Post by Dita Morgan on Jun 11, 2012 14:26:05 GMT -4
OOC: Really sorry on the delay with this, and its a bit rushed - week from hell.
The scene opens up in one of the locker rooms; the only light comes from a mirror framed with light bulbs the light falls on a person sitting in a chair in front of it, as the camera pans up and we see a figure dressed head to toe in black, Black jeans, vest top and skyscraper heels and when we see the dark hair we can see its Dita Morgan.
She sweeps her sunglasses off her face and rubs at her eyes and looks tired. She looks at her reflection and sighs. She looks dejected and while she may have only just have arrived she looks ready to leave.
Dita Morgan: I've been looking in the mirror for so long, that I've come to believe my soul's on the other side. All the little pieces falling, shatter... Shards of me too sharp to put back together.. Too small to matter....
As if realising someone else might be there, Dita shakes her head as if clearing cobwebs away. She looks at her reflection then picks up a white envelope and opens it. For the hundredth time she reads the card in front of her:
Carmen Rivera, Kyle Goodburn & Evan Envi vs. Mystery Opponent, Shadow & "The Wild Child" Dita Morgan
She lets out another sigh and rests her head in her hands, more recently she’s felt the losses.
Dita Morgen: Is there a point in getting in the ring tonight? All I seem to hear is But I can just hear the response from all of you now… “Yes Dita that was then what about now? Prove this! Prove that” I’m getting to the stage where maybe I should have stayed retired, each week I step in the ring and each week I fail again.
She looks at her reflection, lets out a jagged sigh and shuts her eyes.
Dita Morgan: Everybody's broken, in this life, its ok, to feel a little broken… Those lies and cracks start to form. When you wonder why you’re breathing, know you’re not alone, it’s so hard to believe, It’s easier to doubt, You're trying to hold in, But your dying to scream out.
Dita’s eyes snap open.
Dita Morgan: So what can you expect from me at Meltdown? I’ll do my thing as per normal… I’ll go out there, give it my all yet still hear those remarks, Still hear I’m not good enough, still come back here and be alone, slip further and further away from what I was and what I love. I’m loosing that spark in the ring, I can feel it.
She leans back in the chair.
Dita Morgan: I can feel the lack of care and respect from my opponents this week. Like I’m not even relevant in this match. I could just sit in the back and there would be no change on the outcome, because I really don’t matter. Because nothing I do is good enough. I’m starting to feel it myself now, to believe it. And what does it matter? I clearly don’t. And I’ll be letting Shadow down. But its not like that hasn’t happened before. I’m sure we’d make an amazing soap opera.
Dita looks down at the card with the match details on and picks it up and rips it in two and drops it down on the table. She gets up out of the chair and picks up a fluffy black coat and hand bag; she checks her reflection one last time and then leaves the room.
The scene opens up in one of the locker rooms; the only light comes from a mirror framed with light bulbs the light falls on a person sitting in a chair in front of it, as the camera pans up and we see a figure dressed head to toe in black, Black jeans, vest top and skyscraper heels and when we see the dark hair we can see its Dita Morgan.
She sweeps her sunglasses off her face and rubs at her eyes and looks tired. She looks at her reflection and sighs. She looks dejected and while she may have only just have arrived she looks ready to leave.
Dita Morgan: I've been looking in the mirror for so long, that I've come to believe my soul's on the other side. All the little pieces falling, shatter... Shards of me too sharp to put back together.. Too small to matter....
As if realising someone else might be there, Dita shakes her head as if clearing cobwebs away. She looks at her reflection then picks up a white envelope and opens it. For the hundredth time she reads the card in front of her:
Carmen Rivera, Kyle Goodburn & Evan Envi vs. Mystery Opponent, Shadow & "The Wild Child" Dita Morgan
She lets out another sigh and rests her head in her hands, more recently she’s felt the losses.
Dita Morgen: Is there a point in getting in the ring tonight? All I seem to hear is But I can just hear the response from all of you now… “Yes Dita that was then what about now? Prove this! Prove that” I’m getting to the stage where maybe I should have stayed retired, each week I step in the ring and each week I fail again.
She looks at her reflection, lets out a jagged sigh and shuts her eyes.
Dita Morgan: Everybody's broken, in this life, its ok, to feel a little broken… Those lies and cracks start to form. When you wonder why you’re breathing, know you’re not alone, it’s so hard to believe, It’s easier to doubt, You're trying to hold in, But your dying to scream out.
Dita’s eyes snap open.
Dita Morgan: So what can you expect from me at Meltdown? I’ll do my thing as per normal… I’ll go out there, give it my all yet still hear those remarks, Still hear I’m not good enough, still come back here and be alone, slip further and further away from what I was and what I love. I’m loosing that spark in the ring, I can feel it.
She leans back in the chair.
Dita Morgan: I can feel the lack of care and respect from my opponents this week. Like I’m not even relevant in this match. I could just sit in the back and there would be no change on the outcome, because I really don’t matter. Because nothing I do is good enough. I’m starting to feel it myself now, to believe it. And what does it matter? I clearly don’t. And I’ll be letting Shadow down. But its not like that hasn’t happened before. I’m sure we’d make an amazing soap opera.
Dita looks down at the card with the match details on and picks it up and rips it in two and drops it down on the table. She gets up out of the chair and picks up a fluffy black coat and hand bag; she checks her reflection one last time and then leaves the room.
