Post by Isabella Pazzini on Nov 21, 2010 19:56:41 GMT -4
(OOC - Sorry this is really short, I've been pretty run down and sick the past couple of weeks. Hope to improve as we go on. And a big apology to Amber if I've cost her the match.)
The scene opens in a studio with a plush pink sofa in it, where we see Isabella Pazzini, IWC's newest addition, sitting there, the revolting outfit Reginald picked out for her on the seat behind her, shaking her head.
Isabella: What the hell is this crap?
She sighs.
Isabella: I'm an established, successful professional wrestler, specialising in hardcore competition. So when I heard about the opening of a company which thrived on old school hardcore competition, I was understandably very excited. Somewhere where I can ply my trade and show people what I can really do. And what do I find? THIS... revolting thing, and a match so degrading they may as well just shove us in bikinis and start spraying hoses. You wouldn't do this to men, would you? Why do we have to do the stupid gimmicky shit just because we're women? It's disgusting and despicable. And I'll tell you right now Reginald... I am not going to stand for it.
She shakes her head.
You have four exciting female talents, who from what I've seen from the others could likely kick the ass off half the men on your roster. And you pull this. No doubt you'll wind up making us a special belt, called the "Pretty Faerie Championship" which we can compete for in bikini contests and tickle fights, right? A bit of light relief from the blood and guts warfare that the big bad men do. Well I'm sorry to tell you something, as the other girls have before be, but no. Nope. Not happening, you strange little weirdo.
She glares at the camera.
Isabella: So girls, I'm not here to talk trash on you. I'm not here to say you all suck. I'm here to say, damn right, let's show this jerk what we're all about, and put on a hardcore exhibition for the ages. Let's get violent and bloody, and make the stinking sack of horse poo realise that we are the most invaluable talents at his disposal. Let's riot and revolt by doing what we all do best... pure, unadulterated violence! I didn't come here to prance around in a silly little uniform, and I'm pretty damn sure you guys; Amber, Arcadia, Delilah... you didn't either! Well... maybe Delilah did, but damn she can still kick some hardcore ass! So are you with me? Let's burn this damn house down!
She smirks.
Isabella: And Reginald, you'd better pay attention. Because if you keep up with these little games, you may have a really big problem on your hands. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you have four hardcore violent bitches getting pretty high on the scorn stakes right now. So do me a favour. Sort it out. Or else you may be the one who gets "sorted out". You insult us, we injure you! Arrivederci!
The scene opens in a studio with a plush pink sofa in it, where we see Isabella Pazzini, IWC's newest addition, sitting there, the revolting outfit Reginald picked out for her on the seat behind her, shaking her head.
Isabella: What the hell is this crap?
She sighs.
Isabella: I'm an established, successful professional wrestler, specialising in hardcore competition. So when I heard about the opening of a company which thrived on old school hardcore competition, I was understandably very excited. Somewhere where I can ply my trade and show people what I can really do. And what do I find? THIS... revolting thing, and a match so degrading they may as well just shove us in bikinis and start spraying hoses. You wouldn't do this to men, would you? Why do we have to do the stupid gimmicky shit just because we're women? It's disgusting and despicable. And I'll tell you right now Reginald... I am not going to stand for it.
She shakes her head.
You have four exciting female talents, who from what I've seen from the others could likely kick the ass off half the men on your roster. And you pull this. No doubt you'll wind up making us a special belt, called the "Pretty Faerie Championship" which we can compete for in bikini contests and tickle fights, right? A bit of light relief from the blood and guts warfare that the big bad men do. Well I'm sorry to tell you something, as the other girls have before be, but no. Nope. Not happening, you strange little weirdo.
She glares at the camera.
Isabella: So girls, I'm not here to talk trash on you. I'm not here to say you all suck. I'm here to say, damn right, let's show this jerk what we're all about, and put on a hardcore exhibition for the ages. Let's get violent and bloody, and make the stinking sack of horse poo realise that we are the most invaluable talents at his disposal. Let's riot and revolt by doing what we all do best... pure, unadulterated violence! I didn't come here to prance around in a silly little uniform, and I'm pretty damn sure you guys; Amber, Arcadia, Delilah... you didn't either! Well... maybe Delilah did, but damn she can still kick some hardcore ass! So are you with me? Let's burn this damn house down!
She smirks.
Isabella: And Reginald, you'd better pay attention. Because if you keep up with these little games, you may have a really big problem on your hands. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you have four hardcore violent bitches getting pretty high on the scorn stakes right now. So do me a favour. Sort it out. Or else you may be the one who gets "sorted out". You insult us, we injure you! Arrivederci!
