Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Apr 21, 2015 12:40:51 GMT -6
It was dull as far as promo rooms went. White brick with the occasional chip in the stonework meant eva was the focus. With her hazel eyes fixed on some point beyond the camera and an almost sweet smile on her face. It was clear she didn’t mind this little fact at all.
So what? I’m not worth the effort now, Lordship? After weeks and weeks of bitching that you’re tired of having no real competition, no real challengers….You get a chance at an Icon and you just, what, can’t be arsed? Really sweetheart? I’m almost offended, look! Look how hurt my feelings are!
The camera zooms to take in the full extent of her feels, before being pushed back by a heavily ringed hand. Expression once again serious the raven haired beauty simply shrugged.
You should be doing that whole World Champ swagger thing right now, jumping on me before I let my ego get too big. Or my ideas get too far above my midcard station. I know it’s been a while darling, but I remember the drill. The fact that I’ve not heard one single bitchy remark, one snide little comment means you don’t see me as a real threat…….In which case, I will have to kick your arse all over Robin Hood County, just because I can. Or, are we forgetting your win loss record against me? Don’t be giving me none of that chivalry bullshit either. You don’t spare me because I’m a woman, or because I’m your wife. If honour and mercy were things you practiced I wouldn’t have to endure half your bloody jokes. I beat you because I’m the better wrestler, it’s just that simple. It's right up there with the knowledge that the only reason you have the World Title right now, is because I didn’t want it. Want to call bullshit on that one sweetcheeks? Go for it, my lack of ambition when it comes to that particular belt have less to do with what it takes to get there, the weight you carry and the responsibility than it does to do with the single sighted vision of who you can and can’t face once you’ve got it. Enjoy having the same three matches over and over again, with various stipulations and dramas thrown in to try and keep you engaged. Boredom will take you out before that pretty little face of yours finally gives in and collapses in on itself.
It was a pretty accurate summary of what would happen, she felt. His nose had by now broken so many times she was pretty sure there wasn’t any actual bone left.
Still, should be entertaining for someone, right? Our Iconic achievements…..impossible to say without coming off as cheesy, put us as two of the greatest this sport as ever had. We live, work and train together. We know each other on a level few could ever boast…….and yet…..so left field. I’m sure with our mutual enemies they’ll be more oversized, overhyped wooden acts than the Major Oak can boast. So, love of my life. While I look forward to kicking your adorable self all over this fair city, that doesn’t mean I wont be expecting other folk to get involved.
Rolling her eyes with another shrug of her shoulders, she pushed her hands into the pocket of her hoodie as she spoke.
Since we’re on the topic n’all Kolic. I’d aim and exasperated sigh in your general direction but as much as I want to dislike you, I just can’t. I may not agree with the way you do things, but hell…..at least now you’re doing something. I should point out however I do resent being referred to as a “good guy”. White really isn’t my colour and if we’re being entirely honest, the line between me and those despicable little men you like to hang round with these days, is thin at best. I did like your rather dreary view of the world we created, it has its points. Most of them utter bollocks, but at least you’re using your imagination. My zombie belt’s still clinging to life, though bits are starting to fall of and the decay set in, it’s a sturdy little thing. More of a fighter than the roster who seem to lack the intestinal fortitude to challenge for it. I’ll be honest, I’m a terrible champion. I open the door, throw down the challenge and hope above hope that someone out there has the drive to step up and do something. I’m not going to hunt people down, call out individual folk and demand they play with me. I come from a world where to even be given a shot you have to show you’re driven. You need passion, you need desire. You need to act left you’d sell your left nut to get within ten feet of a match for a belt. If nobody wants this tarnished little trinket enough to show me they can work for it, then why should I chase them? Why should I rampage around flashing my ill fitting bling like it means something? Might mean something to me, but takes more than one person to uphold the legacy of one of these things.
The ill fitting bling in question was at the moment around her waist, being held up by the hands in her pockets. It was ridiculous really, these things were too small for the big lads, too large for the girls.
When interest fails, retire it. Save it from becoming a forgotten relic…….but then what do I know? As the current champion I should be singing its praises. With the current competition I find it hard to sing at all. Kolic, you were right with a lot of what you said. Not shocking though really, you always were a bright lad. This whole swooping in to make the save lark can’t last, and why should it? You imagine the wasteland right now as the Roman Empire? Fine, then I’ll be Pompeii. You know what’s going to happen, but you won’t know how badly it will end for you, or just when. I have no intention of continuing the trend of our respective “teams” facing off. I don’t even like the idea of bloody teams never mind the concept. This whole self righteous thing you have going on right now, I will end it. There will be no big explosion, just utter devastation in my wake.
So what? I’m not worth the effort now, Lordship? After weeks and weeks of bitching that you’re tired of having no real competition, no real challengers….You get a chance at an Icon and you just, what, can’t be arsed? Really sweetheart? I’m almost offended, look! Look how hurt my feelings are!
The camera zooms to take in the full extent of her feels, before being pushed back by a heavily ringed hand. Expression once again serious the raven haired beauty simply shrugged.
You should be doing that whole World Champ swagger thing right now, jumping on me before I let my ego get too big. Or my ideas get too far above my midcard station. I know it’s been a while darling, but I remember the drill. The fact that I’ve not heard one single bitchy remark, one snide little comment means you don’t see me as a real threat…….In which case, I will have to kick your arse all over Robin Hood County, just because I can. Or, are we forgetting your win loss record against me? Don’t be giving me none of that chivalry bullshit either. You don’t spare me because I’m a woman, or because I’m your wife. If honour and mercy were things you practiced I wouldn’t have to endure half your bloody jokes. I beat you because I’m the better wrestler, it’s just that simple. It's right up there with the knowledge that the only reason you have the World Title right now, is because I didn’t want it. Want to call bullshit on that one sweetcheeks? Go for it, my lack of ambition when it comes to that particular belt have less to do with what it takes to get there, the weight you carry and the responsibility than it does to do with the single sighted vision of who you can and can’t face once you’ve got it. Enjoy having the same three matches over and over again, with various stipulations and dramas thrown in to try and keep you engaged. Boredom will take you out before that pretty little face of yours finally gives in and collapses in on itself.
It was a pretty accurate summary of what would happen, she felt. His nose had by now broken so many times she was pretty sure there wasn’t any actual bone left.
Still, should be entertaining for someone, right? Our Iconic achievements…..impossible to say without coming off as cheesy, put us as two of the greatest this sport as ever had. We live, work and train together. We know each other on a level few could ever boast…….and yet…..so left field. I’m sure with our mutual enemies they’ll be more oversized, overhyped wooden acts than the Major Oak can boast. So, love of my life. While I look forward to kicking your adorable self all over this fair city, that doesn’t mean I wont be expecting other folk to get involved.
Rolling her eyes with another shrug of her shoulders, she pushed her hands into the pocket of her hoodie as she spoke.
Since we’re on the topic n’all Kolic. I’d aim and exasperated sigh in your general direction but as much as I want to dislike you, I just can’t. I may not agree with the way you do things, but hell…..at least now you’re doing something. I should point out however I do resent being referred to as a “good guy”. White really isn’t my colour and if we’re being entirely honest, the line between me and those despicable little men you like to hang round with these days, is thin at best. I did like your rather dreary view of the world we created, it has its points. Most of them utter bollocks, but at least you’re using your imagination. My zombie belt’s still clinging to life, though bits are starting to fall of and the decay set in, it’s a sturdy little thing. More of a fighter than the roster who seem to lack the intestinal fortitude to challenge for it. I’ll be honest, I’m a terrible champion. I open the door, throw down the challenge and hope above hope that someone out there has the drive to step up and do something. I’m not going to hunt people down, call out individual folk and demand they play with me. I come from a world where to even be given a shot you have to show you’re driven. You need passion, you need desire. You need to act left you’d sell your left nut to get within ten feet of a match for a belt. If nobody wants this tarnished little trinket enough to show me they can work for it, then why should I chase them? Why should I rampage around flashing my ill fitting bling like it means something? Might mean something to me, but takes more than one person to uphold the legacy of one of these things.
The ill fitting bling in question was at the moment around her waist, being held up by the hands in her pockets. It was ridiculous really, these things were too small for the big lads, too large for the girls.
When interest fails, retire it. Save it from becoming a forgotten relic…….but then what do I know? As the current champion I should be singing its praises. With the current competition I find it hard to sing at all. Kolic, you were right with a lot of what you said. Not shocking though really, you always were a bright lad. This whole swooping in to make the save lark can’t last, and why should it? You imagine the wasteland right now as the Roman Empire? Fine, then I’ll be Pompeii. You know what’s going to happen, but you won’t know how badly it will end for you, or just when. I have no intention of continuing the trend of our respective “teams” facing off. I don’t even like the idea of bloody teams never mind the concept. This whole self righteous thing you have going on right now, I will end it. There will be no big explosion, just utter devastation in my wake.
