Post by Black Jesus on Jun 23, 2013 17:17:22 GMT
Portia is making her way to the back she has an ice bag on her neck, some of the stage hands are giving her props, as some of the roster waiting to go out, a group are parked around the monitor... she takes a moment to get a glance at the screen, as Jenny and Tara are in the middle of their match. She kinda rolls her eyes a bit before walking off. She walks into the locker room.
We come back to Portia standing outside of Solider Field, the show has been over for a few days, the IWF banners have been taken down, as they get ready to promote whatever event is coming to town.
“I guess I decided to stick around Chicago, for a few extra days... I kinda needed the time to clear my mind and gather my thoughts. It's kinda pointless to beat myself up over this one... but it's hard to think all of that in the heat of the moment. So I guess this is where I am at now...”
She takes a long deep breath before continuing her thoughts
“I guess this is the part where I make an excuse or just beat myself up for coming up short at Bloody Assizes , but you see... it's not gonna happen this week.
Not today.
Tara, Jenny, you two gave me a hell of a fight and to be able to just stand in that ring with you two, was enough for me. To be viewed at that same level as you two, was enough for me, and it motivates me enough to get back into that light. To show that it was more than me being a fluke, that I do have the ability to be a top dog in this company. After my elimination, I never had a chance to watch the end of the match until much later...
And the clinic you two put on, can only be respected, you two are really the top of division, but know I came up short this time, but next time, I promise that will change and it will be me standing tall, last Sunday was only a taste, but a taste is all I need, and I want more... I want that glory, and having it snatched away from you, only makes you more hungry, I am coming for that top spot and come hell or hgih water, I will get there.
As for this week... ummm... not exactly the way I expected to get back on track. It's not exactly how I envisioned the star to my little journey, but I guess you have to play the cards you are dealt... and they dealt me... this... a Lingerie competition or whatever it's being called. I have to say, it's not exactly the first thing that came to my mind on this list of things that I might be doing Monday night.
So kudos for the surprise IWF management...”
She kinda just shrugs her shoulder at the thought.
“Ace and Mike Machado are judging it, and from what I've heard from Xavier, Ace is a stand up dude, differences aside and Mike... hold on...”
Portia reaches into her pocket and pulls out her cell phone and starts to swipe through some screens
“Ok... from Xavier, on Machado, '... you mean that guy with the mustache? He seems like a cool dude. His videos are funny, but if he offers you candy or volunteers to show off his van, just say 'no'.'”
She swipes through some more messages, and begins to just shake her head
“Between receiving just... an overwhelming amount of text messages from Bishop about what top I will wear, or what goes with what and him rubbing it in my face, it's hard to go into this... thing with any kind of clear head.
I understand being able to adapt in wrestling. One week you are in a singles match, the next a tag match, the the week after you are in some sort of hardcore match or in this case... a Lingerie showcase..
What the fuck?
I guess I should be flattered that I get a chance to show my more lady-like side... but... I didn't come to IWF to show off my lady-like side, it's... I dont know, it just seems crazy. But this is the curve ball management throws at you to see what you got, and see if you can take the bull by the horns.
I know some of the girls are excited, and some are ready to rip some people's heads off... I guess I don't know where I stand. I get a chance to be in the Heiress to the Throne tournament and become the first EVER Diamond's Champion.
That accomplishment is what stands at the top of the mountain for me, and to get a chance to even BEGIN to climb that mountain I have to get through this... thing.
'How bad do you want this, Portia?'
It is a question I've had to ask myself so many times, but that is usually coming back from an injury or a tough loss, not... getting ready to prance around in my underwear... on national TV...”
She stops... and looks into the air, before letting out a deep sigh...
“Win or lose, I will never be able to live this one down, and I am sure Bishop will have enough “reminders” for me around the gym. I wonder if he has his DVR set for Monday. And I bet most of you do too, right?”
She does a kinda half-hearted double thumbs up
“Yeah you do. And that means high ratings and more exposure for us... both literally and figuratively, so I don't know?
Hell anything can happen, so what the hell, Jenny, Ashley, Isabella, Alexis, and Amber this is the part of the promo where I would threaten some sort of bodily harm or look into the camera with a stern look , but seeing as the nature of our match does really lend me to doing bodily harm or kicking anyone in the head... I guess this is now the part where I wish you all.. good luck?
I dunno, I've never had to do this before, but good luck seems to be the appropriate thing to say in a situation like this one.
That.. and I guess I have some shopping to do?”
She gets ready to do her sign off, but she quickly reaches for her phone as she has received a new message, and she just outs on the most disgusted look on her face as she is turning her phones sideways as well as her head...
“Bishop... what the hell did you send me? That just looks three pieces of string... better yet a dental floss sling-shot... I can't wait for this week to be over...”
Fade out to black.
We come back to Portia standing outside of Solider Field, the show has been over for a few days, the IWF banners have been taken down, as they get ready to promote whatever event is coming to town.
“I guess I decided to stick around Chicago, for a few extra days... I kinda needed the time to clear my mind and gather my thoughts. It's kinda pointless to beat myself up over this one... but it's hard to think all of that in the heat of the moment. So I guess this is where I am at now...”
She takes a long deep breath before continuing her thoughts
“I guess this is the part where I make an excuse or just beat myself up for coming up short at Bloody Assizes , but you see... it's not gonna happen this week.
Not today.
Tara, Jenny, you two gave me a hell of a fight and to be able to just stand in that ring with you two, was enough for me. To be viewed at that same level as you two, was enough for me, and it motivates me enough to get back into that light. To show that it was more than me being a fluke, that I do have the ability to be a top dog in this company. After my elimination, I never had a chance to watch the end of the match until much later...
And the clinic you two put on, can only be respected, you two are really the top of division, but know I came up short this time, but next time, I promise that will change and it will be me standing tall, last Sunday was only a taste, but a taste is all I need, and I want more... I want that glory, and having it snatched away from you, only makes you more hungry, I am coming for that top spot and come hell or hgih water, I will get there.
As for this week... ummm... not exactly the way I expected to get back on track. It's not exactly how I envisioned the star to my little journey, but I guess you have to play the cards you are dealt... and they dealt me... this... a Lingerie competition or whatever it's being called. I have to say, it's not exactly the first thing that came to my mind on this list of things that I might be doing Monday night.
So kudos for the surprise IWF management...”
She kinda just shrugs her shoulder at the thought.
“Ace and Mike Machado are judging it, and from what I've heard from Xavier, Ace is a stand up dude, differences aside and Mike... hold on...”
Portia reaches into her pocket and pulls out her cell phone and starts to swipe through some screens
“Ok... from Xavier, on Machado, '... you mean that guy with the mustache? He seems like a cool dude. His videos are funny, but if he offers you candy or volunteers to show off his van, just say 'no'.'”
She swipes through some more messages, and begins to just shake her head
“Between receiving just... an overwhelming amount of text messages from Bishop about what top I will wear, or what goes with what and him rubbing it in my face, it's hard to go into this... thing with any kind of clear head.
I understand being able to adapt in wrestling. One week you are in a singles match, the next a tag match, the the week after you are in some sort of hardcore match or in this case... a Lingerie showcase..
What the fuck?
I guess I should be flattered that I get a chance to show my more lady-like side... but... I didn't come to IWF to show off my lady-like side, it's... I dont know, it just seems crazy. But this is the curve ball management throws at you to see what you got, and see if you can take the bull by the horns.
I know some of the girls are excited, and some are ready to rip some people's heads off... I guess I don't know where I stand. I get a chance to be in the Heiress to the Throne tournament and become the first EVER Diamond's Champion.
That accomplishment is what stands at the top of the mountain for me, and to get a chance to even BEGIN to climb that mountain I have to get through this... thing.
'How bad do you want this, Portia?'
It is a question I've had to ask myself so many times, but that is usually coming back from an injury or a tough loss, not... getting ready to prance around in my underwear... on national TV...”
She stops... and looks into the air, before letting out a deep sigh...
“Win or lose, I will never be able to live this one down, and I am sure Bishop will have enough “reminders” for me around the gym. I wonder if he has his DVR set for Monday. And I bet most of you do too, right?”
She does a kinda half-hearted double thumbs up
“Yeah you do. And that means high ratings and more exposure for us... both literally and figuratively, so I don't know?
Hell anything can happen, so what the hell, Jenny, Ashley, Isabella, Alexis, and Amber this is the part of the promo where I would threaten some sort of bodily harm or look into the camera with a stern look , but seeing as the nature of our match does really lend me to doing bodily harm or kicking anyone in the head... I guess this is now the part where I wish you all.. good luck?
I dunno, I've never had to do this before, but good luck seems to be the appropriate thing to say in a situation like this one.
That.. and I guess I have some shopping to do?”
She gets ready to do her sign off, but she quickly reaches for her phone as she has received a new message, and she just outs on the most disgusted look on her face as she is turning her phones sideways as well as her head...
“Bishop... what the hell did you send me? That just looks three pieces of string... better yet a dental floss sling-shot... I can't wait for this week to be over...”
Fade out to black.
Well howdy there pardner.