Post by aeryn on Aug 10, 2013 17:08:07 GMT -5
~The scene opens. A car can be seen driving through the arrid landscape of Pheonix, Arizon, the tires churning up the dust on the road surface as it speeds along the hot asphalt. Inside, Aeryn Ashfield looks down at the temerature gauge on the dashboard, blue neon light glare back at her.~
Aeryn Ashfield: 100 and freaking 5!
~She pokes a finger at the air con button, once...twice, nothing.~
Aeryn Ashfield: Fucking cheap rental cars! They want me to boil to death in this tin can and charge me for the privilege. God i'll be glad when i land back in Chicago!
~She rolls down the windows and tries to get some relief from the heat building inside the car. On the seat next to her, her phone flash a text message. MPW. Checking the road ahead quickly she sees nothing but more of the black ribbon winding its way through the desert. Reaching down she presses a button on her phone opening the message. Its from the booking team notifying her of her match for this weeks show.~
Aeryn Ashfield: 'Wolfman' Lance Smith in the first match, alright!
~A smile crosses her lips at the thought of finally getting back in the ring, the only thing so far that she has had cause to smile about since entering Pheonix. Turning on the radio she settles back into the driving seat as the car winds it way down the road. The song that can be heard filling the early evening air. Skillet, Feel like a monster.
~ Later inside the arena. Aeryn is found walking down a corridor in a quiet area of the arena, she happens across the production truck and a stack of creates piled neatly off to the side. Walking over, she perches herself on the edge of one.~
Aeryn Ashfield: MPW. Brand new week, brand new show, brand new era. The era of Aeryn Ashfield has arrived, live and in colour. You may not know me yet and thats just fine because you soon will, i promise you that. I intend to insert myself firmly into the mix of jocks, jerks, freaks and ner-do-well's inhabiting this illustrious company and re-arrange the title situation to place one of those beautiful belts around my equally beautifully constructed waist.
~She places a hand on her stomach and runs it across her body.~
But i digress. MPW Reloaded, and i am to face another MPW new comer, 'Wolfman' Lance Smith. Now i have had my fair share of matches against men, and i have also had my fair share of matches against so called "monsters", but never have i had an opponent with a werewolf complex, thats a new one! Not that i hold that against you, we all have our problems bro.
So what am i to do with this lycanthrope? Do i fight the man and risk enraging the beast? Or do i fight the beast and do irreparable damage to the man?
~Aeryn raises her hand to her chin, holding it in contemplation.~
Aeryn Ashfield: You see the problem i am facing, a real doozy!
~She then rolls her eyes in distane, dropping her hand from her face~
Aeryn Ashfield: Or do we just drop this whole charade, 'Wolfman'! You are no more werewolf than i am the virgin Mary. But you know what, i am open to being proved wrong and so i am issuing you a challenge. When we meet on Sunday at Reloaded i dont want to be standing across the ring from 'nice guy' Lance Smith, i want to be staring down the beast. The spitting, snarling savage that you claim inhabits you. I want you to bring that bad boy out to play. I am planning to make an impact in this company and there would be no better way to start than defeating you as a true blue beast!
~Aeryn hops down from the create and begins to walk off down the corridor.~
Aeryn Ashfield: See you Sunday Wolfman. Dont let me down!
Aeryn Ashfield: 100 and freaking 5!
~She pokes a finger at the air con button, once...twice, nothing.~
Aeryn Ashfield: Fucking cheap rental cars! They want me to boil to death in this tin can and charge me for the privilege. God i'll be glad when i land back in Chicago!
~She rolls down the windows and tries to get some relief from the heat building inside the car. On the seat next to her, her phone flash a text message. MPW. Checking the road ahead quickly she sees nothing but more of the black ribbon winding its way through the desert. Reaching down she presses a button on her phone opening the message. Its from the booking team notifying her of her match for this weeks show.~
Aeryn Ashfield: 'Wolfman' Lance Smith in the first match, alright!
~A smile crosses her lips at the thought of finally getting back in the ring, the only thing so far that she has had cause to smile about since entering Pheonix. Turning on the radio she settles back into the driving seat as the car winds it way down the road. The song that can be heard filling the early evening air. Skillet, Feel like a monster.
~ Later inside the arena. Aeryn is found walking down a corridor in a quiet area of the arena, she happens across the production truck and a stack of creates piled neatly off to the side. Walking over, she perches herself on the edge of one.~
Aeryn Ashfield: MPW. Brand new week, brand new show, brand new era. The era of Aeryn Ashfield has arrived, live and in colour. You may not know me yet and thats just fine because you soon will, i promise you that. I intend to insert myself firmly into the mix of jocks, jerks, freaks and ner-do-well's inhabiting this illustrious company and re-arrange the title situation to place one of those beautiful belts around my equally beautifully constructed waist.
~She places a hand on her stomach and runs it across her body.~
But i digress. MPW Reloaded, and i am to face another MPW new comer, 'Wolfman' Lance Smith. Now i have had my fair share of matches against men, and i have also had my fair share of matches against so called "monsters", but never have i had an opponent with a werewolf complex, thats a new one! Not that i hold that against you, we all have our problems bro.
So what am i to do with this lycanthrope? Do i fight the man and risk enraging the beast? Or do i fight the beast and do irreparable damage to the man?
~Aeryn raises her hand to her chin, holding it in contemplation.~
Aeryn Ashfield: You see the problem i am facing, a real doozy!
~She then rolls her eyes in distane, dropping her hand from her face~
Aeryn Ashfield: Or do we just drop this whole charade, 'Wolfman'! You are no more werewolf than i am the virgin Mary. But you know what, i am open to being proved wrong and so i am issuing you a challenge. When we meet on Sunday at Reloaded i dont want to be standing across the ring from 'nice guy' Lance Smith, i want to be staring down the beast. The spitting, snarling savage that you claim inhabits you. I want you to bring that bad boy out to play. I am planning to make an impact in this company and there would be no better way to start than defeating you as a true blue beast!
~Aeryn hops down from the create and begins to walk off down the corridor.~
Aeryn Ashfield: See you Sunday Wolfman. Dont let me down!