Post by emmanuelle on Sept 23, 2023 6:49:04 GMT
Pacific Palisades, California
Emmy’s Home
Emmy not being in the best of moods was an understatement. With the Murders getting the best of her twice, once in a singles match where she was far too distracted by the presence of Brooklyn than focusing on her more-than-capable sister, and another in a tag team fiasco where she and her partner got jumped. She had found herself frozen out of the Women’s Championship picture for the time being YET STILL finding herself pulling double duty at Legacy. Plus, she had herself a massive throbbing headache. She was not in the mood for games or for childish back and forth with people. She couldn’t get her hands on Brooklyn or her sister just yet, so for the time being she would have to settle for the participants in the Battle Royal she was to compete in on the pre-show. To sweeten the deal, not only would she get her hands on a certain asshole later in the evening, the battle royal was a chance to earn a shot at the Invictus Championship. Not exactly the lofty aspirations Emmanuelle still had on her mind, but a championship was something worth fighting for. She just didn’t have a particular taste for the match it was contested in.
“I’m just going to go on the record right now and say it: Battle Royals are fucking stupid. No matter what fancy name you give them, they still suck. It’s one of the dumbest things in professional wrestling to me, and there are plenty of dumb things in this profession to choose from. I’ve never liked these kinds of matches and I’ll tell you why: what skill does it prove you have if you throw somebody over the top rope and they go to the floor? What does that take besides being lucky and being able to remove people from a ring before they remove you? Funny thing is, I’ve won one of these before and in the other that I didn’t win I made it all the way to the last three people standing. And these battle royals, with 20 and 30 people involved, were much larger than what is awaiting me at Legacy.”
Damn that stupid headache she had! With an annoyed groan she took the BC powder and water that was offered to her by a maid who was passing by in the room where she was filming. Gulping the disgusting mixture down alleviated some of her pain, but didn’t help at all with her attitude at the moment.
“Now, I’m already at a slight disadvantage here. Most of the people taking part in this shindig, this is their only match of the night. They can pack up, go off to the hotel or back home or whatever the case may be. Their job is done. But I have to figure out how to exert juuuuuuust enough energy to win this thing while making sure I have plenty of energy to spare to beat the crap out of Miss Rodgers later on during the actual show. That said, I like the predicament I’m in. You know why? Because these kinds of crazy matches seem to be my specialty. Big battle royals, big cage matches, big…whatever the hell the Seven Circles of Hell match was supposed to be. I’ve come out on top. And this isn’t some ‘Oh, she only did it once!’ things where people can scream about luck! It’s something that The Platinum Standard has done over, and over and over and over and over again in her career!......Fuuuuuuuuck. I’m glad that BC Powder is working. That shit is a godsend, I tell you.”
As if to indicate the fast acting nature of the medicine, she massaged her temples and leaned back in the cushy executive chair that she was lounging in, closing her eyes as she started to speak again.
“So. I had to do a little research on a lot of these people because I had absolutely no idea who the hell most of them were. I saw that a lot of them were competing in that Heir to the Throne tournament. Good for them, getting that exposure! The grind of a tournament like that is something else and getting through it is commendable…but I’m not worried about most of them. You wanna know why? Because they didn’t win the damn thing! These are the peeps who got close but didn’t quite get to smoke the cigar at the end.”
Right on cue, she pulled out a cigar of her own, cutting it and lighting it, taking a huge puff of it and blowing up smoke.
“I’m allowed, I haven’t had a drink all week, I’m stressed out and I haven’t smoked in months. Anyway, I do recognize one face without having to go to wikipedia to find out about them. What’s up, Virginia? Look, you and I didn’t have the best of luck in that match against the Murders. I don’t take any of it personally because I know that when push comes to shove, I have someone that I can count on in the trenches to take on the Murders. But…..don’t expect me to play nice here. You and I will have plenty of time to be partners and all that, but for now, you’re just another person to be hurled over the top rope. If it makes you feel better, I’ll buy ya dinner sometime.”
She takes another puff before dripping off a few ashes, genuinely trying to think of her opposition. There were many faces that she hadn’t come into contact with yet..but there was one who got on her nerves just by talking.
“Oh. There’s one of you I don’t really care for and it’s just because they’re a cocky little hotshot. Hijou, I think her name is? She’s a little scrapper and I can respect that, but I can’t fucking stand those little MMA nerds who think they’re fucking Fedor Emilianeko or Ronda Rousey because they know some holds. I dabble in some MMA myself, but my primary style in the Ring is Fuc U Up. I really wish that me and that annoying little brat were the only ones in this match, just so I could have a chance to suplex her a few dozen times and give her a genuine feel of what wrestling is about.- Fuck….now I sound like one of those grumpy old vets that used to lecture me. Oh well, she’d deserve a beating anyway. There’s another new face, well, a returning face but bear with me here: Itami. The Demoness. I don’t really know much about this lady, sadly. But she’s Japanese, she’s cute, and from what I’ve seen on tape she’s more than capable as a wrestler. I’ll definitely have to jack my game up with her around, she doesn’t seem like one to trifle with. Hijou talks about it, this lady seems ready to be about it.”
Emmy props her feet up on her desk, holding her chin in thought for a few moments.
“Who else is involved in this clusterfuck? Ah, Nick Knight. One of the key players in the Heir to the Throne tournament. Someone who I don’t know personally but has a reputation preceding him of being a vicious, dangerous bastard when pushed. He’s also.. (checks notes and raises an eyebrow in confusion) two time Extinction Event winner..whatever the hell that is. I probably should watch my step around him. Thank God I’m not a dinosaur. He looks tough and probably will put up a damn good fight, but when you’ve seen one tough guy who looks more like some drug kingpin’s henchman than a pro wrestler, you’ve seen em all. No big deal, his accomplishments notwithstanding. Oh, there’s also Angel Blake. Now, you’re one of the people I actually know just a tiny bit about. Your lady Tara and I are besties….even if that relationship has been a bit strained at times. I’m well aware that you’re looking at yourself as on some kind of rebound with this Battle Royal, but there is one small problem for you: Emmanuelle is involved. As much as I adore Tara as a person and as much respect I have for you and your wrestling career, you’re not starting your little comeback story at my expense. PS: Good to see you snapped out of that Wraith crap.”
The blonde snaps her fingers as her eyes go wide, remembering another name taking part.
“Ultimo Valiente…that’s a cool ass name, by the way! I’ve heard about you when I’ve made the rare trips to Mexico, fans down there rave about your style and how skilled you are. I don’t think this is the best kind of match to be a lucha libre guy, though. You’re prone to do a lot of flying and risk-taking and that will get you nothing short of a quick exit in a match like this. That’s obviously something you’d want to avoid. Anyway, my pure-hearted technico, as much as I admire your spirit and style, you’re not getting past me. I’m always willing to go that extra mile, play a little dirty to get to the top. You’d do well to remember that. From Lucha Libre to Redneck Wrasslin, we’ve got Frank Black. I don’t really know much about you other than you used to be in a tag team with your brother and that you’re one UGLY motherfucker, but hey, none of us are perfect…even me. You got a good heart from what I hear and you can take tons of punishment, but the punishment trait won’t do much good in a battle royal. All you have to do is get thrown out and that’s not necessarily something that requires you to have the piss beaten out of you, is it? Don’t worry, you’ll be back to…whatever people in Delaware do as a profession soon enough. LEGION? Pretty girl, built well, but nowhere near my level. I see absolutely nothing from her that makes me believe that she can stop me from winning this thing. Who else is there….Okay, my memory is getting better since this stupid headache is gone:
Chris Diamond. Tall, dark and gruesome. And one of those old-school tough guys who like to pick on people who aren’t up to his standards. A total creep and someone whose presence just grates me. Like, I don’t even know the guy and I want to kick him in the face just on principle. I look forward to making the Main Man my Side Bitch. OH! There’s one more name in this clusterfuck that I’ve got to mention…Caleb Cannin! Come on down! You call yourself the Future, but it seems like the distant future with how you performed in the Heir to the Throne tournament. 10 Measly points? Fourth place in your Seeding block?
PA-THE-TIC!
Look, bro, I’m all for bravado and hyping yourself up and etc. etc., but don’t you have to actually do something first before someone talks shit? I mean, I haven’t won a title yet, but you put ME in a round robin tournament, I’m not looking like hot garbage by the time it’s over. I mean the ONLY people you got more points in during that whole fucking tournament were people who got ZERO points. Not a good look for the future, bro.”
Emmy takes one more puff of her cigar before putting it out for the time being.
“This is a very simple thing. There are 10 of us, but 9 of us are going to leave disappointed. Me, I never disappoint myself so you nine I don’t mind. There’s not a better way that I can think of to get myself in a good mood by whooping multiple people’s asses, earning a title shot and getting ready for my main dish with tasty appetizers. To put it bluntly, I’m about to smoke all y’all.”
With a wink, Emmy’s transmission ends.
Emmy’s Home
Emmy not being in the best of moods was an understatement. With the Murders getting the best of her twice, once in a singles match where she was far too distracted by the presence of Brooklyn than focusing on her more-than-capable sister, and another in a tag team fiasco where she and her partner got jumped. She had found herself frozen out of the Women’s Championship picture for the time being YET STILL finding herself pulling double duty at Legacy. Plus, she had herself a massive throbbing headache. She was not in the mood for games or for childish back and forth with people. She couldn’t get her hands on Brooklyn or her sister just yet, so for the time being she would have to settle for the participants in the Battle Royal she was to compete in on the pre-show. To sweeten the deal, not only would she get her hands on a certain asshole later in the evening, the battle royal was a chance to earn a shot at the Invictus Championship. Not exactly the lofty aspirations Emmanuelle still had on her mind, but a championship was something worth fighting for. She just didn’t have a particular taste for the match it was contested in.
“I’m just going to go on the record right now and say it: Battle Royals are fucking stupid. No matter what fancy name you give them, they still suck. It’s one of the dumbest things in professional wrestling to me, and there are plenty of dumb things in this profession to choose from. I’ve never liked these kinds of matches and I’ll tell you why: what skill does it prove you have if you throw somebody over the top rope and they go to the floor? What does that take besides being lucky and being able to remove people from a ring before they remove you? Funny thing is, I’ve won one of these before and in the other that I didn’t win I made it all the way to the last three people standing. And these battle royals, with 20 and 30 people involved, were much larger than what is awaiting me at Legacy.”
Damn that stupid headache she had! With an annoyed groan she took the BC powder and water that was offered to her by a maid who was passing by in the room where she was filming. Gulping the disgusting mixture down alleviated some of her pain, but didn’t help at all with her attitude at the moment.
“Now, I’m already at a slight disadvantage here. Most of the people taking part in this shindig, this is their only match of the night. They can pack up, go off to the hotel or back home or whatever the case may be. Their job is done. But I have to figure out how to exert juuuuuuust enough energy to win this thing while making sure I have plenty of energy to spare to beat the crap out of Miss Rodgers later on during the actual show. That said, I like the predicament I’m in. You know why? Because these kinds of crazy matches seem to be my specialty. Big battle royals, big cage matches, big…whatever the hell the Seven Circles of Hell match was supposed to be. I’ve come out on top. And this isn’t some ‘Oh, she only did it once!’ things where people can scream about luck! It’s something that The Platinum Standard has done over, and over and over and over and over again in her career!......Fuuuuuuuuck. I’m glad that BC Powder is working. That shit is a godsend, I tell you.”
As if to indicate the fast acting nature of the medicine, she massaged her temples and leaned back in the cushy executive chair that she was lounging in, closing her eyes as she started to speak again.
“So. I had to do a little research on a lot of these people because I had absolutely no idea who the hell most of them were. I saw that a lot of them were competing in that Heir to the Throne tournament. Good for them, getting that exposure! The grind of a tournament like that is something else and getting through it is commendable…but I’m not worried about most of them. You wanna know why? Because they didn’t win the damn thing! These are the peeps who got close but didn’t quite get to smoke the cigar at the end.”
Right on cue, she pulled out a cigar of her own, cutting it and lighting it, taking a huge puff of it and blowing up smoke.
“I’m allowed, I haven’t had a drink all week, I’m stressed out and I haven’t smoked in months. Anyway, I do recognize one face without having to go to wikipedia to find out about them. What’s up, Virginia? Look, you and I didn’t have the best of luck in that match against the Murders. I don’t take any of it personally because I know that when push comes to shove, I have someone that I can count on in the trenches to take on the Murders. But…..don’t expect me to play nice here. You and I will have plenty of time to be partners and all that, but for now, you’re just another person to be hurled over the top rope. If it makes you feel better, I’ll buy ya dinner sometime.”
She takes another puff before dripping off a few ashes, genuinely trying to think of her opposition. There were many faces that she hadn’t come into contact with yet..but there was one who got on her nerves just by talking.
“Oh. There’s one of you I don’t really care for and it’s just because they’re a cocky little hotshot. Hijou, I think her name is? She’s a little scrapper and I can respect that, but I can’t fucking stand those little MMA nerds who think they’re fucking Fedor Emilianeko or Ronda Rousey because they know some holds. I dabble in some MMA myself, but my primary style in the Ring is Fuc U Up. I really wish that me and that annoying little brat were the only ones in this match, just so I could have a chance to suplex her a few dozen times and give her a genuine feel of what wrestling is about.- Fuck….now I sound like one of those grumpy old vets that used to lecture me. Oh well, she’d deserve a beating anyway. There’s another new face, well, a returning face but bear with me here: Itami. The Demoness. I don’t really know much about this lady, sadly. But she’s Japanese, she’s cute, and from what I’ve seen on tape she’s more than capable as a wrestler. I’ll definitely have to jack my game up with her around, she doesn’t seem like one to trifle with. Hijou talks about it, this lady seems ready to be about it.”
Emmy props her feet up on her desk, holding her chin in thought for a few moments.
“Who else is involved in this clusterfuck? Ah, Nick Knight. One of the key players in the Heir to the Throne tournament. Someone who I don’t know personally but has a reputation preceding him of being a vicious, dangerous bastard when pushed. He’s also.. (checks notes and raises an eyebrow in confusion) two time Extinction Event winner..whatever the hell that is. I probably should watch my step around him. Thank God I’m not a dinosaur. He looks tough and probably will put up a damn good fight, but when you’ve seen one tough guy who looks more like some drug kingpin’s henchman than a pro wrestler, you’ve seen em all. No big deal, his accomplishments notwithstanding. Oh, there’s also Angel Blake. Now, you’re one of the people I actually know just a tiny bit about. Your lady Tara and I are besties….even if that relationship has been a bit strained at times. I’m well aware that you’re looking at yourself as on some kind of rebound with this Battle Royal, but there is one small problem for you: Emmanuelle is involved. As much as I adore Tara as a person and as much respect I have for you and your wrestling career, you’re not starting your little comeback story at my expense. PS: Good to see you snapped out of that Wraith crap.”
The blonde snaps her fingers as her eyes go wide, remembering another name taking part.
“Ultimo Valiente…that’s a cool ass name, by the way! I’ve heard about you when I’ve made the rare trips to Mexico, fans down there rave about your style and how skilled you are. I don’t think this is the best kind of match to be a lucha libre guy, though. You’re prone to do a lot of flying and risk-taking and that will get you nothing short of a quick exit in a match like this. That’s obviously something you’d want to avoid. Anyway, my pure-hearted technico, as much as I admire your spirit and style, you’re not getting past me. I’m always willing to go that extra mile, play a little dirty to get to the top. You’d do well to remember that. From Lucha Libre to Redneck Wrasslin, we’ve got Frank Black. I don’t really know much about you other than you used to be in a tag team with your brother and that you’re one UGLY motherfucker, but hey, none of us are perfect…even me. You got a good heart from what I hear and you can take tons of punishment, but the punishment trait won’t do much good in a battle royal. All you have to do is get thrown out and that’s not necessarily something that requires you to have the piss beaten out of you, is it? Don’t worry, you’ll be back to…whatever people in Delaware do as a profession soon enough. LEGION? Pretty girl, built well, but nowhere near my level. I see absolutely nothing from her that makes me believe that she can stop me from winning this thing. Who else is there….Okay, my memory is getting better since this stupid headache is gone:
Chris Diamond. Tall, dark and gruesome. And one of those old-school tough guys who like to pick on people who aren’t up to his standards. A total creep and someone whose presence just grates me. Like, I don’t even know the guy and I want to kick him in the face just on principle. I look forward to making the Main Man my Side Bitch. OH! There’s one more name in this clusterfuck that I’ve got to mention…Caleb Cannin! Come on down! You call yourself the Future, but it seems like the distant future with how you performed in the Heir to the Throne tournament. 10 Measly points? Fourth place in your Seeding block?
PA-THE-TIC!
Look, bro, I’m all for bravado and hyping yourself up and etc. etc., but don’t you have to actually do something first before someone talks shit? I mean, I haven’t won a title yet, but you put ME in a round robin tournament, I’m not looking like hot garbage by the time it’s over. I mean the ONLY people you got more points in during that whole fucking tournament were people who got ZERO points. Not a good look for the future, bro.”
Emmy takes one more puff of her cigar before putting it out for the time being.
“This is a very simple thing. There are 10 of us, but 9 of us are going to leave disappointed. Me, I never disappoint myself so you nine I don’t mind. There’s not a better way that I can think of to get myself in a good mood by whooping multiple people’s asses, earning a title shot and getting ready for my main dish with tasty appetizers. To put it bluntly, I’m about to smoke all y’all.”
With a wink, Emmy’s transmission ends.
Well howdy there pardner.