Post by Arcadia on May 18, 2008 16:26:47 GMT -4
Katrina "Arcadia the Divine" Olivetti
Frequently closed captioned by the SAP
The scene opens inside of a hotel room. The walls are papered with cream pinstriping interspersed with small rows of textured dusty pink rosebuds. The thick, burgundy carpet is a bit worn from years of guests pacing the small area from the bed to the dresser to the bathroom. The lush bedspread looks inviting, it's quilted cream comforter turned down on the left hand side and a small chocolate mint perched prettily on the plump, goosedown pillow.
Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti is sitting on the edge of the mattress, focused on the television in front of her. She is playing GTA San Andreas on her Playstation 3. As the camera zooms in, the fans can see that she isn't actually on any particular mission. She is racking up warrants. Katrina taps the buttons on the controller rapidly, switching from Tec-9's to the rocket launcher, to the giant, purple, double-ended dildo as she kills the CGI'd police officers and SWAT team, blows up helicopters, and beats random prostitutes walking by until they are laying bloody in the streets. She doesn't bother picking up the glowing money or the weapons the police drop. Kat simply keeps CJ hopping onto his NCR-1000 and driving in and out of the Pay 'N' Spray located next door to the mayhem she has induced in the neighborhood. Every time she drives the bike out of the shop with no warrants, she starts her destruction all over again.
"You think you are better because you have been here longer." Arcadia mumbles under her breath. "You think because you have the Blackwell Wall in front of you, you are Untouchable. You would do anything to keep that Wall, wouldn't you? Including jumping from one cock to the other. As long as ONE of the brothers is fucking you, you are protected. IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK??" Katrina Olivetti blows up a helicopter on the game with menacing concentration and saves her progress (No real gamer would forget that, even in the heat of passion).
She turns to the camera and spits out, "You are wrong, puta!"The Hardcor-a Luchadora swings her platinum braid back into place over her shoulder and stands up to stretch her muscles. She raises her arms above her head and bends her body backwards, letting her head drop back and cracking her neck loudly.
When she sits back down on her bed and crosses her legs at the knee, it is with calm and relaxed presicion but her eyes give away her state of mind. The emerald green irises seem brighter than ever as the fires of rage flare up behind them. "Fyreangel. What an appropriate name for you. For your past. For your Sins."
Arcadia turns her head to the window and smirks. She looks back at the camera and speaks, "You know, I have seen your promos. I have seen your matches. I have watched you call yourself sinfully dangerous, and then play with your little sais." Kat gives a sardonic chuckle at her last words as slowly her grin melts away into nonexistence.
"You use your dark stairwell and your shiny weapons as intimidation for your opponent." Player 1 leans in to the camera and continues, "Well, let me tell you a thing or two about something that adds up to three. First of all. Your act is tired. Why not come out into the sun? The daylight? Maybe a window? Perhaps you might want to turn on a light? If that is too much for you, Change it up by, I don't know, standing, walking around a bit, tilting your head to the other side ever third sentence. You really need to do something. For Kaos sake, your ass is wearing a groove in the stairwell! Someone could trip and get hurt if you don't move it soon! Your lucky it hasn't happened already!"
The Only Player in the Game stands up and walks to the television to turn it off, the camera following her path closely. "Secondly, you aren't intimidating any of us, well i can't really speak for those of lesser intelligence, but certainly not me, with your careless bandying about of your sais and your stupid light tricks. Hey! Maybe i'll be scarier if i put sequins on my mask so the lights glint off of them! Why haven't I thought of that before?" Arcadia the Divine asks the camera, stroking the leather cheek of her luchadora X mask, "Oh. Right. Because it's RIDICULOUS!" She drops the words out of her mouth, her lips upturned as if they tasted bitter to her.
"And one more thing. What is up with your puppetmaster? Always pulling the strings, always standing in the shadows, nodding and shaking his head at your words and actions. Why not just change your name from Fyreangel to Trevor's bitch? You keep acting like his puppy as it is. Do you need a man's approval for everything? What ever happened to feminism? Or maybe you shouldn't change your name to Trevor's bitch. Who knows how long the Trevor part will be true? At least no one can say you were in it for the titles. You only wanted Tony before he won his, and Trevor after he lost it."Katrina shakes her head in confusion and says, "It's obvious you don't know what you're doing anywhere but in the ring and only there because of him as well. You keep taking your cues from the Blackwell. Grow up, and cut the umbilical cord. It's beyond time."
The Hardcor-a Luchadora contemplates her nails and opens her mouth. Her voice is quiet, calm, and collected as she converses with the lens, "Oh and Fyreangel. I believe I owe you something. I haven't forgotten the lovely parting gift you gave me at last week's Overdrive." Kat lifts her eyes to the camera and behind her lucha mask they contain a odd brightness to them that makes the green look almost as if it is dancing. "I will see you at Mayhem. And when I do, you can Kiss yourself goodbye. Because it's Game Over for you. You are out of lives, Fyreangel. And you don't have any more tokens."
The camera fades to black
Frequently closed captioned by the SAP
The scene opens inside of a hotel room. The walls are papered with cream pinstriping interspersed with small rows of textured dusty pink rosebuds. The thick, burgundy carpet is a bit worn from years of guests pacing the small area from the bed to the dresser to the bathroom. The lush bedspread looks inviting, it's quilted cream comforter turned down on the left hand side and a small chocolate mint perched prettily on the plump, goosedown pillow.
Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti is sitting on the edge of the mattress, focused on the television in front of her. She is playing GTA San Andreas on her Playstation 3. As the camera zooms in, the fans can see that she isn't actually on any particular mission. She is racking up warrants. Katrina taps the buttons on the controller rapidly, switching from Tec-9's to the rocket launcher, to the giant, purple, double-ended dildo as she kills the CGI'd police officers and SWAT team, blows up helicopters, and beats random prostitutes walking by until they are laying bloody in the streets. She doesn't bother picking up the glowing money or the weapons the police drop. Kat simply keeps CJ hopping onto his NCR-1000 and driving in and out of the Pay 'N' Spray located next door to the mayhem she has induced in the neighborhood. Every time she drives the bike out of the shop with no warrants, she starts her destruction all over again.
"You think you are better because you have been here longer." Arcadia mumbles under her breath. "You think because you have the Blackwell Wall in front of you, you are Untouchable. You would do anything to keep that Wall, wouldn't you? Including jumping from one cock to the other. As long as ONE of the brothers is fucking you, you are protected. IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK??" Katrina Olivetti blows up a helicopter on the game with menacing concentration and saves her progress (No real gamer would forget that, even in the heat of passion).
She turns to the camera and spits out, "You are wrong, puta!"The Hardcor-a Luchadora swings her platinum braid back into place over her shoulder and stands up to stretch her muscles. She raises her arms above her head and bends her body backwards, letting her head drop back and cracking her neck loudly.
When she sits back down on her bed and crosses her legs at the knee, it is with calm and relaxed presicion but her eyes give away her state of mind. The emerald green irises seem brighter than ever as the fires of rage flare up behind them. "Fyreangel. What an appropriate name for you. For your past. For your Sins."
Arcadia turns her head to the window and smirks. She looks back at the camera and speaks, "You know, I have seen your promos. I have seen your matches. I have watched you call yourself sinfully dangerous, and then play with your little sais." Kat gives a sardonic chuckle at her last words as slowly her grin melts away into nonexistence.
"You use your dark stairwell and your shiny weapons as intimidation for your opponent." Player 1 leans in to the camera and continues, "Well, let me tell you a thing or two about something that adds up to three. First of all. Your act is tired. Why not come out into the sun? The daylight? Maybe a window? Perhaps you might want to turn on a light? If that is too much for you, Change it up by, I don't know, standing, walking around a bit, tilting your head to the other side ever third sentence. You really need to do something. For Kaos sake, your ass is wearing a groove in the stairwell! Someone could trip and get hurt if you don't move it soon! Your lucky it hasn't happened already!"
The Only Player in the Game stands up and walks to the television to turn it off, the camera following her path closely. "Secondly, you aren't intimidating any of us, well i can't really speak for those of lesser intelligence, but certainly not me, with your careless bandying about of your sais and your stupid light tricks. Hey! Maybe i'll be scarier if i put sequins on my mask so the lights glint off of them! Why haven't I thought of that before?" Arcadia the Divine asks the camera, stroking the leather cheek of her luchadora X mask, "Oh. Right. Because it's RIDICULOUS!" She drops the words out of her mouth, her lips upturned as if they tasted bitter to her.
"And one more thing. What is up with your puppetmaster? Always pulling the strings, always standing in the shadows, nodding and shaking his head at your words and actions. Why not just change your name from Fyreangel to Trevor's bitch? You keep acting like his puppy as it is. Do you need a man's approval for everything? What ever happened to feminism? Or maybe you shouldn't change your name to Trevor's bitch. Who knows how long the Trevor part will be true? At least no one can say you were in it for the titles. You only wanted Tony before he won his, and Trevor after he lost it."Katrina shakes her head in confusion and says, "It's obvious you don't know what you're doing anywhere but in the ring and only there because of him as well. You keep taking your cues from the Blackwell. Grow up, and cut the umbilical cord. It's beyond time."
The Hardcor-a Luchadora contemplates her nails and opens her mouth. Her voice is quiet, calm, and collected as she converses with the lens, "Oh and Fyreangel. I believe I owe you something. I haven't forgotten the lovely parting gift you gave me at last week's Overdrive." Kat lifts her eyes to the camera and behind her lucha mask they contain a odd brightness to them that makes the green look almost as if it is dancing. "I will see you at Mayhem. And when I do, you can Kiss yourself goodbye. Because it's Game Over for you. You are out of lives, Fyreangel. And you don't have any more tokens."
The camera fades to black
