Post by delilah on Nov 10, 2010 17:43:24 GMT -4
The scene cuts in to the sight of a hotel room. That it is early evening is clear by the red/gold streaks that touch the sky we are able to see out of the window.
That is, for those who are actually looking out of the window, for the sight of someone decked out as a little Indian with her midriff showing and the skirt entirely too short leaning against the windowsill might, for some, be a touch distracting. The woman has an amused look upon her lips, if one could call a dirty smile such, she runs her hands through her hair before bouncing suddenly from the windowsill, all hyper energy, “Ok, so like, I came to this federation and they, like, want me to dress up and roll around with three other women…Woot!” It is as one must now know that we are taking our first look at Delilah that her face begins to subtly change, the amusement is replaced by a scowl, the eyes, that had been wide, narrow and harden just a touch. The scowl is short lived, Delilah twirls and once more there is a trace of amusement. When she speaks once more, her tone has dropped to a regular pitch, “Ok, so for those of you who have been avoiding women’s wrestling and lesbian pornography, I am Delilah, some call me the Libertine, others, well I have been known to be a sweet nightmare to certain managers.
“But I am not here to talk about other federations, though relevant in one manner, I am here to talk about IWC.” Delilah flicks the hem of her skirt, “And you know what? I am just a touch disappointed. I mean this is a hardcore federation, this is a blood, guts and gore federation, and I am handed this outfit and told hey, go wear this, have fun! It's your thing, right?” Delilah rolls her eyes then perks up once again, taking a skip towards the camera with a ridiculous amount of sway to her hips, “So, like, I’m meant to catfight these girls and roll around and maybe collect the referee and roll all over him much to the amusement of the fans!” Delilah takes another skip as her little spiel ends with an excited squeak.
Delilah pauses and takes a breath. She then moves back to that windowsill, leaning against it once more as, for a moment, she looks out at the sunset. Delilah tosses her hair, “You know, it’s not even the outfit that is the pisstake. I mean I wear fetish costumes to the ring, it was something I kept from my other well known profession when I came out of it so that would be all kinds of hypocritical, but you want to know what’s insulting about this whole deal? No, not the costume, never the costume, but the message that comes with it, hey meat, go do your little eyecandy thing. Are. You. Kidding. Me?” Delilah turns towards the camera and spits, the one show of her distaste given her face is now carefully neutral, “You know, I’ve been eyecandy. I’ve been the jump in pudding naked type, I have been beaten up, electrocuted, scarred, burned and that was in the pornography business. I have been fucked in every way you could imagine and a few you really don’t want to. I know eyecandy, it has its place in my past and in my heart, but I did not come here to do that…and it shows something right here, the person booking this mierda? He doesn’t do his research.”
Delilah looks back towards the camera, “I work for another company, Femme Fatale Wrestling, an affiliate of APW it so happens. This is a federation made up completely of women, as might be indicated in the title. As also is indicated, we don’t dress down, we bloody each other up. We are wrestlers, it is our job. Half of the women on that roster, they could tear the bulk of the men on this roster a new one without breaking a sweat, and you have two from that place of beauty and deadly brawn, Delilah and Isabella Pazzini. Now Isabella and I, there ain’t a whole lot of liking between us, she wiped me out with a chair before a Wargames match, she cracked a shotglass over my head not long after, but I will tip my hat to her, she is a warrior! She is Isabella mothercanucking Pazzini, she has fought not just hardcore matches, no, screw that, she has fought death matches. I travelled across two States to watch them before I ever got into the business. And then you have Delilah, Libertine, Hardcore, Masochist! You have two of the most durable, violent women in this business…and you throw them out to flash their tits and ass. And that’s just Isabella and myself, don’t know all too much about Amber, but wasn’t Arcadia, my partner, an APW Champion? We are wrestlers, this is wrestling, this is supposed to be Hardcore and screw me if you think that by the time this is over, there is no blood. Fuck me sideways, Herbie, if by the end of this thing someone isn’t holding their hands to their head trying to keep their lifejuices in their body, their face a crimson mask. Yes, we have these costumes, you are, in fact, going to see me in a whole range of fetish wear that will likely have our male, and some female, viewers doing naughty things in their pants, but I will tell you something right now, I came to a Hardcore federation for Hardcore blood and brawls, not for softcore pornography.”
That dirty little smile creeps onto Delilah’s lips, “So I am going to put my cards on the table and I am going to tell my partner and my opponents exactly how I am going to do things in IWC. I am going to come out swinging, I am going to be coming out expecting to push people to their pain threshold. I am damn well hoping that there are people here that are going to do the same to me, because hello, as I said, Masochist, pain makes me all warm, wet and fuzzy. I am going to come into this match and if, if we decide we are going to wear these skimpy little outfits, which quite honestly I am going to keep for later use, I think, someone is going to be torn to shreds. Now I know that my partner, Arcadia, is going to be with me on this. I know that Arcadia is a proud wrestler, a proud warrior. She is the Hardcora Luchadora. Do I think that she will have my back in this match? If she believes in handling things mutually, she will, I have your back, Arcadia, I do not play games with people teaming with me.”
Delilah stands, steely flint creeping into her eyes, “I don’t know much about Amber, but I know that she is a seriously good wrestler, I do not take opponents lightly and I am going to make no exception this time. Amber might not have altogether much inring experience, or she might well have some that I haven’t come across, but I know one thing, that doesn’t mean a thing, especially not of the so called experienced hand in the whole deal relies upon that, so Amber, come the match, I want you to know, I am going to have blood, whether it takes swinging a light tube or busting someone open with my bare fist. I am not going to go into this just to be a cute little body for the crowd, I do not catfight and I do not expect such from my opponents, try that shit and I will kill you.. This is not me assuming that I am that much better, this is me telling you that this is a match that you had better come ready to perform in.”
Delilah smiles, without mirth, “And then there is dear Isabella Pazzini. Oh, so you’ve followed me to this little shindig, Bella, good to see you, because that means this place is going to be fun, when we get rolling, when we paint the town red with each others’ blood. Hey, might be we get a headstart on that in this little gig, might not, either way you know that our judgement day is coming. So you and me, darling Bella, well I know you, I know that you are going to start as you mean to go on and that is going to be not so good for someone in that ring. Fun! So let us roll the dice, Isabella, and let us see where those bones land, let us show the management, if such it can be called, and these fans just how we shed blood, guts and gore in LA.” Delilah winks to the camera, slaps her thigh and on that we fade to black.
That is, for those who are actually looking out of the window, for the sight of someone decked out as a little Indian with her midriff showing and the skirt entirely too short leaning against the windowsill might, for some, be a touch distracting. The woman has an amused look upon her lips, if one could call a dirty smile such, she runs her hands through her hair before bouncing suddenly from the windowsill, all hyper energy, “Ok, so like, I came to this federation and they, like, want me to dress up and roll around with three other women…Woot!” It is as one must now know that we are taking our first look at Delilah that her face begins to subtly change, the amusement is replaced by a scowl, the eyes, that had been wide, narrow and harden just a touch. The scowl is short lived, Delilah twirls and once more there is a trace of amusement. When she speaks once more, her tone has dropped to a regular pitch, “Ok, so for those of you who have been avoiding women’s wrestling and lesbian pornography, I am Delilah, some call me the Libertine, others, well I have been known to be a sweet nightmare to certain managers.
“But I am not here to talk about other federations, though relevant in one manner, I am here to talk about IWC.” Delilah flicks the hem of her skirt, “And you know what? I am just a touch disappointed. I mean this is a hardcore federation, this is a blood, guts and gore federation, and I am handed this outfit and told hey, go wear this, have fun! It's your thing, right?” Delilah rolls her eyes then perks up once again, taking a skip towards the camera with a ridiculous amount of sway to her hips, “So, like, I’m meant to catfight these girls and roll around and maybe collect the referee and roll all over him much to the amusement of the fans!” Delilah takes another skip as her little spiel ends with an excited squeak.
Delilah pauses and takes a breath. She then moves back to that windowsill, leaning against it once more as, for a moment, she looks out at the sunset. Delilah tosses her hair, “You know, it’s not even the outfit that is the pisstake. I mean I wear fetish costumes to the ring, it was something I kept from my other well known profession when I came out of it so that would be all kinds of hypocritical, but you want to know what’s insulting about this whole deal? No, not the costume, never the costume, but the message that comes with it, hey meat, go do your little eyecandy thing. Are. You. Kidding. Me?” Delilah turns towards the camera and spits, the one show of her distaste given her face is now carefully neutral, “You know, I’ve been eyecandy. I’ve been the jump in pudding naked type, I have been beaten up, electrocuted, scarred, burned and that was in the pornography business. I have been fucked in every way you could imagine and a few you really don’t want to. I know eyecandy, it has its place in my past and in my heart, but I did not come here to do that…and it shows something right here, the person booking this mierda? He doesn’t do his research.”
Delilah looks back towards the camera, “I work for another company, Femme Fatale Wrestling, an affiliate of APW it so happens. This is a federation made up completely of women, as might be indicated in the title. As also is indicated, we don’t dress down, we bloody each other up. We are wrestlers, it is our job. Half of the women on that roster, they could tear the bulk of the men on this roster a new one without breaking a sweat, and you have two from that place of beauty and deadly brawn, Delilah and Isabella Pazzini. Now Isabella and I, there ain’t a whole lot of liking between us, she wiped me out with a chair before a Wargames match, she cracked a shotglass over my head not long after, but I will tip my hat to her, she is a warrior! She is Isabella mothercanucking Pazzini, she has fought not just hardcore matches, no, screw that, she has fought death matches. I travelled across two States to watch them before I ever got into the business. And then you have Delilah, Libertine, Hardcore, Masochist! You have two of the most durable, violent women in this business…and you throw them out to flash their tits and ass. And that’s just Isabella and myself, don’t know all too much about Amber, but wasn’t Arcadia, my partner, an APW Champion? We are wrestlers, this is wrestling, this is supposed to be Hardcore and screw me if you think that by the time this is over, there is no blood. Fuck me sideways, Herbie, if by the end of this thing someone isn’t holding their hands to their head trying to keep their lifejuices in their body, their face a crimson mask. Yes, we have these costumes, you are, in fact, going to see me in a whole range of fetish wear that will likely have our male, and some female, viewers doing naughty things in their pants, but I will tell you something right now, I came to a Hardcore federation for Hardcore blood and brawls, not for softcore pornography.”
That dirty little smile creeps onto Delilah’s lips, “So I am going to put my cards on the table and I am going to tell my partner and my opponents exactly how I am going to do things in IWC. I am going to come out swinging, I am going to be coming out expecting to push people to their pain threshold. I am damn well hoping that there are people here that are going to do the same to me, because hello, as I said, Masochist, pain makes me all warm, wet and fuzzy. I am going to come into this match and if, if we decide we are going to wear these skimpy little outfits, which quite honestly I am going to keep for later use, I think, someone is going to be torn to shreds. Now I know that my partner, Arcadia, is going to be with me on this. I know that Arcadia is a proud wrestler, a proud warrior. She is the Hardcora Luchadora. Do I think that she will have my back in this match? If she believes in handling things mutually, she will, I have your back, Arcadia, I do not play games with people teaming with me.”
Delilah stands, steely flint creeping into her eyes, “I don’t know much about Amber, but I know that she is a seriously good wrestler, I do not take opponents lightly and I am going to make no exception this time. Amber might not have altogether much inring experience, or she might well have some that I haven’t come across, but I know one thing, that doesn’t mean a thing, especially not of the so called experienced hand in the whole deal relies upon that, so Amber, come the match, I want you to know, I am going to have blood, whether it takes swinging a light tube or busting someone open with my bare fist. I am not going to go into this just to be a cute little body for the crowd, I do not catfight and I do not expect such from my opponents, try that shit and I will kill you.. This is not me assuming that I am that much better, this is me telling you that this is a match that you had better come ready to perform in.”
Delilah smiles, without mirth, “And then there is dear Isabella Pazzini. Oh, so you’ve followed me to this little shindig, Bella, good to see you, because that means this place is going to be fun, when we get rolling, when we paint the town red with each others’ blood. Hey, might be we get a headstart on that in this little gig, might not, either way you know that our judgement day is coming. So you and me, darling Bella, well I know you, I know that you are going to start as you mean to go on and that is going to be not so good for someone in that ring. Fun! So let us roll the dice, Isabella, and let us see where those bones land, let us show the management, if such it can be called, and these fans just how we shed blood, guts and gore in LA.” Delilah winks to the camera, slaps her thigh and on that we fade to black.
