Post by Arcadia on May 4, 2008 15:49:53 GMT -4
The scene opens in the decrepit COK church. Katrina "Arcadia the Divine" Olivetti is in the basement. The cobwebb-y, stone walls were damp with the festering mildew of years of neglect. She is looking at the walls, which are lined with weapons. Bashing weapons, slicing weapons, guns, knives, clubs, shivs, canes, lashes, baseball bats. You name it, it's there. Katrina has a duffel half full next to her on the floor. Sticking out of the top are various toys, including an NYPD tire tack strip, and a pair of Kendo sticks. She is contemplating the walls, as if shopping for the perfect pair of earrings to go with her new cocktail dress.
"Parking Lot Brawl," She says, "Why do you two think that will help you now? The only two things that change in this hardcore match are the absence of the rules and hardness of the floor when you hit it."
Katrina swings her braid over her shoulder and looks at the weapons lining the opposite walls.
"Do you believe you tired acts will suddenly work for you because now it's my...perdoname...YOUR turf?" Katrina laughs under her breath. "How stupid of you."
"Maybe you are counting on the ENTIRE person's weight difference between the teams. Well, you might have whipped me around the ring for a while last match, but that still didn't stop me from pinning you, DID IT??"
Katrina pulls a sai off the wall and twirls it for a moment, but discards it with a shudder, muttering under her breath, "Crazy luchadora-wannabe, white trash, bitch."
"Vin and I have been training, which I'm sure you all know by now. That's why we will win. Because no matter who we fight, we treat the match as if we are going up against the World Heavyweight Champion himself. And you two are DEFINITELY NOT the world heavyweight champions."
"The fun part of a hardcore match is that it doesn't matter about the weight difference. It only matters how much sharper my blade is than yours. How much farther you have to fall before you hit the pavement. How much more time I have to live than you. How much less mercy Vin and I show to you. THAT is what matters. And THAT is the lesson you are about to learn. And THAT is the lesson you will never forget."
Katrina pulls a prybar off the wall, gives it a few practice swings and throws it in the bag, smirking. She walks quickly to the hallway in the basement, and mutters something in rapid spanish, handing the duffel off to someone off camera. As she turns away, we see the partial uniform of the APW janitor's union on the person now possessing the duffel of weapons, before they run off.
"Take your defeat. And take it like men. Ask someone if you don't know how." Katrina flings her braid over her shoulder and saunters out of the room. The camera fades to black.
"Parking Lot Brawl," She says, "Why do you two think that will help you now? The only two things that change in this hardcore match are the absence of the rules and hardness of the floor when you hit it."
Katrina swings her braid over her shoulder and looks at the weapons lining the opposite walls.
"Do you believe you tired acts will suddenly work for you because now it's my...perdoname...YOUR turf?" Katrina laughs under her breath. "How stupid of you."
"Maybe you are counting on the ENTIRE person's weight difference between the teams. Well, you might have whipped me around the ring for a while last match, but that still didn't stop me from pinning you, DID IT??"
Katrina pulls a sai off the wall and twirls it for a moment, but discards it with a shudder, muttering under her breath, "Crazy luchadora-wannabe, white trash, bitch."
"Vin and I have been training, which I'm sure you all know by now. That's why we will win. Because no matter who we fight, we treat the match as if we are going up against the World Heavyweight Champion himself. And you two are DEFINITELY NOT the world heavyweight champions."
"The fun part of a hardcore match is that it doesn't matter about the weight difference. It only matters how much sharper my blade is than yours. How much farther you have to fall before you hit the pavement. How much more time I have to live than you. How much less mercy Vin and I show to you. THAT is what matters. And THAT is the lesson you are about to learn. And THAT is the lesson you will never forget."
Katrina pulls a prybar off the wall, gives it a few practice swings and throws it in the bag, smirking. She walks quickly to the hallway in the basement, and mutters something in rapid spanish, handing the duffel off to someone off camera. As she turns away, we see the partial uniform of the APW janitor's union on the person now possessing the duffel of weapons, before they run off.
"Take your defeat. And take it like men. Ask someone if you don't know how." Katrina flings her braid over her shoulder and saunters out of the room. The camera fades to black.
