Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 0:15:29 GMT -5
"A tree can make 10000 matchsticks. But 1 matchstick can burn 10000 trees. So never underestimate small things in life it may have potential to burn everything!" ~ unknown
"So the Superhero NEEDS to be better than people..."
Laila shakes her head as she watches Roxi Johnson's latest promo on her smart phone. She's sitting on a bench in what appears to be the newly named 'Olympia Wrestling Club's' women's changing room. She turns to see that Bliss is drying her hair off with a towel, from beneath it in a muffled voice she answers.
Bliss: That's her catch phrase. That she needs to be better than everyone she faces. Fucked if it didn't piss me off every single time.
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: But you let it get to you and that's why I succeeded where you could not. I don't let anybody's words move me. They simply are not worth it. She can claim to be better than anybody in this company but fact is...Trey and Jackson have both beat her, two of the best talents this company has to offer besides you and yours truly. She's squaring off against a group that has nothing but wins against her little resistance. And just like all those times, they will continue to prove how much of a dominant unstoppable force they are.
Bliss gives her a raised eyebrow
Bliss: That sounds really fucking creepy you know
She laughs
Laila: That's the point. I want to be creepy. I want people to fear me. Best of all, I don't want anybody to associate me with the name I adopted when I first came to the States. When people think of Camilla they think weakness. They think of a woman that couldn't fight her own battles and ran to...
Bliss cuts her off
Bliss: What did I tell you about saying that name...
Laila smirks
Laila: But I was mostly under the wing of your friend Electra.
Bliss: Lexi and I have a weird relationship.
There are a few minutes of awkward silence before Laila speaks again.
Laila: I'm thankful that you took my proposition seriously and that you agreed that it was in your best interest to train me further.
Bliss looks almost angry.
Bliss: Well what you said made sense. I'm probably never going to get the chance to get my retribution on Roxi and the fact that she dissed my apology on twitter just renewed my fire to kick her ass. I suppose she sensed my insincerity. I don't give a rats ass...about that... about the sin city title.... I don't even care about the world title either....what bothers me is her lack of respect for anybody and how she accused me of assimilating to the views of the AOA when I WAS the AOA. That was all me. Drake might have been the person in front. The person fortunate enough to get his hands on that title but he wouldn't even be known for anything if it weren't for me pulling the strings.... Was it a mistake to get involved with him? Probably but it sure was fun and it made Jax open up his fool eyes and see that I was drowning. I'm not one of these girls that need a saviour but I will tell you... if he hadn't of pulled me out I probably would have suffocated.
Laila rolls her eyes and fakes a yawn. Bliss takes a deep aggravated sigh.
Laila: Oh I'm sorry, were you talking? Let me just get this straight right now love... I don't give a crap about your personal life. I don't care that you had relationships with Adian Caine, Drake Hunter or whoever else you've dingled in this company. I'm not your girlfriend and I don't care about your feelings. I'm here because your one of the best women competitors to have ever graced an MPW ring and I know that you can give me that edge I need to complete my training...so if the conversation isn't about any of those things... just shut up
Bliss is across the short distance in seconds, grabbing Laila by the throat. Laila lets out a throaty laugh, smirking at the woman even though the grip is cutting off the air to her lungs.
Laila: See, I knew the Bliss everyone remembers was still in there...
She coughs and chokes a little but makes no attempt to try and get free. She continues to talk with strain in her voice.
Laila: But I was honest in that statement, I wasn't doing it to piss you off but if it maybe brought you back from this good hearted Dorothy routine than... bully for me, bully for the whole damn world.
Bliss continues to stare up at her with angry eyes before she finally lets her go. Laila crashes to the floor while Bliss rubs her wrist where Laila can clearly see the thick white scar. She makes no attempt to hide her gaze when Bliss catches her staring.
Laila: Why the hell are you training people anyway... shouldn't you be negotiating a new contract with MPW? Raise hell. Join IA and show Roxi and all the others that you are and should be World title material?
Laila lifts herself to the bench and rubs lightly at her throat, knowing there is probably a big red handprint there. Bliss takes an angry deep sigh before dropping to the bench across from her.
Bliss: I don't think MPW can handle me but yes, I do want to get back in a real ring, not just training people to assimilate my moves.
Laila smirks again.
Laila: Like Emi using your Devine Punishment?
Bliss closes her eyes.
Bliss: Yes. She still can't do it better than me.
Laila: Of course not. You patented that move. So MPW isn't where you want to go back to, why not look into other companies. Just because Jackson is in MPW doesn't mean you have to be there or nowhere.
Bliss' eyes narrow at the darker woman.
Bliss: Are you trying to get a wedge in-between me and Jax? So you can make your move?
Laila laughs.
Laila: Are you serious right now? Accusing me of trying to steal your husband... really Kahlan. Jackson Blaze is not my type and it's completely obvious how much he's devoted and enamoured with you. Besides I have taken a vow of chastity until I find a man that is worthy of my attention.
It's Bliss's turn to laugh now
Bliss: Right.
Laila: Laugh all you want Kahlan, but it's true. I'm not looking for love, I'm just looking for something that can actually keep up with me.
Bliss: Oh what Taufik didn't do it for you?
Laila: Taufik and I did not share a bed. He was adamant about that. I do not know what he's done since I was out of the picture.
Bliss: Wait... are you a virgin?
She's giving her a cocky mocking smile now.
Laila: No. But I can understand why that would give you so much pleasure, it seems you like to mock others for things that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. I apologise though because it seems that my skills are not as well practised as yours seem to be in that department.
Bliss: You know what, Fuck you. Show yourself out.
Bliss stands, grabbing her gym bag and heading for the change room door. Laila leans back to call after her as the door bangs shut.
Laila: Soooo same time next week...
Her response is a growl that echoes down the hallway. Laila smirks as she puts the rest of her own belongings in her bag.
Laila: Well this will be both fun and interesting.
***
"I will begin this with a little story because I know how much you all enjoy my stories..."
The room is dark, the start of a typical Laila promo. Only her voice is heard, leaving the rest of the scene up to the imagination of the viewer.
"About 23 years ago, a little girl in Singapore was born. She wasn't really any different than any other little girl. She was taught, as she grew to follow the ways of the muslin belief and traditions and like every doting daughter she did everything her parents said...until she visited New York City. She saw how free the women were to do as they pleased but she also saw how disrespectful they were to their parents, their friends, their neighbours but still she loved the city and the lifestyle. She wanted to be a part of it. Against her parents wishes she found a job and worked on a visa and finally was able to earn her citizenship. She adopted a more American name, using her British Mother's maiden name of Jespers. Using a first name she'd heard once and loved...and it was then that Camilla Jespers was born again. She was innocent. She was naive and best of all, she was lead to believe that the man named Taufik was good. Oh how wrong she was. How wrong everyone was. At the end of the day, she suffered at the hands of this man that she once thought could one day be her husband. He killed whatever was left of that innocent carefree girl."
The sound of a match being struck is heard and a single light comes into the middle of the screen. Behind it Laila's features can be made out as she talks more.
"Camilla Jespers is dead. She died the night she had to run from this man that she thought she loved. Slowly abandoned by the people she thought were her friends, left to fend for herself. The point of this story.... I was once someone that believed in equality. Believed that everyone deserved a 'fair shake'. I would have been like the members of resistance, running out to defend anyone that needed backup but what I learned... looking out for others often gets you burned. You get a target placed on your back and have no where to run and in the end, the people you counted on to be there for you... well... they're too busy covering their own asses to give a damn about you. I come out every week, ready and willing to take down whoever is unlucky enough to be put up against me. The next person Bob Herman wishes to sacrifice. I have taken down almost every single person put in my way."
She smiles
"Chrissy Starr... my victim yet again. A weak, pathetic excuse of a woman. Who does exactly what every 'Dove' commercial tells a girl not to be. Vain. Shallow. Self disrespecting. She brings shame to our gender with every flash of skin. With every wink she gives millions of undeserving dirty men who only imagine what she looks like without the scraps of material she calls wrestling gear. I suppose all that would be forgivable if she had even one iota of true skill. When she was in her other company, she was a champion. She had pride. She had respect but then she goes gaga for a greasy man-whore and drops everything....for what? To be lower than the TV title... The only reason she is even a blimp on the radar is because she decided to become fodder for the Resistance. A failure. What have they done besides offer themselves up as martyrs. martyrs are overrated. Don't you see Chrissy? Roxi tried to be a martyr last spring. Yes she won the sin city championship. Yes she stood on her soap box and preached to the leagues of uninterested, uneducated boobs about how great she was and then... she did what every weak pathetic woman does... fall for the wrong man....two men actually because not only did one man steal her heart and her fire, but another man stole her prize. Everyone thought she was gone, dead and then she suddenly arises from the ashes like some proverbial phoenix and we're all yawning once again at her lame and drawn out promos where she once again tries to convince everyone that this time, she's worthy of holding that world belt...if she couldn't hold onto the sin city against the Better Blaze then how is she going to fair against someone as great as Trey Baxter. A man that has held the title twice. Defeating all who challenge except for one man and now, that man is no better than the slob that was scrubbing the toilets in the women's locker room. Unwashed, no class and as equally uneducated."
She shakes her head
"My point here dear Christina is that if you think that removing any rules from our match will allow you some advantage over me you are wrong. DEAD wrong. Because you see, it's simple really, I do not fail. Even when I do not win a match, my opponent is still left reeling as you have witnessed and also been a part of when you had a bit of 'Brass tax' a couple weeks ago. You see how easily your allies can be taken out. How vulnerable you really are. I am the reason why people look behind them in the dark. I am the reason why people fear when they are alone. You will be the reason that you have an extended stay in the ICU, possibly even an extended nap to boot. I will take great pleasure in splitting your skull open Christina. I want everyone to see how empty it really is in there. How spineless and pitiful you are, hiding behind a man. Not seeing that you don't need to be a part of a group to be great but if you pick a group... at least pick one that's on the winning side..."
She smirks as the flame is starting to move down and blacken the long match. It looks to be one that would be used for lighting a fire in a fireplace, allowing a long ignition.
"Now some will probably say that I am being a hypocrite because I took a chair shot for Jackson Blaze..."
She laughs almost with a crazy quality to it; shaking her head.
"Some will also ask if I am a true member of IA..."
She smirks, flipping some her dark hair back with one free hand. The light on the match is starting to quickly climb down the matchstick further toward her bare fingers
"All valid questions... all have answers but the real question is... will I answer them?"
She laughs.
"No. Sad for you, you pathetic parasites I will not allow you all, the satisfaction. That would just be giving away my secrets now wouldn't it? And I told everyone in my first promo that I would eventually tell everyone what I was here for and why I was doing it but I like to inject my venom slow and painful"
The light is starting to flicker as its ending. The blue part is starting to lick at her fingertip but she shows no indication of pain.
"I have still lots of work to do in MPW. My terror has only just begun as I take out EVERY SINGLE weak link that the directors and Bobby boy try to offer up. Like the sacrificial lamb lead to slaughter. I am a tigress that paces her cage waiting for her prey. I am stalking you Chrissy. I am watching and in the end I will make you another reason why I am the best here. I hope you enjoy mystery stew, I hear the hospital makes a particularly nasty one. Until Sunday my pet, I will make you my bitch and at the end, you will thank me for putting you out of your miserable insufferable existence."
She smiles. The flame has started to darken her skin on her thumb and forefinger but she pays no attention. She winks at the camera in a mocking fashion before blowing out the flame, leaving the scene once again in darkness. There is silence a few seconds before a loud, menacing eerie laugh fills it before cutting out.