Post by delilah on Dec 5, 2010 19:33:55 GMT -4
The scene opens to find Delilah sitting on a bench and drinking a shot of whiskey. The stitches are out, the bruises are still there though, and discolouration around the area the stitches were needed, though other than that it seems to be healing up…she’s in one piece at least. Her breathing, as it was when she had suffered these injuries, is still shallow, her face and demeanour show no pain but the eyes are the window to the soul and they certainly show that she is still feeling the effect, barbed wire scraped across one’s ribs, the wounds left behind being kicked, do not heal overnight. She is certainly cleaned up some, and in what would pass for ring gear if one considered a high cut French maid’s outfit such, apparently, Delilah does.
It is clear that the whiskey is somewhat medicinal, as the bared ribs show a spasm as she breathes a fraction too deeply, though as she sees the camera, there is a smile upon her lips, who cares if it doesn’t make it to her eyes, people don’t tend to look that high in any case, “Y’know, the last show, it was somewhat of a benchmark for me, my wrestling scars overtook scars that I had borne before stepping into a wrestling ring. Not that I count and categorise each one but yeah…I know my body. Anyhow, seems somewhat likely that there will be more for the collection coming, and that is something that I cannot altogether say that I mind. That really is one thing that sets some people out from others, there are people who can’t take pain, people who can and people who meet it and the effects that it leaves upon them without flinching. I have watched my opponent in action, I have seen her carve initials into people, I have seen shoulders dislocated, I have seen people put through torturous ordeals where winning comes as a bonus to surviving.”
Delilah pours another shot of whiskey and stands, “Now I’ve had names carved into me and am quite aware that it is an ownership thing, am I worried about a K somewhere upon my body? That is something that is not going to intimidate me at all, sweetums. Am I worried about dislocations? I have suffered them, I have caused more of them, it is part and parcel of the game for me. As for brutality, honeybun, I really hope that you do bring your bloodiest, most violent side to the party, I am looking forward to it, I have prepared for it, if you do not bring it, then you are going to be somewhat of a victim.” Delilah drinks her shot of whiskey, placing the glass down as she exhales, “People have told me that I have not been in a wrestling business like this before, they have spent quite a bit of breath and a multitude of words and reasons why this is the case. They have told me that one hardcore match here or there is nothing compared to life in IWC. So I am going to tell you something that will lay that to rest. Before I ever got into the wrestling business, you might say that I was owned by someone, I took pain every day, not once every two weeks, I was subject to the pleasures and whims of someone who was quite brutal, and quite liked being brutal on camera. Oh I have no hard feelings against that woman, she was generous, in a way loving if people who are stranger to that kind of relationship would call it abusive, or a relationship akin to one of a pet. I will let you into a secret, there is a reason I was never known to safe word, that is because when I proved I didn’t need one, I wasn’t given one. So when people tell me, Delilah, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into, I have to laugh at them. I am not telling you this simply for the pleasure of doing so, Kristina, I want you to understand, I am not some green wet behind the ears rookie. I am not someone who is going to be scared by reputation and what if she does this, what if I come away barely breathing, I have faced that many times in the past.
“And then I have faced it in the ring.” Delilah shrugs, stooping down for a moment to pick up a halogen tube, rotating her wrist, “Oh, I agree, not quite to this every single card level, but as I say, that is not necessarily the only environment where you are going to get that experience, quite honestly, Kristina, I very much doubt that you are used to people like me, people who not only can take a beating but in some small way, are perfectly at home when taking one and can still turn the whole deal around in a heartbeat. I know you Blackwells are tough, don’t get me wrong, but you are not as tough as me, you are not Delilah.”
Delilah rotates that tube once more and then brings it sharply into a wall, sending splinters of glass flying and holding what is left. She traces a finger along a jagged edge, though not enough to cut herself, “So instead of worrying about what you are able to do, Kristina, I am going to simply focus on what I am able to do, because yes, I was a sub, people seem to make the mistake of thinking that I am in wrestling only to be beaten up, only to be underneath someone. Not that I mind either, not that I stress out about must win, cannot lose, but I am not here to lie down for anyone, I am not here to kowtow to any person or their regime, I am here to do what everyone else here is doing, well, indeed, I am here to do that oh so very better than anyone else. So you can bring your K’s, you can bring your knife, your Singapore canes, your barbed wire, your anything you happen to feel like bringing. I am going to bring myself and some of these, I am going to surround us in glass, Kristina, and I am going to drive your face into it, I am going to leave you knowing that you have been in a war. I am going to make you earn your tag all over again, as much as you are already quite rightly known as the Hardcore Princess, people are going to say that you have taken that to the next level, because to survived against me, sweets, you are going to have to.”
Delilah gives a very Delilah smile, dirty, dripping with promise of malice, “People like to tell me that things are impossible, it is impossible for me to beat Kristina, it is impossible for me to be ready for what the IWC truly is, it is impossible for someone who looks as goddamned soft as I do to survive in this place. I do not believe in impossibility, I do not believe in boundaries, to steal a game quote, nothing is true, everything is permitted. That is the world that I live in, words mean nothing but brittle chaff, reputations are only as good as one’s last fight, as the last time a reputation was earned, and there is no such thing as I cannot do this. Again, Kristina, I am going to show that this is not watered down wrestling, this is IWC. I believe your brother told Arcadia that there is putting the GM through a table and there is proving that you truly belong, well I invite you to show that, I invite you to initiate me as you believe only you and your kin can, I invite you to prove that your reputation is earned, because reputations…” Delilah moves her hand to gesture the glass that surrounds her, “are so delicate and I am quite willing to shatter yours if you do not give me what I want. Give me Kristina fucking Blackwell, give me IWC, give me the hell that people claim I am going to have to live through, or I swear, I shall drag you there and leave you behind.” Delilah winks towards the camera, walks past it and on that we fade to black.
It is clear that the whiskey is somewhat medicinal, as the bared ribs show a spasm as she breathes a fraction too deeply, though as she sees the camera, there is a smile upon her lips, who cares if it doesn’t make it to her eyes, people don’t tend to look that high in any case, “Y’know, the last show, it was somewhat of a benchmark for me, my wrestling scars overtook scars that I had borne before stepping into a wrestling ring. Not that I count and categorise each one but yeah…I know my body. Anyhow, seems somewhat likely that there will be more for the collection coming, and that is something that I cannot altogether say that I mind. That really is one thing that sets some people out from others, there are people who can’t take pain, people who can and people who meet it and the effects that it leaves upon them without flinching. I have watched my opponent in action, I have seen her carve initials into people, I have seen shoulders dislocated, I have seen people put through torturous ordeals where winning comes as a bonus to surviving.”
Delilah pours another shot of whiskey and stands, “Now I’ve had names carved into me and am quite aware that it is an ownership thing, am I worried about a K somewhere upon my body? That is something that is not going to intimidate me at all, sweetums. Am I worried about dislocations? I have suffered them, I have caused more of them, it is part and parcel of the game for me. As for brutality, honeybun, I really hope that you do bring your bloodiest, most violent side to the party, I am looking forward to it, I have prepared for it, if you do not bring it, then you are going to be somewhat of a victim.” Delilah drinks her shot of whiskey, placing the glass down as she exhales, “People have told me that I have not been in a wrestling business like this before, they have spent quite a bit of breath and a multitude of words and reasons why this is the case. They have told me that one hardcore match here or there is nothing compared to life in IWC. So I am going to tell you something that will lay that to rest. Before I ever got into the wrestling business, you might say that I was owned by someone, I took pain every day, not once every two weeks, I was subject to the pleasures and whims of someone who was quite brutal, and quite liked being brutal on camera. Oh I have no hard feelings against that woman, she was generous, in a way loving if people who are stranger to that kind of relationship would call it abusive, or a relationship akin to one of a pet. I will let you into a secret, there is a reason I was never known to safe word, that is because when I proved I didn’t need one, I wasn’t given one. So when people tell me, Delilah, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into, I have to laugh at them. I am not telling you this simply for the pleasure of doing so, Kristina, I want you to understand, I am not some green wet behind the ears rookie. I am not someone who is going to be scared by reputation and what if she does this, what if I come away barely breathing, I have faced that many times in the past.
“And then I have faced it in the ring.” Delilah shrugs, stooping down for a moment to pick up a halogen tube, rotating her wrist, “Oh, I agree, not quite to this every single card level, but as I say, that is not necessarily the only environment where you are going to get that experience, quite honestly, Kristina, I very much doubt that you are used to people like me, people who not only can take a beating but in some small way, are perfectly at home when taking one and can still turn the whole deal around in a heartbeat. I know you Blackwells are tough, don’t get me wrong, but you are not as tough as me, you are not Delilah.”
Delilah rotates that tube once more and then brings it sharply into a wall, sending splinters of glass flying and holding what is left. She traces a finger along a jagged edge, though not enough to cut herself, “So instead of worrying about what you are able to do, Kristina, I am going to simply focus on what I am able to do, because yes, I was a sub, people seem to make the mistake of thinking that I am in wrestling only to be beaten up, only to be underneath someone. Not that I mind either, not that I stress out about must win, cannot lose, but I am not here to lie down for anyone, I am not here to kowtow to any person or their regime, I am here to do what everyone else here is doing, well, indeed, I am here to do that oh so very better than anyone else. So you can bring your K’s, you can bring your knife, your Singapore canes, your barbed wire, your anything you happen to feel like bringing. I am going to bring myself and some of these, I am going to surround us in glass, Kristina, and I am going to drive your face into it, I am going to leave you knowing that you have been in a war. I am going to make you earn your tag all over again, as much as you are already quite rightly known as the Hardcore Princess, people are going to say that you have taken that to the next level, because to survived against me, sweets, you are going to have to.”
Delilah gives a very Delilah smile, dirty, dripping with promise of malice, “People like to tell me that things are impossible, it is impossible for me to beat Kristina, it is impossible for me to be ready for what the IWC truly is, it is impossible for someone who looks as goddamned soft as I do to survive in this place. I do not believe in impossibility, I do not believe in boundaries, to steal a game quote, nothing is true, everything is permitted. That is the world that I live in, words mean nothing but brittle chaff, reputations are only as good as one’s last fight, as the last time a reputation was earned, and there is no such thing as I cannot do this. Again, Kristina, I am going to show that this is not watered down wrestling, this is IWC. I believe your brother told Arcadia that there is putting the GM through a table and there is proving that you truly belong, well I invite you to show that, I invite you to initiate me as you believe only you and your kin can, I invite you to prove that your reputation is earned, because reputations…” Delilah moves her hand to gesture the glass that surrounds her, “are so delicate and I am quite willing to shatter yours if you do not give me what I want. Give me Kristina fucking Blackwell, give me IWC, give me the hell that people claim I am going to have to live through, or I swear, I shall drag you there and leave you behind.” Delilah winks towards the camera, walks past it and on that we fade to black.
