Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 15:48:58 GMT
For the fight, For the fun, for a few Dollars more.
Pittsburgh looms large in the distance, Penn state will soon be a memory and the carnival will move on to another city another battle ground and another bounty.
We find Pandora at the decks again head bowed as she flicks switches and spins records , crafting a beat for the camera, though we can’t hear it, blur hair and rainbowed lips curve into a smile as she bounces to the perfect beat, the mic picking it up as she flicks a few more switches.
Hold onto your butt.
The world is suddenly thrown into a montage of IWF footage. Pans hands being raised again to the beat and again and again, the beat drop landing again and again repeat the beat.
Then silence as we view an empty area, time lapse of a ring being constructed, lights camera and action, finally her voice as she spoke, time honored voice over as we find views of Pittsburgh.
V.O “Sometimes, you forgo the trash and get down to business, sometimes, you focus on the fight, the beat the beautiful dance, the moment where skill meets skill.”
The screen splits in two right down the middle, on one side Pan has pinned Crystal, on the other Crystal has pinned Pan, the two seem to rise in perfect unison and celebration, a weird synchronicity to their movements the emotions are different though Pan is jubilant, Crystal almost cocky.
V.O “We owe this to ourselves to knock it out of the damned park.”
Back to The decks where now the silence is deafening, apart form a single click, click ,click rhythmic beat as Pan as sat on a hotel couch dressed in shorts and a shirt feet kicked up as she looks into camera.
“I Know you pretty well by now Crystal, we’ve worked together and against each other, seen out highs and felt our lows I beat you and you beat me, even…square but this raises the stakes alittle doen’t it? I mean the last time we met in a ring for the Shield maiden we had two other girls vying for the prize as well, chaos.. beautiful chaos and in the end My shoulders were to mat where it could so very easily have been anyone else’s, not to take anythin’ away from your victory… you earned that belt that night and now?”
Pan claps her hands with a bright grin and ribs them together with a touch of glee in her voice.
“Now you gotta put it on the line against me because I have been –stalking- the shield maiden belt for long enough that ya’ll couldn’t ignore the fact that somehow? I keep winning. I Asked you to your face for this shot and you said no but apparently –somebody- was listening and so here we are, putting aside what is I dunno are we friends Crystal? I mean We might be…But I dunno, this business has a habit of bringing out the worst in folk.”
Pan gives a little smile, eyes glittering in the dark.
“I already see it creeping into you , the ecstasy of gold, removing pieces reason, you start to forget the road you walked to get there the arrogance creeps in and before you know it, we have another Garcia on the throne.”
She lifts a hand with a shake of her head with a chuckle.
“That’s what I saw in you when you said no, you looked me in the eye and said no, you mighta been teasing but you meant it, you had your crown and you want to keep hold of it as long as possible, amiright? So you know Might as well make this good. But as with all good revolutions they tend to come quick..”
Pan slowly spins on the spot and looks up to the sky.
“The question I guess is , which Crystal Miller will turn up on Sunday? The Crystal Miller that fought, scrapped and scraped her way to Sheildmaiden Victory, despite the detractors, the Crystal Miller that I consider as much a friend as a worthy adversary?, or the Crystal Miller that doubts, schemes and plays hard to get? The Crystal Miller that Won’t just end up getting beaten but end right back at the bottom of the hill, pushing that Boulder like some kinda modern day Sisyphus? I for your sake hope it’s option A , because I ain’t holding back Third time is the charm they say and If I claim that belt?”
Pan chuckles just a bit looking around as she
“You had best believe the phrase cold and hands is involved, I’ve come too far and too high to fall down again, bring the Silver screen queen, bring chaos and violence and I will have such sights to show you…bring anything less?”
Pan lets a slow smile cross her features, almost disconcerting like somebody planning how to eat a meal.
“And your suffering will be Legendary I’ll make a Symphony of your screams and we’ll make some beautiful music.. That I promise no Danse Macabre, but a Symphony all the same.”
Pan chuckles and stands up on her couch dropping off to look at the camera.
“The thing that really should scare you., is I’ve done this all by myself, really, through sheer grit and determination I have knocked on the door to this belt time and time again and now I cannot Will not, let you stop me, I Have to do this! ..I HAVE TO!”
The explosion of emotion gets a lip wobble as she points at the ground, as she takes a moment to calm down and then look at her hands with a smirk.
“Look at me Crystal… I’m shaking, we like to stand here strong .. in charge, screw the world and it’s definitons .. we’re better than that right I can’t wait for this you see me Shiver in Antici…..”
Pan smiles as she stop and flexes her hands and stands all the stronger , wiping at an eye with a free hand, her little outburst having brought the strain of tears.
“..Pation and so I look forwards music we make it’s gonna be beautiful and I have no regrets, I only hope than o matter how this turns out ..You hear some of my music too.”
She looks back down an moves to the turn table to turn off the clicking as she looks up to the camera and as she turns it of we cut rather suddenly to black.
The truth of the matter was Pan was now staring in a mirror at rainbows and blues and she felt nerves a bit , gripping at the bowl of a sink she could hear the chimes of her music behind her and she felt he smile grow.
Her heart slowed, she figured everybody thought Pandora was a character, a tick something concocted for easy writing and show expressions.
She looked up into the mirror and grinned to herself.
No, she’d show them she’d strip herself bare for all to see if necessary, that Pandora was Pandora.
The Chrous was coming she could feel it in her heart, in her very soul.
Let’s do it.
Pittsburgh looms large in the distance, Penn state will soon be a memory and the carnival will move on to another city another battle ground and another bounty.
We find Pandora at the decks again head bowed as she flicks switches and spins records , crafting a beat for the camera, though we can’t hear it, blur hair and rainbowed lips curve into a smile as she bounces to the perfect beat, the mic picking it up as she flicks a few more switches.
Hold onto your butt.
The world is suddenly thrown into a montage of IWF footage. Pans hands being raised again to the beat and again and again, the beat drop landing again and again repeat the beat.
Then silence as we view an empty area, time lapse of a ring being constructed, lights camera and action, finally her voice as she spoke, time honored voice over as we find views of Pittsburgh.
V.O “Sometimes, you forgo the trash and get down to business, sometimes, you focus on the fight, the beat the beautiful dance, the moment where skill meets skill.”
The screen splits in two right down the middle, on one side Pan has pinned Crystal, on the other Crystal has pinned Pan, the two seem to rise in perfect unison and celebration, a weird synchronicity to their movements the emotions are different though Pan is jubilant, Crystal almost cocky.
V.O “We owe this to ourselves to knock it out of the damned park.”
Back to The decks where now the silence is deafening, apart form a single click, click ,click rhythmic beat as Pan as sat on a hotel couch dressed in shorts and a shirt feet kicked up as she looks into camera.
“I Know you pretty well by now Crystal, we’ve worked together and against each other, seen out highs and felt our lows I beat you and you beat me, even…square but this raises the stakes alittle doen’t it? I mean the last time we met in a ring for the Shield maiden we had two other girls vying for the prize as well, chaos.. beautiful chaos and in the end My shoulders were to mat where it could so very easily have been anyone else’s, not to take anythin’ away from your victory… you earned that belt that night and now?”
Pan claps her hands with a bright grin and ribs them together with a touch of glee in her voice.
“Now you gotta put it on the line against me because I have been –stalking- the shield maiden belt for long enough that ya’ll couldn’t ignore the fact that somehow? I keep winning. I Asked you to your face for this shot and you said no but apparently –somebody- was listening and so here we are, putting aside what is I dunno are we friends Crystal? I mean We might be…But I dunno, this business has a habit of bringing out the worst in folk.”
Pan gives a little smile, eyes glittering in the dark.
“I already see it creeping into you , the ecstasy of gold, removing pieces reason, you start to forget the road you walked to get there the arrogance creeps in and before you know it, we have another Garcia on the throne.”
She lifts a hand with a shake of her head with a chuckle.
“That’s what I saw in you when you said no, you looked me in the eye and said no, you mighta been teasing but you meant it, you had your crown and you want to keep hold of it as long as possible, amiright? So you know Might as well make this good. But as with all good revolutions they tend to come quick..”
Pan slowly spins on the spot and looks up to the sky.
“The question I guess is , which Crystal Miller will turn up on Sunday? The Crystal Miller that fought, scrapped and scraped her way to Sheildmaiden Victory, despite the detractors, the Crystal Miller that I consider as much a friend as a worthy adversary?, or the Crystal Miller that doubts, schemes and plays hard to get? The Crystal Miller that Won’t just end up getting beaten but end right back at the bottom of the hill, pushing that Boulder like some kinda modern day Sisyphus? I for your sake hope it’s option A , because I ain’t holding back Third time is the charm they say and If I claim that belt?”
Pan chuckles just a bit looking around as she
“You had best believe the phrase cold and hands is involved, I’ve come too far and too high to fall down again, bring the Silver screen queen, bring chaos and violence and I will have such sights to show you…bring anything less?”
Pan lets a slow smile cross her features, almost disconcerting like somebody planning how to eat a meal.
“And your suffering will be Legendary I’ll make a Symphony of your screams and we’ll make some beautiful music.. That I promise no Danse Macabre, but a Symphony all the same.”
Pan chuckles and stands up on her couch dropping off to look at the camera.
“The thing that really should scare you., is I’ve done this all by myself, really, through sheer grit and determination I have knocked on the door to this belt time and time again and now I cannot Will not, let you stop me, I Have to do this! ..I HAVE TO!”
The explosion of emotion gets a lip wobble as she points at the ground, as she takes a moment to calm down and then look at her hands with a smirk.
“Look at me Crystal… I’m shaking, we like to stand here strong .. in charge, screw the world and it’s definitons .. we’re better than that right I can’t wait for this you see me Shiver in Antici…..”
Pan smiles as she stop and flexes her hands and stands all the stronger , wiping at an eye with a free hand, her little outburst having brought the strain of tears.
“..Pation and so I look forwards music we make it’s gonna be beautiful and I have no regrets, I only hope than o matter how this turns out ..You hear some of my music too.”
She looks back down an moves to the turn table to turn off the clicking as she looks up to the camera and as she turns it of we cut rather suddenly to black.
The truth of the matter was Pan was now staring in a mirror at rainbows and blues and she felt nerves a bit , gripping at the bowl of a sink she could hear the chimes of her music behind her and she felt he smile grow.
Her heart slowed, she figured everybody thought Pandora was a character, a tick something concocted for easy writing and show expressions.
She looked up into the mirror and grinned to herself.
No, she’d show them she’d strip herself bare for all to see if necessary, that Pandora was Pandora.
The Chrous was coming she could feel it in her heart, in her very soul.
Let’s do it.
Well howdy there pardner.