Scoped and Dropped
Mar 21, 2015 17:52:55 GMT -6
Head Booker, Icon Lord Leon Corbin, and 1 more like this
Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Mar 21, 2015 17:52:55 GMT -6
Black seemed to be the colour of the moment among the Globalstars. Whether Kolics sombre attire was him mourning his lost self or just tapping into the goth kid crowds Eva seemed to have the monopoly on, she wouldn’t have wanted to guess. For Eva it was business as usual, with her long black hair hanging over her shoulders, perfect make up and leather jeans. Her T shirt was a mass of words, injuries suffered over the years by the Globastars, her own picked out in purple. On the back were her tattered angel wings with the request of “Please don’t try this at home”. It wasn’t a comfortable experience to be wearing a list of every slip and fall you’d ever made, but it seemed fitting. When she was already feeling more exposed than she normally would have liked, what difference would a little more make? Tucking her hair behind her ear, she took a deep breath. Her tone was soft, calm, even pleasant. That was somehow worse, you could still see the hurt in her eyes, hear the betrayal in her voice.
Devil incarnate? Oh sweetheart, I never said that and I never would. Your devil doesn’t belong in my world anymore than this strange idea folk have about white knights and heroes. I do love your twisted sense of logic though, really. Watching an attack take place and doing absolutely sod all to stop it makes you no less guilty. You told them to watch my neck because you didn’t want paralysing me on your conscience. You can turn on your friends but living with that kind of guilt is just a step to far on the bastard meter, right love? Heh,it’s the biggest target on me, a big flashing beacon to any and all. You don’t think I considered that when I came back? You don’t think I knew it would be exploited? I still signed the dotted line, and if I’m honest there wasn’t much hesitation. Speculate all you want about what kind of person that makes me. I know who I am and I stand by my choices in this world. You playing the martyr for your self righteous bloody crusade to the darkside won't wash.
She could have snorted, could have but wouldn’t. Her right hand comes to rest on her hip, her weight shifting to that side. Pacing was an option, a very good one but her attention was fixed on the camera. She wasn’t content to stare at it, she was looking right through it.
How can I switch on the bitch so easily for a friend? How can I let myself get so caught up in what is essentially, just business? That’s it, isn’t it…….just business. Shall I tell you a little something about business? Shall I? I mean, I’ve been doing this for far longer than I probably should have by now. I’ve given it everything a person possibly could. Blood, sweat, tears, anger, pain, joy……it's been my saviour at my lowest, my stage and platform at my best. I’ve played out some very personal moments before the masses, passed them off as just business. It’s easy enough to face a monster you know and can identify with though isn’t it? You face your demons in the ring so you don’t have to when the gloves are off, the lights are dimmed you’re no longer this Icon the fans want you to be. That’s the thing, I’ve faced Kandi with no hard feelings. I hugged it out with Munin before we stepped through that curtain. Any nastiness that ever happened with myself and Leon lived and died in the promo room. Sure, we can kick the living shit out of each other when the whim takes us, and drama fills seats. So why not spin it as a nasty feud? Why not make the fans believe we hated each other? They saw us tearing strips of each other, but here’s the thing…….we both knew. It wasn’t a shock, it was a professional act. We still shared a locker room, we still went home together at the end of the day. You want to pretend I’m being an unreasonable bitch though, getting all offended because in this scary world of business. I clearly don’t know where the line is. Where professional ends and personal begins……….Go for it, because if that’s what you want to believe, then you clearly didn’t value our friendship as much as you might have claimed.
Her hair was back in her face, running a hand through it push it away gave it that tousled look she wore so often. Her attention was on her feet, whatever monstrosity of chains and metal she was wearing was lost to the masses, but they could hear them as she moved. It was clear she still struggled with the thought that she’d let anyone get this close. Disbelief had bothered her almost as much as what had happened. She’d watched the footage of course, filling in any blanks she may have had. Pulling herself back to the here and now she again captured the camera with her hazel stare. Then she acted entirely out of character, she actually smiled. A flash of brilliant white teeth fading to a smirk, her hand again comes up to move her hair behind her ear.
We’ve heard your version now, but you know what really happened? As a casual observer and someone who has seen way too much of this industry in her lifetime? I think you were looking for some justification. It’s not easy to keep your head up when everything around you is falling to shit. Standing alone as the one beacon of hope in a corrupted barren hell hole………Because of course there was no one else here. No other stars dragging arses back into seats, no World champion inspiring and being dominant. Just you, by yourself, surrounded by evil and sin. Sound right? You had allies Kolic, you had people fighting the same fight. Is your view of this world so narrow that you really can’t see that? You can be on the same side as someone without having to publicly declare yourself a bloody ally. It’s not like you need to sit down and draft up documentation, make a public statement of frenemies for the week. The real battle…..the real war, wasn’t with Mayhem. They’re a nuisance, sure. Vagabonds and miscreants with nothing else going for them, just their ability to attack in numbers and when it’s least convenient. The real war, the one you should have been focusing on, was keeping your job. We’re all fighting to save this place….maybe not side by side, wearing matching colours and with awesome new theme music, but we're all here. All giving everything, and all playing our part. So yeah, I see this as a personal attack. I see it as you trying to justify your failure to deliver. You got stuck with narrow sights, seeing only a small portion of the battle while the war still rages around you.
The harsh edge that had only seconds ago tinged her words faded to her usual soft spoken sound. This was very much her world as far as she was concerned. Didn’t matter what role she played in it, it was always to the best of her ability and her fans were devoted enough to follow her there.
So sweetheart, you want to think the lines have blurred just enough that I can’t tell when to be offended as Eva Corbin, the woman I am with my friends, husband and kids. Or when it's just another chapter in the life and times of Eva Hikari, the Globalstar, then you need to take a long hard look at yourself and just who you think I am. Your actions at AA were personal, you may not have been the one to get your hands dirty, and sure, you warned them about the neck……..but as my friend, as someone I had laughed and joked with, trained with, welcomed into my home, you shouldn’t have ever put me in that position. I don’t need to hate you or channel Nemesis to hurt you on a professional level, but on a personal level……You killed the trust. You ended the friendship, you crossed the line, you fired the gun that should have never been loaded. If you’re not already hurting there, then I was clearly the one who was wrong. Our friendship never meant that much.
The hurt had gone, faded to something just a little darker. Damn right she was pissed off, and of course she wasn’t afraid to show it. She wasn’t about to allow that to cloud her perspective though. She called it as she saw it, just like she always had. Whether he wanted to or not she intended to keep this professional. Personally, he’d severed their ties, professionally…..he was just another opponent.
We're facing off at Crimson, should I expect the worst there too? It could be a great match, with two people who know each other well enough to be able to put on a show without lowering the tone. Though if your last bit of camera time proved anything, it was that you don’t know as much as I thought…….So, say you turn the numbers game to your advantage….bring out a couple of your hired help as back up. Or maybe you just stand aside and let them do their worst, distract the ref or something. Odds being stacked against me are nothing new, watching people I trusted twist the knife….well, that’s pretty common too. Thing is…….now you’ve shown your true colours. Now we’ve got the measure of this strange new Kolic, I expect it. You don’t get surprise on your side twice lovely, so you better hope and pray to whatever deity you like that your grim and evil lackeys are as good as you need them to be. You’ve never been as alone in this world, my world as you are right now. Whether you want to believe you were flying solo before or not. Fact is, now you really, truly are. See you at Crimson sweets, bring your best……You’ll need it.
Her smile was back, of course. Bring his best, she had said while expecting his worst as a human being. Offering her famous mock bow and a devastating stare to match she steps out of shot, leaving the camera to fade on a Battleground Banner.
Devil incarnate? Oh sweetheart, I never said that and I never would. Your devil doesn’t belong in my world anymore than this strange idea folk have about white knights and heroes. I do love your twisted sense of logic though, really. Watching an attack take place and doing absolutely sod all to stop it makes you no less guilty. You told them to watch my neck because you didn’t want paralysing me on your conscience. You can turn on your friends but living with that kind of guilt is just a step to far on the bastard meter, right love? Heh,it’s the biggest target on me, a big flashing beacon to any and all. You don’t think I considered that when I came back? You don’t think I knew it would be exploited? I still signed the dotted line, and if I’m honest there wasn’t much hesitation. Speculate all you want about what kind of person that makes me. I know who I am and I stand by my choices in this world. You playing the martyr for your self righteous bloody crusade to the darkside won't wash.
She could have snorted, could have but wouldn’t. Her right hand comes to rest on her hip, her weight shifting to that side. Pacing was an option, a very good one but her attention was fixed on the camera. She wasn’t content to stare at it, she was looking right through it.
How can I switch on the bitch so easily for a friend? How can I let myself get so caught up in what is essentially, just business? That’s it, isn’t it…….just business. Shall I tell you a little something about business? Shall I? I mean, I’ve been doing this for far longer than I probably should have by now. I’ve given it everything a person possibly could. Blood, sweat, tears, anger, pain, joy……it's been my saviour at my lowest, my stage and platform at my best. I’ve played out some very personal moments before the masses, passed them off as just business. It’s easy enough to face a monster you know and can identify with though isn’t it? You face your demons in the ring so you don’t have to when the gloves are off, the lights are dimmed you’re no longer this Icon the fans want you to be. That’s the thing, I’ve faced Kandi with no hard feelings. I hugged it out with Munin before we stepped through that curtain. Any nastiness that ever happened with myself and Leon lived and died in the promo room. Sure, we can kick the living shit out of each other when the whim takes us, and drama fills seats. So why not spin it as a nasty feud? Why not make the fans believe we hated each other? They saw us tearing strips of each other, but here’s the thing…….we both knew. It wasn’t a shock, it was a professional act. We still shared a locker room, we still went home together at the end of the day. You want to pretend I’m being an unreasonable bitch though, getting all offended because in this scary world of business. I clearly don’t know where the line is. Where professional ends and personal begins……….Go for it, because if that’s what you want to believe, then you clearly didn’t value our friendship as much as you might have claimed.
Her hair was back in her face, running a hand through it push it away gave it that tousled look she wore so often. Her attention was on her feet, whatever monstrosity of chains and metal she was wearing was lost to the masses, but they could hear them as she moved. It was clear she still struggled with the thought that she’d let anyone get this close. Disbelief had bothered her almost as much as what had happened. She’d watched the footage of course, filling in any blanks she may have had. Pulling herself back to the here and now she again captured the camera with her hazel stare. Then she acted entirely out of character, she actually smiled. A flash of brilliant white teeth fading to a smirk, her hand again comes up to move her hair behind her ear.
We’ve heard your version now, but you know what really happened? As a casual observer and someone who has seen way too much of this industry in her lifetime? I think you were looking for some justification. It’s not easy to keep your head up when everything around you is falling to shit. Standing alone as the one beacon of hope in a corrupted barren hell hole………Because of course there was no one else here. No other stars dragging arses back into seats, no World champion inspiring and being dominant. Just you, by yourself, surrounded by evil and sin. Sound right? You had allies Kolic, you had people fighting the same fight. Is your view of this world so narrow that you really can’t see that? You can be on the same side as someone without having to publicly declare yourself a bloody ally. It’s not like you need to sit down and draft up documentation, make a public statement of frenemies for the week. The real battle…..the real war, wasn’t with Mayhem. They’re a nuisance, sure. Vagabonds and miscreants with nothing else going for them, just their ability to attack in numbers and when it’s least convenient. The real war, the one you should have been focusing on, was keeping your job. We’re all fighting to save this place….maybe not side by side, wearing matching colours and with awesome new theme music, but we're all here. All giving everything, and all playing our part. So yeah, I see this as a personal attack. I see it as you trying to justify your failure to deliver. You got stuck with narrow sights, seeing only a small portion of the battle while the war still rages around you.
The harsh edge that had only seconds ago tinged her words faded to her usual soft spoken sound. This was very much her world as far as she was concerned. Didn’t matter what role she played in it, it was always to the best of her ability and her fans were devoted enough to follow her there.
So sweetheart, you want to think the lines have blurred just enough that I can’t tell when to be offended as Eva Corbin, the woman I am with my friends, husband and kids. Or when it's just another chapter in the life and times of Eva Hikari, the Globalstar, then you need to take a long hard look at yourself and just who you think I am. Your actions at AA were personal, you may not have been the one to get your hands dirty, and sure, you warned them about the neck……..but as my friend, as someone I had laughed and joked with, trained with, welcomed into my home, you shouldn’t have ever put me in that position. I don’t need to hate you or channel Nemesis to hurt you on a professional level, but on a personal level……You killed the trust. You ended the friendship, you crossed the line, you fired the gun that should have never been loaded. If you’re not already hurting there, then I was clearly the one who was wrong. Our friendship never meant that much.
The hurt had gone, faded to something just a little darker. Damn right she was pissed off, and of course she wasn’t afraid to show it. She wasn’t about to allow that to cloud her perspective though. She called it as she saw it, just like she always had. Whether he wanted to or not she intended to keep this professional. Personally, he’d severed their ties, professionally…..he was just another opponent.
We're facing off at Crimson, should I expect the worst there too? It could be a great match, with two people who know each other well enough to be able to put on a show without lowering the tone. Though if your last bit of camera time proved anything, it was that you don’t know as much as I thought…….So, say you turn the numbers game to your advantage….bring out a couple of your hired help as back up. Or maybe you just stand aside and let them do their worst, distract the ref or something. Odds being stacked against me are nothing new, watching people I trusted twist the knife….well, that’s pretty common too. Thing is…….now you’ve shown your true colours. Now we’ve got the measure of this strange new Kolic, I expect it. You don’t get surprise on your side twice lovely, so you better hope and pray to whatever deity you like that your grim and evil lackeys are as good as you need them to be. You’ve never been as alone in this world, my world as you are right now. Whether you want to believe you were flying solo before or not. Fact is, now you really, truly are. See you at Crimson sweets, bring your best……You’ll need it.
Her smile was back, of course. Bring his best, she had said while expecting his worst as a human being. Offering her famous mock bow and a devastating stare to match she steps out of shot, leaving the camera to fade on a Battleground Banner.
