Post by Carmen Rivera on Jul 29, 2012 4:51:12 GMT -4
R E C A P --
[/color][/size][/center][/font]ღ Last week proved to be an interesting week for our heroine, Carmen Rivera, and she wasn’t even booked! Making her presence known in the corner of Michael Harris for his match against A.C. Smith (even if it seemed like Harris didn’t want her there), the North American champion managed Harris to a victory. After assisting Harris to that win, all the while making sure she showed off her new championship title belt, Carmen was spotted backstage alongside of the former champion Evan Envi. The two exchanged a few insults back and forth amongst one another, with Carmen’s craziness really showing between her Shakespearian dialect and then actually THREATENING to behead Envi with a pizza cutter ... which she was carrying in her pocket! After that, we got a third dose of Miss Rivera, but it was in the form of Michael Harris dumping Carmen because of her egotism and bad attitude. With so much running through her mind, how in the world would Carmen be able to focus on her match on Meltdown against Young Mannie? There was no doubt he was trying to make a name for himself, and a win against the North American Champion, a woman who was solidifying herself week by week as the top talent on Meltdown, would certainly send his career into the stratosphere! Would we see more of Carmen’s crazy antics, or would Young Mannie be the one to throw the “Queen of North America” off her throne before she even got comfortable?
S C E N E O N E --
[/color][/size][/center][/font]ღ Carmen screamed silently, running her hands through her hair and practically tugging at the roots. She’d paced in front of the locker room door of the “Greatest Ever” Michael Harris. Her thumbs were hitched into the beltloops of her jeans, a cold glare on her face as she stared intently and cruelly at the locker room door. Carmen seethed, the look on her face comparable to that of a lioness as she did her rounds in front of the door, back and forth, just waiting for it to open.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "I know that you’re in there, Harris! You DIRTY bastard! If you don’t open the door, I swear to GOD I’ll knock it down!"
THESECURITYGUARD[/b] -- paid muscle.[/color] "Miss Rivera, I’m telling you, Michael Harris left the arena after his match. He’s not in the room. We’ve opened the door for you and everything; you saw he wasn’t in there. Can you please vacate the arena now?"
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "HE’S HIDING!"
ღ She screamed at the top of her lungs, getting into the guard’s face for a brief moment. She reached in her pocket, looking for her pizza wheel, which had been understandably taken from her. The very mentally fragile girl’s attention is drawn away though almost in a split-second when she turns for the door, throwing it open and looking in the empty locker room. Growling, like an animal, she turned her attention back to the guard.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I know he’s doing it!"
ღ The security guard let out an aggrieved sigh, before deciding to finally play to Carmen’s mental weakness. He glanced at the North American champion, deciding the only way he was going to get her attention would be to play along.
THESECURITYGUARD[/b] -- paid muscle.[/color] "He might be hiding outside. Or even in your limo out of here. You should check there. And if you don’t find him? Well, you can always occupy your time with your match coming up against Young Mannie."
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Who?!"
THESECURITYGUARD[/b] -- paid muscle.[/color] "Young Mannie. Your opponent?"
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Allow me to repeat. Who?"
ღ She scoffed, offended. The Security Guard gave his head a shake in disbelief. Did she really not know? Or was this just Carmen’s egotistical attitude rearing its cosmetic-covered head?
THESECURITYGUARD[/b] -- paid muscle.[/color] "You beat him in the Golden Ticket Battle Royal. The same battle royal that’s responsible for you holding the North American Championship."
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Hmmph. Guess that shows what sort of impact he made, huh?"
ღ Carmen turned her attention away from the guard and towards the recently-polished plate of the championship on the leather strap. She admired her reflection with a gorgeous, pearly white smile. There was no doubt that Carmen loved what she saw. She let the title fall a bit, and like a light switch being flipped up and down, her emotions changed on a dime. There was an overwhelming sadness that crosses over her, her face wearing a mask of complete depression as she glanced to the security guard. As much of an obnoxious pain as Carmen is, she’s a master of manipulation, and the look that she’s giving is enough to break even a stone heart.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "He’s not in there?"
THESECURITYGUARD[/b] -- paid muscle.[/color] "No, Carmen. He’s not."
ღ She huffed, pouting.
THESECURITYGUARD[/b] -- paid muscle.[/color] "Would you like an escort out of here?"
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "As long as you keep your hands to yourself and remain a respectable distance."
ღ She sighed heavy-heartedly, before making her way out of the arena. The security guard gave his head a shake from side to side, following our favorite Latina out of the arena. This scene fades to black.[/size][/font]
S C E N E T W O --
[/color][/size][/center][/font]ღ Arriving in San Diego, California, was the only thing that could calm Carmen down after having one hell of a horrible week. Amongst Twitter arguments with Sally Talfourd, or as Carmen called her, “Secret Squirrel” after some inciting of a fight courtesy of Anthony Bailey then a very public and embarrassing spat between herself and Michael Harris, being home felt, well, like being home. Sure, San Diego hadn’t always been kind to Carmen, but it was where she came from. It was her roots.
ღ For everything that had gone wrong in her hometown though? Things were going well now. Carmen was easily the brightest star on Meltdown, if that were nothing but her own opinion, and the North American Champion. She’d even combined her self-proclaimed title of “Queen of Meltdown” and “North American Champion” to call herself the Queen of North America. Clad in a lacey, blue sundress with a pair of black, strappy heels on, Carmen has that tiara once again nestled in her blonde tresses. With a camera following her, she wears a cocky smile across her glossy lips.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Good morrow, squires and ... female squires? I guess that works. It is your residential reigning Queen of North America, back in my personal royal court. San Diego, California. I remember practically every single day I’ve spent here. More often than not? It was Hell. Hell happens to inspire me to bring out the real violent, vicious streak I have. "
ღ Carmen grinned, stopping at a nearby corner. She purses her lips tightly together, memories flashing back in front of her eyes rapidly. Memories of her days turning tricks before she’d gotten to the point where she didn’t have to, and somewhere in the middle of where she just liked the rush of power. She liked the way she could manipulate people. Still. She had a reputation to uphold now. Licking her teeth, she took a seat on a nearby bus stop bench.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "This is the part though where everyone’s going to assume that Carmen’s gonna ‘slip off her game’ in the excitement of being back home. Or that Carmen’s going to fail, that Young Meanie wants this too much. "
ღ The cameraman whispers something, making Carmen squint her eyes. After taking a few short seconds to comprehend just that, she flapped her wrist and snickered.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Meanie, Mannie, either way, it’s not intimidating! And either way you pronounce it, it sounds like loser to me. You see, ever since I’ve developed this new ‘attitude’, I suppose you could call it, people have been on the edge of their seats. They’ve been wondering what I’m going to do next. I’m absolutely unpredictable, and low and behold, unpredictable wins matches! Not like Mannie would know about that. He’s too busy trying to buy clean piss to pass the wellness tests in order to take me seriously. It’s that failure to take me seriously, that failure to recognize my accolades and my championships, that are going to lead him to an inevitable failure. Y’see, I’m not some sort of airhead with nothing but a pretty face to provide to society. Ask Evan Envi, I think breaking his nose proves that. There’s a method to every last bit of my madness. It’s simple enough, taken from a very famous piece of literary work."
ღ She smirked, crossing a long leg over the other. With her blonde and pink tresses pulled into a flirtatious ‘do, sans the tiara, she looks very muchso like a scholar. Carmen threw her head up in a pompous matter, careful to avoid losing her tiara that made her, in her mind, “Queen of North America.”
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Machiavelli quotes in The Prince: ‘It is far safer to be feared, than loved.’ I happen to fancy myself as the living embodiment of that quote. I bring those words to life. I’ve never put any merit on what anybody ever thought of me. I’ve always done whatever I wanted. Clearly? My way works. I’m not striving to make the Cheech and Chong-loving basement lurkers love me like YOU, Mannie. I’m striving to be the very best. Clearly, my method’s working, because while you’re clawing, scratching, and trying to get up that mountain? I’m sitting there comfortably, knowing that nobody’s going to bring me down, especially not someone like you because you…are…not…capable! You’re nothing but a generic general with a blunt in your mouth. Nothing special about you whatsoever. Whereas, everything about me oozes special. One of a kind! Pure greatness!"
ღ Her head cocks to the side, slightly, still mindful of her tiara.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Because while you can barely find a way to make your name known, I’m beating Hall of Famers. While people were wondering ‘who’s that guy in the dark match and why should I care?’ I was winning the North American Championship and striving to make it valuable. While guys like you feel LUCKY to be on Meltdown, to get any sort of exposure? I’m looking for my ‘get out of jail free’ card to stop myself from being trapped on this hellhole show for a moment longer! It’s not like I can use you as a stepping stone to get myself one step further to being away from this sinking ship of a brand and watching the ratings plummet into the ground faster than bodies fell in Aurora, but I’ll be DAMNED if you use me. Not in my hometown."
ღ She said, defiantly, as she picked herself up from the bus stop bench with a snarky grin. Walking down the sidewalk, with her hips swaying with a particular sassy sway, she passed a few of her favorite landmarks. Most were closed now, Carmen coming from a very low rent district before having traded up. It was astonishing to see how things have changed in her time away from San Diego.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "This isn’t a match. It isn’t a fight. It isn’t even so much as a challenge to me. This match is nothing but a joke! It’s your attempt at getting famous on my name, Mannie, and it’s a futile attempt at that. Look at everyone who’s stepped up to the plate. Steve Stryker? Champion. Beat him. Michael Lively? Hall of Famer. Beat him EVERY time he steps across a ring from me. Evan Envi? Well, you were there personally to fall at my hands and saw how that turned out later in the evening. Point is, EVERYONE I’ve mentioned is more talented than you, and I made beating them look like child’s play. And that was WITH two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight riding on my coattails in the form of Michael Harris. I’m a free woman now, free as a bird and light as a feather, without a care in the world about who’s poor widdle ‘feel-wings’ get hurt by bad ol’ Carmen’s mean ol’ words. I have NO INHIBITIONS. I have NO MORALS. I have NO CONSCIENCE. What makes you think you’ll even be leaving that ring with the capability of eating solid foods, much less with a win over me? You must be tokin’! Then again, so is everyone else around here. Like Jason Kash -- oh wait! Beat him too! I made that arrogant son of a bitch look more ridiculous than that toothless grin of his does; but no worries. Sally’s got more than enough teeth to share with him."
ღ A coy grin rested on her face as she planted her hands on her hips, coming to a stopping point outside of a run down, graffiti-covered five floor walkup. No elevator, just concrete stairs, and even they looked to be a little crumbly on the edges. Pale paint covered the outside, the grass high and tinted yellow. It’s not a place we would expect for a “Queen of North America” to be.
CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "The moral of this story is, where everyone else tries so hard to be a repackaged version of the same thing, I shine as a star for being different. You can cook spam a million different ways, but it still tastes like shit. There is NOBODY like me, and there’s nobody more accomplished than me on the Meltdown brand. And while you can bet that I’ll be turning your name into the wellness policy board, I’ll be doing that AFTER the match. I want to have my fun with you. I want to show everyone that you’re not even a flash in the pan, you’re a half-second spark of a match. You were over before you began and if you think you have even a small little ember of a flame? Allow me to be the extinguisher. Meltdown is going to be the start of Queen Carmen’s court, and Mannie? You’re the first beheading."
ღ Carmen dragged a manicured finger across her throat from one side to the other, before grinning deviously. She turned and entered the building. Unbeknownst to her, the camera followed as she jogged up a few flights of stairs, despite her less than trustworthy choice of footwear. Finding the door she was looking for, she knocked on it a few times. Chirping out “mom?” the door was opened a crack; just enough for Carmen to push through. This scene fades to black.[/size][/font]
tagged: young mannie.
word count: 2401.
lyrics: "bad girl" - britney spears.
pictures: myself.
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notes: i had very minimal inspiration for this one. guess i shouldn't have waited til the last minute. alas ... it's bedtime. work is killing me with an intense schedule. goodnight.