Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 23:02:31 GMT
Background music: “Crushed”- Parkway Drive.
Between beats and sets, her back was sore from rope runs and she’d only been here for a couple of hours and he still wasn’t here, she looked at the space where he usually stood, now empty.
Something rose up inside her and she hopped out the ring, and when she found him he was leant, head against the wall, fists clenched just breathing eyes closed.
“If you know what’s good for you, get out.”
The silence was interminable and she just breathed, watching him silently and he looked at her that familiar anger in his eyes looked at her with the hate as she stood there, looking through her, past her in said her and she just stood and she said softly, a familiar smirk crossing her face.
“No.”
Spike was suddenly caught between the surprise of her outright defiance of him and the fact she stood there, chest out, blue eyes staring at him, and before he speaks another word, she grabs his wrist and starts walking with a huff of breath walking along.
He found himself following her, to the ring that familiar structure, that all too familiar Baleful steel and iron and spring and wood his home for 20 years of hurt, 20 years of the graft the only place that ever welcomed him his deed an actions the only place where it all made sense.
She let go of his wrist and for a moment he found his anger rise up at her as Pan climbed in and started to run for the opposite ropes the stop and spin to sit in the middle of the ring and just stare at him, nothing needed to be said for those few moments and he started to his back and her voice spoke up.
“Do it and I’ll come find you again, you don’t walk out on me when you choose, you said it yourself you do this. You’re all in...”
Spike actually turned on her and words failed him as anger boiled over, pure unadulterated anger, sadness, hurt all of it aimed right at her, because she was there and he opened his mouth, to speak and nothing happened as Pan spoke again with a little more anger in her voice.
“What, Spike? C’mon give to me, you’ve watched me struggle, seen me bleed for you, throw up god knows what and keep going, taking everything you could give me and now the anger gets better of you you’re gonna walk away? Fuck that; get your ass in here.”
Pan pointed in the ring.
“C’MON!”
He blinked at Pan’s sudden burst of emotion and the next words slid out were perhaps not the best.
“What d’you care?!”
Pan took a step back, breath exiting as she almost looked like she’d been hit by a line by him, and his anger blew out of him seeing her like that, eyes locked on him as she then started to rise in anger herself.
“What do I care?”
She was suddenly out the ring and in his face, which given their height difference was probably comical but it took Spike a second to realize Pan was not backing down, even as she put a finger on his chest and pushed just a bit as she spoke.
“Believe it or Spike I care a whole deal about you, I care that you’re finding solace only in a piece of tin to give yourself and life meaning that you grief… your anger aren’t just hurting people, but it’s killing you, what you think I wouldn’t notice it? You think nobody else would? Andrew said he tried to reach out to you, that’s bullshit. He said nobody tried. And all the time you were invisible…Unseen All they saw was a monster…A God that wept. Me? I saw a man who needed help. I saw a Man who needed hope…”
Pan‘s anger softened and the poking a finger turned into a flat hand on his chest as she looked down and sighed speaking gently.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
Pan looks up slowly and then her hand son his cheeks and looks him in the eyes, which are stuck between emotions , there’s a long awkward pause and said solemnly like she knew what she’d done like she knew the admission was tantamount to guilt but he had admissions of his own he was hiding…he wasn’t ready.
“I’m sorry…So very sorry…This... you.”
She leant up, even as Spike couldn’t really manage words just shaking, and kissed his cheek a bit.
“All will be well.”
With that the blue haired Raver starts to walk away even as she rubbed her arm slowly and he managed to actually say something.
“Pandora.”
She stopped and looked back at him with a head cock.
“I didn’t say we were done for the day.”
Pan lights up in a smile and bounces for the ring, disguising the motions she felt with false bravado even as she moved to slide back in.
A few hours later the two of them are eating in an awkward silence however even as he actually spoke up with an exasperated expression.
“Why’d you kiss Mcfly? Of all people…I mean everything you said, everything you did.it doesn’t make sense kid.”
Pan managed a smirk and she thought about a bit and shrugged softly.
“You don’t beat Fiona with physical skill, she doesn’t learn Fiona McFly’s an emotional storm a conflict she’s a kid pretending to be a woman, to really get under her skin, you get in her head. That and I kinda wasn’t thinking about it. People get all bent outta shape over a kiss, I don’t see her that way, if it bothers you I guess sometimes I just… Go with the flow when I probably should stop?”
Spike blinked and smirked.
“You’re an odd woman Pandora.”
Pan chuckles, rubbung the back of her own neck, was she blushing? ok that was adorable.
“Coming from you Spike, that’s a commendation I think.”
It’s his turn to brush some of her hair aside and then ask seriously.
“You think you’ll do it kiddo?”
Pan shrugs.
“I’m gonna have a riot trying Spike, if I don’t. We train harder if I do, We train harder, should probably let you get into your head space properly, I just…I couldn’t sit there and watch it happen without at least letting you know…Somebody cares Spike.”
Spike manages a chuckle shaking his head.
“You have seen what they say about this, about us right?”
Pan frowned and responded with a hint of venom not even Spike knew Pan had eyes look at him.
“I didn’t ask to be saved by anyone…and I’m not in need of saving. I’m not a prize, and Fiona McFly can get bent if she thing you drove me to make any of these choices, this is a two way street, there’s no plan. No master manipulation Just me, and you. Fuck what anyone else thinks”
And after all that? Somehow Spike chuckled and ruffled her hair nodding, before they parted, no goodbyes, just another training session or a visit to the hospital.
Who knew?
Either way it was time for Pan to go to work.
Background music: Chant I - Making of Cyborg - Kenji Kawai
We find Pandora dancing in a spot light, eyes closed for now even as five other spot lights light about her currently there’s no music even as she slows her dancing with a slow spin, that now familiar playful smile starting to grace her lips.
“Well, Detroit as close to my hometown as we’re gonna get I reckon, unless by some dark miracle we Roll into Hope, I’ll have to take this as a sign , but here we are ladies, we did it.. The Iron Maiden, six women, one ring only one victor and one of us goes onward and upwards to challenge for the big one, to face the most dominant female we’ve had on our roster, and well I’m excited Because some of you I’ve faced before, well scratch that –one- of you, the rest of you are names I’ve seen bob along around me in orbit, and soon? Soon we dance. So let’s start music sisters.”
Pan steps out the spot light out of sight before we hear a drum beat, then the idle strings of “Shipping up to Boston” before the accordion kicks in And Pan comes storm out under a green spotlight dancing a bit like Shea does to her music smiling as he beckons on an imaginary crowd, before we cut to very Real footage of Shea’s path to this year’s Iron Maiden.
“Been a Topsy Turvy year for you hasn’t it? Three months ago you didn’t even know if you were gonna be back, and yet here you are, on the horse I’m pickin’ you first Shea, not out of disrespect or nay particular reason than somebody had to be first and me and you share a mentor, I was gonna keep it quiet but Ol’ Gillmen had to say somethin’ dumb again and now the proverbial cat I out of the bag, but yes I’ve been getting training from Spike Kane…”
She lets that sink for a minute, just a minute.
“You know where that goes, you know what that is I should know I had to watch the tapes, you know the ones he makes to show you every flaw, every missed moment the lectures the endless drills, drop sets, you ache and you ache and when he’s done with that and you feel lie k you’re about to burst…”
A low smirk.
“You do the second set of ten… Sound familiar? Sound heavier? I don’t know all I know if –anyone- here understand anything close to where I am right now it might -just- be you Shea, because I understand where you are, back on the boat, feeling burn, you want to drive see just how much you’ve lost, the fight still excites you though the Riot.. But you know you’ve lost a little edge but the ledge you fell form is –just- in sight and you reach …and reach.”
Pan smirks softly looking in the camera with a wry smile.
“I hope it’s you I get first sweetie, I hope me and you start that shindig, unlike a certain other Irish woman, I can look you in the eyes ad not want to tear your tongue out, does she have that effect on you too? Or just me?”
She gives a long slow spin and chuckles.
“I hope we dance, but if we don’t? We don’t. We’re very much under the spin of the barrel here, but from me to you? Putting knee to face and beat to drop is gonna be fun. Next dance partner!”
Pan once more steps back into the dark, another couple of beats as “We Can't Stop” by Trust the Medic comes soaring out, Pan once more stepping into the light, the golden shimmer touching her skin as she sighs softly, bouncing to the tune just a bit and spoke.
“Lizzy, I can’t dance like you, I can’t summon the complete ego-centric that is you, tinged with a mild hint of psychopathy and you might have just found somewhere you fit in, well done time to dance the dance again, of course I expect the usual run down form you the same thing you say all the time about what we shouldn’t expect and just how good you are, and I won’t take the form you, you –are- good, else you wouldn’t be here, but see I’m here too.”
Pan gives a little clap with a small grin and dances a little more again even as the music slowly fades out.
“But I dunno if you have it, I mean you’re like I was. Circling the outside, dipping in dipping out and just waiting, aching to take it to the next level and this? This is your chance, form here to Eternity to Paige and who knows where, but let’s get down to seriousness, I don’t much like you, and you don’t really care, ‘s fine, You have yet to reach Fiona Mcfly Levels of annoyance, and trust me that takes the sort of work you really aren’t willing to put in."
Pan poked a tounge out to the samera
"you’re talented , you’re dangerous and I’ll have to wrestle around as much as through you, your attitude stinks and that’s about where my story ends with you Lizzy, only the fight I don’t really care what it is you have to say.. There’s just the fight Bring it!”
Pan giggles and makes an over extended Bow as she dips out of the spot light into the dark.
Before stepping right back into the same spotlight as “Popular”- by The veronicas hits the area and the same golden light shimmers on her but Pans not really dancing as she makes a yawn face and one of the spotlights just extinguishes.
“Charity Crowne, the diamond in the rough, the bright, shining, future that very much reflects the current shining present, I watched you and the girls do your thing and you made it seem like you were special, unique a real diamond in the rough problem is though you weren’t even In the rough, I mean I doubt you know what rough looks like, oh wait no.. it’s anything that isn’t you, all narcissist and skill, and yes you do have skill, and moxie but what you are -not- Charity is something new and different."
Pan shurgs as if to apologise before continuing on.
"I mean I could print the name Garcia or Dalmon on you and some of us wouldn’t notice the difference but for the hair and impressive gymnastics, but you’re here and so now you gotta put up or shut up, and given your camera work in the DITR? I expect you to put up one –hell- of a dance, look down on me all you want, and I know you will because that’s what you do, I’m going to bring it to you and no amount of sneaking around and sniping your shots is gonna help, because I’m wise to your hypocrisy, anything you can’t actually do you lean on cheap, tacky cheating, moves. But hey as long as you win right?”
Pan leans forwards with a small grin and a smile.
“Newsflash, you ain’t gonna win. But it’ll be one hell of a field trip.”
Pan steps out of the light again as the music once more starts to build up and “The root of All Evil” by incendiary starts to play and this time Pan Rises into a flickering spotlight like a Zombie form the graves tapping her forearms one after another, nodding her head to the music even as she then speaks.
“Alicia Lukas, the last chance saloon, the veteran made good, winner of the Battle Royale, the woman who once said that if somebody could just let go of their morality, they’d make it far, oh Alicia if I’d met you a couple of years ago we’d have probably tore it up, as it happens if you ask some folk, my Morality has taken a big hit lately, the thing some folk said was also holding me back, making me not –quite- there not under the lights and in the big game? Do I expect you to wilt?”
Pan actually laughs a bit at that, shaking her head.
“Hardly, you have as much to prove as any of us. Because what came before means precisely nada. We’re going out there and we’re not just fighting each other, we’re fighting –ourselves- perceptions , deeds words actions not a lot in me had changed I just got a bit more of a spine, And I will not just Dance with you Lukas…It’ll be a Ballroom Blitz. I think ya’ll get the point I’m making don’t you, you see I’m taking my time to speak and every one of you because you –made it- here fair or foul so you –deserve- some of my time but you also deserve the stomping’ so, See you in that ring.”
Pan actual taps her own knee and gives the p-p-p-POW taught normally reserved for –her- knee strike as she makes the finger gun and steps back a before the lights slowly starts to fade up whilst she herself remains in the only patch darkness as “Square Hammer” by Ghost starts to play the light about Pandora giving those smiling features context even as she speaks again.
“And so we save our last dance, for the biggest calibre bullet The Viking .The Berserker, the Valkyrie, leader of the shield wall and 6’2” of war waiting for an excuse to be let loose and what an excuse you have Astrid!”
Pan chuckles.
“You’re the biggest woman on this roster, not even that Valentine Chick reaches your height, you have power to spare and most would think you a dumb, monstrous brute but they’d be wrong y’see I’m a Skald, to use your analogy, I collect tales and I was part of your Shield wall even before you sored it up, you raised hell down in Developmental, so much so Emma sticks around to make sure you don’t fall into the same pitfalls most rookies do, I’ve seen you in the gym whilst I was running Spike Sets, yeah I knew you were there but I was there to train to face against –you- to train to face against the best the IWF has to offer, to not just follow their path but improve it, that why we’re here right? All of us.”
Pan chuckles a bit and starts hammering a fist above her hart with a grin.
“What should scare you is that I’m not intimidated, that I will look you in face just like Would Paige Garcia, Eternity Any of those ladies and I will ask you to dance and I’ll do it with a smile on my face and a song in my heart, the beat goes on sister, Brig your strength bring your hour bring your virtue… And we’ll make a fight worthy of the name Valkyrie and well…I guess we leave of with the last song don’t we? Remember how it goes? You will.”
The lights suddenly cut out plunging Pan back into darkness before UV starts to bring her Lipstick and ring gear to light a single arm raised in the air.
We all recognise….That I’m the problem here…
Cut to black.
Fin
Between beats and sets, her back was sore from rope runs and she’d only been here for a couple of hours and he still wasn’t here, she looked at the space where he usually stood, now empty.
Something rose up inside her and she hopped out the ring, and when she found him he was leant, head against the wall, fists clenched just breathing eyes closed.
“If you know what’s good for you, get out.”
The silence was interminable and she just breathed, watching him silently and he looked at her that familiar anger in his eyes looked at her with the hate as she stood there, looking through her, past her in said her and she just stood and she said softly, a familiar smirk crossing her face.
“No.”
Spike was suddenly caught between the surprise of her outright defiance of him and the fact she stood there, chest out, blue eyes staring at him, and before he speaks another word, she grabs his wrist and starts walking with a huff of breath walking along.
He found himself following her, to the ring that familiar structure, that all too familiar Baleful steel and iron and spring and wood his home for 20 years of hurt, 20 years of the graft the only place that ever welcomed him his deed an actions the only place where it all made sense.
She let go of his wrist and for a moment he found his anger rise up at her as Pan climbed in and started to run for the opposite ropes the stop and spin to sit in the middle of the ring and just stare at him, nothing needed to be said for those few moments and he started to his back and her voice spoke up.
“Do it and I’ll come find you again, you don’t walk out on me when you choose, you said it yourself you do this. You’re all in...”
Spike actually turned on her and words failed him as anger boiled over, pure unadulterated anger, sadness, hurt all of it aimed right at her, because she was there and he opened his mouth, to speak and nothing happened as Pan spoke again with a little more anger in her voice.
“What, Spike? C’mon give to me, you’ve watched me struggle, seen me bleed for you, throw up god knows what and keep going, taking everything you could give me and now the anger gets better of you you’re gonna walk away? Fuck that; get your ass in here.”
Pan pointed in the ring.
“C’MON!”
He blinked at Pan’s sudden burst of emotion and the next words slid out were perhaps not the best.
“What d’you care?!”
Pan took a step back, breath exiting as she almost looked like she’d been hit by a line by him, and his anger blew out of him seeing her like that, eyes locked on him as she then started to rise in anger herself.
“What do I care?”
She was suddenly out the ring and in his face, which given their height difference was probably comical but it took Spike a second to realize Pan was not backing down, even as she put a finger on his chest and pushed just a bit as she spoke.
“Believe it or Spike I care a whole deal about you, I care that you’re finding solace only in a piece of tin to give yourself and life meaning that you grief… your anger aren’t just hurting people, but it’s killing you, what you think I wouldn’t notice it? You think nobody else would? Andrew said he tried to reach out to you, that’s bullshit. He said nobody tried. And all the time you were invisible…Unseen All they saw was a monster…A God that wept. Me? I saw a man who needed help. I saw a Man who needed hope…”
Pan‘s anger softened and the poking a finger turned into a flat hand on his chest as she looked down and sighed speaking gently.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
Pan looks up slowly and then her hand son his cheeks and looks him in the eyes, which are stuck between emotions , there’s a long awkward pause and said solemnly like she knew what she’d done like she knew the admission was tantamount to guilt but he had admissions of his own he was hiding…he wasn’t ready.
“I’m sorry…So very sorry…This... you.”
She leant up, even as Spike couldn’t really manage words just shaking, and kissed his cheek a bit.
“All will be well.”
With that the blue haired Raver starts to walk away even as she rubbed her arm slowly and he managed to actually say something.
“Pandora.”
She stopped and looked back at him with a head cock.
“I didn’t say we were done for the day.”
Pan lights up in a smile and bounces for the ring, disguising the motions she felt with false bravado even as she moved to slide back in.
A few hours later the two of them are eating in an awkward silence however even as he actually spoke up with an exasperated expression.
“Why’d you kiss Mcfly? Of all people…I mean everything you said, everything you did.it doesn’t make sense kid.”
Pan managed a smirk and she thought about a bit and shrugged softly.
“You don’t beat Fiona with physical skill, she doesn’t learn Fiona McFly’s an emotional storm a conflict she’s a kid pretending to be a woman, to really get under her skin, you get in her head. That and I kinda wasn’t thinking about it. People get all bent outta shape over a kiss, I don’t see her that way, if it bothers you I guess sometimes I just… Go with the flow when I probably should stop?”
Spike blinked and smirked.
“You’re an odd woman Pandora.”
Pan chuckles, rubbung the back of her own neck, was she blushing? ok that was adorable.
“Coming from you Spike, that’s a commendation I think.”
It’s his turn to brush some of her hair aside and then ask seriously.
“You think you’ll do it kiddo?”
Pan shrugs.
“I’m gonna have a riot trying Spike, if I don’t. We train harder if I do, We train harder, should probably let you get into your head space properly, I just…I couldn’t sit there and watch it happen without at least letting you know…Somebody cares Spike.”
Spike manages a chuckle shaking his head.
“You have seen what they say about this, about us right?”
Pan frowned and responded with a hint of venom not even Spike knew Pan had eyes look at him.
“I didn’t ask to be saved by anyone…and I’m not in need of saving. I’m not a prize, and Fiona McFly can get bent if she thing you drove me to make any of these choices, this is a two way street, there’s no plan. No master manipulation Just me, and you. Fuck what anyone else thinks”
And after all that? Somehow Spike chuckled and ruffled her hair nodding, before they parted, no goodbyes, just another training session or a visit to the hospital.
Who knew?
Either way it was time for Pan to go to work.
Background music: Chant I - Making of Cyborg - Kenji Kawai
We find Pandora dancing in a spot light, eyes closed for now even as five other spot lights light about her currently there’s no music even as she slows her dancing with a slow spin, that now familiar playful smile starting to grace her lips.
“Well, Detroit as close to my hometown as we’re gonna get I reckon, unless by some dark miracle we Roll into Hope, I’ll have to take this as a sign , but here we are ladies, we did it.. The Iron Maiden, six women, one ring only one victor and one of us goes onward and upwards to challenge for the big one, to face the most dominant female we’ve had on our roster, and well I’m excited Because some of you I’ve faced before, well scratch that –one- of you, the rest of you are names I’ve seen bob along around me in orbit, and soon? Soon we dance. So let’s start music sisters.”
Pan steps out the spot light out of sight before we hear a drum beat, then the idle strings of “Shipping up to Boston” before the accordion kicks in And Pan comes storm out under a green spotlight dancing a bit like Shea does to her music smiling as he beckons on an imaginary crowd, before we cut to very Real footage of Shea’s path to this year’s Iron Maiden.
“Been a Topsy Turvy year for you hasn’t it? Three months ago you didn’t even know if you were gonna be back, and yet here you are, on the horse I’m pickin’ you first Shea, not out of disrespect or nay particular reason than somebody had to be first and me and you share a mentor, I was gonna keep it quiet but Ol’ Gillmen had to say somethin’ dumb again and now the proverbial cat I out of the bag, but yes I’ve been getting training from Spike Kane…”
She lets that sink for a minute, just a minute.
“You know where that goes, you know what that is I should know I had to watch the tapes, you know the ones he makes to show you every flaw, every missed moment the lectures the endless drills, drop sets, you ache and you ache and when he’s done with that and you feel lie k you’re about to burst…”
A low smirk.
“You do the second set of ten… Sound familiar? Sound heavier? I don’t know all I know if –anyone- here understand anything close to where I am right now it might -just- be you Shea, because I understand where you are, back on the boat, feeling burn, you want to drive see just how much you’ve lost, the fight still excites you though the Riot.. But you know you’ve lost a little edge but the ledge you fell form is –just- in sight and you reach …and reach.”
Pan smirks softly looking in the camera with a wry smile.
“I hope it’s you I get first sweetie, I hope me and you start that shindig, unlike a certain other Irish woman, I can look you in the eyes ad not want to tear your tongue out, does she have that effect on you too? Or just me?”
She gives a long slow spin and chuckles.
“I hope we dance, but if we don’t? We don’t. We’re very much under the spin of the barrel here, but from me to you? Putting knee to face and beat to drop is gonna be fun. Next dance partner!”
Pan once more steps back into the dark, another couple of beats as “We Can't Stop” by Trust the Medic comes soaring out, Pan once more stepping into the light, the golden shimmer touching her skin as she sighs softly, bouncing to the tune just a bit and spoke.
“Lizzy, I can’t dance like you, I can’t summon the complete ego-centric that is you, tinged with a mild hint of psychopathy and you might have just found somewhere you fit in, well done time to dance the dance again, of course I expect the usual run down form you the same thing you say all the time about what we shouldn’t expect and just how good you are, and I won’t take the form you, you –are- good, else you wouldn’t be here, but see I’m here too.”
Pan gives a little clap with a small grin and dances a little more again even as the music slowly fades out.
“But I dunno if you have it, I mean you’re like I was. Circling the outside, dipping in dipping out and just waiting, aching to take it to the next level and this? This is your chance, form here to Eternity to Paige and who knows where, but let’s get down to seriousness, I don’t much like you, and you don’t really care, ‘s fine, You have yet to reach Fiona Mcfly Levels of annoyance, and trust me that takes the sort of work you really aren’t willing to put in."
Pan poked a tounge out to the samera
"you’re talented , you’re dangerous and I’ll have to wrestle around as much as through you, your attitude stinks and that’s about where my story ends with you Lizzy, only the fight I don’t really care what it is you have to say.. There’s just the fight Bring it!”
Pan giggles and makes an over extended Bow as she dips out of the spot light into the dark.
Before stepping right back into the same spotlight as “Popular”- by The veronicas hits the area and the same golden light shimmers on her but Pans not really dancing as she makes a yawn face and one of the spotlights just extinguishes.
“Charity Crowne, the diamond in the rough, the bright, shining, future that very much reflects the current shining present, I watched you and the girls do your thing and you made it seem like you were special, unique a real diamond in the rough problem is though you weren’t even In the rough, I mean I doubt you know what rough looks like, oh wait no.. it’s anything that isn’t you, all narcissist and skill, and yes you do have skill, and moxie but what you are -not- Charity is something new and different."
Pan shurgs as if to apologise before continuing on.
"I mean I could print the name Garcia or Dalmon on you and some of us wouldn’t notice the difference but for the hair and impressive gymnastics, but you’re here and so now you gotta put up or shut up, and given your camera work in the DITR? I expect you to put up one –hell- of a dance, look down on me all you want, and I know you will because that’s what you do, I’m going to bring it to you and no amount of sneaking around and sniping your shots is gonna help, because I’m wise to your hypocrisy, anything you can’t actually do you lean on cheap, tacky cheating, moves. But hey as long as you win right?”
Pan leans forwards with a small grin and a smile.
“Newsflash, you ain’t gonna win. But it’ll be one hell of a field trip.”
Pan steps out of the light again as the music once more starts to build up and “The root of All Evil” by incendiary starts to play and this time Pan Rises into a flickering spotlight like a Zombie form the graves tapping her forearms one after another, nodding her head to the music even as she then speaks.
“Alicia Lukas, the last chance saloon, the veteran made good, winner of the Battle Royale, the woman who once said that if somebody could just let go of their morality, they’d make it far, oh Alicia if I’d met you a couple of years ago we’d have probably tore it up, as it happens if you ask some folk, my Morality has taken a big hit lately, the thing some folk said was also holding me back, making me not –quite- there not under the lights and in the big game? Do I expect you to wilt?”
Pan actually laughs a bit at that, shaking her head.
“Hardly, you have as much to prove as any of us. Because what came before means precisely nada. We’re going out there and we’re not just fighting each other, we’re fighting –ourselves- perceptions , deeds words actions not a lot in me had changed I just got a bit more of a spine, And I will not just Dance with you Lukas…It’ll be a Ballroom Blitz. I think ya’ll get the point I’m making don’t you, you see I’m taking my time to speak and every one of you because you –made it- here fair or foul so you –deserve- some of my time but you also deserve the stomping’ so, See you in that ring.”
Pan actual taps her own knee and gives the p-p-p-POW taught normally reserved for –her- knee strike as she makes the finger gun and steps back a before the lights slowly starts to fade up whilst she herself remains in the only patch darkness as “Square Hammer” by Ghost starts to play the light about Pandora giving those smiling features context even as she speaks again.
“And so we save our last dance, for the biggest calibre bullet The Viking .The Berserker, the Valkyrie, leader of the shield wall and 6’2” of war waiting for an excuse to be let loose and what an excuse you have Astrid!”
Pan chuckles.
“You’re the biggest woman on this roster, not even that Valentine Chick reaches your height, you have power to spare and most would think you a dumb, monstrous brute but they’d be wrong y’see I’m a Skald, to use your analogy, I collect tales and I was part of your Shield wall even before you sored it up, you raised hell down in Developmental, so much so Emma sticks around to make sure you don’t fall into the same pitfalls most rookies do, I’ve seen you in the gym whilst I was running Spike Sets, yeah I knew you were there but I was there to train to face against –you- to train to face against the best the IWF has to offer, to not just follow their path but improve it, that why we’re here right? All of us.”
Pan chuckles a bit and starts hammering a fist above her hart with a grin.
“What should scare you is that I’m not intimidated, that I will look you in face just like Would Paige Garcia, Eternity Any of those ladies and I will ask you to dance and I’ll do it with a smile on my face and a song in my heart, the beat goes on sister, Brig your strength bring your hour bring your virtue… And we’ll make a fight worthy of the name Valkyrie and well…I guess we leave of with the last song don’t we? Remember how it goes? You will.”
The lights suddenly cut out plunging Pan back into darkness before UV starts to bring her Lipstick and ring gear to light a single arm raised in the air.
We all recognise….That I’m the problem here…
Cut to black.
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.