Post by Fire on Mar 26, 2007 22:17:58 GMT -6
*The scene fades in. The camera crew is inside a home office. The walls are black with red paint splatters on them. The desk is a corner style desk that is made entirely of a stainless steal material. There is a steal chair leaning against the wall near the desk. The camera pans up and to the right where there are many posters of Fire. All of these posters are from her modeling career she had before she decided to get into the business of being a wrestler. The camera then pans to the right. There is a box on the wall that holds her BWF Tag Team Championship belt. Beside the belt box is a poster of Fire in her wrestling attire. The camera pans around to show the other side of the room. There is a wooden door that is painted to match the walls. The door knob is silver to match the desk. The knob moves and the door swings open as Fire looks to the camera. *
Fire: Welcome to my office. I am sure by all the posters you have sene you might think I am conceded, but this is not the case. It’s just here as a reminder of a past that I wish not to forget. The glory days as one might put it. You know modeling is kinda like the wrestling business. It’s a kill or be killed. In modeling you always had to worry about the next young thing that was joining to make it big and take your glory. You always had to worry about the newcomers being younger, skinnier, prettier, and more eager to do what it takes to get the next contract. It’s kind of the same thing here. You have to worry about the newcomers, but now it’s because they are faster, stronger, and more eager to rip your head from your shoulders.
*Fire walks over and points to a poster that has her and Mr. Showtime both on it. Mr. Showtime is sitting on the hood of a black BMW z4 roadster with his arms around Fire*
Fire: This one was a long time ago. Before Mr. Showtime and I were a married couple. I got him that car as a gift for being the first man to treat me like a person and not a piece of tail. He drives that car still to this day. It has taken us many of places, and many more will follow I am certain.
*Fire smiles enjoying the thoughts of times passed. *
Fire: But back to the business at hand. There are those of you out there that think im riding on Mr. Showtime’s shirt tails. That I am nothing more then a weak link. Well darlings you are all wrong about me. I am not ridding on anyone’s shirt tails, and I am sure as hell not as weak as you would like to think. I am here in POW to pave my own way. I just decided before paving my way threw this business that it would be nice to add one more tag team championship to my record. A little more gold is always nice. Why is it that you men always want to underestimate my abilities? Is it because I am a female? I am going to guess that you underestimate me because you think that females are only objects for you pleasure and not a formidable opponent. So to all of you here in POW I am not someone you can just push over and forget about. I am here to stay, and no matter what it takes I will climb my way to the top of this ladder. I will jump any hurdle you throw my way. I will not back down. I will never surrender.
*Fire leans against the wall*
Fire: That being said lets bring the attention forward to Murderous Intent. What do you guys think you are about? You may be holding gold right now, but nothing is for certain. Things can change, and now they will. There is one more tag team looking for the gold you hold. Mr. Showtime and I will be coming for that gold, and just like you guys we will do whatever necessary to get our hands on that gold. We can fight down and dirty if we have to.
*Fire grabs the steal chair and looks to the camera*
Fire: None of you know what your getting yourselves into. George Duke and Victor Bloodmoon you two are fools. I doubt you two can fight together as one. See that’s what a great tag team does. They work together and make up for each others weak points. Duke you think that you guys can keep my out of the ring. You think I will be easy to get rid of and make it a four on three match. Well fellas you are wrong. I will not be a pushover for any man. I may be female but that in no way makes me weak or stupid. I am ready for what you think your gonna do to me, and Bloodmoon Who exactly are you calling a reject. Seriously do you homework. Mr. Showtime and I may have lost, but we put on a hell of a match. We gave it what attention we thought it deserved. Now this match it will get all of our attention. Neither of you will push us over as easily as it may sound.
*Fire swings the chair at the camera but not close enough to cause damage. She glares at the camera man*
Fire: I think its time you make your exit before I knock out your lights!
*The camera screen reveals a blur as the camera man makes his exit quickly. The scene fades to black*
Fire: Welcome to my office. I am sure by all the posters you have sene you might think I am conceded, but this is not the case. It’s just here as a reminder of a past that I wish not to forget. The glory days as one might put it. You know modeling is kinda like the wrestling business. It’s a kill or be killed. In modeling you always had to worry about the next young thing that was joining to make it big and take your glory. You always had to worry about the newcomers being younger, skinnier, prettier, and more eager to do what it takes to get the next contract. It’s kind of the same thing here. You have to worry about the newcomers, but now it’s because they are faster, stronger, and more eager to rip your head from your shoulders.
*Fire walks over and points to a poster that has her and Mr. Showtime both on it. Mr. Showtime is sitting on the hood of a black BMW z4 roadster with his arms around Fire*
Fire: This one was a long time ago. Before Mr. Showtime and I were a married couple. I got him that car as a gift for being the first man to treat me like a person and not a piece of tail. He drives that car still to this day. It has taken us many of places, and many more will follow I am certain.
*Fire smiles enjoying the thoughts of times passed. *
Fire: But back to the business at hand. There are those of you out there that think im riding on Mr. Showtime’s shirt tails. That I am nothing more then a weak link. Well darlings you are all wrong about me. I am not ridding on anyone’s shirt tails, and I am sure as hell not as weak as you would like to think. I am here in POW to pave my own way. I just decided before paving my way threw this business that it would be nice to add one more tag team championship to my record. A little more gold is always nice. Why is it that you men always want to underestimate my abilities? Is it because I am a female? I am going to guess that you underestimate me because you think that females are only objects for you pleasure and not a formidable opponent. So to all of you here in POW I am not someone you can just push over and forget about. I am here to stay, and no matter what it takes I will climb my way to the top of this ladder. I will jump any hurdle you throw my way. I will not back down. I will never surrender.
*Fire leans against the wall*
Fire: That being said lets bring the attention forward to Murderous Intent. What do you guys think you are about? You may be holding gold right now, but nothing is for certain. Things can change, and now they will. There is one more tag team looking for the gold you hold. Mr. Showtime and I will be coming for that gold, and just like you guys we will do whatever necessary to get our hands on that gold. We can fight down and dirty if we have to.
*Fire grabs the steal chair and looks to the camera*
Fire: None of you know what your getting yourselves into. George Duke and Victor Bloodmoon you two are fools. I doubt you two can fight together as one. See that’s what a great tag team does. They work together and make up for each others weak points. Duke you think that you guys can keep my out of the ring. You think I will be easy to get rid of and make it a four on three match. Well fellas you are wrong. I will not be a pushover for any man. I may be female but that in no way makes me weak or stupid. I am ready for what you think your gonna do to me, and Bloodmoon Who exactly are you calling a reject. Seriously do you homework. Mr. Showtime and I may have lost, but we put on a hell of a match. We gave it what attention we thought it deserved. Now this match it will get all of our attention. Neither of you will push us over as easily as it may sound.
*Fire swings the chair at the camera but not close enough to cause damage. She glares at the camera man*
Fire: I think its time you make your exit before I knock out your lights!
*The camera screen reveals a blur as the camera man makes his exit quickly. The scene fades to black*
