Post by sayla on Jul 14, 2023 3:47:26 GMT
We fade in from black and the first thing that we see is the small frame of Roxie Gearheart sitting atop a concrete dividing wall, with one leg folded on top of it while the other dangles behind it. The aloof young woman would give us a smirk before she begins to speak.
“Man, you go and you have one bad night, and everyone seems to want to just completely forget who in the hell you are. Whatever, it happens… just means that I got to go out there, and make y’all remember, doesn’t it?”
She shrugs her shoulders before turning to face us. She then pulls herself up and starts to walk along the wall with impeccable balance, that befitting a former Olympic level gymnast.
“But yeah, despite what y’all may think, even though I wasn’t able to put Nasir Moore away on the last episode of Paramount, I ain’t really all that upset. Sure, I ain’t gonna lie to ya… I’m pretty salty, but I’m like a hundred pounds of salt and spite anyway, so it’s kinda moot. But nah, I ain’t mad, because there ain’t any shame in admitting that you got beat. The best in the world can have off nights too ya know… Especially when you’re up against somebody who is as seasoned, and as decorated as Nasir is. Even though, I know that if I were to go up against the guy again, it’d be a completely different story. Because I know that I can beat anybody on this roster… including him. You know what though… I ain’t need to worry about that guy right now, because I don’t have to… I got a golden ticket in my back pocket that says that I get the next title match against any champion that I choose… Which means that I’m better off focusin’ on the bright future ahead of me."
"See, this coming week, I get the chance to get up close and personal with the National Openweight Champion, but I’m gonna be side by side with the World Champion Themselves as well.” She snickers. “There ain’t any better chance in the world to go out there and show off than this coming match… because them two have got front row tickets to see just what is in store for at least one of them in a very short amount of time.”
She pauses, and kicks at the top of the wall a bit with the toe of her shoe before quickly adding:
“Oh and Bea is there too, I guess.”
Roxie gives us a little smirk, before continuing.
“Yeah, sorry about that Feeb, it’s just… I’d say I forgot about you, but that woulda meant you were worth even keeping a memory of in the first place, you know? I mean, why should I even wanna remember someone who ain’t even want to be a part of this business in the first place? Nah, I like to put that kinda energy towards things that actually matter. Because unlike you, I ain’t the kinda girl who likes to meander and fuck about with useless shit. I mean, I could be someone who goes around pretendin’ I’m some sort of role model, a household name that people should strive to be… even though I was the only pwerosn who walked outta Discovery without nothin’ to my name. That would be pathetic, wouldn’t it Feeb?
But… since yer gonna be standin’ across the ring from me one more time, I’ll humor ya for a second sha. How’s about you give it another go in the ring. Show me you’re more than the silicone and botox that keeps you looking as feline as possible, show me that the small inkling of talent that I saw peek out at Discovery is still alive in there, and maybe I’ll give you the time of day.”
She says with a smile.
“Whereas I know very well who Alastor Touchdown is… cause, like I said… he’s got something that I may be interested in…” She shakes her head. “Probably more than he is, but hey I ain’t gonna pry into his frustrations, cause that’s his business. If he hates it here, if he saw his rematch for the National Openweight Championship as a punishment, then that’s on him. If he wants to take a level in angst because he lost the belt in the first place, then whatevah that’s on him…”
A pause.
“Congrats on becoming the first two time champion in IPW by the way…”
She shrugs her shoulders.
“What I do know is… y’all gotta target on your back my dude. Not only does C wanna get upclose and personal with that championship, to continue whatever edgelord crusade he’s on, but I’m pretty sure that Ol’ Boy Jimi is still wantin’ to come and take a big ol’ bite outta yer ass, even if he’s got the next go at Myojin… as well as all the guys y’all done pissed off in the locker room in general for being a complete dickhead in general. But ya know what, I’m sure y’all can handle it. After all, yer a crafty bastard… you wouldn’tm have won that championship back after a week if ya weren’t amirite?” She Shrugs. “Just know that if ya do survive C, or any other asshole who comes at ya… y’all gotta chance that I’ll be knockin’ on your door. And after our match, I’ma make you hope and pray that I choose to challenge the sparkling enby that I’m teaming with.”
“Speakin’ of… you know, I like to boast and brag about how good I am in the ring, which I am rightfully qualified to do, and am justified in doing so, because there ain’t many people in the world who can move the way that I do inside, outside, in between, on or under those ropes… but if there is one person in this promotion who may be able to come close to keeping up with me in the ring, it’s gotta be you Myojin. I mean fuck, I’ll admit right here right now, you’re probably more technically sound based on your background and experience compared to mine, but I’ma show you that what I lack in alla that, I make up for it with my Gods given natural ability, and straight up inability to fuckin’ quit. And fuck, I’d be lying if the chance to go one on one with ya ain’t lookin’ mighty tasty each and every passin’ moment. Because to be able to say that I not only went hold for hold against someone like you, but to possibly be able to say that I did what so few people here in IPW has been able to do, and that’s outwrestle and beat you? That’d make every injury and every concussion that I’ve clawed my way back from worth it, wouldn’t it?”
She pauses again, thinking to herself. She may have more time to decide on which championship she will challenge for, but perhaps she already has and isn’t ready to admit it. Eitehr way, Roxie shakes her head and continues.
“But that’s for Future Roxie to decide. Present Roxie and Present Myojin are going to be tag team partners on the next edition of Paramount, and I am fuckin’ excited. I don’t think either of them realize it yet, but a chicken lost in a fox’s den has a better chance than they do… Whattaya say we have a little fun with them before we sink our teeth in? Then, after we’re done with them, we can get down to what we all wanna see, you and I squarin’ up lookin’ at that shiny belt that you wear around yer pretty waist.”
Roxie winks before jumping off the wall and lands facing towards the camera.
“See you then, champ.”
She says before walking off, as we fade out to black.
“Man, you go and you have one bad night, and everyone seems to want to just completely forget who in the hell you are. Whatever, it happens… just means that I got to go out there, and make y’all remember, doesn’t it?”
She shrugs her shoulders before turning to face us. She then pulls herself up and starts to walk along the wall with impeccable balance, that befitting a former Olympic level gymnast.
“But yeah, despite what y’all may think, even though I wasn’t able to put Nasir Moore away on the last episode of Paramount, I ain’t really all that upset. Sure, I ain’t gonna lie to ya… I’m pretty salty, but I’m like a hundred pounds of salt and spite anyway, so it’s kinda moot. But nah, I ain’t mad, because there ain’t any shame in admitting that you got beat. The best in the world can have off nights too ya know… Especially when you’re up against somebody who is as seasoned, and as decorated as Nasir is. Even though, I know that if I were to go up against the guy again, it’d be a completely different story. Because I know that I can beat anybody on this roster… including him. You know what though… I ain’t need to worry about that guy right now, because I don’t have to… I got a golden ticket in my back pocket that says that I get the next title match against any champion that I choose… Which means that I’m better off focusin’ on the bright future ahead of me."
"See, this coming week, I get the chance to get up close and personal with the National Openweight Champion, but I’m gonna be side by side with the World Champion Themselves as well.” She snickers. “There ain’t any better chance in the world to go out there and show off than this coming match… because them two have got front row tickets to see just what is in store for at least one of them in a very short amount of time.”
She pauses, and kicks at the top of the wall a bit with the toe of her shoe before quickly adding:
“Oh and Bea is there too, I guess.”
Roxie gives us a little smirk, before continuing.
“Yeah, sorry about that Feeb, it’s just… I’d say I forgot about you, but that woulda meant you were worth even keeping a memory of in the first place, you know? I mean, why should I even wanna remember someone who ain’t even want to be a part of this business in the first place? Nah, I like to put that kinda energy towards things that actually matter. Because unlike you, I ain’t the kinda girl who likes to meander and fuck about with useless shit. I mean, I could be someone who goes around pretendin’ I’m some sort of role model, a household name that people should strive to be… even though I was the only pwerosn who walked outta Discovery without nothin’ to my name. That would be pathetic, wouldn’t it Feeb?
But… since yer gonna be standin’ across the ring from me one more time, I’ll humor ya for a second sha. How’s about you give it another go in the ring. Show me you’re more than the silicone and botox that keeps you looking as feline as possible, show me that the small inkling of talent that I saw peek out at Discovery is still alive in there, and maybe I’ll give you the time of day.”
She says with a smile.
“Whereas I know very well who Alastor Touchdown is… cause, like I said… he’s got something that I may be interested in…” She shakes her head. “Probably more than he is, but hey I ain’t gonna pry into his frustrations, cause that’s his business. If he hates it here, if he saw his rematch for the National Openweight Championship as a punishment, then that’s on him. If he wants to take a level in angst because he lost the belt in the first place, then whatevah that’s on him…”
A pause.
“Congrats on becoming the first two time champion in IPW by the way…”
She shrugs her shoulders.
“What I do know is… y’all gotta target on your back my dude. Not only does C wanna get upclose and personal with that championship, to continue whatever edgelord crusade he’s on, but I’m pretty sure that Ol’ Boy Jimi is still wantin’ to come and take a big ol’ bite outta yer ass, even if he’s got the next go at Myojin… as well as all the guys y’all done pissed off in the locker room in general for being a complete dickhead in general. But ya know what, I’m sure y’all can handle it. After all, yer a crafty bastard… you wouldn’tm have won that championship back after a week if ya weren’t amirite?” She Shrugs. “Just know that if ya do survive C, or any other asshole who comes at ya… y’all gotta chance that I’ll be knockin’ on your door. And after our match, I’ma make you hope and pray that I choose to challenge the sparkling enby that I’m teaming with.”
“Speakin’ of… you know, I like to boast and brag about how good I am in the ring, which I am rightfully qualified to do, and am justified in doing so, because there ain’t many people in the world who can move the way that I do inside, outside, in between, on or under those ropes… but if there is one person in this promotion who may be able to come close to keeping up with me in the ring, it’s gotta be you Myojin. I mean fuck, I’ll admit right here right now, you’re probably more technically sound based on your background and experience compared to mine, but I’ma show you that what I lack in alla that, I make up for it with my Gods given natural ability, and straight up inability to fuckin’ quit. And fuck, I’d be lying if the chance to go one on one with ya ain’t lookin’ mighty tasty each and every passin’ moment. Because to be able to say that I not only went hold for hold against someone like you, but to possibly be able to say that I did what so few people here in IPW has been able to do, and that’s outwrestle and beat you? That’d make every injury and every concussion that I’ve clawed my way back from worth it, wouldn’t it?”
She pauses again, thinking to herself. She may have more time to decide on which championship she will challenge for, but perhaps she already has and isn’t ready to admit it. Eitehr way, Roxie shakes her head and continues.
“But that’s for Future Roxie to decide. Present Roxie and Present Myojin are going to be tag team partners on the next edition of Paramount, and I am fuckin’ excited. I don’t think either of them realize it yet, but a chicken lost in a fox’s den has a better chance than they do… Whattaya say we have a little fun with them before we sink our teeth in? Then, after we’re done with them, we can get down to what we all wanna see, you and I squarin’ up lookin’ at that shiny belt that you wear around yer pretty waist.”
Roxie winks before jumping off the wall and lands facing towards the camera.
“See you then, champ.”
She says before walking off, as we fade out to black.