Post by Vespertine on Jun 18, 2022 22:43:18 GMT -5
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(Vespertine comes from the ring area celebrating her victory in the Fatal four way when she spies the backstage camera crew. She addresses the camera)
Ves: Hey Seb, Konraab, Travis. I hope you have no hard feelings on my win. But I did warn you didn't I, I'm in this to win this and I used you as my stepping stones. I'm just a newbie, you can take me anytime. Still you guys were a good challenge. I relish challenges like you.
(She pauses and changes topic)
V: Hey Ezra, Pssst. Finally thought about it and have an answer to your proposal: sure, after Battlegrounds, whether I win or lose, we can go grab a bite to eat. No, my sweet, no hard feelings. Wherever you want to eat at after Battlegrounds, I'm down.
(She walks down the hall. Camera fades to black...., TBC Ezra Wolf)
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Outfit: 
Ves: Ragdoll is it? What an adorable name. I love it. Forgive this....
(indicates Chrissy Field, a long stretch of green grass along the waterfront that used to be a private airport for the citizens of San Francisco.)
What I wanted to do is negated by what I am allowed to do. In the time frame they gave me I only have a few minutes of talk time. I wanted to do a big battle with a lot of men and women fighting it out over swords and shields, with arrows and catapults, muskets and pistols, with tanks and planes. BUT our prestigious UGWC production editor told me I only had a limited time... so this is what you get.
(She smiles, then gets serious as she changes subjects)
Bored now, moving on... So.... um.... when did Harley Quinn start out as a bountyhunter? I thought she was a psychologist working at the Arkham Asylum. And when did this same Harley Quinn wannabe become a wrestler? Was the Joker and Batman not enough for your comic book crime spree? Harvey Dent not here to stop you? Yeah, I'm original with your character. I wasn't born with a sense of humor... so sorry if you don't get it or it's not that funny. You know what IS funny. That cirque de freak stable you belong to. Wow that's a mighty jump. From PI and bountyhunter to wrestler. Then to a Harley Quinn lookalike. How in all the blue hells of buddha did all that come about? What? Wasn't, like, being Dog the Bountyhunter good enough for you? I woulda thunk that being a bountyhunter gave you all sorts of perks and lots of money. Like me as a movie star. You had the background but you gave it all up to be a clown. What did Cleveland say in Zombieland? "Fuck this clown."
(She grins lopsidely, apparantly amused at this anecdote.)
This isn't going to hurt much but you still need to hear this. So here is what you don't get. Let's start with your background in bountyhunting which probably came from your days in whatever military branch you served in. You can't be a bountyhunter unless you served in the military. If you didn't, you are probably dead. You don't usually go into bountyhunting for shits and giggles not knowing how to fight with your hands, or fight with weapons. BUT you had that going for you. You still have that right? You still have your military training, right? Because THAT background is what you should be coming into this match with.
(looks around, maybe looking for Batman, who knows.)
Now you are coming into this match as a pyscho killer clown, right? You will look at this match and decide that wisecracking and making jokes and your psycho alter ego will be enough. Then you will try another direction and tell me you'll wear my skin as a mask and come at me from the angle that you have a dead rabbit in your pocket, that you have a carving knife in your hand and you want to carve your initials into my face and penetrate me in all sorts of ways that deal blood and damage. Does that about cover it?
(She looks around and sighs, starts walking slowly along. The fog follows.)
Sorry, my sweet, been there, done that. I've seen all the clowns, psychos, and leather faced freaks in this business, I've had my fill of deathbringers and doomsayers, naysayers and soothsayers, angels of death, darkness, destruction. I've fought goth fairies, clown wannabes, zombie apocolyptic warriors. Been kidnapped, tortured, brainwashed, almost killed, left to die. I've dealt with Triads, nomads, Mafia; in fact my best friend is leader of a Japanese Yakuza gang. So what do you have to offer, little Ragdoll? And, really, are you really that original? I saw a couple of Harley Quinn wannabes in my last two feds. No Joker but Yeah.... so.... there is that....
(She trails off not really expecting the sentence to be finished. Though she smiles again)
See you're going about this the wrong way. You want to beat me, right? You want to keep that pretty little title of yours around your waist and your pretty fucked up head intact too? But you also see my lovely flesh and want to carve it up. Your desire to torture and kill is colliding with your desire to defend your title. And every single time, your desire to torture beats out your desire to defend. You've only defended that belt once so far. You don't see me as a threat. You've never really had any competition for that belt. So you'll make jokes and threats, and pranks and gags and try to figure out how to get into my head and confuzzle me. You want to know what's in my head, little Ragdoll? I'll tell you: It's not you that's for sure. You mean nothing. Your whole Cirque de freak show/facade is amusing but means nothing. You put your whole freak show against my Triads and I can guarantee you, that the Triads will win every time. Because they are a whole lot scarier than you and your Kooky Krew will ever be. I fear them more than I fear you. Think on that, my sweet.
(Stops and looks out over the water, the fog has gotten closer to shore. She tilts her head and continues...)
Congradulations, YOU have a gimmick. (yawns purely for show) I've seen those gimmicks come and go. They never last long. Like the circus, they eventually get old and boring. Especially in a world of Facebook, Twitter, World of Warcraft, Grand Theft Auto, war in Ukraine, Trump as president, then Biden as president, COVID, monkeypox, massacres at shopping malls, elementary schools, hospitals and day camps. Really? Really! And what does your dark circus have to offer to trump all that? What do YOU have that can trump all that? You really are just a paper champion.
(She looks around, continues walking. The fog follows)
Now this is why you don't get it: if you went back to being a bountyhunter, I might take more consideration of you then. MIGHT even see you as more of a threat. A good rival maybe. I could even be the nemesis to your bountyhunter. Probably even hire you for a job or two. IF you went back to that gimmick, I would take you seriously. That gimmick has more depth, more background and more meaning than anything you came up with thus far. Being a clown is ok, but generic. Being a bountyhunter? THAT is something you can work with. And from that, you can do anything. Like I said, being a bountyhunter has it's perks and makes lots more money.
(thinks a second as the fog gets ever closer.)
Ladies and gentlemen, kids, clowns, freaks, geeks, roster, staff. Storytime! (she pauses putting herself into story voice mode) Once upon a time, a little girl named Vespertine was in a stable her very first federation. The stable was called AWW. Short for Awesome Women Wrestlers. It was two veterans and me. One woman was named Angel of Darkness. I handpicked her from a stable called Dark Alliance. She wore a black velvet cape and a Phantom of the Opera mask. The other woman was named Widow. Her gimmick was a nurse with an eyepatch. I handpicked her from the opposite stable called Pain Inc. Our gimmick: we were a trio of bountyhunters. We had weapons we would take to the ring and use as weapons if the need arose. We would talk about opponents as if they were bounties. We were damn good too. I had a katana, Widow had a sawed off shotgun. Angel had a crossbow. As a stable we took the tag team titles, the International Title, the Ladies title and the World Title. We were a great group because we didn't care what anyone though of us, we had a gimmick that management appreciated, that the fans really enjoyed and the rest of the roster was in awe of. There was no ONE actual leader. We all lead the stable and it wasn't all about demons and death. It wasn't about angels and gods and trying to be goodie two shoes. It wasn't about freaks, geeks and clowns and what have you. It was middle of the road getting bounties on people more than trying to collect titles. Because, each of us had already claimed every title several times over in our respective careers.
(puts hand over heart)
True story yo!
(Goes back to original subject)
Back to the present: This isn't about you being Ragdoll anymore or a psycho killer clown. This isn't about me being Vespertine or a machine. This isn't about a title. This is war. This is a battleground. Come at me, come to me. Push me, pull me, try to kill me. You will find I NEVER tap, I NEVER submit, I don't dq, I don't get counted out. I'm first or not at all. I'm in this to win this. This is a battle that may start the war between us but rest assured I WILL win the battle as I WILL win the war. So come at me, with everything you have; no weapons, no freaks, geeks and friends, nothing but whatever you have in your ring arsenal. This will be a match for the ages, you and I. We will put on a show like no other and in the end, you WILL make that one mistake and I WILL have my hand raised in victory. Because you have no idea what you are going up against. You never did, you never will.
(she walks off and disappears into the pea soup like fog that has now enveloped the entire city. Ah the City by the Bay)