Post by Eternity on Jun 21, 2013 16:51:55 GMT
You just got done reading Tifa's Times on your tablet, and now you're bored. You could watch her promo again, but you reasoned not to having only seen it yesterday. So you leave the television on and IWF is currently advertising its replays of the first ever Pay Per View. You raise an eyebrow as this inspires you to navigate away from IWF.com and launch the IWF GO! App. You decide you want to relive some of the highlights of Bloody Assizes and as you scroll through the videos today, you come across one from last week you seem to have missed. The thumbnail shows a rather unimpressed Katherine Lockheart staring back at you.
IWF GO! App Exclusive: Lockheart's Strange Encounter
Bloody Assizes, June 16th, 2013
The cryptic title of the video grabs your attention and fuels your curiousity enough to move your stubby forefinger and click the video...
The link goes blood red as it registers your click, and a very girly giggle is heard in the few moments the video takes to load.
You can see the terror in her eyes, but you feel just as helpless as you watch on the screen.
You race back to your couch and grab your tablet as you take a seat and see the same image plastered across it, now you have her in stereo. You watch as a hand plucks the edge of the image . The simultaneous broadcast continues to be reflected in both screens, but you've chosen to ignore the small screen for the full glory of a high definition image as plastered across your television. You hear my voice but you don't care as long as the image is held in focus.
Does this offend you Alysson? Does it upset you to see one of your best friends reduced to nothing more than a scantily clad bosom and posterior? Apparently it does, apparently you can't stand it. It makes you oh so mad, doesn't it? How dare anybody in the male dominant 18 to 35 demographic that watches IWF be reduced to just something shapely to fill out a pair of bra and panties? When you strip away the clothes from Ayla St James, you see nothing of her personality and that's what offends you, isn't it? But you know what Aly, it really shouldn't, because the truth is that everybody has a hard time seeing the personality of anybody in your little group of rebels without a cause or a clue, regardless of how many items of clothing you wear.
The people who stand in line and queue at the autograph tables at all the meet and greets clutching these little eight by tens in their sweaty little palms don't care about Ayla's personality, anymore than they do yours or Emma's, no, they're all willing to overlook the fact that you proudly sell yourself as bitches for literally no reason so long as you and your little band of princesses continue to strike a pose...
You see the photograph discarded and you see Eternity start to wave her hands and do a very familiar dance. A dance that once was very much in vogue and your guilty pleasure.
Strike a pose. Strike a pose. Vogue. Come on Vogue.
HEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEHEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!
Come on Alysson, strike a pose! There's nothing to it! I know you don't have a problem with posing for shots as candid as the one I just got your attention with, and why should you? You won't will because you all know that this is where you make most of your money and you're happy to let it all roll in when it is on your terms, but when the power is taken from you and somebody other than yourselves shamelessly exploits your sexuality for gain, that's when you really object isn't it? Tell me Aly, how long have you been in this business? Surely you should know how this business works by now. If you really didn't want to be exploited as a Diamond, you really shouldn't be here, because this is the wrestling business, not a nunnery. What are you objecting to anyway Aly? I've watched all of your promos, some of them even twice and I still don't get it, what are you fighting against? What is your problem with Katherine Lockheart?
I know she can be a big meanie and she didn't like my friend Lionel either when she met him, but really? What is it? She's given you your opportunities and you've seized most of them, everybody in this match has qualified for the tourney and a shot at the shiny, shiny belt. What more do you want? Cookies? A pony? A boob job? Oh sorry, you want to be seen as a wrestler, right? Silly me. But that's the thing Aly, Katherine's seen you as an athlete and a wrestler, a real fighter just like you always wanted. So turn that frown upside down because she's seen all three of you in that regard in fact, and you're still acting like its all so damn unfair. You take it as an insult and some grand conspiracy to tear apart your friendship with Ayla and Emma...
Awwwwww, don't worry Aly, you can still be friends, I promise.
You see me bat my eyelids, with my hands clasped together and held to my cheek.
So cheer up because you can still play kissy-face with Ayla, if you still want to after you two fight this Monday. Don't think of it as an opportunity to break up, think of it as an opportunity to do what each of you do even better than fight, no not bitch, but kiss and make up. For all your talk of respecting each other, I do wonder how true that really is because all I've seen in your quest to be seen as an athlete to be feared and respected, is the fact that you're not willing to respect your little friends enough to see them as athletes in their own right and give them the competition you crave and they deserve. Maybe you want to keep them on your side because you're afraid that they have not only the talent but the ability to take your reputation as the Queen Bee around here from you, maybe I'm wrong. I hope I am, I guess we'll all find out at Sacrifice together whether you respect Ayla enough to give her the competitive match she deserves. It will be a nice little preview to see how you handle the real threats to your crown as this little tourney to crown the best Diamond in the world plays out. Personally I'm curious to see what happens when your sting is removed Aly? Will you continue to buzz buzz buzz around here aimlessly...
You see me swat the air with my hand.
...or will you just curl up and die? Broken and exposed, every bit as fragile as the pretty young things you try to pretend you are not, but its as obvious as that rather substantial and snooty nose in the middle of your face that at heart you are a vunerable, delicate, troubled, insecure little flower. That's why you don't want to fight your friends because you don't want to lose them. Because nothing ever makes you quite as vunerable and exposed to the harsh realities of the world than loss and death. Losing my mommy made me vunerable...
Haha, your mommy died and mine is still alive!
Stop it! Stop it! Why are you so mean to me Billy?
I'm telling Miss Williams!
You see me curl up in a ball in the middle of the floor, tucking my knees to my chest and laying my head to the side upon them.
But Miss Williams didn't help me, nobody did. I had no friends. Nobody understood me then and nobody understands me now...but you know what that's like, don't you Aly? You're a tough chick with an attitude and a motorcycle and you're married to the most well known name in this business, and rather than just be happy with that and spend your days riding around on your little vroom vroom with Spikey-poo, you insist on coming here, you insist on knocking on my Kingdom's door and bullying me like your name was Billy Watson.
You see me look at the camera, wide-eyed as I yell in utter determination. You see me clench my right hand and thrust the air, no less than three times. You're no expert but it looks to you like I'm lost in a trance.
NO MORE BILLY!
NO MORE!
NEVER AGAIN!
OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO? LOOK AT THE BLOOD. I'M CALLING YOUR DADDY!
You see me smile and cock my head to the side, the glazed look in my eyes gone.
Good because I just want to go home. What was the big deal anyway? I thought art class was all about expressing yourself through colour like Miss Delaney said, so I expressed myself in a delightful shade of red and all it took for me to show the world Billy's true colours was a pair of blunt scissors. Somehow I think it will take so much less to show the world the fragility and vunerability that you keep hidden under a badass attitude and a biker jacket, won't it Aly? Something tells me I'll hear it in your voice and every word you speak as you relive the glory of having beaten me once already and how you're prepared to do it all again even inspite of the bullshit circumstances of this match that you're in with your bestest friend in the whole wide world. Does it make you mad that she's my friend again this week just like last week?
You've got to learn to share Aly.
No! You can't keep her all for yourself.
She's too pretty not to be shared.
Don't worry I'll give her back, but only if you ask nicely.
What's the magic word?
Muhuhuhuhuhahahahaha!
The look on your face. You're priceless Aly. You might be fun if you weren't quite so boring...
You see me yawn, waving my hand in front of my face.
Every promo is the same. You talk so much and say so little, it's almost as tragic as it is predictable.So go ahead Big Red, make fun of me, like they all do, tell me that just like Ryleigh I'm just another crazy chick not really worth your time. Tell me how you'll end me too if I push you...
Push. Push. Shove. Shove.
Oops-a-daisy!
What have I done?
Guess I'm gonna be in real trouble now.
Teeheeheeheeheheehee!
Tell me how you will rock my world and how I will hail the Goddess of Xtreme, compared to the losses which have already rocked my world, a loss to you would be just a little breeze to gently sway me as it blows by like the gust of hot air that it is...
Whoosh, there it goes!
Huhuhuhuhahahahahaha!
LIAR! LIAR! YOUR HAIR IS ON FIRE!
I can smell it burning.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My ear-piercing howls of laughter echo even as you see the scene on your television get lost in plumes of purple smoke. Next time you come over, promise me you won't wait so long, I've missed you...
Promise?
Cross your heart and hope to die?
IWF GO! App Exclusive: Lockheart's Strange Encounter
Bloody Assizes, June 16th, 2013
~Katherine Lockheart is seen backstage, storming through the bowels of the arena with the same pissed off scowl you recall seeing at the end of the Diamond's Fatal Fourway, so it is not unreasonable to assume that this is a direct continuation and that the Head of the Diamond's Division is on the warpath as she has just seen the young Ryleigh Knite sidelined. Katherine suddenly stops as she feels something cold and clammy wrap itself around her left ankle. Katherine looks down, and is suddenly paralysed by fear as she stands rigid, looking at the red, yellow and black banded snake that seems to be slowly moving around her, unable to scream...~
You can see the terror in her eyes, but you feel just as helpless as you watch on the screen.
"Oh I see you've met Lionel..."
~Katherine moves her eyes but not her head to look up and sees a scarlet hooded and cloaked figure standing in front of her. The figure slowly pulls back the hood and reveals herself to be Eternity. Eternity suddenly goes wide-eyed at the presence of the Head of the Diamond's Division and does a curtsey in greeting.
Eternity: Oh, Miss Lockheart! What an honor it is to receive you.
Katherine: Save the pleasantries and get your damn snake off me!
Eternity: How rude! His name is Lionel and he's harmless! Mommy always said some people never did learn their manners...what's the magic word?
Katherine: NOW!
Eternity shakes her head. Waving her finger.
Eternity: That's not it, silly...
Katherine: Now...or you're fired!
Eternity sighs as she steps forward and looks at the terror in Katherine's quivering eyes, seeming to enjoy it for a moment before she bends down and gently picks Lionel up off the ground as Katherine catches her breath and breathes a sigh of relief. Eternity puts the snake around her neck and strokes him with her thumb as she holds his head to face her.
Eternity: She's such a meanie face isn't she? But we have to listen, she's the boss...
Katherine: Yes, yes I am, so long as you and that thing know it...
Eternity: His name is Lionel!
Katherine shakes her head.
Katherine: Lionel?
Eternity: Yes, Mommy loved Lionel. She used to sing his songs all the time.
Eternity then starts singing to Lionel.
Eternity: I've been alone with you inside my mind, and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times. I sometimes see you pass outside my door. Hello, is it me you're looking for?
Katherine rolls her eyes as she watches the weirdness of it all unfold before her, and she can't help but smile at Eternity's almost child-like innocence.
Katherine: Actually it is.
This grabs Eternity's attention and she cocks her head to the side, and looks at Katherine with a curious wonder in her eyes.
Katherine: How would you like a measure of revenge against the woman who cost you your very first match in IWF?
Eternity's eyes light up.
Eternity: Ooooooh, now that does sound like fun! Do I get to team with Ayla again?
This time it is Katherine's eyes that sparkle with an idea of how to best show BWA her authority.
Katherine: Sure, if that's what you want.
Eternity: It is! It is! She's so pretty!
Katherine: Then you shall have it, next week at Sacrifice it will be you and Ayla St James vs Alysson Gardner in a two on one Handicap Match!
Eternity's smile widens as she skips and twirls out of sheer joy...~
Eternity: YAY!
With that, you watch the image of a grateful Eternity be consumed by static and the static of your television set only seems to emphasise the unreliability of the modern technology you rely on to entertain and enrich your otherwise dull little life. With a frustrated sigh you get up, walk over to your television set and slap the side of it with your palm and the thing seems to come back to life with a picture of Alya St James in tight focus.
You race back to your couch and grab your tablet as you take a seat and see the same image plastered across it, now you have her in stereo. You watch as a hand plucks the edge of the image . The simultaneous broadcast continues to be reflected in both screens, but you've chosen to ignore the small screen for the full glory of a high definition image as plastered across your television. You hear my voice but you don't care as long as the image is held in focus.
Does this offend you Alysson? Does it upset you to see one of your best friends reduced to nothing more than a scantily clad bosom and posterior? Apparently it does, apparently you can't stand it. It makes you oh so mad, doesn't it? How dare anybody in the male dominant 18 to 35 demographic that watches IWF be reduced to just something shapely to fill out a pair of bra and panties? When you strip away the clothes from Ayla St James, you see nothing of her personality and that's what offends you, isn't it? But you know what Aly, it really shouldn't, because the truth is that everybody has a hard time seeing the personality of anybody in your little group of rebels without a cause or a clue, regardless of how many items of clothing you wear.
The people who stand in line and queue at the autograph tables at all the meet and greets clutching these little eight by tens in their sweaty little palms don't care about Ayla's personality, anymore than they do yours or Emma's, no, they're all willing to overlook the fact that you proudly sell yourself as bitches for literally no reason so long as you and your little band of princesses continue to strike a pose...
You see the photograph discarded and you see Eternity start to wave her hands and do a very familiar dance. A dance that once was very much in vogue and your guilty pleasure.
Strike a pose. Strike a pose. Vogue. Come on Vogue.
HEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEHEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!
Come on Alysson, strike a pose! There's nothing to it! I know you don't have a problem with posing for shots as candid as the one I just got your attention with, and why should you? You won't will because you all know that this is where you make most of your money and you're happy to let it all roll in when it is on your terms, but when the power is taken from you and somebody other than yourselves shamelessly exploits your sexuality for gain, that's when you really object isn't it? Tell me Aly, how long have you been in this business? Surely you should know how this business works by now. If you really didn't want to be exploited as a Diamond, you really shouldn't be here, because this is the wrestling business, not a nunnery. What are you objecting to anyway Aly? I've watched all of your promos, some of them even twice and I still don't get it, what are you fighting against? What is your problem with Katherine Lockheart?
I know she can be a big meanie and she didn't like my friend Lionel either when she met him, but really? What is it? She's given you your opportunities and you've seized most of them, everybody in this match has qualified for the tourney and a shot at the shiny, shiny belt. What more do you want? Cookies? A pony? A boob job? Oh sorry, you want to be seen as a wrestler, right? Silly me. But that's the thing Aly, Katherine's seen you as an athlete and a wrestler, a real fighter just like you always wanted. So turn that frown upside down because she's seen all three of you in that regard in fact, and you're still acting like its all so damn unfair. You take it as an insult and some grand conspiracy to tear apart your friendship with Ayla and Emma...
Awwwwww, don't worry Aly, you can still be friends, I promise.
You see me bat my eyelids, with my hands clasped together and held to my cheek.
So cheer up because you can still play kissy-face with Ayla, if you still want to after you two fight this Monday. Don't think of it as an opportunity to break up, think of it as an opportunity to do what each of you do even better than fight, no not bitch, but kiss and make up. For all your talk of respecting each other, I do wonder how true that really is because all I've seen in your quest to be seen as an athlete to be feared and respected, is the fact that you're not willing to respect your little friends enough to see them as athletes in their own right and give them the competition you crave and they deserve. Maybe you want to keep them on your side because you're afraid that they have not only the talent but the ability to take your reputation as the Queen Bee around here from you, maybe I'm wrong. I hope I am, I guess we'll all find out at Sacrifice together whether you respect Ayla enough to give her the competitive match she deserves. It will be a nice little preview to see how you handle the real threats to your crown as this little tourney to crown the best Diamond in the world plays out. Personally I'm curious to see what happens when your sting is removed Aly? Will you continue to buzz buzz buzz around here aimlessly...
You see me swat the air with my hand.
...or will you just curl up and die? Broken and exposed, every bit as fragile as the pretty young things you try to pretend you are not, but its as obvious as that rather substantial and snooty nose in the middle of your face that at heart you are a vunerable, delicate, troubled, insecure little flower. That's why you don't want to fight your friends because you don't want to lose them. Because nothing ever makes you quite as vunerable and exposed to the harsh realities of the world than loss and death. Losing my mommy made me vunerable...
Haha, your mommy died and mine is still alive!
Stop it! Stop it! Why are you so mean to me Billy?
I'm telling Miss Williams!
You see me curl up in a ball in the middle of the floor, tucking my knees to my chest and laying my head to the side upon them.
But Miss Williams didn't help me, nobody did. I had no friends. Nobody understood me then and nobody understands me now...but you know what that's like, don't you Aly? You're a tough chick with an attitude and a motorcycle and you're married to the most well known name in this business, and rather than just be happy with that and spend your days riding around on your little vroom vroom with Spikey-poo, you insist on coming here, you insist on knocking on my Kingdom's door and bullying me like your name was Billy Watson.
You see me look at the camera, wide-eyed as I yell in utter determination. You see me clench my right hand and thrust the air, no less than three times. You're no expert but it looks to you like I'm lost in a trance.
NO MORE BILLY!
NO MORE!
NEVER AGAIN!
OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO? LOOK AT THE BLOOD. I'M CALLING YOUR DADDY!
You see me smile and cock my head to the side, the glazed look in my eyes gone.
Good because I just want to go home. What was the big deal anyway? I thought art class was all about expressing yourself through colour like Miss Delaney said, so I expressed myself in a delightful shade of red and all it took for me to show the world Billy's true colours was a pair of blunt scissors. Somehow I think it will take so much less to show the world the fragility and vunerability that you keep hidden under a badass attitude and a biker jacket, won't it Aly? Something tells me I'll hear it in your voice and every word you speak as you relive the glory of having beaten me once already and how you're prepared to do it all again even inspite of the bullshit circumstances of this match that you're in with your bestest friend in the whole wide world. Does it make you mad that she's my friend again this week just like last week?
You've got to learn to share Aly.
No! You can't keep her all for yourself.
She's too pretty not to be shared.
Don't worry I'll give her back, but only if you ask nicely.
What's the magic word?
Muhuhuhuhuhahahahaha!
The look on your face. You're priceless Aly. You might be fun if you weren't quite so boring...
You see me yawn, waving my hand in front of my face.
Every promo is the same. You talk so much and say so little, it's almost as tragic as it is predictable.So go ahead Big Red, make fun of me, like they all do, tell me that just like Ryleigh I'm just another crazy chick not really worth your time. Tell me how you'll end me too if I push you...
Push. Push. Shove. Shove.
Oops-a-daisy!
What have I done?
Guess I'm gonna be in real trouble now.
Teeheeheeheeheheehee!
Tell me how you will rock my world and how I will hail the Goddess of Xtreme, compared to the losses which have already rocked my world, a loss to you would be just a little breeze to gently sway me as it blows by like the gust of hot air that it is...
Whoosh, there it goes!
Huhuhuhuhahahahahaha!
LIAR! LIAR! YOUR HAIR IS ON FIRE!
I can smell it burning.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My ear-piercing howls of laughter echo even as you see the scene on your television get lost in plumes of purple smoke. Next time you come over, promise me you won't wait so long, I've missed you...
Promise?
Cross your heart and hope to die?
Well howdy there pardner.