Post by delilah on Dec 17, 2010 17:09:27 GMT -4
The fifth of December, two thousand and ten. It had been a mishmash of nights for the Libertine, she had fought Kristina Blackwell, the match had been less than what she had expected and she had blown off steam over that. She had then spent time with Arcadia after her match with Trevor Blackwell, which might have been seen as odd by some, given that they would face each other for a place in the main event, but that is how it goes with friends, crazy, huh? That hadn’t been quite the end of things, it had been pretty damn bloody after that, it might be said that if Arcadia were still feeling the effects of her war with Blackwell just a little, she and Delilah would be even.
So the cliff notes, Delilah is known to have pissed off the Yakuza somewhere near a year ago, the Yakuza have long memories. Given the member that she had pissed off royally, she had the fact that Gaeta and her owner Rob had walked on by to thank for the fact that she had not lost a finger, as it was she had wound up with glass in her legs and back courtesy of having gone through a window, if asked now she would say you should see the other guy and it is true enough that she at least took a few down with her. The fact was, however, that now, nine days later, she was as recovered as she was ever going to be and that is where the camera comes in, Delilah in a baby tee and a pair of denim shorts that are fairly near the length of hotpants, they hide none of the scars, but then perhaps that’s part of the whole idea.
Delilah looks up at the camera as it approaches her, she rolls her eyes sardonically and gives a twirl, showing off what is left over from that attack. Facing the camera once more, there is a defiant look behind Delilah’s eyes, “So, you know me, time was I used to get into extra curricular activity, seems that this time it came looking for me.” She gives a shrug of her shoulders, raising a smile, “But hey, it’s not like I haven’t been through hell before a big match! I mean I remember this one time, had a bounty hunter, so called bounty hunter in any case, after my ass, this was back when I was doing the whole I can put you through seven layers of hell butt naked deal, had a session that morning…which had carried on from the late hours of the night before, dealt with a sister angry at hearing that, won that match, won the world title when the boss jumped me in the shower and said hey, you know that mystery opponent for the Orgasmic Championship match? Guess who.”
Delilah chuckles at the memory, sitting down if a little stiffly, “So I’m going to be going into war 34th Street, I’m quite looking forward to it, given it means that either Arcadia or myself will be in the title match, and that is how I am looking at it, one of us won’t be, but one of us will. I like Arcadia, I have not hidden that and I am not going to let the fact that we are going to beat the holy hell out of each other change that any just because it is the cool thing to do when people decide that the best thing to do to two friends is put them against each other just to be a jerk. Oh I have faced friends in that ring, and they all know one thing, I am always going to take it to the limit, I am going to do whatever it takes to have my hand raised and I expect them to do the same, then we, I don’t know, go out and drink with the loser buying, assuming we’re not in a hospital or something.”
Delilah stretches her shoulders and back, working away aches and pains, “So this whole deal has been carded as a Lucha rules match…which means that shockingly enough it appears that there are rules. You know what? Arcadia and I had a word with each other over that, she is a luchadora and I am agile and technically sound myself, we can give a lucha libre showcase quite easily, and for the first two falls we will do just that, because it sounds like fun, and frankly because it appears to be what is expected of us. Third fall though? Well this is IWC, we are quite willing, able and prepared to throw the rulebook out the window, and the referee if that is necessary. So if we go three falls, you can expect blood, guts and passion. You can expect two friends to tear each other limb from limb because hey, it sounded like a good idea at the time. You can expect the pair of us to warm each other up for the fight that is to come. As for that? Well I’m not stressing out too much about that. I have to get there first, can I? Of course I can, Arcadia can, either one of us could be there because we know and respect that the other is quick, agile and quite capable of dealing out copious amounts of pain with and without weaponry, there is no trap that many fall into of underestimating the opponent and that is not something you shall see here, which means that it goes down to skill and to precariously dancing the knife edge. As for the fatal fourway itself, well I can guess one person who is going to be there, not going to do that person the ego stroke of naming names, other than that, could be anyone. So I am not making gameplans, it’s a crapshoot, the deal is that whoever is there is going to ear into each other, get pretty damn bloody, one person will take the title, three will only get to say that they were there, that’s the way that it goes in wrestling, there will be other chances and that is assuming that I am pulling my hair out stressing over it in any case, since yeah, some of us don’t.”
Delilah stands, jumping on the balls of her feet to keep herself loose, “So, erm yeah, last words, good luck to Arcadia, looking forward to rumbling with you and if it is you that gets through, kick the hell out of three other douchebags, I’ll strive to do the same if it comes down to it, I’ll see all you fans there, front three rows might get wet.” Delilah shoots a devilish wink, walks past the camera and this one fades to black.
So the cliff notes, Delilah is known to have pissed off the Yakuza somewhere near a year ago, the Yakuza have long memories. Given the member that she had pissed off royally, she had the fact that Gaeta and her owner Rob had walked on by to thank for the fact that she had not lost a finger, as it was she had wound up with glass in her legs and back courtesy of having gone through a window, if asked now she would say you should see the other guy and it is true enough that she at least took a few down with her. The fact was, however, that now, nine days later, she was as recovered as she was ever going to be and that is where the camera comes in, Delilah in a baby tee and a pair of denim shorts that are fairly near the length of hotpants, they hide none of the scars, but then perhaps that’s part of the whole idea.
Delilah looks up at the camera as it approaches her, she rolls her eyes sardonically and gives a twirl, showing off what is left over from that attack. Facing the camera once more, there is a defiant look behind Delilah’s eyes, “So, you know me, time was I used to get into extra curricular activity, seems that this time it came looking for me.” She gives a shrug of her shoulders, raising a smile, “But hey, it’s not like I haven’t been through hell before a big match! I mean I remember this one time, had a bounty hunter, so called bounty hunter in any case, after my ass, this was back when I was doing the whole I can put you through seven layers of hell butt naked deal, had a session that morning…which had carried on from the late hours of the night before, dealt with a sister angry at hearing that, won that match, won the world title when the boss jumped me in the shower and said hey, you know that mystery opponent for the Orgasmic Championship match? Guess who.”
Delilah chuckles at the memory, sitting down if a little stiffly, “So I’m going to be going into war 34th Street, I’m quite looking forward to it, given it means that either Arcadia or myself will be in the title match, and that is how I am looking at it, one of us won’t be, but one of us will. I like Arcadia, I have not hidden that and I am not going to let the fact that we are going to beat the holy hell out of each other change that any just because it is the cool thing to do when people decide that the best thing to do to two friends is put them against each other just to be a jerk. Oh I have faced friends in that ring, and they all know one thing, I am always going to take it to the limit, I am going to do whatever it takes to have my hand raised and I expect them to do the same, then we, I don’t know, go out and drink with the loser buying, assuming we’re not in a hospital or something.”
Delilah stretches her shoulders and back, working away aches and pains, “So this whole deal has been carded as a Lucha rules match…which means that shockingly enough it appears that there are rules. You know what? Arcadia and I had a word with each other over that, she is a luchadora and I am agile and technically sound myself, we can give a lucha libre showcase quite easily, and for the first two falls we will do just that, because it sounds like fun, and frankly because it appears to be what is expected of us. Third fall though? Well this is IWC, we are quite willing, able and prepared to throw the rulebook out the window, and the referee if that is necessary. So if we go three falls, you can expect blood, guts and passion. You can expect two friends to tear each other limb from limb because hey, it sounded like a good idea at the time. You can expect the pair of us to warm each other up for the fight that is to come. As for that? Well I’m not stressing out too much about that. I have to get there first, can I? Of course I can, Arcadia can, either one of us could be there because we know and respect that the other is quick, agile and quite capable of dealing out copious amounts of pain with and without weaponry, there is no trap that many fall into of underestimating the opponent and that is not something you shall see here, which means that it goes down to skill and to precariously dancing the knife edge. As for the fatal fourway itself, well I can guess one person who is going to be there, not going to do that person the ego stroke of naming names, other than that, could be anyone. So I am not making gameplans, it’s a crapshoot, the deal is that whoever is there is going to ear into each other, get pretty damn bloody, one person will take the title, three will only get to say that they were there, that’s the way that it goes in wrestling, there will be other chances and that is assuming that I am pulling my hair out stressing over it in any case, since yeah, some of us don’t.”
Delilah stands, jumping on the balls of her feet to keep herself loose, “So, erm yeah, last words, good luck to Arcadia, looking forward to rumbling with you and if it is you that gets through, kick the hell out of three other douchebags, I’ll strive to do the same if it comes down to it, I’ll see all you fans there, front three rows might get wet.” Delilah shoots a devilish wink, walks past the camera and this one fades to black.
