Post by "That Girl" Diana Lambardo on Mar 12, 2008 21:38:01 GMT -4
The scene opens up in a Hartford gym. The camera first shows Diana Steel doing chin assists, but then pans out to show Sergeant Kenny Lambardo standing next to her, noting her work.
“You’ve gotten better, it looks like.” He said.
Diana spoke back through concentrated breathing. “Yeah, the last time I was in Belle Vue they figured it wasn’t any real danger to let me use the gym. It was me and two guys allowed in that crappy excuse for an exercise room. The two of them usually just sat on the floor and tied the jump ropes into different kinds of knots.”
“Takes me back,” he joked, sort of. “Now, how about those legs? Those things always had a lot of power.” He winked, but not at Diana, at the camera. “Let me see you do some curls.”
Diana moved to the machine over, adjusted the weight and gripped the side bars before starting her reps. A few minutes later we hear the door open and slowly shut. As the camera swings over we see our boy Phil, microphone in hand entering the room. Diana’s face lit up like Christmas morning.
“PHIL?!?!?!” she jumped up from her seat and practically pounced on him.
“Wow…I…hello Diana.” Phil smiled and blushed a little. Lord knows he doesn’t get treated like that often.
Diana pinched his cheeks and smiled. “You! I really never thought I’d see this face again except on the idiot box!” Diana shot a stern look into the camera and then back at Phil. Then Kenny cleared his throat.
“Go sit that sweet ass down on the bench and show me what you can press.”
“You mean besides your buttons?” They shot each other a look but then Diana shrugged and did as he said. The camera caught a glimpse of Kenny chuckling to himself. “So Phil,” she said, lifting and lowering the barbell. “What brings you here?”
“Well Diana quite honestly I, as well as many of our viewers out there are very glad to see you back in the wrestling business, reunited with the people you’ve worked some of your best with. How does it feel to be back?”
“Honestly, I’ll let you know the full answer to that once I get back in that ring and hear that bell Phil. But who am I kidding? It feels fucking great! After all this shit I’ve been through since the WWC…I’m itching for the adrenaline. The endorphins. Phil, I’ve been waiting, and I’ve been working and I’m not wasting any time before I fight for gold.”
“Whoa kiddo,” Kenny interjected. “jeez don’t forget to do sets Diana, sets. Send your arms some oxygen. You know that.”
“Sorry Kenny, got excited.” She set the barbell down on the grips behind her head, took a few deep breaths and started again.
“Apparently so, Diana.” Phil started up again. “After this week you may already be up for a title shot at Rasslemania! Any words on your first opponents?”
“Oh I’ve got plenty, but honestly Phil I’m about to get in the ring for all that jazz. But let’s do this again soon ok?”
He nodded and left the room. Kenny then looked down at his wrist watch. “Shit, speaking of which get ready. You’re on soon. Make me proud and go make a champion of yourself.”
She smirked out of one side of her mouth. “As you wish.” Then she hopped up and as she ran past Kenny he encouragingly slapped her on the ass. Don’t worry though; she slapped him just a bit harder back before running into the dressing room to change.
***The viewers of APW are brought to a brief commercial message***
The crowd hushed to a silence as these solemn words echoed through the arena in a deep voice:
And shepherds we shall be,
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Then we hear the opening drum beat from “Shipping up to Boston” by the Dropkick Murphys pounded through the speakers of the dark arena as a light illuminated the smirking face of Diana Steel at the end of the ramp. She strutted down toward the ring, trying not to let her adrenaline take over completely. As Al Barr started yelling the lyrics Diana reached the ring, impressing the crowd by doing a sort of back flip into it. She basked in the familiar feeling in the room for a moment before grabbing the mic and getting started.
“Well well well, Hartford, CT.” She laughed, cynically. “I always thought you guys were a bunch of weird ass mother fuckers. Well, are ya?” The crowd cheered uproariously. “So I’m back in the game and I’m here to prove that not only do I still ‘got it’ but I’m better than ever! I’ve been working hard while I’ve been away and it’s all been for you!” The crowd cheers once again as a thank you. “Well, and so that I can win some fucking titles and kick some ass! Now I’ve got a bit of a challenge before I can head to Rasslemania, I have to make my debut in the ring by beating not one but two other “newbies” to APW. But let’s look at this rationally. I’ve got to fight against two “wrestlers” with low IQ’s on top of their terrible haircuts. Marketable, that’s what Justin Job calls himself. Do you even know what that means Jay-JayJ? From the sounds of it you sure don’t! I’ve seen you around, slugging around on your couch with your little blow Job Gilbert eating Cheato’s! I know you’re new and everything but this is a wrestling federation and so far all you’ve done is veg out, mumble through bits of drool and then ramble on and on about me. Right right, we get it, I’m a slut and Sex and Violence has no talent. It doesn’t take 20 minutes to say that. Now let’s see what you really had to say sugar tits. First of all, the Blackwell name is one of the most feared names in wrestling history so watch your mouth unless you want to have the word ‘agony’ spelled out in your blood. You say you feel like I want to suck off my faction members for a dollar? I think that you’re thinking of Kristina little boy. I spend my time training, and winning titles.”
Diana shook her head and laughed. “Then our boy Jay-Jay says something about not being welcome around our locker room? Go back to fucking high school, where you can make a stand by being an original and not ‘going with the crowd’. And hey, maybe you’ll graduate this time! I will pull through on Monday Jay-Jay, because I have the experience, the motivation AND the talent to pull the win over BOTH of you clowns. You walked in off the street and decided to choose this profession on a whim. Normally I trust my man Hurricane Jeff’s decision without a doubt but damn I don’t get how you even got hired! Can I quote you for a moment in calling me the “retarded slutty little sister”? Again, you must be thinking about Kristina. Pay attention, and get your facts straight.”
Diana hid her head in her hands for a moment, mostly out of frustration. “Your stupidity amazes me. Now, you don’t have to exactly be a brain surgeon to be a pro wrestler, but a little common sense would help. Here’s another place you were wrong. Not only do we have the number one contender in Sex and Violence, we also have the Xtreme champion. We’re a group filled with some of the most talented people in the business and we’re quickly becoming the most powerful around. Don’t think that half-witted jokes are going to work for you in the ring against sheer talent and the work that deserves this title shot. Then, let’s not forget this unfit, unkempt, untalented undertaker wannabe spitting his unoriginal half assed comments in an incoherent promo. Get it together before you try and pull of something like a title shot. You two JOBBERS will be left behind in the position you were meant for…being fucking jobbers!”
Diana pointed out to the audience in reassurance. “Don’t worry guys, I want more than anything to make the biggest impression I can in my return. For you, for Sergeant Kenny, for Hurricane Jeff, for my daughter and for me. I’m back and I want everyone to fucking know it. Now if you don’t excuse me, I have a match to get fucking ready for while my opponents eat Twinkies and try to think of their most morbid feelings. Lame ass mother fuckers! I will see you on Monday…and you better be ready. I know I will be. Jordan Stevens and Jay Jay, you two have just been….Fir—Oh whatever it’s too easy.”
Diana dropped the mic and threw her hands up in the air, exciting the crowd into another roar as she hopped out of the ring and exited the noisy arena, grinning as we fade to another commercial break.
