Post by delilah on Dec 3, 2010 16:33:06 GMT -4
The scene opens to the view of a back bearing scar mottled flesh and a gothic angel tattoo. This picture remains unchanging for a moment, showing in vivid detail the battle scars of life as a sub and as a wrestler both. Some of these scars are very, very fresh, care of shards of glass and thumbtacks. There is the glitter effect of crushed glass, not quite extracted through the EMT’s efforts or the water which still slightly glints upon it, the shoulders eventually lift, bringing with them, with some effort, a sil shirt, as this is buttoned, the camera zooms out, showing the remains of blood tinged water circling around the drain, the woman turns and we meet the eyes of Delilah, showing more of the pain in her features than she allowed to show in the match.
Her movements are not quite fluid as she moves towards a bench. The Libertine stretches her neck, the stitches in her forehead quite prominent, as are those in her ribs as the shirt, the bottom unbuttoned, shifting allows her ribs to be bared as Delilah sits. There is a dry chuckle, strained, though there is some mirth behind it, “Twenty three stitches all in all…now that was the Isabella Pazzini I have been looking for for a long, long time.” Delilah stretches her back and a vicious spasm rips throughout her ribs, Delilah bares this with the composure of a sub who was hotly sought after when she worked as such, a grimace allowed to show for a split second before her features are neutral once more, though a pain behind her eyes shows just how not fun that was. Delilah ends her stretch, part of which had been enforced, her muscles falling limp, “Ok, that match…that was fun. Oh it was painful, little more than comfort even for a masochist as thirsty for pain as I am, but then that was the intention the four of us went into it with. The female wrestlers of the IWC, we are warriors, we are not scared of man, woman or monster, and that…that is something that Reggie better have learned.”
Delilah takes a couple of breaths, still with a slightly laboured edge behind them. She places a hand on her ribs as her stomach tightens once again, her eyes roll, whether in pain or the pleasure she claims to derive from such, before she focuses once more upon the camera, “I assume that our message was heard loud and clear. I know there are likely to be repercussions, as Arcadia said, we are quite capable, and perfectly willing, in fact, demanding, competition, throw whoever you so choose at me, Reggie, or if the aim is humiliation…well I have no inhibitions, try me, because I will not break, something that Kristina is going to find out in short order.” Delilah leans forward, her hands on her knees, acting as some precious little support, “Oh don’t get me wrong, Kristina Blackwell, I have watched IWC from the beginning, way way back to the original days, when Twister, Kaos and Blackwell tore the arena up week by week, I watched it when it came back the first time, I know that you have earned well the tag Hardcore Princess, and that, I have to say, was one of the attractions behind joining this place. So, I shall tell you plainly, Kristina, I respect you, I respect any wrestler that can live in this environment, not only live in it but thrive in it, note the term there, Kristina, respect, not fear, never fear. I am going to be plain with you, Kristina, I got myself torn to shreds tonight, and I had the time of my life doing it, that should tell you a little something about me, that should tell you something about the challenge that you face.”
Delilah gives a brief chuckle, keeping her breathing shallow throughout, “That challenge is one who is quite willing and able to soak up pain like a dry sponge, though I would hope that you saw well enough that I am also quite capable of causing it as well, because I have to say that it is a little boring hearing the whole line that because I was a porn star, that because I look like a porcelain doll, I am quite incapable of wrestling, that because I look like that porcelain doll, I am incapable of taking a little pain, that because I look like I still belong on a porn set, I am not intelligent enough to study my opponents. I will, own to the fact that I used to play to that, I bounced around naked, I acted ditzy, some people say I am a ditz outside the ring and that is quite possibly true in certain areas, but in it, I am a student of the sport. In the ring, I am a destructive force, I am the figurative immovable object and that is something that many have found by hard experience.” Delilah twirls a lock of hair, finding her smile now that she has adjusted to the random stabbing pains, the tightening and shifting of her stomach as it protests against the treatment that barbed wire is quite capable of dealing out, “So I am telling you this so that there are no excuses, because I fully believe that I am capable of defeating you. I am capable of standing toe to toe, delivering hammerblows, taking damage that any lesser man would be put down by. I am capable of ripping your arm out, I am capable of withstanding an attack from your allies if that is what I must do and above it all, I am capable of absorbing any attack that your sick little mind can draw up, then dust off, pick up and do it again in two weeks.
“I am capable of haunting the nightmares of even the feared Kristina Blackwell.” A giggle, girlish in pitch, contrasts these seriously spoken words, “It’s going to be a ball, Kristina, I have certain aims within the IWC and pushing you to your limit, seeing just how close you can push me to mine, that was one of those I had before ever seeing an IWC contract. So I am going to throw something out there for you, Kristina, there is no stipulation tied to this match. Name one. Anything, Kristina, one condition, make it brutal, make it an advertisement for why Delilah and Kristina Blackwell are to be feared in IWC, make it something that will shed blood as a matter of course. Don’t be a weak livered quivering sack of pus like one Cyrus with his anti-hardcore, do all of that, Kristina, and I will show you just what it is like to know that mortality is a very real concept, a concept that is just one mistake from becoming reality. That is how I roll, Kristina, living one slip away from an overload of that bittersweet arousal that I lust for, that is the world that I can introduce even the most battle hardened of warriors to.”
Delilah raises her head, tilting it for a moment as she looks fully at the camera once again, “I will also tell you that I am ready for Trevor Blackwell and Damian Dmitri to make their presence felt if that is what they choose to do. Rumour, and I know well enough to take them with a pinch of salt, is that you are recruiting, Trevor. Judging by the last month, it is clear that if someone is not with you, then they are in the way. So I am going to lay my cards on the table, if such a rumour has truth within it, I am the Libertine, I do not do groups, I do not do someone else’s agenda. Now I will also make it clear that I do not want Reggie in charge here, I do not want watered down wrestling, I do not want, for the women here, softcore pornography designed for little more than the amusement of men watching the feed, so while I will not say that we are on the same side, we may happen to be on two different sides facing the same direction. You can take this in two ways, Trevor, you can decide that I am someone worth little more than making a statement over as you did on the first IWC card, if you choose to do that before, during or after my match with your sister, I shall be ready for that, I will quite probably take a licking, I will more than likely come out worse on that, but you will know that you have been in a war. Door number two? You can watch your sister and I tear strips out of each other and you can decide that one who shares some goals, however loose an ally that makes them, is not an enemy. One of those choices shall have my attention set upon one short term goal outside of the long term goal surrounding a certain Ms. Pazzini, the other shall cause me to react as I need to, that is something that is very much in your court.”
Delilah gives a dirty smile, sin dancing behind that simple action, “And with that out the way, Kristina, really all there is to say is be ready, because whether I fight one person or three, there is one thing more certain that death and taxes, the fact that if I have my way, I shall have your screams, a sweet melody that shall lull me to sleep through the pain that will wrack my body once all is said and done. Speaking of which…” Delilah stands, drawing a deep breath as another spasm wracks throughout her body, “I should really get some rest. Kristina…I fully expect a fight, I expect that I shall be in this condition once again…fun, I’ll see you around.” Delilah gives a mock bow towards the camera and, a hand against the wall for support, walks past the camera, the sound of a door opening and closing is the last we hear as the scene fades to black.
Her movements are not quite fluid as she moves towards a bench. The Libertine stretches her neck, the stitches in her forehead quite prominent, as are those in her ribs as the shirt, the bottom unbuttoned, shifting allows her ribs to be bared as Delilah sits. There is a dry chuckle, strained, though there is some mirth behind it, “Twenty three stitches all in all…now that was the Isabella Pazzini I have been looking for for a long, long time.” Delilah stretches her back and a vicious spasm rips throughout her ribs, Delilah bares this with the composure of a sub who was hotly sought after when she worked as such, a grimace allowed to show for a split second before her features are neutral once more, though a pain behind her eyes shows just how not fun that was. Delilah ends her stretch, part of which had been enforced, her muscles falling limp, “Ok, that match…that was fun. Oh it was painful, little more than comfort even for a masochist as thirsty for pain as I am, but then that was the intention the four of us went into it with. The female wrestlers of the IWC, we are warriors, we are not scared of man, woman or monster, and that…that is something that Reggie better have learned.”
Delilah takes a couple of breaths, still with a slightly laboured edge behind them. She places a hand on her ribs as her stomach tightens once again, her eyes roll, whether in pain or the pleasure she claims to derive from such, before she focuses once more upon the camera, “I assume that our message was heard loud and clear. I know there are likely to be repercussions, as Arcadia said, we are quite capable, and perfectly willing, in fact, demanding, competition, throw whoever you so choose at me, Reggie, or if the aim is humiliation…well I have no inhibitions, try me, because I will not break, something that Kristina is going to find out in short order.” Delilah leans forward, her hands on her knees, acting as some precious little support, “Oh don’t get me wrong, Kristina Blackwell, I have watched IWC from the beginning, way way back to the original days, when Twister, Kaos and Blackwell tore the arena up week by week, I watched it when it came back the first time, I know that you have earned well the tag Hardcore Princess, and that, I have to say, was one of the attractions behind joining this place. So, I shall tell you plainly, Kristina, I respect you, I respect any wrestler that can live in this environment, not only live in it but thrive in it, note the term there, Kristina, respect, not fear, never fear. I am going to be plain with you, Kristina, I got myself torn to shreds tonight, and I had the time of my life doing it, that should tell you a little something about me, that should tell you something about the challenge that you face.”
Delilah gives a brief chuckle, keeping her breathing shallow throughout, “That challenge is one who is quite willing and able to soak up pain like a dry sponge, though I would hope that you saw well enough that I am also quite capable of causing it as well, because I have to say that it is a little boring hearing the whole line that because I was a porn star, that because I look like a porcelain doll, I am quite incapable of wrestling, that because I look like that porcelain doll, I am incapable of taking a little pain, that because I look like I still belong on a porn set, I am not intelligent enough to study my opponents. I will, own to the fact that I used to play to that, I bounced around naked, I acted ditzy, some people say I am a ditz outside the ring and that is quite possibly true in certain areas, but in it, I am a student of the sport. In the ring, I am a destructive force, I am the figurative immovable object and that is something that many have found by hard experience.” Delilah twirls a lock of hair, finding her smile now that she has adjusted to the random stabbing pains, the tightening and shifting of her stomach as it protests against the treatment that barbed wire is quite capable of dealing out, “So I am telling you this so that there are no excuses, because I fully believe that I am capable of defeating you. I am capable of standing toe to toe, delivering hammerblows, taking damage that any lesser man would be put down by. I am capable of ripping your arm out, I am capable of withstanding an attack from your allies if that is what I must do and above it all, I am capable of absorbing any attack that your sick little mind can draw up, then dust off, pick up and do it again in two weeks.
“I am capable of haunting the nightmares of even the feared Kristina Blackwell.” A giggle, girlish in pitch, contrasts these seriously spoken words, “It’s going to be a ball, Kristina, I have certain aims within the IWC and pushing you to your limit, seeing just how close you can push me to mine, that was one of those I had before ever seeing an IWC contract. So I am going to throw something out there for you, Kristina, there is no stipulation tied to this match. Name one. Anything, Kristina, one condition, make it brutal, make it an advertisement for why Delilah and Kristina Blackwell are to be feared in IWC, make it something that will shed blood as a matter of course. Don’t be a weak livered quivering sack of pus like one Cyrus with his anti-hardcore, do all of that, Kristina, and I will show you just what it is like to know that mortality is a very real concept, a concept that is just one mistake from becoming reality. That is how I roll, Kristina, living one slip away from an overload of that bittersweet arousal that I lust for, that is the world that I can introduce even the most battle hardened of warriors to.”
Delilah raises her head, tilting it for a moment as she looks fully at the camera once again, “I will also tell you that I am ready for Trevor Blackwell and Damian Dmitri to make their presence felt if that is what they choose to do. Rumour, and I know well enough to take them with a pinch of salt, is that you are recruiting, Trevor. Judging by the last month, it is clear that if someone is not with you, then they are in the way. So I am going to lay my cards on the table, if such a rumour has truth within it, I am the Libertine, I do not do groups, I do not do someone else’s agenda. Now I will also make it clear that I do not want Reggie in charge here, I do not want watered down wrestling, I do not want, for the women here, softcore pornography designed for little more than the amusement of men watching the feed, so while I will not say that we are on the same side, we may happen to be on two different sides facing the same direction. You can take this in two ways, Trevor, you can decide that I am someone worth little more than making a statement over as you did on the first IWC card, if you choose to do that before, during or after my match with your sister, I shall be ready for that, I will quite probably take a licking, I will more than likely come out worse on that, but you will know that you have been in a war. Door number two? You can watch your sister and I tear strips out of each other and you can decide that one who shares some goals, however loose an ally that makes them, is not an enemy. One of those choices shall have my attention set upon one short term goal outside of the long term goal surrounding a certain Ms. Pazzini, the other shall cause me to react as I need to, that is something that is very much in your court.”
Delilah gives a dirty smile, sin dancing behind that simple action, “And with that out the way, Kristina, really all there is to say is be ready, because whether I fight one person or three, there is one thing more certain that death and taxes, the fact that if I have my way, I shall have your screams, a sweet melody that shall lull me to sleep through the pain that will wrack my body once all is said and done. Speaking of which…” Delilah stands, drawing a deep breath as another spasm wracks throughout her body, “I should really get some rest. Kristina…I fully expect a fight, I expect that I shall be in this condition once again…fun, I’ll see you around.” Delilah gives a mock bow towards the camera and, a hand against the wall for support, walks past the camera, the sound of a door opening and closing is the last we hear as the scene fades to black.
