Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 17:25:13 GMT
Another loss, another humiliation, another stain on her already battered pride, the lights above were getting dimmer and there was silence.
It was getting harder to really pull herself out of this, music or not, really struggling to be herself and be what the world of wrestling was demanding, inches of degrees of darkness reminding her that shades of grey were an acceptable part of being one of the rainbow children.
Everyone had something to lean on, people to lean on ad all she really had was everyone else, to stick her head out and jump and time after time, nobody had been there to catch her, and still she got up, climbed and jumped again.
Only she wasn’t really committing to it, was she?
And there we see it again.
1, 2, 3 a three second Tan that signals a solid beat of defeat.
She sat in silence, legs crossed as she sighed, lights off in her room whilst a pen traced mindless circles on the music paper, before she paused and looked at the mess, tearing the page out to toss it away into a trash can, and then actually started writing music.
Her mind was saying not to fix on the fixation that was defeat, trying not to think about it only made it a little worse.
That’s when her phone beeped with the news of her latest match. And she just had to blink.
Staring at the announcement , she had to mutter the obvious really.
“Really?”
Yeah Pan, really.
She let it sink in some, her against Fiona, it seemed a little out of nowhere but she’d adjust she had to, unprepared as she was, uncertain as she was as to what was coming next.
Maybe she needed to hit the gym again, work the weights Feel her heart racing, that what she really wanted to feel again, the rush of excitement that came with the whole thing not to worry about what people thought or saw or said behind her back to let go again.. spiral towards that beautiful flame.
Five Minutes with Fiona could change all of that.
“We all recognize. That I’m. The Problem here!”
She looks at her phone as it rings her song, the anthem of her arrival and a truism of herself, she was the problem child.
She smiled seeing the name on the phone even ashes reached for it and hesitated.
No Mom, now wasn’t the time.
So she didn’t answer. She had things to do, to think about.
We fade in to the Gym where Pan s sat in a more relaxed version of her usual dress, legs curled under herself as she rubbed at her nose with an exasperated sigh.
“Lemme get this out in the open, I don’t agree with everything that comes outta Fi Fi’s trap, and yes I’ve laid into heron the Tweets lately, but really she’s like a song that never ends, on and on and on and on and eventually? It gets old. Really old.”
Pan stretched herself out and smirked even as she bounced in her seat just a bit.
“I can’t really mention how many times I’ve been beaten down and ground out as of recent, and this upcoming match kinda says it all, somebody must have a sick sense of humor or want to appease some dark selfish desire to see my ass tap, because five minutes with Fi Fi in a game of who’ll say the safe word or tap mat first ….is actually kinda a neat idea to me.”
She shakes her head a little with a sly smile.
“A lot has been made of Fi’s recent and quick victory over Kate, most anyone else would ha ridden that train as hard as they could…47 seconds Fi, I mean I can make a mean cup of coffee in 47 seconds, I can tie my laces in 47 seconds but you? You tapped a Girl out and your response to this whole thing is to start throwing out a tantrum about bread and circuses? What Bizarre world are in? Should –I- Be doing that? Stomping my feet and crying about how unfair it is with all my loses I have to face the master of the Chelsea Clutch…but no Instead.. I am anticipating the challenge you face and you? …You take to The Tweet space and complain, complain complain.”
Pan shakes her head with a huff of her breath.
“It’s aggravating, because yes it’s exploitative but it’s also a unique opportunity to prove your victory wasn’t a one off that you’re a technician to be feared but nope…you’d rather chastise people for a lack of professionalism whilst showing that same lack f it yourself, Hypocrisy much Fi fi?”
She shook her head with an idle smirk.
“Five minutes isn’t a long time, hell a lot of the tunes I listen to run longer than that but in that time we will write a symphony worthy of Bach or Beethoven, bones will grind tendons twang and In the end There’ll be the sound of tap , tap ,tap.”
Pandora taps her hand over her heart three times as she speaks those words
“Most folk don’t really know me for me Technical skills, but I got ‘m , just you see Fi.. I have a real deep box of tricks can pull out a whole puzzle box of pain to ratchet on you, and we have five whole minutes, and if I make one promise.. one vow it’s that I will not Tap within that five minutes. And I’m not gonna have you make me a liar Fiona.”
She shook her head a bit.
“Danger Zone represents a chance to redeem myself somewhat, and I intend to take it.. and I promise I will last a hell of a lot longer than 47 seconds. And I will redeem myself… I might even shock you. This Dance will get me closer to you than you ever wanted.”
She closes her eyes. Searching for some sort of touch some sort of flourish even as she found herself wanting to say more , eyes casting through the lens of the camera even as she smirks.
“I’ll see you at Danger zone Fi, We’re gonna fight, not dance we’re gonna scream, not sing and I will make the most of my five minutes, every single second.”
She gives a win to the camera and a flirty little smile.
“See you there, gorgeous.”
And with that? We fade out.
It was getting harder to really pull herself out of this, music or not, really struggling to be herself and be what the world of wrestling was demanding, inches of degrees of darkness reminding her that shades of grey were an acceptable part of being one of the rainbow children.
Everyone had something to lean on, people to lean on ad all she really had was everyone else, to stick her head out and jump and time after time, nobody had been there to catch her, and still she got up, climbed and jumped again.
Only she wasn’t really committing to it, was she?
And there we see it again.
1, 2, 3 a three second Tan that signals a solid beat of defeat.
She sat in silence, legs crossed as she sighed, lights off in her room whilst a pen traced mindless circles on the music paper, before she paused and looked at the mess, tearing the page out to toss it away into a trash can, and then actually started writing music.
Her mind was saying not to fix on the fixation that was defeat, trying not to think about it only made it a little worse.
That’s when her phone beeped with the news of her latest match. And she just had to blink.
Staring at the announcement , she had to mutter the obvious really.
“Really?”
Yeah Pan, really.
She let it sink in some, her against Fiona, it seemed a little out of nowhere but she’d adjust she had to, unprepared as she was, uncertain as she was as to what was coming next.
Maybe she needed to hit the gym again, work the weights Feel her heart racing, that what she really wanted to feel again, the rush of excitement that came with the whole thing not to worry about what people thought or saw or said behind her back to let go again.. spiral towards that beautiful flame.
Five Minutes with Fiona could change all of that.
“We all recognize. That I’m. The Problem here!”
She looks at her phone as it rings her song, the anthem of her arrival and a truism of herself, she was the problem child.
She smiled seeing the name on the phone even ashes reached for it and hesitated.
No Mom, now wasn’t the time.
So she didn’t answer. She had things to do, to think about.
We fade in to the Gym where Pan s sat in a more relaxed version of her usual dress, legs curled under herself as she rubbed at her nose with an exasperated sigh.
“Lemme get this out in the open, I don’t agree with everything that comes outta Fi Fi’s trap, and yes I’ve laid into heron the Tweets lately, but really she’s like a song that never ends, on and on and on and on and eventually? It gets old. Really old.”
Pan stretched herself out and smirked even as she bounced in her seat just a bit.
“I can’t really mention how many times I’ve been beaten down and ground out as of recent, and this upcoming match kinda says it all, somebody must have a sick sense of humor or want to appease some dark selfish desire to see my ass tap, because five minutes with Fi Fi in a game of who’ll say the safe word or tap mat first ….is actually kinda a neat idea to me.”
She shakes her head a little with a sly smile.
“A lot has been made of Fi’s recent and quick victory over Kate, most anyone else would ha ridden that train as hard as they could…47 seconds Fi, I mean I can make a mean cup of coffee in 47 seconds, I can tie my laces in 47 seconds but you? You tapped a Girl out and your response to this whole thing is to start throwing out a tantrum about bread and circuses? What Bizarre world are in? Should –I- Be doing that? Stomping my feet and crying about how unfair it is with all my loses I have to face the master of the Chelsea Clutch…but no Instead.. I am anticipating the challenge you face and you? …You take to The Tweet space and complain, complain complain.”
Pan shakes her head with a huff of her breath.
“It’s aggravating, because yes it’s exploitative but it’s also a unique opportunity to prove your victory wasn’t a one off that you’re a technician to be feared but nope…you’d rather chastise people for a lack of professionalism whilst showing that same lack f it yourself, Hypocrisy much Fi fi?”
She shook her head with an idle smirk.
“Five minutes isn’t a long time, hell a lot of the tunes I listen to run longer than that but in that time we will write a symphony worthy of Bach or Beethoven, bones will grind tendons twang and In the end There’ll be the sound of tap , tap ,tap.”
Pandora taps her hand over her heart three times as she speaks those words
“Most folk don’t really know me for me Technical skills, but I got ‘m , just you see Fi.. I have a real deep box of tricks can pull out a whole puzzle box of pain to ratchet on you, and we have five whole minutes, and if I make one promise.. one vow it’s that I will not Tap within that five minutes. And I’m not gonna have you make me a liar Fiona.”
She shook her head a bit.
“Danger Zone represents a chance to redeem myself somewhat, and I intend to take it.. and I promise I will last a hell of a lot longer than 47 seconds. And I will redeem myself… I might even shock you. This Dance will get me closer to you than you ever wanted.”
She closes her eyes. Searching for some sort of touch some sort of flourish even as she found herself wanting to say more , eyes casting through the lens of the camera even as she smirks.
“I’ll see you at Danger zone Fi, We’re gonna fight, not dance we’re gonna scream, not sing and I will make the most of my five minutes, every single second.”
She gives a win to the camera and a flirty little smile.
“See you there, gorgeous.”
And with that? We fade out.
Well howdy there pardner.