Have another little piece of my heart now, baby
Apr 23, 2015 12:31:13 GMT -6
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Post by Icon Lady Eva Hikari on Apr 23, 2015 12:31:13 GMT -6
Pushing a hand through her long ebony hair, Eva was as usual picture perfect. With a short velvet dress and knee high pvc boots she was the image of morbid beauty. Her eyes were lined with her usual black and just a little glitter. Her lips pursed, were a natural red. Her title belt was over her shoulder, its tarnished gold clashing horribly with her pale complexion. Shaking her head she let her hand drop, her hair falling into her face with it. A flick of her head cleared her eyes and allowed her to stare through the camera.
What a bitch…..Seriously Corbin. I’m polite and considerate and maybe even nice, and you have to go and lower the tone. Then, why break the habit of a lifetime? How I wish not putting the toilet seat down was your most annoying habit, but seriously love. Like the rest of the bitches in this world, we all know you piss sitting down. You’re more of a bloody woman than I am. You really had to turn this one into a pissing contest too? Really? What could be a great match, between two of the greatest this sport has ever seen? On their home stage? That’s cool n’all sweetheart, but keep in mind when the shit hits the fan and you’re off licking your wounds, you were the one who took your claws out first. You caused this, not me.
Pushing a stray strand of hair behind her right hair she adjusted her title. Her smile was light, refreshing amongst the tense egos and even more tense looks of late. Her tone matched.
Bravo on the holier than thou act though sweets. Seriously, credit where it’s due and all that. You played it well, threw in just enough truth to make it all seem genuine, all seem real. I’ve made no secret about my self doubts, I’m not going to apologise for my humanity just because yours is buried under so many layers of ego. You can’t be anyone but the Icon even away from the cameras. History, should stay in the past, right enough but you’re a fool if you want to try and downplay it. We’ve faced off before, and you’re right. I’m not the same person as I was back then. I don’t have the same hunger and desire to prove myself to the world. I don’t need to kill myself to make a point or feel relevant. That doesn’t mean I won’t still be kicking your arse though hun. I live with you, I train with you and sure. You know all my tricks, I know all yours too….and strength aside you have nothing over me. In fact lover, truth be told you just can’t keep up.
Her voice had lowered towards the end, her tone soft as if disclosing a huge secret. Shrugging her shoulders she sighed, her smile returning to her too innocent face.
Go on, narrow those pretty little eyes, smirk and make light of it all. Tell me I’m wrong, tell the world how desperate I am to make believe I really have any edge over you at all. Your life is one big egotrip, one big parade devoted to singing your own praises and worshipping your own effigy. The brat prince is in a league all his own, yep…..he’s something else alright. I’ve already thrown my hands up and admitted my sins as far as the belts go. Despite the morbid attire I can assure you, necromancy has never been a talent. Even the great and wonderful Lord Corbin couldn’t bring back a belt that’s been left this long to rot. I tried and I failed, I don’t see you doing any better where you are though sweetcheeks. You don’t see the roster crawling over themselves to challenge you. Other than the personal issues folk have with you, and lets face it…..you don’t need a belt to make folk hate you. It’s one of your many gifts. You can walk into a room of ten people and each one would find a different reason to despise you. Other than the stuff caused by your charming personality, nobody really seems to care. You remember what it was like when people actually wanted the belt right? I mean, it is the World title……people should at least pretend to care. Curtain jerker to main eventer, they should all be laying claim, reaching out with grubby hands to bask in the golden glow. Yeah? It’s been a while, hasn’t it love? Face it, as far as titles go…..were in the same sinking ship. An only one of us knows how to launch the lifeboat.
She neglected to mention that the other person would probably have a knife to stab the shit out of said lifeboat. They always said they’d be the death of each other, didn’t they? Smile fading she took on an all together more serious expression. The humour faded from her bright eyes, her smile falling away with it.
Still, Icon verses Icon should generate some interest right? It’ll certainly confuse the crowds wont it? You’re the bad guy they love to hate, and I’m the nicer side of evil. Laying down all my cards, dropping the bullshit, and offering you a look beyond what you think you see. I’m actually looking forward to it. I can read you as well as you can read me. I know your tells, your hints. Working with you has always been a test. Mentally and physically you keep me on my toes. It’s exciting, probably the highlight of the night for some folk. I just hope you can deliver.
A subtle wink and an not so subtle smile fell to laughter. The camera moves away from the almost melodic sound, fading onto the banner for their upcoming match.
What a bitch…..Seriously Corbin. I’m polite and considerate and maybe even nice, and you have to go and lower the tone. Then, why break the habit of a lifetime? How I wish not putting the toilet seat down was your most annoying habit, but seriously love. Like the rest of the bitches in this world, we all know you piss sitting down. You’re more of a bloody woman than I am. You really had to turn this one into a pissing contest too? Really? What could be a great match, between two of the greatest this sport has ever seen? On their home stage? That’s cool n’all sweetheart, but keep in mind when the shit hits the fan and you’re off licking your wounds, you were the one who took your claws out first. You caused this, not me.
Pushing a stray strand of hair behind her right hair she adjusted her title. Her smile was light, refreshing amongst the tense egos and even more tense looks of late. Her tone matched.
Bravo on the holier than thou act though sweets. Seriously, credit where it’s due and all that. You played it well, threw in just enough truth to make it all seem genuine, all seem real. I’ve made no secret about my self doubts, I’m not going to apologise for my humanity just because yours is buried under so many layers of ego. You can’t be anyone but the Icon even away from the cameras. History, should stay in the past, right enough but you’re a fool if you want to try and downplay it. We’ve faced off before, and you’re right. I’m not the same person as I was back then. I don’t have the same hunger and desire to prove myself to the world. I don’t need to kill myself to make a point or feel relevant. That doesn’t mean I won’t still be kicking your arse though hun. I live with you, I train with you and sure. You know all my tricks, I know all yours too….and strength aside you have nothing over me. In fact lover, truth be told you just can’t keep up.
Her voice had lowered towards the end, her tone soft as if disclosing a huge secret. Shrugging her shoulders she sighed, her smile returning to her too innocent face.
Go on, narrow those pretty little eyes, smirk and make light of it all. Tell me I’m wrong, tell the world how desperate I am to make believe I really have any edge over you at all. Your life is one big egotrip, one big parade devoted to singing your own praises and worshipping your own effigy. The brat prince is in a league all his own, yep…..he’s something else alright. I’ve already thrown my hands up and admitted my sins as far as the belts go. Despite the morbid attire I can assure you, necromancy has never been a talent. Even the great and wonderful Lord Corbin couldn’t bring back a belt that’s been left this long to rot. I tried and I failed, I don’t see you doing any better where you are though sweetcheeks. You don’t see the roster crawling over themselves to challenge you. Other than the personal issues folk have with you, and lets face it…..you don’t need a belt to make folk hate you. It’s one of your many gifts. You can walk into a room of ten people and each one would find a different reason to despise you. Other than the stuff caused by your charming personality, nobody really seems to care. You remember what it was like when people actually wanted the belt right? I mean, it is the World title……people should at least pretend to care. Curtain jerker to main eventer, they should all be laying claim, reaching out with grubby hands to bask in the golden glow. Yeah? It’s been a while, hasn’t it love? Face it, as far as titles go…..were in the same sinking ship. An only one of us knows how to launch the lifeboat.
She neglected to mention that the other person would probably have a knife to stab the shit out of said lifeboat. They always said they’d be the death of each other, didn’t they? Smile fading she took on an all together more serious expression. The humour faded from her bright eyes, her smile falling away with it.
Still, Icon verses Icon should generate some interest right? It’ll certainly confuse the crowds wont it? You’re the bad guy they love to hate, and I’m the nicer side of evil. Laying down all my cards, dropping the bullshit, and offering you a look beyond what you think you see. I’m actually looking forward to it. I can read you as well as you can read me. I know your tells, your hints. Working with you has always been a test. Mentally and physically you keep me on my toes. It’s exciting, probably the highlight of the night for some folk. I just hope you can deliver.
A subtle wink and an not so subtle smile fell to laughter. The camera moves away from the almost melodic sound, fading onto the banner for their upcoming match.
