Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2018 22:25:04 GMT
Background music: Karma Slave- Splashdown
Spike was dead, there laid the coffin, in the middle of the ring, as the Wake spun on in a frenzy of light, sound and laughter, music and talking even as Pan was dressed in her usual riot of colour even now.
Save for a black arm band.
It was in this mess of people that she found him and his +1 stood in front of the ring looking somewhat grim face and pale as Warren Kane and Dean Harper tuned to look at Pan and she just nodded.
“Warren, Dean I see you got the invitation.”
The tension was palpable for a moment even as Warren turned to face her and said.
“Had to see the truth of it.”
The two of them looked up and Warren muttered.
“I half expect the bastard to sit up and say ‘Fooled you again boy!’.”
Pan wrinkled her nose and said gently managing a little smile.
“Some of us might like that…”
A pause and she reached a hand delicately towards him and Dean moved to almost Pull Warren away but Warren shook his head and Pan managed to say quietly.
“Warren, I’m…Sorry.”
Warren frowned as she half turned to her and smirked.
“Why? I’m glad he’s gone…”
Pan’s eyes flashed with the hurt she’d caused even as she wobbled her lower lip and she muttered.
“That’s not why I’m sorry, Warren I’d been meaning to talk to you before.. Before Eternity, before everything, I dunno I guess I just wanna know you’re ok.”
Warren took a step towards her and glared down at her as a hand curled into a fist and Pan stood a little straighter.
“I don’t want to be saved, Pandora I found my place.”
Pan looked up with tears forming and she smiled as she took the curled up fist in both hands to kiss the knuckles muttering herself.
“I never asked to save you Warren Kane, I just wanted you to know in my eyes. You’re my family.”
Dean pulled on Warren’s arm even as Warren looked just a little, shocked hurt almost maybe even realising the position Pan had been in all the time Dean as well, he’d heard every word.
“C’mon Warren, time to go.”
But it was too late, the gaps could not be bridged.
Pan was left alone by Spike’s coffin and for the first time in almost a few days she started to cry.
That’s when Pan awake, jerking to a start between the bodies of Astrid and Spike, wiping at her face and realising the tears weren’t stopping, even as she slipped out, touching at her face as she tried to keep quiet, tried not to disturb them looking at her face in a mirror.
She frowned and wiped her eyes and sighed chewing at her lip and looking down.
“If you’re listening Row, Warren Dean…whoever, I just want you to know I understand…but it doesn’t make it right.”
She moved over towards a kendo stick, and a set of Poi and a quarterstaff, nose wrinkling as she thought about the task ahead about the women he might face about the war to come.
And she smiled bouncing on her feet a bit as she wipes her eyes and grabs all there to carry towards the ring.
Time to go to work.
Background Music: The Immigrant Song - remix
We show wrapped hand gripping a kendo stick before we follow it up, finding Pan’s face in profile as she spoke more to the weapon than the camera.
“Most people don’t associate me with things like this, they see me flip, they see me dance but the Luchadora title calls for a mass melee with bodies hurled over the top rope.”
She smirks.
“This match calls for a Viking, a Valkyire.”
We cut to a set of familiar and calloused hands braiding Pan’s blue hair in Viking style another set hand smearing her with a rainbow woad pattern eyes closed as the Kendo stick is spun easily.
“Instead you have a Tank Girl who’s eyes are full of hope.”
Rainbow’d lips open to take in a lollipop and we slowly zoom out to light up Pandora’s weapon carrying form against a UV Backdrop.
“Last rites is a funny name for a match to birth a new title. Last rites is an ending , but this is a new beginning, and I don’t even know who I’m going to face, potentially everyone on the roster but we all know that Gabriella Luna is gonna come out last kicking and screaming and aiming to be first Luchadora, people have a perception you say Lucha and you think masks, you think high flying Lucha means fight and we have one hell of a fight on our hands.”
She grins wide.
“In the end there will be welts there will be bruises and there will be blood, and only one of us is going to stand tall, striking, fighting? It won’t matter. just who’s in the ring and who’s on the floor.”
She nods.
“It’s gonna be epic and I come out here with all three of my names to fight for, being the first is worth any fight, any risk and any pain.”
Pan stands a little taller in the picture and smiles.
“We strive to be better again and again so , I come with the blessings of the Blood God and the well wishes of my Viking Queen.”
She smirks and her freehand makes a finger gun as she grins.
“So let the sun rise on Last rites, let Bloody Assizes come and go and it doesn’t matter if I’m first in or somewhere in the middle I will fight every single one of you and let these last rites? Be the first of a new beginning of a fight of a life time and let the best lady win. Whoever does?”
She grins brightly.
“All
Spike was dead, there laid the coffin, in the middle of the ring, as the Wake spun on in a frenzy of light, sound and laughter, music and talking even as Pan was dressed in her usual riot of colour even now.
Save for a black arm band.
It was in this mess of people that she found him and his +1 stood in front of the ring looking somewhat grim face and pale as Warren Kane and Dean Harper tuned to look at Pan and she just nodded.
“Warren, Dean I see you got the invitation.”
The tension was palpable for a moment even as Warren turned to face her and said.
“Had to see the truth of it.”
The two of them looked up and Warren muttered.
“I half expect the bastard to sit up and say ‘Fooled you again boy!’.”
Pan wrinkled her nose and said gently managing a little smile.
“Some of us might like that…”
A pause and she reached a hand delicately towards him and Dean moved to almost Pull Warren away but Warren shook his head and Pan managed to say quietly.
“Warren, I’m…Sorry.”
Warren frowned as she half turned to her and smirked.
“Why? I’m glad he’s gone…”
Pan’s eyes flashed with the hurt she’d caused even as she wobbled her lower lip and she muttered.
“That’s not why I’m sorry, Warren I’d been meaning to talk to you before.. Before Eternity, before everything, I dunno I guess I just wanna know you’re ok.”
Warren took a step towards her and glared down at her as a hand curled into a fist and Pan stood a little straighter.
“I don’t want to be saved, Pandora I found my place.”
Pan looked up with tears forming and she smiled as she took the curled up fist in both hands to kiss the knuckles muttering herself.
“I never asked to save you Warren Kane, I just wanted you to know in my eyes. You’re my family.”
Dean pulled on Warren’s arm even as Warren looked just a little, shocked hurt almost maybe even realising the position Pan had been in all the time Dean as well, he’d heard every word.
“C’mon Warren, time to go.”
But it was too late, the gaps could not be bridged.
Pan was left alone by Spike’s coffin and for the first time in almost a few days she started to cry.
That’s when Pan awake, jerking to a start between the bodies of Astrid and Spike, wiping at her face and realising the tears weren’t stopping, even as she slipped out, touching at her face as she tried to keep quiet, tried not to disturb them looking at her face in a mirror.
She frowned and wiped her eyes and sighed chewing at her lip and looking down.
“If you’re listening Row, Warren Dean…whoever, I just want you to know I understand…but it doesn’t make it right.”
She moved over towards a kendo stick, and a set of Poi and a quarterstaff, nose wrinkling as she thought about the task ahead about the women he might face about the war to come.
And she smiled bouncing on her feet a bit as she wipes her eyes and grabs all there to carry towards the ring.
Time to go to work.
Background Music: The Immigrant Song - remix
We show wrapped hand gripping a kendo stick before we follow it up, finding Pan’s face in profile as she spoke more to the weapon than the camera.
“Most people don’t associate me with things like this, they see me flip, they see me dance but the Luchadora title calls for a mass melee with bodies hurled over the top rope.”
She smirks.
“This match calls for a Viking, a Valkyire.”
We cut to a set of familiar and calloused hands braiding Pan’s blue hair in Viking style another set hand smearing her with a rainbow woad pattern eyes closed as the Kendo stick is spun easily.
“Instead you have a Tank Girl who’s eyes are full of hope.”
Rainbow’d lips open to take in a lollipop and we slowly zoom out to light up Pandora’s weapon carrying form against a UV Backdrop.
“Last rites is a funny name for a match to birth a new title. Last rites is an ending , but this is a new beginning, and I don’t even know who I’m going to face, potentially everyone on the roster but we all know that Gabriella Luna is gonna come out last kicking and screaming and aiming to be first Luchadora, people have a perception you say Lucha and you think masks, you think high flying Lucha means fight and we have one hell of a fight on our hands.”
She grins wide.
“In the end there will be welts there will be bruises and there will be blood, and only one of us is going to stand tall, striking, fighting? It won’t matter. just who’s in the ring and who’s on the floor.”
She nods.
“It’s gonna be epic and I come out here with all three of my names to fight for, being the first is worth any fight, any risk and any pain.”
Pan stands a little taller in the picture and smiles.
“We strive to be better again and again so , I come with the blessings of the Blood God and the well wishes of my Viking Queen.”
She smirks and her freehand makes a finger gun as she grins.
“So let the sun rise on Last rites, let Bloody Assizes come and go and it doesn’t matter if I’m first in or somewhere in the middle I will fight every single one of you and let these last rites? Be the first of a new beginning of a fight of a life time and let the best lady win. Whoever does?”
She grins brightly.
“All
Bloody
Hail.”
She girns wildly a second kendo stick added to her free ahnd and she salutees the camera as she glows against the UV light.
Fade out
Well howdy there pardner.