend deep. They were close and always had been, her loyalties would have been torn going into this. Afterwards, well it wouldn’t have been good. Munin had a mean streak, hid deep down beneath the loyalty and devotion she would show those she cared for. Even Evalyn was wary of that side of her. When it was all said and done though, as much as she was hurting right now, she knew Nin would be feeling it. She’d spare her that if she could.
I’m sorry it ended the way it did Nin’s. I know you, I know what you’re like…..but don’t judge the lad too harshly. In a similar situation we might have taken the same route he did. Yes it was a dick move, but…..we’ve all been there.
Shrugging her shoulders as if to say “no harm done”, the soft edge her tone had held while talking to one of her dearest friends fades for something colder.
He wasn’t the only one putting his bad behaviour on full display tonight though. What the hell is with the Bastard brigade running rampant? Seriously? Family or not, are you really going there? How many times do we have to suffer this? How many more incarnations of big, ugly and powerful do we have to watch walk all over everything before it's enough? The only thing missing this time is crack whore Barbie, but again…its only a matter of time isn’t it? I’m done with watching Aunt Nikki’s goon squad attempt to break the world. Kolic, Munin, if you want my help on this one, you have it. Until then……
Game face back in place along with a subtle curl to her lips, Eva glared through the camera. Her head may not be swimming but her headache was doing its worst. Her look wasn’t just there for a demonstration of evil intent.
Tonight the world watched as I made good on my promise. Guy’s and girls, like it or not I am now your Intercontinental Champion. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? Not half as nice as becoming a Grand Slam Champ……but hell, I just did that too. Heh, I’m not one to go out there throwing my resume about and demanding respect. It’s not my thing and we sure as hell don’t have enough hours in the day for the full thing. This title though? This title deserves respect. It deserves to be held by someone who will respect the sacrifices made to hold it. There’s that word again, the one so many throw about without any idea what it really means. It’s earned, not given, not demanded, not brought. You fight, you train, you work damn hard and show these people why you deserve it. Tonight I did that, and I will continue to do that. I’ve already heard folk bitching about a Corbin conspiracy. Funny really, I get my arse kicked and it's Hikari screwing up. I do good and people immediately start crying Corbin. It’s never the fans though is it? It’s always those who I’ve beaten to get anywhere that have the issues. Them that should know first hand just what I am capable of. Admitting any sort of skill in a rival isn’t included in the ‘rasslin handbook though is it? Nope, trash talk to feed your ego. Heh, whatever it takes to convince yourself you’re better than me.
Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath, regretting it instantly but determined she wouldn’t show it.
Any of you feel up to trying to prove that? I’ve never been one to refuse a challenge sweethearts. Any of you out there in the wasteland feel like doing more than run your mouth. Well, you can give it your best. You’ll need to, cause I can pretty much promise you. This title, my title is going nowhere any time soon. Take care kids, I’ll be seeing you again soon.
A wink and a smirk and she was back to the playful champion her fans loved. You got a big hefty dose of honesty and sincerity along with her snarky comments. It was one of the things that endeared her to her crowds. The medics rush her again, forcing her to take a seat as the camera cuts out.
