Post by ladydedraca on Jan 31, 2017 16:38:50 GMT
■out of character■ Here we go. Good luck to my opponent
■supporting cast■ Austin J. Mercer
H A N D L E M E
New York City; New York
ON/OFF camera
She never dreamt of being a princess. It was not appealing to fit into a picture created by other people. Funny enough nowadays she carried the moniker ‘The Pale Queen’, a name she did not give herself. A trend that was started many years ago in South Africa, carried over to Japan and wherever else ELENA DEDRACA was appearing. It was a given looking at that porcelain skin, right?
Get a tan bitch?!
Something some promoters had advised over the years. Fit the picture was the mantra of that. Be more like girls from the United States of America. Bigger boobs, Steel abs. And that bleached white teeth. No offense to the ladies, but it caused her to laugh. That was the last thing she wanted to be. Like everyone else. She was her own brand and even though she would never point that out, it was a given truth. Arrogance did hardly fit her and was a waste of the little time given in this life. Instead she was focusing on what was probably the biggest time in her life. Professionally. Ups and Downs were necessary just like pouring rain and sunshine. Why brag?
But you could. You beat him.
Him meant none other than the legend itself LEX COLLINS. Someone that had been part of this business for many years, taking the world by storm. Someone that was still in his prime, as far as the world was concerned. If she had a betting personality this match would have gone a total different way. Not because she didn’t have faith in her own abilities. BUT sometimes battles begin and end in your mind. The actual fight happening in the blink of an eye.
Always the underdog.
Elena was a strong woman. An independent woman. The term underdog did highly amuse her. If anything she was the leading bitch. Getting herself ready for whatever war there was to come. It was always the same. Just the names and faces changed. This time the other face was called BAILEY KAITLIN HUFF. Who? Yeah.
She had been sitting inside this nicely decorated room for what felt like a lifetime. At least a dozen people running around, trying to get everything ready. Correction, get her ready. The girl that was so used to wear ripped jeans and band t- shirts. The same that would leave her hair messy and just put a head on. But not today. El was sipping from her cherry coke and felt another needle poking her in the scalp. Playing around on her phone till a well known face appeared in the mirror, not yet dressed up. Handsome though. AUSTIN JAMES MERCER.
“Hey Ma” He smirked, a small arrogant boyish grin he enjoyed flashing. His words meant in jest but with a strong sense of love for her. His hands slid into the front pockets of his jeans as he studied her and tilted his head.
“What is it? I know I look like an idiot.” She said when looking into the huge mirror. Curlers getting this raven black mess in form. Or attempting. And while her look pretended to sulk, her voice was smooth.
Austin scoffed and moved closer to her, his hand reaching out to hers to give it a small squeeze. “An idiot?” He laughed to himself and studied her face. “You’re beautiful, and you’ll be freakin gorgeous when my dad see’s you…” He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand staring down with a grin.
“I guess I am just not used to this girly stuff. Hence I sent them all out. Including your lovely girlfriend.” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “You making sure I don’t run away?”
Austin ran a hand through his long brown hair and smiled awkwardly. “Actually, I just really wanted to see you.” He backed up and sat down on a chair against the wall cupping his hands together. “Look, I know in the beginning I was vocal about you and dad but. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him Elena.” Austin's voice went from strong and confident to quiet and calm with a hint of worry.
There was a long pause where she just looked at him. Not directly but through the mirror. It always had been easier for her to analyse other people. Taking care of their emotions and worries than her own. But today there was no way out. Busted.
“You didn’t always make it easy for me, that is true. But as I got to know you a little better- it was easier to understand. And I learnt to love you. You’re a lot like me Austin.” She turned around in her chair. “So used to be tough because the world expects that. Always lashing out before others can. You have been raised to be a workaholic, I taught myself that. Because even on my wedding day my mind is drifting off.”
She shrugged her shoulders a little showing him the screen of her smartphone. On there a YouTube video paused from the last Phoenix Wrestling show. To be exact, the match of her upcoming opponent. Austin looked at the screen and laughed to himself rolling his eyes.
“Well I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Always doing your homework. Always trying to be the best.” He stood up and walked over pulling her into a soft hug whispering. “I’m so proud of you, blessed to have you in my life as my friend and now as family. I love you….Ma” He giggled and pulled back embarrassed.
“Of course you are not surprised. But that just means you understand how important this is to me. I often have been rumored to be heartless, Merciless. Cold. We both know that is far from the truth. My heart is beating in a pace that is by no means healthy. I am excited for today. I still feel the high of facing Lex. But in the back of my mind there is this little voice that reminds me.” She rubbed his cheek softly. “The marathon ain’t over yet. I earned this.”
“It’s never over. What we do, I’ve been out of it but my mind is always there. You deserve all the success in the world.” He smiled warmly and kissed her cheek.
“Is it bad that I think of myself as the best? That I can picture myself as the winner of this tournament?” Her eyes once more went back to his face. Holding his hand softly. “Every participant probably will say that. But I worked harder than most. Returning from a two year break. I don’t do this for anyone but myself Austin and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.”
The smile that now appeared on her face was honest. All the hardness had left her expression for one moment. In the frame of the mirror appeared a bunch of people. Lisa with Isabella on her arm. Pixie followed by Lara. They all came. Smiling.
Tomorrow we take the world pinky. But today we celebrate life for what it is.
K O N I C H I W A B I T C H E S
New York City; New York
ON/OFF camera
28th of January; 1.50 pm
still Wedding Day
The hours passed way too quickly. All around she had lost focus on what was happening, people taking care of whatever was left to do. Hair, make- up. And on top of the mountain, the dress. It required the most time and meant for her to stand on a small podest letting them do the Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo. Just in this very moment there was a petite female underneath that dress, fixing something on her lingerie.
Uncomfortable. HIGHLY uncomfortable.
“I will admit that the scene is a little obscure and unorthodox, but sometimes you gotta make the best of the time given. Can anyone believe how far into the Iron King Tournament we have come? And how the air becomes thinner when getting closer to the top? How people become tense and try to stab each other. It is the kind of scenery that motivates me. Not sure you can understand the sort of push that brings out the best and worst in you. That drives you crazy and yet keeps you on your toes. I might not be a poet, but that is the best way to describe the wuthering heights inside of me.” She winked towards the camera. Smiling. “I am certain some of the viewers understand the innuendo. Not too many though. Let’s focus on what truly matters though. BKH. Yeah. I decided to call you that because time is short and all that. Impressive victory. Great you made it to the next round. I think. Maybe. Well, I don’t really know. I won’t say you had it easy in the previous rounds because it is a given that the talent in this tournament is top notch. But ask yourself this, have you really been challenged?”
Elena made a small pause feeling soft hands touching her thigh when fixing the garter. Every cell of her body wanted to kick out. Instead she focused.
“Now, I can almost picture you when hearing that. No one is a challenge for you Bailey, right? You are better than the rest of us. I don’t expect you to know me or to do any research. It is not necessary. The past shall not prepare you for the future. Someone like me, that has been in this business for over a decade, is all for pushing new talent. Unfortunately I got no filter darling. I got manners, but that won't stop me from telling you exactly what I think of you. A talented young girl that is way too busy trying to downtalk her opponents. Another brick in the wall. If we played a round of Jenga, you would be the weak stone.” An untypical giggle was heard. “But maybe that is not fair. Maybe underneath all this attitude rests a decent person. Someone that really wants to make it in this business. Or are you just what they call a cookie cutter? Fading as fast as a fallen star. Time will tell, although that is your biggest problem. Because with every tick tock you coming closer to the next Redemption. And there I am waiting for you. There is no way to run my pet.”
She lifted her dress dangerously high to see what the ladies were doing. They gave her a sorry smile before going back to bring everything in shape. Elena shrugged her shoulders, licking over those dark red lips.
“All jokes aside though for a moment. My last match was probably the biggest of my career. It was not for a title. It was not the final of this tournament. But it was Lex Collins. Considering where this man has been and what he has done, no one saw me coming. No matter what you think you know about me Bailey, I will prove you wrong. Forcing you to think outside the box. Those that been in a fight with me know first hand what makes me dangerous. I know how to adapt to almost every wrestling style. Comes handy that I have traveled the world for three years. From South Africa to Japan. Soaking in whatever they were willing to teach. Bring your submission moves. But be aware who you are up against. I will do whatever is necessary to break them, even if it means to break you. And I don’t even say that to be harsh, it is my philosophy darling. I am not the type of person that brags about former achievements or gets a high out of shaming other competitors. Insecurity is a evil little bitch. And I know it lives in all of us. Telling us we ain’t good enough.”
The crew finally stepped away allowing her to look at herself in the mirror. A person smiled at her. Someone she didn’t know. A stranger. But when focusing on the dark, brown eyes- she was still there. Despite the fancy dress and the hair. This was still Elena DeDraca. The british raven.
“Glue together a little speech. Tell me all the things I have heard a thousand times. Taunt my accent and pale skin. But never lose sight of what is important. In less than a year I ran through every bit of competition given. I did seek fights for the thrill of it. And I entered Phoenix Wrestling with a message. I will be noticed. Look at me Bailey.” She ran her hands over the wedding dress. A vicious smile spreading. “I look like a lady, don’t I? But I got a confession to make, come closer my heart. I wouldn’t hesitate going down in the mud with it. Putting crimson highlights all over the white. This is the urge that rests inside of a fighter. The itch that has to be scratched every so often. And this time Bailey, you are my itch. Or was it bitch. Excuse the language. Either way this really comes down to one thing. Who wants this more? Who is willing to lay it all on the line? The wrestling gods want something from all of us. Blood. Sweat. Tears.”
There was a knock at the door. Her eyes fell on the huge watch that hung right behind her. It was time. She slowly stepped off the podest and rolled her neck. A cracking noise here and there that caused the ladies to shiver. Pathetic.
“Now listen inside yourself Bailey, break the silence. Are you willing to give a combination of all these things?” Her hand rested on the doorknob. A last look over her shoulder. “Because I am.”
Sometimes you have to sacrifice who you are for who you can be.
■supporting cast■ Austin J. Mercer
■■■■■■
H A N D L E M E
New York City; New York
ON/OFF camera
She never dreamt of being a princess. It was not appealing to fit into a picture created by other people. Funny enough nowadays she carried the moniker ‘The Pale Queen’, a name she did not give herself. A trend that was started many years ago in South Africa, carried over to Japan and wherever else ELENA DEDRACA was appearing. It was a given looking at that porcelain skin, right?
Get a tan bitch?!
Something some promoters had advised over the years. Fit the picture was the mantra of that. Be more like girls from the United States of America. Bigger boobs, Steel abs. And that bleached white teeth. No offense to the ladies, but it caused her to laugh. That was the last thing she wanted to be. Like everyone else. She was her own brand and even though she would never point that out, it was a given truth. Arrogance did hardly fit her and was a waste of the little time given in this life. Instead she was focusing on what was probably the biggest time in her life. Professionally. Ups and Downs were necessary just like pouring rain and sunshine. Why brag?
But you could. You beat him.
Him meant none other than the legend itself LEX COLLINS. Someone that had been part of this business for many years, taking the world by storm. Someone that was still in his prime, as far as the world was concerned. If she had a betting personality this match would have gone a total different way. Not because she didn’t have faith in her own abilities. BUT sometimes battles begin and end in your mind. The actual fight happening in the blink of an eye.
Always the underdog.
Elena was a strong woman. An independent woman. The term underdog did highly amuse her. If anything she was the leading bitch. Getting herself ready for whatever war there was to come. It was always the same. Just the names and faces changed. This time the other face was called BAILEY KAITLIN HUFF. Who? Yeah.
28th of January; 10.30 am
Wedding Day
She had been sitting inside this nicely decorated room for what felt like a lifetime. At least a dozen people running around, trying to get everything ready. Correction, get her ready. The girl that was so used to wear ripped jeans and band t- shirts. The same that would leave her hair messy and just put a head on. But not today. El was sipping from her cherry coke and felt another needle poking her in the scalp. Playing around on her phone till a well known face appeared in the mirror, not yet dressed up. Handsome though. AUSTIN JAMES MERCER.
“Hey Ma” He smirked, a small arrogant boyish grin he enjoyed flashing. His words meant in jest but with a strong sense of love for her. His hands slid into the front pockets of his jeans as he studied her and tilted his head.
“What is it? I know I look like an idiot.” She said when looking into the huge mirror. Curlers getting this raven black mess in form. Or attempting. And while her look pretended to sulk, her voice was smooth.
Austin scoffed and moved closer to her, his hand reaching out to hers to give it a small squeeze. “An idiot?” He laughed to himself and studied her face. “You’re beautiful, and you’ll be freakin gorgeous when my dad see’s you…” He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand staring down with a grin.
“I guess I am just not used to this girly stuff. Hence I sent them all out. Including your lovely girlfriend.” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “You making sure I don’t run away?”
Austin ran a hand through his long brown hair and smiled awkwardly. “Actually, I just really wanted to see you.” He backed up and sat down on a chair against the wall cupping his hands together. “Look, I know in the beginning I was vocal about you and dad but. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him Elena.” Austin's voice went from strong and confident to quiet and calm with a hint of worry.
There was a long pause where she just looked at him. Not directly but through the mirror. It always had been easier for her to analyse other people. Taking care of their emotions and worries than her own. But today there was no way out. Busted.
“You didn’t always make it easy for me, that is true. But as I got to know you a little better- it was easier to understand. And I learnt to love you. You’re a lot like me Austin.” She turned around in her chair. “So used to be tough because the world expects that. Always lashing out before others can. You have been raised to be a workaholic, I taught myself that. Because even on my wedding day my mind is drifting off.”
She shrugged her shoulders a little showing him the screen of her smartphone. On there a YouTube video paused from the last Phoenix Wrestling show. To be exact, the match of her upcoming opponent. Austin looked at the screen and laughed to himself rolling his eyes.
“Well I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Always doing your homework. Always trying to be the best.” He stood up and walked over pulling her into a soft hug whispering. “I’m so proud of you, blessed to have you in my life as my friend and now as family. I love you….Ma” He giggled and pulled back embarrassed.
“Of course you are not surprised. But that just means you understand how important this is to me. I often have been rumored to be heartless, Merciless. Cold. We both know that is far from the truth. My heart is beating in a pace that is by no means healthy. I am excited for today. I still feel the high of facing Lex. But in the back of my mind there is this little voice that reminds me.” She rubbed his cheek softly. “The marathon ain’t over yet. I earned this.”
“It’s never over. What we do, I’ve been out of it but my mind is always there. You deserve all the success in the world.” He smiled warmly and kissed her cheek.
“Is it bad that I think of myself as the best? That I can picture myself as the winner of this tournament?” Her eyes once more went back to his face. Holding his hand softly. “Every participant probably will say that. But I worked harder than most. Returning from a two year break. I don’t do this for anyone but myself Austin and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.”
The smile that now appeared on her face was honest. All the hardness had left her expression for one moment. In the frame of the mirror appeared a bunch of people. Lisa with Isabella on her arm. Pixie followed by Lara. They all came. Smiling.
Tomorrow we take the world pinky. But today we celebrate life for what it is.
K O N I C H I W A B I T C H E S
New York City; New York
ON/OFF camera
28th of January; 1.50 pm
still Wedding Day
The hours passed way too quickly. All around she had lost focus on what was happening, people taking care of whatever was left to do. Hair, make- up. And on top of the mountain, the dress. It required the most time and meant for her to stand on a small podest letting them do the Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo. Just in this very moment there was a petite female underneath that dress, fixing something on her lingerie.
Uncomfortable. HIGHLY uncomfortable.
“I will admit that the scene is a little obscure and unorthodox, but sometimes you gotta make the best of the time given. Can anyone believe how far into the Iron King Tournament we have come? And how the air becomes thinner when getting closer to the top? How people become tense and try to stab each other. It is the kind of scenery that motivates me. Not sure you can understand the sort of push that brings out the best and worst in you. That drives you crazy and yet keeps you on your toes. I might not be a poet, but that is the best way to describe the wuthering heights inside of me.” She winked towards the camera. Smiling. “I am certain some of the viewers understand the innuendo. Not too many though. Let’s focus on what truly matters though. BKH. Yeah. I decided to call you that because time is short and all that. Impressive victory. Great you made it to the next round. I think. Maybe. Well, I don’t really know. I won’t say you had it easy in the previous rounds because it is a given that the talent in this tournament is top notch. But ask yourself this, have you really been challenged?”
Elena made a small pause feeling soft hands touching her thigh when fixing the garter. Every cell of her body wanted to kick out. Instead she focused.
“Now, I can almost picture you when hearing that. No one is a challenge for you Bailey, right? You are better than the rest of us. I don’t expect you to know me or to do any research. It is not necessary. The past shall not prepare you for the future. Someone like me, that has been in this business for over a decade, is all for pushing new talent. Unfortunately I got no filter darling. I got manners, but that won't stop me from telling you exactly what I think of you. A talented young girl that is way too busy trying to downtalk her opponents. Another brick in the wall. If we played a round of Jenga, you would be the weak stone.” An untypical giggle was heard. “But maybe that is not fair. Maybe underneath all this attitude rests a decent person. Someone that really wants to make it in this business. Or are you just what they call a cookie cutter? Fading as fast as a fallen star. Time will tell, although that is your biggest problem. Because with every tick tock you coming closer to the next Redemption. And there I am waiting for you. There is no way to run my pet.”
She lifted her dress dangerously high to see what the ladies were doing. They gave her a sorry smile before going back to bring everything in shape. Elena shrugged her shoulders, licking over those dark red lips.
“All jokes aside though for a moment. My last match was probably the biggest of my career. It was not for a title. It was not the final of this tournament. But it was Lex Collins. Considering where this man has been and what he has done, no one saw me coming. No matter what you think you know about me Bailey, I will prove you wrong. Forcing you to think outside the box. Those that been in a fight with me know first hand what makes me dangerous. I know how to adapt to almost every wrestling style. Comes handy that I have traveled the world for three years. From South Africa to Japan. Soaking in whatever they were willing to teach. Bring your submission moves. But be aware who you are up against. I will do whatever is necessary to break them, even if it means to break you. And I don’t even say that to be harsh, it is my philosophy darling. I am not the type of person that brags about former achievements or gets a high out of shaming other competitors. Insecurity is a evil little bitch. And I know it lives in all of us. Telling us we ain’t good enough.”
The crew finally stepped away allowing her to look at herself in the mirror. A person smiled at her. Someone she didn’t know. A stranger. But when focusing on the dark, brown eyes- she was still there. Despite the fancy dress and the hair. This was still Elena DeDraca. The british raven.
“Glue together a little speech. Tell me all the things I have heard a thousand times. Taunt my accent and pale skin. But never lose sight of what is important. In less than a year I ran through every bit of competition given. I did seek fights for the thrill of it. And I entered Phoenix Wrestling with a message. I will be noticed. Look at me Bailey.” She ran her hands over the wedding dress. A vicious smile spreading. “I look like a lady, don’t I? But I got a confession to make, come closer my heart. I wouldn’t hesitate going down in the mud with it. Putting crimson highlights all over the white. This is the urge that rests inside of a fighter. The itch that has to be scratched every so often. And this time Bailey, you are my itch. Or was it bitch. Excuse the language. Either way this really comes down to one thing. Who wants this more? Who is willing to lay it all on the line? The wrestling gods want something from all of us. Blood. Sweat. Tears.”
There was a knock at the door. Her eyes fell on the huge watch that hung right behind her. It was time. She slowly stepped off the podest and rolled her neck. A cracking noise here and there that caused the ladies to shiver. Pathetic.
“Now listen inside yourself Bailey, break the silence. Are you willing to give a combination of all these things?” Her hand rested on the doorknob. A last look over her shoulder. “Because I am.”
Sometimes you have to sacrifice who you are for who you can be.
The Pale Queen
