Post by Rowan MacDonnough on Mar 1, 2017 2:07:50 GMT
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Promo opens on Rowan MacDonnough sitting alone in a dark room full of red smoke. She is sitting on a steel chair with her hands clasped, head lowered and her face concealed in shadow. Lining the walls are pictures of every woman in the IWF Diamonds division, with their faces crossed out with Xs drawn harshly in what the audience tells itself is nothing more than dark red ink. The light in the room flickers sharply as though illuminated by a fire just off camera, casting haunting shadows dancing across the walls and through the smoke. A few action figures of the more marketable members of the diamonds division hang from the ceiling tied up in barbed wire.
"Diamonds..." Rowan begins slowly, her voice deep and smooth, colored with an Irish lilt, and perfectly clear through her face mask. "Everyone talks about Diamonds. Talks about their beauty. Talks about their value. Talks about their meaning, their representation of love and marriage... everyone seems to love diamonds, praise them, fight for them... die for them. So many people forget that diamonds are soaked in blood and pain. That Diamonds are born of suffering and fear, fought and bled for in brutal conflicts all around where they are mined. Every ring, every necklace, every earring and bracelet with Diamonds that anyone has ever worn is only bright and clear because someone worked tirelessly to scrub the blood clean... But as any forensic investigator can tell you... blood rarely ever truly washes out."
She leans forward slightly, closing with the camera. "But there's another truth about Diamonds... one that Empires the world over have fought as hard to hide as they did to bring those jewels into their country. Diamonds, at their core... are worthless. Little more than the world's most common element compressed into a small shape, and as common as dirt. Diamonds are nothing more than carbon, and as easy to pull from the dirt as bones from a grave. They only have value because their controllers tell the world that they do... and most are stupid enough to believe them."
She raises one hand and pours a handful of diamonds raining to the floor.
"Truths forgotten, it seems, by your lauded Diamonds Division, oh Imperial Wrestling Federation. All your girls, no matter their background, are little more than common stones pulled from the dirt, and yet you make them fight and tell the world they're special... a lie so oft repeated that even the stones begin to believe it. But just like the stone the division is named after, they are all just so much carbon pressed into a pleasing shape."
She looks up at the camera, showing her face though her eyes are closed. "There's one last lie about Diamonds - that they are forever. People tell you that Diamonds are unbreakable, indestructible... Eternal... but though they are dense, more often than not they are brittle as glass... and these shiny things that our world dangles in front of us and tells us are priceless can shatter if pressed in just the right way."
"And they will break. They will all break. They will feel their fragility, they will know pain, and before they see me in the ring they will know me in their nightmares. IWF Diamonds Division... I've been watching you for a long time. And now...?"
The walls of the room burst into flame, burning the pictures of the Diamonds division in a rapidly-spreading inferno. Rowan takes a deep breath as the smoke billows around her, and the camera zooms in on her face.
Her eyes open, shining gold with an almost inhuman malice. "I'm coming."
Her face vanishes in the crimson smoke, and the promo cuts to black, music lingering for a few more seconds before ending.
Promo opens on Rowan MacDonnough sitting alone in a dark room full of red smoke. She is sitting on a steel chair with her hands clasped, head lowered and her face concealed in shadow. Lining the walls are pictures of every woman in the IWF Diamonds division, with their faces crossed out with Xs drawn harshly in what the audience tells itself is nothing more than dark red ink. The light in the room flickers sharply as though illuminated by a fire just off camera, casting haunting shadows dancing across the walls and through the smoke. A few action figures of the more marketable members of the diamonds division hang from the ceiling tied up in barbed wire.
"Diamonds..." Rowan begins slowly, her voice deep and smooth, colored with an Irish lilt, and perfectly clear through her face mask. "Everyone talks about Diamonds. Talks about their beauty. Talks about their value. Talks about their meaning, their representation of love and marriage... everyone seems to love diamonds, praise them, fight for them... die for them. So many people forget that diamonds are soaked in blood and pain. That Diamonds are born of suffering and fear, fought and bled for in brutal conflicts all around where they are mined. Every ring, every necklace, every earring and bracelet with Diamonds that anyone has ever worn is only bright and clear because someone worked tirelessly to scrub the blood clean... But as any forensic investigator can tell you... blood rarely ever truly washes out."
She leans forward slightly, closing with the camera. "But there's another truth about Diamonds... one that Empires the world over have fought as hard to hide as they did to bring those jewels into their country. Diamonds, at their core... are worthless. Little more than the world's most common element compressed into a small shape, and as common as dirt. Diamonds are nothing more than carbon, and as easy to pull from the dirt as bones from a grave. They only have value because their controllers tell the world that they do... and most are stupid enough to believe them."
She raises one hand and pours a handful of diamonds raining to the floor.
"Truths forgotten, it seems, by your lauded Diamonds Division, oh Imperial Wrestling Federation. All your girls, no matter their background, are little more than common stones pulled from the dirt, and yet you make them fight and tell the world they're special... a lie so oft repeated that even the stones begin to believe it. But just like the stone the division is named after, they are all just so much carbon pressed into a pleasing shape."
She looks up at the camera, showing her face though her eyes are closed. "There's one last lie about Diamonds - that they are forever. People tell you that Diamonds are unbreakable, indestructible... Eternal... but though they are dense, more often than not they are brittle as glass... and these shiny things that our world dangles in front of us and tells us are priceless can shatter if pressed in just the right way."
"And they will break. They will all break. They will feel their fragility, they will know pain, and before they see me in the ring they will know me in their nightmares. IWF Diamonds Division... I've been watching you for a long time. And now...?"
The walls of the room burst into flame, burning the pictures of the Diamonds division in a rapidly-spreading inferno. Rowan takes a deep breath as the smoke billows around her, and the camera zooms in on her face.
Her eyes open, shining gold with an almost inhuman malice. "I'm coming."
Her face vanishes in the crimson smoke, and the promo cuts to black, music lingering for a few more seconds before ending.
Well howdy there pardner.