Post by Charity Crowne on Apr 24, 2017 4:37:31 GMT
Who does Riley Gordon think she is?! She can't do this to me! I'm the bloody Diamond in the Rough, not some common fodder for the meat grinder! She can't just throw me out in the front of the line like that. She thinks she's so in charge of everyone, but she's not. She's not even really in charge of me. This is just an abuse of her power, and after I win the Iron Maiden I'll be going to the Board of Directors with my formal complaint to have Riley Gordon removed from her position. I'm confident I can pull it off. After all, I've done everything else I've said I'd do in IWF. What's stopping me here?
I just have to survive sixteen tons of steel and five of IWF's angriest and most motivated competitors, all vying for my God-given spot challenging for the Diamonds Title at Night of the Immortals. Really, when I phrase it like that, why am I so worried about it? It's only five women. I already outlasted nine others to earn this spot. This is almost half the work that I've got to do this time. Should be a walk in the park. A walk in the steel-wrapped, unrelentingly vicious park. So a park in Hull, essentially.
I could go through each and every one of the women in this match and pick them apart with a fine-toothed comb. I could talk about all their character defects, their flaws as athletes, their terminal lack of class or style, their professional failings...but we'd be here for hours if I went through everything these losers got wrong, so I'll keep it sweet and classy, just like me. More than they deserve, really, but that's just me.
Shea O'Hara? Oh boo hoo, look at me, I got m'arm broke and now I'm tryin' to make something of myself? Puh-lease. I won't say this very often, but Eternity did us all a favor when she broke your arm. It saved us having to hear that voice of yours and your punk rock pretensions of glory. What is it with this company and people trying to be rock and roll artists? You're not good enough to do one job, why try two? You should just go back home and leave the wrestling to the real superstars, darling. Wouldn't want to be a disappointment again, would you?
Alicia Lukas. Woohoo, you went to Japan! Congratulations! So have I! You're real tough, Cupcake. Just make me quake in my stylish yet comfortable boots. And don't think the backhanded compliments fool me. Unlike the rest of these losers, I haven't been so starved for attention that I don't know what you're doing. I've played that game before. You hate them just as much as I do. The difference between us is that I feel comfortable enough in my own skin to admit it. You won two matches to get here. I had to win four. You haven't put in the work that it takes to be the Iron Maiden. Take it from a Diamond in the Rough.
Astrid Hall. What is it with the tall freaks in this place?! Rowan, Maxine, and now you? Where did they find you, some Game of Thrones convention? Listen, if you can lay off the Dungeons and Dragons long enough to: nobody's impressed by your little cosplay act. They saw it before with Jessica Reed, and at least she had the decency to only be a freak in a mask, not a giant. I'm used to your kind at this point, though. You walk tall, hit hard, and fall harder. Diamond Cutter fits all shapes and sizes, love, and Euro-vision must be clouded if you think your chances of winning this are anything more than a Fairytale. You're gonna learn what it really means to have the hammer come down.
Lizzy Dalmon. Finally, my kind of people! It is SO good to see that my admission to this company wasn't an aberration. There ARE other people of worth here. It's a shame we're meeting like this, Lizzy. We could have been great friends. We might still. I don't know about you, but I've been positively STARVED for any decent social interaction backstage. In this match, though...we can't afford friends, no matter how rich we are. You're an opponent, and one that could be my golden ticket to Night of the Immortals. I can't get attached now. But when we're all done, no hard feelings, yeah? Buy you a drink? Lament the state of this place? Sound like fun? Sounds like a blast to me.
And Pandora Freeman. Yechh. From the best to the worst. This sodding freak has it all: neon, obnoxious perkiness...you're like everything I hate about so many other members of this bloody company rolled into one rave-reject package. And you spend your time hanging out with Spike Kane. Gross. You must be some kind of serious freak if you think that's who you should be hanging out with. But what do I know? I'm just the epitome of class and taste, not like I'm an expert on who you should be associating with. Oh, wait. Maybe when I clean your clock, you'll knock some brain cells back into working and learn how to actually succeed?
Facts are, ladies, I'm the Iron Maiden. I've earned it, I've earned my right to my crown. You are just the last steps I have to take as I ascend to my throne. I'll walk all over you, with a smile on my face and malice in my heart. And when the Diamond Cutter brings you crashing down, you'll know you were all, in the end, unable to measure up to someone who is...Simply...Flawless.
Cheers!
"FIRST ENTRANT?!" Charity's voice screeches down the hall as she walks towards her hotel room, phone firmly affixed to her ear. She huffs and fumes, stalking along with murderous intent in her eyes. "I swear to God, Tabs, if these idiots don't get their priorities right, they won't be able to abuse me any more, 'cos I won't be around for them to abuse. It's ludicrous, right?!"
"SO ridiculous, Chare." the voice, equally vacuous and high-class in its accent, floats back over the phone's speaker. "What do they think they're doing? Honestly, it's a sign of what kinda person you are you haven't taken them for all but their pants yet."
"Right?" Charity can't help but smile, stopping at the door to her room. "I'm just such a lovely human being." She unlocks the door, a smile on her face, and steps inside, swinging it shut. "Anyway, I need to get some sleep, and you're up FAR too early, so you should get back on to bed. TTYL, Tabby!"
"Lates, Charity!" the voice chirps back, and Charity hangs up the phone, sighing. She struts into the room, tossing the phone onto the bed, and flops back-first into the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She kicks her feet a little, grinning, and sighs to herself, rolling onto her side. "Pfft, it's no big deal. I can do this. Just have to survive five very angry women...and the possibility that freak Rowan might try to interfere...or Maxine might try to interfere...inside a giant steel trap..."
Charity's grin begins to fade somewhat as she continues to speak. "Right, y'know? It's no big thing. I just have to pray that I can win this right away before someone gets into the match and threatens my chances. Like Astrid Hall, ready to turn me into a paste...or Alicia Lukas kicking my face through into the back of my head...yeah, but that won't happen, right? Right?"
She giggles to herself nervously, voice beginning to falter slightly as she tries to push forward. "It's not like Shea O'Hara's liable to rip my legs off trying to get me to submit, or Lizzy Dalmon's actually going to be a threat to me here...hell, it's not even like Pandora Freeman's anything more than a total joke. That'd just be...that'd be ludicrous, yeah? Patently ludicrous!"
Charity sits up, leaning against the headboard, and tucks her knees to her chest, laughing nervously to herself. "I know it won't. Right? My luck has to change at some point, right? Bloody right? I can't just have life kick me in the teeth like this. I'm Charity Crowne. I'm better than this. I'm made for more than this."
She nods again, seeming to pull more of her confidence back into herself as she speaks. "Right! I'm the Diamond in the Rough! I'm the Crowne Jewel! I've nothing to fear! They can't touch me. I'll show them who's really in charge. This is fine. This is going to be just fine! Yes. Yes, we'll be good!" She nods to herself, grinning confidently. "Nothing to fear, really..."
Charity burrows her way under the covers of her bed, reaching over and turning off the light. She rolls onto her side, eyes fluttering shut. As they flick open briefly, though, Charity sees a vaguely humanoid figure looming near her bed, a pair of glowing golden lights where its eyes should be. Charity bolts upright in bed, hand flying for the light switch as she lets out a piercing scream of "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
As the lights flick back on, Charity rocking in her place, the figure is revealed to be a strange branching lamp, a pair of small status indicator lights glowing golden where the "eyes" of the figure had been. Charity nods to herself, heart pounding, and slowly begins to settle back down, swallowing back down her anxiety. A knock comes at the door, though, which startles Charity again. "Housekeeping, we heard a scream, is everything alright?"
Charity snaps back, accent suddenly becoming much rougher. "I'M FINE! FUCKING SOD OFF, WILL YA?! CAN'T I BLOODY SLEEP IN PEACE?!" After a moment's silence, Charity nods, slowly slipping back under the blankets. She reaches back out for the light switch, hand trembling, and after a few shaky tries flicks off the light, eyes never leaving the lamp as we fade to black.
I just have to survive sixteen tons of steel and five of IWF's angriest and most motivated competitors, all vying for my God-given spot challenging for the Diamonds Title at Night of the Immortals. Really, when I phrase it like that, why am I so worried about it? It's only five women. I already outlasted nine others to earn this spot. This is almost half the work that I've got to do this time. Should be a walk in the park. A walk in the steel-wrapped, unrelentingly vicious park. So a park in Hull, essentially.
I could go through each and every one of the women in this match and pick them apart with a fine-toothed comb. I could talk about all their character defects, their flaws as athletes, their terminal lack of class or style, their professional failings...but we'd be here for hours if I went through everything these losers got wrong, so I'll keep it sweet and classy, just like me. More than they deserve, really, but that's just me.
Shea O'Hara? Oh boo hoo, look at me, I got m'arm broke and now I'm tryin' to make something of myself? Puh-lease. I won't say this very often, but Eternity did us all a favor when she broke your arm. It saved us having to hear that voice of yours and your punk rock pretensions of glory. What is it with this company and people trying to be rock and roll artists? You're not good enough to do one job, why try two? You should just go back home and leave the wrestling to the real superstars, darling. Wouldn't want to be a disappointment again, would you?
Alicia Lukas. Woohoo, you went to Japan! Congratulations! So have I! You're real tough, Cupcake. Just make me quake in my stylish yet comfortable boots. And don't think the backhanded compliments fool me. Unlike the rest of these losers, I haven't been so starved for attention that I don't know what you're doing. I've played that game before. You hate them just as much as I do. The difference between us is that I feel comfortable enough in my own skin to admit it. You won two matches to get here. I had to win four. You haven't put in the work that it takes to be the Iron Maiden. Take it from a Diamond in the Rough.
Astrid Hall. What is it with the tall freaks in this place?! Rowan, Maxine, and now you? Where did they find you, some Game of Thrones convention? Listen, if you can lay off the Dungeons and Dragons long enough to: nobody's impressed by your little cosplay act. They saw it before with Jessica Reed, and at least she had the decency to only be a freak in a mask, not a giant. I'm used to your kind at this point, though. You walk tall, hit hard, and fall harder. Diamond Cutter fits all shapes and sizes, love, and Euro-vision must be clouded if you think your chances of winning this are anything more than a Fairytale. You're gonna learn what it really means to have the hammer come down.
Lizzy Dalmon. Finally, my kind of people! It is SO good to see that my admission to this company wasn't an aberration. There ARE other people of worth here. It's a shame we're meeting like this, Lizzy. We could have been great friends. We might still. I don't know about you, but I've been positively STARVED for any decent social interaction backstage. In this match, though...we can't afford friends, no matter how rich we are. You're an opponent, and one that could be my golden ticket to Night of the Immortals. I can't get attached now. But when we're all done, no hard feelings, yeah? Buy you a drink? Lament the state of this place? Sound like fun? Sounds like a blast to me.
And Pandora Freeman. Yechh. From the best to the worst. This sodding freak has it all: neon, obnoxious perkiness...you're like everything I hate about so many other members of this bloody company rolled into one rave-reject package. And you spend your time hanging out with Spike Kane. Gross. You must be some kind of serious freak if you think that's who you should be hanging out with. But what do I know? I'm just the epitome of class and taste, not like I'm an expert on who you should be associating with. Oh, wait. Maybe when I clean your clock, you'll knock some brain cells back into working and learn how to actually succeed?
Facts are, ladies, I'm the Iron Maiden. I've earned it, I've earned my right to my crown. You are just the last steps I have to take as I ascend to my throne. I'll walk all over you, with a smile on my face and malice in my heart. And when the Diamond Cutter brings you crashing down, you'll know you were all, in the end, unable to measure up to someone who is...Simply...Flawless.
Cheers!
"FIRST ENTRANT?!" Charity's voice screeches down the hall as she walks towards her hotel room, phone firmly affixed to her ear. She huffs and fumes, stalking along with murderous intent in her eyes. "I swear to God, Tabs, if these idiots don't get their priorities right, they won't be able to abuse me any more, 'cos I won't be around for them to abuse. It's ludicrous, right?!"
"SO ridiculous, Chare." the voice, equally vacuous and high-class in its accent, floats back over the phone's speaker. "What do they think they're doing? Honestly, it's a sign of what kinda person you are you haven't taken them for all but their pants yet."
"Right?" Charity can't help but smile, stopping at the door to her room. "I'm just such a lovely human being." She unlocks the door, a smile on her face, and steps inside, swinging it shut. "Anyway, I need to get some sleep, and you're up FAR too early, so you should get back on to bed. TTYL, Tabby!"
"Lates, Charity!" the voice chirps back, and Charity hangs up the phone, sighing. She struts into the room, tossing the phone onto the bed, and flops back-first into the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She kicks her feet a little, grinning, and sighs to herself, rolling onto her side. "Pfft, it's no big deal. I can do this. Just have to survive five very angry women...and the possibility that freak Rowan might try to interfere...or Maxine might try to interfere...inside a giant steel trap..."
Charity's grin begins to fade somewhat as she continues to speak. "Right, y'know? It's no big thing. I just have to pray that I can win this right away before someone gets into the match and threatens my chances. Like Astrid Hall, ready to turn me into a paste...or Alicia Lukas kicking my face through into the back of my head...yeah, but that won't happen, right? Right?"
She giggles to herself nervously, voice beginning to falter slightly as she tries to push forward. "It's not like Shea O'Hara's liable to rip my legs off trying to get me to submit, or Lizzy Dalmon's actually going to be a threat to me here...hell, it's not even like Pandora Freeman's anything more than a total joke. That'd just be...that'd be ludicrous, yeah? Patently ludicrous!"
Charity sits up, leaning against the headboard, and tucks her knees to her chest, laughing nervously to herself. "I know it won't. Right? My luck has to change at some point, right? Bloody right? I can't just have life kick me in the teeth like this. I'm Charity Crowne. I'm better than this. I'm made for more than this."
She nods again, seeming to pull more of her confidence back into herself as she speaks. "Right! I'm the Diamond in the Rough! I'm the Crowne Jewel! I've nothing to fear! They can't touch me. I'll show them who's really in charge. This is fine. This is going to be just fine! Yes. Yes, we'll be good!" She nods to herself, grinning confidently. "Nothing to fear, really..."
Charity burrows her way under the covers of her bed, reaching over and turning off the light. She rolls onto her side, eyes fluttering shut. As they flick open briefly, though, Charity sees a vaguely humanoid figure looming near her bed, a pair of glowing golden lights where its eyes should be. Charity bolts upright in bed, hand flying for the light switch as she lets out a piercing scream of "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
As the lights flick back on, Charity rocking in her place, the figure is revealed to be a strange branching lamp, a pair of small status indicator lights glowing golden where the "eyes" of the figure had been. Charity nods to herself, heart pounding, and slowly begins to settle back down, swallowing back down her anxiety. A knock comes at the door, though, which startles Charity again. "Housekeeping, we heard a scream, is everything alright?"
Charity snaps back, accent suddenly becoming much rougher. "I'M FINE! FUCKING SOD OFF, WILL YA?! CAN'T I BLOODY SLEEP IN PEACE?!" After a moment's silence, Charity nods, slowly slipping back under the blankets. She reaches back out for the light switch, hand trembling, and after a few shaky tries flicks off the light, eyes never leaving the lamp as we fade to black.
Well howdy there pardner.