DARKSIDE
Main-Eventer
Minion & Angel
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 7, 2010 9:56:54 GMT -5
Some time after her tag team match against Angel and the newcomer, Ciarra Donnelly, Sasha Sinister has made her way out to the ring for another round of posturing and self-absorption...
Well, there you have it. Our first match of 2010 and look what happened! Sabrina and I delivered on all our promises. We came, we saw....we kicked their arses! Even a veteran and a "so-called" champion couldn't withstand The Twisted Sisters. I mean, you almost have to feel bad for the poor little wench. She had to carry that rookie around on her back all night long. The weight of it all was just too much to bear....and she went fallin' down like London Bridge, she did! Ha ha ha haaaa......
Which brings me to you, Ciarra Donnelly. From the clan Donnelly, no doubt. You see, there's a problem 'ere, darling. I'm British. You're Irish. We don't like each other! It's nothing personal. This feud goes back hundreds of years. Now, you've brought it right to me front door, ya bloody cow! That's why.....I want you, one-on-one. Next week, you and me. No outside help. No Angel to take the fall for you. Not this time, luv! It felt good to drive me knuckles into yer 'ead at the end our that match last night...and I want more!
Sasha springs up and perches herself on the top turnbuckle.
I know you're back there, deary. I know you are listening. Come on out and be a hero! You'll soon find out, when you play the hero against THIS super-villain....the hero gets crushed.
(tag)
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Post by Ciarra Donnelly on Feb 8, 2010 1:23:08 GMT -5
Without any theme music, or special theatrics, Ciarra Donnelly arrives with her battle axe swung behind her back, holding the handle of it with her war-beaten hands. As she walks down the entrance ramp, a look of serene confidence still on her face, she smirks and shakes her head as she climbs up the steps and into the squared-circle. Upon being handed a microphone, she leans lazily in the opposite corner turnbuckle, and shrugs. The crowd wasn't sure how to respond.
"Heroes, villains, is there much of a difference other then the morality of both parties?" She smiles as she pauses. "No, seriously. The 'hero' is one who wants to achieve somethin' of great moral standards. Such as savin' people, or givin' people goodwill. Whereas the 'villain' wants to achieve dominance, and rule his or her land with an iron fist to bring forth his or her own personal values. Both of them want somethin', and depending on what that somethin' is, they're either loved or hated for it." Ciarra then stands up straight, and continues her smirk as she raises her mighty axe into the air. "This battle axe, my darlin' weapon of destruction, one swing and it burns the sky. One swing, and it stains my face with my opposition's red blood. One swing, and I gain all my glory." Bringing her axe down, she pauses. "And that's why I'm here. Do you understand? I'm not here to please the fans, I'm not here to be anyone's divine heroine." The crowd then begins to choose sides as a thundering boo begins to echo throughout the arena.
Upon the crowd's reaction, Ciarra simply smirks and confidently shakes her head. "Just because I teamed with our champion for a night doesn't mean I have an alliance towards her. Certainly I thought my performance during our battle a week ago showcased this. I wanted to see what Angle had. I wanted to see what our Angels champion was all about. Unfortunately, she left me utterly disappointed." Quite suddenly she then swings her battle axe at the turnbuckle with force, causing it to cut into two, allowing the padding inside it to flow out. "CHAMPIONS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE UNSTOPPABLE. CHAMPIONS ARE SUPPOSED TO WORTHY OF THEIR TITLE. CHAMPIONS. NEVER. LOSE. She is simply unfitting, she is simply incapable of being whatever this company declares her to be." Diverting her attention back towards the Twisted Sister she points the battle axe at her. "Tonight I officially start my road towards glory. Tonight, I officially make myself known to the world. It all starts with you. I could careless of your nationality. I could careless of you sex. It doesn't matter to me, because with my mighty axe, I will roar of my first victory as I drive this weapon into your head, and show the world that I am more worthy then that fallen angel.
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DARKSIDE
Main-Eventer
Minion & Angel
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 8, 2010 14:37:16 GMT -5
Sasha's expression shows she isn't quite sure what going on...
What the 'ell are you on about, luv? Swingin' yer axe and all that? I called out Ciarra Donnelly and instead, I get Conan the bloody Librarian! What kind of bollocks is this?
Sasha walks past the turnbuckle that was damaged by the axe...
Damaging company property is bad form. Hope you can afford to pay for it with the loser's share of the money you got the other night. You really should consider trading up for the winning team, luv. Angel is bad luck....and complete rubbish! At least we can agree on that!
But, from the tone of your little monologue just now, it sounds like you want to use me as a stepping stone toward the title. Well, I've got news for YOU, deary. Sasha Sinister is no stepping stone. To get over on me, it'll be like climbing Everest! Very few have succeeded....and most of those who failed met their untimely DOOM!!
You wanna throw another log on your funeral pyre, luv? If you want another go at me, Ciarra....that's fine with me. In fact, just to prove I can beat your arse up and down this arena, let's make it.....a Falls Count Anywhere match!
Sasha approaches Ciarra with a mischevous sparkle in her eye...
You and your little axe there. You look a lot like a "hero" to me. Play your role and do what you will,but I will always be a villain! This isn't World of Warcraft, luv!
Sasha starts to walk away, but turns and delivers her parting remarks to Ciarra.
This is real life, deary. The "good guys" don't always win!
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Post by Ciarra Donnelly on Feb 8, 2010 16:00:51 GMT -5
(OOC: FCA matches are a bitch to sim, given once they go outside the ring, the camera angle doesn't zoom up on them, and we're stuck watching a match from a far away angle. They end up sorta boring to watch. =/ And we don't actually have much of a build for a specialty match yet.)
"You say that, yet our crowd tells us otherwise." Which was true, the crowd seemed to cheering on Sasha's antics, while they continued to disagree with Ciarra's. "I haven't a clue what this "World of Warcraft" is, but I have climbed mountains. Mount Everest wasn't easy by any means, but I succeeded." She then looks down at her axe, and relaxes her shoulders. "We had to slay a wilder beast, it's dry blood still lingers upon this axe." Ciarra smiles as she gets a short flashback of the night she and her axe killed the massive shadow-y being. Bringing herself back to reality she continues. "I will not play by your games, this isn't your road towards glory. You don't have anythin' to prove. You don't have anythin' to fight for. Why make it harder upon yourself, when you could take the far easier route and face me in traditional singles warfare?" The crowd begins to boo as Ciarra just robbed them of a specialty match. "I'll just assume you had a lack of judgment. Certainly a match where I can freely use any device of my choosin' would put you at the disadvantage." She throws her axe into the air as it twirls and lands perfectly back into her hand. "Besides, this way we level the playin' field."
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DARKSIDE
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Minion & Angel
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 8, 2010 16:22:11 GMT -5
Sasha, thinking she had the last word, turns around as Ciarra speaks....her expression one of sheer frustration.
So that's 'ow it is then? A singles match? Not too bloody interesting, that. But, whatever gets your face and me fists in close proximity, luv....I'll take it.
Shame you don't see things more my way. Figured a blowhard like yourself would want to go out in a blaze of glory and put on a great show for these people out 'ere. Maybe the big, nasty warrior princess is just spooked that I might wield a weapon a little better than she does. It'll take more than your little Renaissance Fair souvenir to take me down, deary.
That's too bad for you. You're gonna need all the 'elp you can get!
(tag)
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Post by Ciarra Donnelly on Feb 8, 2010 19:54:17 GMT -5
Ciarra merely smirks. "As I told ya before, I don't give a rat's behind on what these people want." Laughing a little she continues, "I'm not a people person, their concerns, their wishes, and their desires are of no genuine interest to me." The crowd gives her a piece of their mind as Ciarra continues to chuckle. "Because when it all comes down to it, they're not the ones who will win me my championship. When it all comes down to it, they're not the ones who made me the most dominatin' force on this god forsaken planet. When it all comes down to it, they're not the ones who stand triumphantly over the bodies of my fallen foes." The crowd finally erupts in a hail storm of profanity towards Ciarra as she merely basks in all her glory. After a short minute she continues, "Just look into my eyes. Am I spooked? Am I frightened? Why would I be? You don't even pose as a distinguishable threat." She swings her battle axe over her shoulder as the crowd continues to give her their passionate heat. Leaving the ring, she walks up the entrance ramp, but before she reaches the curtains she pauses, and looks back at Sasha. "And bring your 'heroes' cape. I'm going to need something to wipe your blood off my face." One final smirk to the fired up crowd, and she leaves the scene.
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