Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2017 22:28:15 GMT
Background music: Children of the Revolution – T-Rex.
It had been a busy few weeks since the Pay Per view, but something interesting had come up and Pandora had made an insane suggestion to Spike, so began the Pandora train of tours. Every city She’d met children who were sick, not sick and full blown Make–A-Wish. Between training and other work to take them on IWF Tours, VIP seats, superstar meet ups, the whole nine yards.
It was in the midst of one of these That she had been requested to do a Lineage Promotional shoot, as you do she walked along with Spike Today’s lucky Tourer and their Parents, she could feel Spike mildly tense up as Pan spoke quietly to him.
“You didn’t have to come you know. But you seemed, happier this way.”
Spike wrinkled his nose and looked at her.
“I’m doing this for you. Not them.”
Pan nudged him gently and looked t the couple even as the walk carried them further across the field, the distinct shape of a Tiger II Tank coming into the Fore which made Spike look at Pan as she wiggled her brows and simply spoke.
“You’re a Bad Liar Spike, you love this as much as I do. Let the kid live a little yeah?”
Spike now caught between the kids reaction to seeing a real life tank , Parent’s proud and Infectious enthusiasm of Pan actually got the better of him a little and he smiled at her
“Dammit Pandora.”
Pan gave a small giggle and ruffled his hair with arms swinging as she grinned softly.
“I gotta do some work.”
Spike looked confused blinking as Pan drifted towards the tank with a bright smile, slowly undoing her jacket and picking up a bag as she met with another man who had a camera.
“What do you mean…Wor..”
He saw the tank in the background and so did the kid as Pan was waving her up and grabbing a couple of helmets with a large grin.
“She actually did it…”
And so once the day’s events were over and the girl was being wheeled away to enjoy the rest of her day before meeting up again, the photo shoot was done and Pan was still wearing that Helmet with a grin as she salutes Spike.
“So, I saw you were polite and witty and she even asked for –your- autograph too, think I’m rubbin’ off on you yet?”
Spike smirks at her and plants a little kiss on her cheek.
“Just a little.”
And so it is we have the real work.
Background Music - Fighting Trousers – Professor Elemental.
We faced in to the dancing form of Pandora dressed in the “Tank Girl” get up, helmet , short shorts bikini top as she smiles at the camera whilst the beat of the song reverbs around the camera and Pan , eyes locked on the camera.
“So, it’s been all of a couple of weeks and not a creature was stirring, Pandora Freeman has however kept herself busy, with training and the gift of song and hope all whilst a new day dawns. Here I am again, the dance is ready to swing and it seems I have a new dance partner.”
Pan slows her form down and claps once to smile brightly into the camera.
“Jennifer Williams c’mon down, you’re one of the first to go into an Heiress to the throne match against one of the champions, well more specifically against the Rainbow Raver here, The Tank Girl, The dancer Lil’ ol’ me.”
She shook her head had scratched just above an eyebrow and smiled easily before the smile died just a touch.
“I’ve been watching the field with some interest because well , the winner of this whole shindig potentially gets to come after me, Lineage willing, that little four way going to play has my eye too, because that’s where the threat comes from right? But here I am, and I’m looking at you Jenn, making all the noise and bluster of a fourth of July parade and then…Then..”
Pan’s hands open to the air as she stares at them and she sighs with a frown.
“Nothing, You want the world to believe that it’s time you took what was rightfully yours back that the IWF will feel your swagger once again and then you …don’t do that, and I believe me I know what that’s like to stare at the L column week after week to wonder if you ‘re doing something wrong to look in their mirror and know no matter how hard you work you doubt.”
Pan smirks just a touch looking down.
“You doubt, but I made a change, I looked at myself and said no, you and be marvelous you can be great, you can turn this around you can hope, in face of the negativity nobody and I mean nobody really thought I’d be standing here right now except me, Spike and the IWF Faithful. And yet here I stand and here I Rock!”
Pan grins.
“What you got Jenn? I really want to see what it is that made you so fearsome way back when, I want to see everything I want every inch of every mile out of you, because As of recent I am coming to demand only excellence.”
She licked her lips before looking into the camera with a slight smile.
“I’m your problem right now, nobody else. You can’t evade, skate by or slide around this, truth is I have –ached- to see my name on a card , the truth is I –love- going out there every night in front of those people and dancing that dance to my beat.”
She rubbed the back of her head biting her lower lip as she continued on.
“The truth is I love the IWF as flawed as it is Because it’s my home and I am it’s Diamonds Champion. I don’t plan on letting that eight go because it’s non-title, every match is a title match.”
Pan nodded sternly.
“When Hope does shine, let the Red Sun rise, Let us Dance Jenn, bring your best , and try not to dance to my tune too much right? I’ll see you soon.”
Pan lifted playful finger gun with a wry smile.
“Pu-Pu-Pu-Pow!”
Fade to black.
It had been a busy few weeks since the Pay Per view, but something interesting had come up and Pandora had made an insane suggestion to Spike, so began the Pandora train of tours. Every city She’d met children who were sick, not sick and full blown Make–A-Wish. Between training and other work to take them on IWF Tours, VIP seats, superstar meet ups, the whole nine yards.
It was in the midst of one of these That she had been requested to do a Lineage Promotional shoot, as you do she walked along with Spike Today’s lucky Tourer and their Parents, she could feel Spike mildly tense up as Pan spoke quietly to him.
“You didn’t have to come you know. But you seemed, happier this way.”
Spike wrinkled his nose and looked at her.
“I’m doing this for you. Not them.”
Pan nudged him gently and looked t the couple even as the walk carried them further across the field, the distinct shape of a Tiger II Tank coming into the Fore which made Spike look at Pan as she wiggled her brows and simply spoke.
“You’re a Bad Liar Spike, you love this as much as I do. Let the kid live a little yeah?”
Spike now caught between the kids reaction to seeing a real life tank , Parent’s proud and Infectious enthusiasm of Pan actually got the better of him a little and he smiled at her
“Dammit Pandora.”
Pan gave a small giggle and ruffled his hair with arms swinging as she grinned softly.
“I gotta do some work.”
Spike looked confused blinking as Pan drifted towards the tank with a bright smile, slowly undoing her jacket and picking up a bag as she met with another man who had a camera.
“What do you mean…Wor..”
He saw the tank in the background and so did the kid as Pan was waving her up and grabbing a couple of helmets with a large grin.
“She actually did it…”
And so once the day’s events were over and the girl was being wheeled away to enjoy the rest of her day before meeting up again, the photo shoot was done and Pan was still wearing that Helmet with a grin as she salutes Spike.
“So, I saw you were polite and witty and she even asked for –your- autograph too, think I’m rubbin’ off on you yet?”
Spike smirks at her and plants a little kiss on her cheek.
“Just a little.”
And so it is we have the real work.
Background Music - Fighting Trousers – Professor Elemental.
We faced in to the dancing form of Pandora dressed in the “Tank Girl” get up, helmet , short shorts bikini top as she smiles at the camera whilst the beat of the song reverbs around the camera and Pan , eyes locked on the camera.
“So, it’s been all of a couple of weeks and not a creature was stirring, Pandora Freeman has however kept herself busy, with training and the gift of song and hope all whilst a new day dawns. Here I am again, the dance is ready to swing and it seems I have a new dance partner.”
Pan slows her form down and claps once to smile brightly into the camera.
“Jennifer Williams c’mon down, you’re one of the first to go into an Heiress to the throne match against one of the champions, well more specifically against the Rainbow Raver here, The Tank Girl, The dancer Lil’ ol’ me.”
She shook her head had scratched just above an eyebrow and smiled easily before the smile died just a touch.
“I’ve been watching the field with some interest because well , the winner of this whole shindig potentially gets to come after me, Lineage willing, that little four way going to play has my eye too, because that’s where the threat comes from right? But here I am, and I’m looking at you Jenn, making all the noise and bluster of a fourth of July parade and then…Then..”
Pan’s hands open to the air as she stares at them and she sighs with a frown.
“Nothing, You want the world to believe that it’s time you took what was rightfully yours back that the IWF will feel your swagger once again and then you …don’t do that, and I believe me I know what that’s like to stare at the L column week after week to wonder if you ‘re doing something wrong to look in their mirror and know no matter how hard you work you doubt.”
Pan smirks just a touch looking down.
“You doubt, but I made a change, I looked at myself and said no, you and be marvelous you can be great, you can turn this around you can hope, in face of the negativity nobody and I mean nobody really thought I’d be standing here right now except me, Spike and the IWF Faithful. And yet here I stand and here I Rock!”
Pan grins.
“What you got Jenn? I really want to see what it is that made you so fearsome way back when, I want to see everything I want every inch of every mile out of you, because As of recent I am coming to demand only excellence.”
She licked her lips before looking into the camera with a slight smile.
“I’m your problem right now, nobody else. You can’t evade, skate by or slide around this, truth is I have –ached- to see my name on a card , the truth is I –love- going out there every night in front of those people and dancing that dance to my beat.”
She rubbed the back of her head biting her lower lip as she continued on.
“The truth is I love the IWF as flawed as it is Because it’s my home and I am it’s Diamonds Champion. I don’t plan on letting that eight go because it’s non-title, every match is a title match.”
Pan nodded sternly.
“When Hope does shine, let the Red Sun rise, Let us Dance Jenn, bring your best , and try not to dance to my tune too much right? I’ll see you soon.”
Pan lifted playful finger gun with a wry smile.
“Pu-Pu-Pu-Pow!”
Fade to black.
Well howdy there pardner.