Post by emmanuelle on Apr 21, 2023 5:53:50 GMT
Wrestling can be a cruel business sometimes. Injuries, money-hungry promoters, fans who don’t understand the concept of personal space. You name it, I’ve probably seen it..and I’m honestly not someone who has been around that long in the sport. By its very nature it’s meant to grind up and spit out anyone who dares to step foot inside those ropes. When I first started out in this line of work, I never really had much concern for how other people felt or what they were going through if they were facing me. I was just the person getting paid lots of money to make them look stupid. Now that I’ve had a chance to experience some of the more frustrating aspects of wrestling for myself- having federations you were working hard in suddenly close, losing two tournament finals in one week, falling short of title aspirations sometimes- I have a little more empathy for even the sorriest of competitors stepping between those ropes.
Empathy doesn’t equal sympathy, though…..
(As the video begins, we get a look inside the spacious home office of Emmanuelle. While her home is large and decorated with a sense of opulence, the office is ironically much more laid back and toned down, painted a bright sky blue with tons of sports memorabilia on the wall (mainly from her alma mater of UCLA). Replica wrestling titles are also present, but the real SWWS World Championship belt that she currently owns is in a glass display case at the front of her desk, the same desk that she’s propped her feet up on as she begins to speak.)
“I look at the roster that we currently have in the IWF and there are a few names I respect. I think the whole world knows by now that I have a great deal of respect for Serena Riot and Tara Fenix, who is one of the best friends I have in wrestling. I watched them put on a performance for the ages on Sacrifice, a much more entertaining affair than anything I’ve seen since I’ve been here, no disrespect to anyone in the men’s or women’s locker room. THAT is what all the women in this company should aspire to be like and THAT is what I want to help make more commonplace than it’s ever been.”
(Emmy looks a bit preoccupied with her phone, smirking a bit as she was apparently checking DMs. Someone had caught the platinum blonde’s eye on social media and she was more than willing to make a pass at them, even while studying up on her next opponent. A pair of monitors were on the desk, one showing a dossier put together detailing Mai’s background and another showing some of her most recent matches on a continuous loop.)
“My opponent was supposed to be one of the big favorites for the title of Iron Maiden and has even scored a victory in recent weeks over the holder of a certain briefcase. Mai Everstone is her name and disappointment seems to be her game. I mean, how could you not feel disappointment if you were her? A match that she was in ended before she could even participate in it! She had to watch someone else celebrate something that she was favored to win without even getting involved. I couldn’t even imagine.”
“A lot of you people may think that Big Bad Emmy is coming here and she doesn’t take but maybe one or two people seriously and I’d say that about…90 percent of the time, you’d be deadass accurate. I hold a lot of the roster in very high regard, Mai included, but they are nothing that I have not seen before, friends. I have spent the past three years roaming the globe wrestling anyone that moved to find someone who could stand up to me and those that can are few and far between.”
(Satisfied with the response to her DM, she tosses her phone aside and studies the monitor with the match playing with a completely bored expression on her face.)
“Mai, you’re very small. Even in the context of women’s wrestling, you’re fucking tiny. You have some speed and you’re blessed with a little skill, but I don’t think you’ve ever wrestled someone quite like me who damn near gets aroused at the thought of beating you within an inch of your life. You have heart, I’ll give you that. You’ve shown in IWF that you can put disappointments behind you and pick up massive victories. Guess what? I have done that and then some. As a matter of fact, one of the women I assisted at Sacrifice had a lot to do with that. Tara Fenix beat me for a championship that I was holding a couple of years ago. It was a bitter loss, especially since I had come up short in a tournament final against her too. You know what I did after that? Heh….I got hurt. Ankle injury. But as soon as I came back?”
(She pointed upwards to the Project: Honor Grand Championship replica on her wall.)
“World. F**king. Champion.”
“I don’t just survive when adversity strikes, I thrive. How many big pressure spots have you found yourself in? How many times have you succeeded? How many times have you been able to pick yourself up after falling short? You’re not just wrestling someone who is bigger, stronger, far more experienced and just an all around mean and nasty bitch when the bell rings, but you’re wrestling one of the most clutch wrestlers on this planet, sweetheart.”
(Annoyed with how simplistic some of the girl’s moves appear to her, Emmy clicks the mouse nearby to pause the video, taking a deep breath before continuing.)
“I thought Everstone was a joke name when I was informed of who I was facing. For those of you who aren’t super-deep into nerdy things, Everstone is a stone given to Pokemon that you don’t want to evolve in the Pokemon games. I honestly have always found the concept of purposefully holding back evolution ridiculous. Not only is evolution inevitable but it’s absolutely necessary for the continuation of life. Pro Wrestling is just a miniscule part of life, but it follows the principle all the same. Are you part of what’s holding IWF’s women’s division back from its full potential, Mai? In all honesty I don’t think you are, but if you don’t pass my assessment then….well, let’s just say that I’ll dump the Everstone in the nearest river I can find.”
“You’re not wrestling just some random people with nothing to their names anymore. I’m not Cheyanne or Beretta or anyone else that you’ve faced to date. I am the Platinum Standard and if you want to make a name for yourself, consider wrestling me your line in the sand. You get past me, maybe you’ll get out of this rut of picking up wins, stumbling in the most important matches, then picking up more wins. Maybe you’ll get over the hump and take footsteps towards the tops….so that you can see horizons close to where I’ve already been before.”
(Emmy finally gets her feet up from her desk and stands up, squatting in front of the camera that she had set up herself to record this, looking directly into the lens and speaking to Mai.)
“I didn’t sign a contract here to play grabass with Latoya Hixx and John Blade. I’m not here to be the secondary story to whatever the hell is going on with The Black Widow. I am not here to be a stepping stone for you. I’m not here to survive. I’m here to show that I am the absolute best and make this federation a hotbed of women’s professional wrestling. This is not a game and it’s certainly not for show. My advice for you is to simply come prepared. Because if you don’t come prepared I’m going to wreck you in such a fashion that you’ll be forced to retire on the spot, On God. Even if you do, however, I can already tell you that it’s not going to be enough to save you. Why? Because even though I have gold from elsewhere around my waist, IWF gold is calling out to me. The World title? The tag titles? Something else? That’s not your business to know. But what you better make your business is that if you’re standing in the way of my ambition, there’s only one viable option for me to undertake: Run your pretty little ass right over.”
(Emmy reaches to turn off the camera but remembers that she had something else to say, a small smirk forming over her lips.)
“Oh…and if a certain someone feels a certain type of way after Sacrifice? Watch real closely what goes down on Odyssey. Then if you want it, come get this smoke too….”
(With that, Emmy cuts the camera off.)
Empathy doesn’t equal sympathy, though…..
(As the video begins, we get a look inside the spacious home office of Emmanuelle. While her home is large and decorated with a sense of opulence, the office is ironically much more laid back and toned down, painted a bright sky blue with tons of sports memorabilia on the wall (mainly from her alma mater of UCLA). Replica wrestling titles are also present, but the real SWWS World Championship belt that she currently owns is in a glass display case at the front of her desk, the same desk that she’s propped her feet up on as she begins to speak.)
“I look at the roster that we currently have in the IWF and there are a few names I respect. I think the whole world knows by now that I have a great deal of respect for Serena Riot and Tara Fenix, who is one of the best friends I have in wrestling. I watched them put on a performance for the ages on Sacrifice, a much more entertaining affair than anything I’ve seen since I’ve been here, no disrespect to anyone in the men’s or women’s locker room. THAT is what all the women in this company should aspire to be like and THAT is what I want to help make more commonplace than it’s ever been.”
(Emmy looks a bit preoccupied with her phone, smirking a bit as she was apparently checking DMs. Someone had caught the platinum blonde’s eye on social media and she was more than willing to make a pass at them, even while studying up on her next opponent. A pair of monitors were on the desk, one showing a dossier put together detailing Mai’s background and another showing some of her most recent matches on a continuous loop.)
“My opponent was supposed to be one of the big favorites for the title of Iron Maiden and has even scored a victory in recent weeks over the holder of a certain briefcase. Mai Everstone is her name and disappointment seems to be her game. I mean, how could you not feel disappointment if you were her? A match that she was in ended before she could even participate in it! She had to watch someone else celebrate something that she was favored to win without even getting involved. I couldn’t even imagine.”
“A lot of you people may think that Big Bad Emmy is coming here and she doesn’t take but maybe one or two people seriously and I’d say that about…90 percent of the time, you’d be deadass accurate. I hold a lot of the roster in very high regard, Mai included, but they are nothing that I have not seen before, friends. I have spent the past three years roaming the globe wrestling anyone that moved to find someone who could stand up to me and those that can are few and far between.”
(Satisfied with the response to her DM, she tosses her phone aside and studies the monitor with the match playing with a completely bored expression on her face.)
“Mai, you’re very small. Even in the context of women’s wrestling, you’re fucking tiny. You have some speed and you’re blessed with a little skill, but I don’t think you’ve ever wrestled someone quite like me who damn near gets aroused at the thought of beating you within an inch of your life. You have heart, I’ll give you that. You’ve shown in IWF that you can put disappointments behind you and pick up massive victories. Guess what? I have done that and then some. As a matter of fact, one of the women I assisted at Sacrifice had a lot to do with that. Tara Fenix beat me for a championship that I was holding a couple of years ago. It was a bitter loss, especially since I had come up short in a tournament final against her too. You know what I did after that? Heh….I got hurt. Ankle injury. But as soon as I came back?”
(She pointed upwards to the Project: Honor Grand Championship replica on her wall.)
“World. F**king. Champion.”
“I don’t just survive when adversity strikes, I thrive. How many big pressure spots have you found yourself in? How many times have you succeeded? How many times have you been able to pick yourself up after falling short? You’re not just wrestling someone who is bigger, stronger, far more experienced and just an all around mean and nasty bitch when the bell rings, but you’re wrestling one of the most clutch wrestlers on this planet, sweetheart.”
(Annoyed with how simplistic some of the girl’s moves appear to her, Emmy clicks the mouse nearby to pause the video, taking a deep breath before continuing.)
“I thought Everstone was a joke name when I was informed of who I was facing. For those of you who aren’t super-deep into nerdy things, Everstone is a stone given to Pokemon that you don’t want to evolve in the Pokemon games. I honestly have always found the concept of purposefully holding back evolution ridiculous. Not only is evolution inevitable but it’s absolutely necessary for the continuation of life. Pro Wrestling is just a miniscule part of life, but it follows the principle all the same. Are you part of what’s holding IWF’s women’s division back from its full potential, Mai? In all honesty I don’t think you are, but if you don’t pass my assessment then….well, let’s just say that I’ll dump the Everstone in the nearest river I can find.”
“You’re not wrestling just some random people with nothing to their names anymore. I’m not Cheyanne or Beretta or anyone else that you’ve faced to date. I am the Platinum Standard and if you want to make a name for yourself, consider wrestling me your line in the sand. You get past me, maybe you’ll get out of this rut of picking up wins, stumbling in the most important matches, then picking up more wins. Maybe you’ll get over the hump and take footsteps towards the tops….so that you can see horizons close to where I’ve already been before.”
(Emmy finally gets her feet up from her desk and stands up, squatting in front of the camera that she had set up herself to record this, looking directly into the lens and speaking to Mai.)
“I didn’t sign a contract here to play grabass with Latoya Hixx and John Blade. I’m not here to be the secondary story to whatever the hell is going on with The Black Widow. I am not here to be a stepping stone for you. I’m not here to survive. I’m here to show that I am the absolute best and make this federation a hotbed of women’s professional wrestling. This is not a game and it’s certainly not for show. My advice for you is to simply come prepared. Because if you don’t come prepared I’m going to wreck you in such a fashion that you’ll be forced to retire on the spot, On God. Even if you do, however, I can already tell you that it’s not going to be enough to save you. Why? Because even though I have gold from elsewhere around my waist, IWF gold is calling out to me. The World title? The tag titles? Something else? That’s not your business to know. But what you better make your business is that if you’re standing in the way of my ambition, there’s only one viable option for me to undertake: Run your pretty little ass right over.”
(Emmy reaches to turn off the camera but remembers that she had something else to say, a small smirk forming over her lips.)
“Oh…and if a certain someone feels a certain type of way after Sacrifice? Watch real closely what goes down on Odyssey. Then if you want it, come get this smoke too….”
(With that, Emmy cuts the camera off.)
Well howdy there pardner.