Post by sayla on Oct 21, 2022 22:07:07 GMT
We open up to a small room that seems to have been rearranged and set up to be a small studio. In the far room we see rigging for backdrops and off to the side of that a large clothes rack filled from end to end with various costumes. Perpendicular from those is a white and black vanity where we see a small young woman sitting on top of it, leaning against the mirror wearing a white crop top and black leggings kicking her legs back and forth. She smirks as we focus on her and begins to speak.
“If ya don’t know me, that’s fine. I’m used to bein’ overlooked, all things considered… my name is Roxie Gearheart and I bet when ya look at me… the last thing that would run through yer mind would be… this girl is a professional wrestler. And I can’t blame ya. Someone my size and my stature ain’t exactly asposta be in this business.”
She smirks for a second.
“Trust me, Cher, I’ve heard it since the first day I first stepped in between the ropes. See, the thing you gotta know about Roxie, is that I’ve gone through my entire life proving every single person who evah doubted me wrong. And I’m gonna do it again, when I step into the ring for the first time in four months; four long, borin’ months that I have had to sit here, champin’ at the bit to get back into the ring unable to, because of bullshit outta my control. But now that I am free to do whatevah I want, I’m gonna remind the entire world just how good Roxie Gearheart is. It just so happens that I get to do it alongside a woman who may just be almost as good as me… at the expense of an an… alien… apparently, and a jackass who has deserved it fer way too long now.”
Roxie shrugs her shoulders before continuing.
“Actually, you know what, I ain’t even gonna try and figure out whether this Flux girl is actually from outta space, or some strange ass girl who is trying to be some sort of modern-day Ziggy Stardust or whatevah. Honestly though Flux, I don’t matter to me much. I’m all for people being whoevah and whatevah they want to be, and if you want to be a happy space alien, then by all means Sugah, you do you. What does matter to me, Flux is stepping into the ring with you, nad seeing what you’re capable of doin, cause I think you and I can do somethin’ special in our match… before I beat you, of course cause, and hey after I do, I get to say that I was able to kick an alien’s ass!”
She says with a sassy, gremlin like smirk on her face. However, her face sours a bit as she shifts focus.
“Now, as far as my other opponent goes, ol’ Gunny can fuck right off.”
She pauses for just a second.
“Ya know why I don’t like ya Gunny? Well… there’s a few reasons actually… first off the top of my head, is the fact that you call yourself The Aviator, yet y’aint evah earned that title. There is only one person in this business who was deserving of that name, and Gunner y’aint that bastard. Cuz if anyone in this business was gonna inherit my coaches’ old moniker, it was gonna be me. But I didn’t outta respect. Mais… Y’all on the other hand, ya just showed up one day and told everyone that they had to call ya that, again like the douchebag ya are. Not just a douchebag, but one who pontificates that if his vocabulary is as immense as he believes his dick is, then it means that what he has to say matters, when let’s be honest… when was the last time you spoke and didn’t put a whole fuckin’ arena to sleep?”
Roxie rolls her eyes.
“Gunner, straight up ya suck. You’re a quarter of the wrestler that BIANCA is, and you sure as FUCK can’t do anything that I can do in the ring… and in our match we are gonna expose you for the overrated whiny little bitch that you are. And as far as Flux goes, it sucks that the dice roll led to ya teaming with Gunner, but you coulda been matched up with anybody you want, and the result woulda been the same. Me and BIANCA are two of the top women’s wrestlers in the world today, hell BIANCA has made it her whole goddamned gimmick. Between the two of us, there are four world championship reigns. One of which, I won in the company you keep fuckin’ up in Gunny. There is more talent on our side of the ring than either of y’all can handle and we’re gonna prove that to you ten times over once that bell rings.”
Roxie pushes herself off of her perch and looks up the camera.
“I have waited too long to get back into the ring, and there ain’t no fuckin’ way that I am gonna let a bubbly, happy alien girl, Bitch Made Gunner, or you BIANCA ruin it for me. For the first time in I don’t know how long, it’s finally my time, and I really hope you don’t fuck this up for me, Cher cause I’d hate to be you, if ya do.”
Roxie nods
“I’ll see you out there.”