Post by moira on Aug 15, 2007 21:46:42 GMT -6
The scene fades in, and we watch as a man who is not letting a single inch of skin show. White, cloth, gloves covered his hands, and black sleeves started as soon as the gloves stopped. He wore a gold pinstriped blazer over top of his gold plated vest, and a plain black overcoat over that. The man, known only as Mr. Gold, was walking down the rows of graves in a rather small graveyard. The graveyard sat in a small mountainous corner of Romania. Many of the names decorating the various headstones were written in a foreign language. But, that didn’t seem to stop the young woman in front of him. This was the first time Mr. Gold had seen his young female companion wear muted colors, but it was understandable. She thought she had betrayed her mother, and she had had to come here to find out if that was a fact.
Gypsy walked from headstone to headstone, stopping only long enough to read the names written there. She knew that Mr. Gold followed a little behind her, but she also knew that until she said it was ok, he would keep his distance. Finally a name that was burned into her mind, turned up on a single lonely headstone. The teenage girl’s strength faded, and she sank to her knees. The cold ground seeped into her knee caps, as tears fell from her cheeks.
Gypsy: I’m sorry mum. Please forgive me.
That appeared to be the only thing she could manage to say as she repeated it over and over. Mr. Gold stood and watched through the black veil hiding his true identity. He watched, and was the first to notice something impossible happening. A small flower setting in front of the stone chose to bloom in this terrible weather. Gypsy’s eyes peaked open, and she saw the bright petals, that refused to be dimmed by the nasty weather.
Mr. Gold: I think that is her way of saying, you are forgiven.
Gypsy: It’s not just that, this is her favorite flower. She is saying that she is going to be there with me, in everything I do.
Mr. Gold: Then I think we should be going. The match is only in a few hours.
Gypsy: I need to say something. I need to know what she feels about them. I need to know it. First, Night, he is the current holder of the AAA medallion, and is almost as big as the guy I train against. He thinks that a woman’s place is in the kitchen, but really is it a good idea to tell one of your enemies to make you a sandwich. I know I wouldn’t. I mean your hair might fall out. Oh, and I bet he thinks it’s really cool to mock my tears, well Night, lemme tell you this. I will not shed a single tear for you. Not even if you try to break me in two, because it won’t happen. You won’t get the chance to break me in half. All you are going to do is fall, your wasted time as the AAA medallion holder is over. You can whine to Nick Pickles all you want, but that won’t stop me from tearing you apart in that ring.
Mr. Gold: Would you like me to “take care” of him before he gets a chance to enter the ring?
Gypsy: No, he’s mine. As is Graves, I want that homicidal, psycho, maniac that I actually took the time to watch some of his previous matches, and I am now going to make a little note on what Scott Lanegan said about him earlier. You are decent Graves, in the same way that Reggie Starr is decent. In the same way that Shadow and Hellfire are decent, and you are decent in the same way that Nightkiller is decent. So, like Kyle said, I will drop you myself. Although, it might not be as impressive as what my mother did.
Mr. Gold: I have met men like him before. They are always the fastest to fall.
Gypsy: Next is Kyle Nverwinter. He says that Fate guides him, he says that he will not strike a woman, and he says that I will not humiliate him as badly as he did Lance Erikson. Well, Kyle, if that is true, and if you will not strike a woman, how can you stop me from humiliating you. Unless you are a hypocrite. Are you Kyle? Are you the type of person who will say one thing, and do another? I really hope you are. At least then I can enjoy beating you.
Mr. Gold didn’t appear to have anything to add to the young woman’s comment. He knew what her answer would be, and just wasn’t ready to ask that question again.
Gypsy: Scott Lanegan. You are a strange man. A donkey to portray Night in your little
interview thing, that was a pretty good move. I really wish I had thought of it first, though the donkey you got looked a lot more like him then the one I would have got. I just want to say one more thing to you, before we walk into that ring together. Good luck, you’re going to need it.
Flap Flanagan. If Scott is just strange, then you are completely out there. I still respect you, but I will not allow you to take me out in this match. And, I just have to ask you one thing. Please, don’t hump my leg.
Mr. Gold let a little chuckle escape from hidden lips as Gypsy finished her statement.
Gypsy: Kaleb Shadix, I’m surprised you’re so quiet. I’d have figured you’d have said F**K at least once by now, but if all your going to do is show up at the match and be eliminated, that’s fine by me. At least you have one thing to look forward too. Your impending elimination in this match isn’t going to be nearly as hilarious as your match with Rich Morrison.
Mr. Gold: I’m not so sure about that. I’m sure he’ll find it hilarious when he’s the first person lying on the mat.
Gypsy: Finally, I’m down to Eddie Jones. I don’t really think he’ll even make it to the arena today. Probably will be too busy painting.
Mr. Gold: If we want to get to the arena on time. We’ll have to leave very soon.
Gypsy: Yeah, we do need to go. And, now that I know my mother is going to be with me, I’m ready to win this match.
Mr. Gold: When we get there, are you sure you don’t want me at ringside.
Gypsy: I’m positive. Like I said I have my mother, and no offense to you, but she is the most powerful ally I can take into that ring with me.
The scene fades to black as the pair makes their way out of the graveyard.
Gypsy walked from headstone to headstone, stopping only long enough to read the names written there. She knew that Mr. Gold followed a little behind her, but she also knew that until she said it was ok, he would keep his distance. Finally a name that was burned into her mind, turned up on a single lonely headstone. The teenage girl’s strength faded, and she sank to her knees. The cold ground seeped into her knee caps, as tears fell from her cheeks.
Gypsy: I’m sorry mum. Please forgive me.
That appeared to be the only thing she could manage to say as she repeated it over and over. Mr. Gold stood and watched through the black veil hiding his true identity. He watched, and was the first to notice something impossible happening. A small flower setting in front of the stone chose to bloom in this terrible weather. Gypsy’s eyes peaked open, and she saw the bright petals, that refused to be dimmed by the nasty weather.
Mr. Gold: I think that is her way of saying, you are forgiven.
Gypsy: It’s not just that, this is her favorite flower. She is saying that she is going to be there with me, in everything I do.
Mr. Gold: Then I think we should be going. The match is only in a few hours.
Gypsy: I need to say something. I need to know what she feels about them. I need to know it. First, Night, he is the current holder of the AAA medallion, and is almost as big as the guy I train against. He thinks that a woman’s place is in the kitchen, but really is it a good idea to tell one of your enemies to make you a sandwich. I know I wouldn’t. I mean your hair might fall out. Oh, and I bet he thinks it’s really cool to mock my tears, well Night, lemme tell you this. I will not shed a single tear for you. Not even if you try to break me in two, because it won’t happen. You won’t get the chance to break me in half. All you are going to do is fall, your wasted time as the AAA medallion holder is over. You can whine to Nick Pickles all you want, but that won’t stop me from tearing you apart in that ring.
Mr. Gold: Would you like me to “take care” of him before he gets a chance to enter the ring?
Gypsy: No, he’s mine. As is Graves, I want that homicidal, psycho, maniac that I actually took the time to watch some of his previous matches, and I am now going to make a little note on what Scott Lanegan said about him earlier. You are decent Graves, in the same way that Reggie Starr is decent. In the same way that Shadow and Hellfire are decent, and you are decent in the same way that Nightkiller is decent. So, like Kyle said, I will drop you myself. Although, it might not be as impressive as what my mother did.
Mr. Gold: I have met men like him before. They are always the fastest to fall.
Gypsy: Next is Kyle Nverwinter. He says that Fate guides him, he says that he will not strike a woman, and he says that I will not humiliate him as badly as he did Lance Erikson. Well, Kyle, if that is true, and if you will not strike a woman, how can you stop me from humiliating you. Unless you are a hypocrite. Are you Kyle? Are you the type of person who will say one thing, and do another? I really hope you are. At least then I can enjoy beating you.
Mr. Gold didn’t appear to have anything to add to the young woman’s comment. He knew what her answer would be, and just wasn’t ready to ask that question again.
Gypsy: Scott Lanegan. You are a strange man. A donkey to portray Night in your little
interview thing, that was a pretty good move. I really wish I had thought of it first, though the donkey you got looked a lot more like him then the one I would have got. I just want to say one more thing to you, before we walk into that ring together. Good luck, you’re going to need it.
Flap Flanagan. If Scott is just strange, then you are completely out there. I still respect you, but I will not allow you to take me out in this match. And, I just have to ask you one thing. Please, don’t hump my leg.
Mr. Gold let a little chuckle escape from hidden lips as Gypsy finished her statement.
Gypsy: Kaleb Shadix, I’m surprised you’re so quiet. I’d have figured you’d have said F**K at least once by now, but if all your going to do is show up at the match and be eliminated, that’s fine by me. At least you have one thing to look forward too. Your impending elimination in this match isn’t going to be nearly as hilarious as your match with Rich Morrison.
Mr. Gold: I’m not so sure about that. I’m sure he’ll find it hilarious when he’s the first person lying on the mat.
Gypsy: Finally, I’m down to Eddie Jones. I don’t really think he’ll even make it to the arena today. Probably will be too busy painting.
Mr. Gold: If we want to get to the arena on time. We’ll have to leave very soon.
Gypsy: Yeah, we do need to go. And, now that I know my mother is going to be with me, I’m ready to win this match.
Mr. Gold: When we get there, are you sure you don’t want me at ringside.
Gypsy: I’m positive. Like I said I have my mother, and no offense to you, but she is the most powerful ally I can take into that ring with me.
The scene fades to black as the pair makes their way out of the graveyard.