Post by vespertine on Dec 17, 2023 15:03:10 GMT -5
Place: Unknown
Date/Time: Saturday, Dec 16th, 2023, 10P
(An empty Buddhist monastery. All is in darkness but candles light up in various places on the floor. As the camera pans around we see Vespertine appear from nowhere with flaming red eyes souless and vehemently evil. She smiles as she walks)
Fucking finally! I face a woman. There is nothing more satisfying that being in the ring across from your same gender, from someone who is equally as a hungry, equally as competent, equally as intelligent and equally as...
(Smiles widely and from behind her in the darkness, a pair of soul less eyes open up and then go out.)
Dangerous. Wouldn't you agree my sweet? Because we are the fairer sex, we are considered more dangerous because we are trying to build our reputations in a man's world, in a man's business. When two women face each other in the ring, then the real fights start, then the real athletes appear. We both want to be the same thing and we will not back down until we rightfully claim what is ours: a notch in the win column, titles, prestige, recognition for our hard work. I may have sunk to your level and you may have risen to my level but make no mistake, Niobe, we are equal on all levels.
(Her smile lessons and her eyes narrow even farther)
But forget all that for a moment. Why do they call you the Living Nightmare? Are you here to give me bad dreams? Maybe a nightmare or two. That's so cute. I think not. Sad face for you. Do you have any idea who I am and what I can do to you?
(She blinks, sighs, looks around, then continues.)
I'm not your worst nightmare. I'm not your sweet dream either. You know those voices you have in your head, those creatures of darkness in your heart telling you, compelling you, showing you, tempting you to do all the things no normal person should ever do or ever want to do. The ones that say "FUCK IT!" Kill that man. Take his title." or "Jump off that ledge, do that 560 senton bomb onto their stomach. Don't worry you won't kill yourself in the process" Then they shove you up on the shelf where they think you belong.
(She shrugs and a spectral hand passes by. She watches as it disappates and leans against a pillar.)
Don't be embarassed. We've all had those thoughts. That... is what makes us so dangerous, listening to the voices. Except you will find that I am THAT voice in your head. I am the one shoving you into the darkness where you belong. You just aren't ready for the lime light yet. And you've proved that time and again in your failures.
(ticks off on her fingers)
Failure to capture the Omega title. Failure to capture a title shot. You even lost to a drunk Joey Madrox. This being the same person I beat, sober, a few weeks ago. Sober and loses vs. Drunk and wins. I'll bet he'll be thinking about that later.
(She gets off the pillar and starts to walk. She pauses midstep...)
Oh, do you think you can actually beat me. Do you really think you can overcome the darkness that is in your heart. The voices in your head? You couldn't then, not even working with a therapist you couldn't. You can't now. I gave myself to the master of shadows, master of temptations, a long time ago. And in return I have gotten everything I ever wanted in life. Titles, friends, glory, enemies, rivals, victories Hall of Fame placements. Make no mistake Niobe. There is no devil, no deals to make in your blood, there is no God, no ascensions to higher realms. There is only you and the vast nothingness that is out there. Hollywood and the Church have it wrong. And now you think going into this match against me, that you will win. You're cute.
(She continues to walk but gets serious, whispers and echos of souls sound their cries all around her)
It would be like fighting your shadow. We are equals in everything. High flyers, tricksters, glory seekers, treasure hunters, champions, Goddesses, risk takers, adventure seekers, ring warriors. Where we differ is where I'm a mixed martial artist/mat technician, you are a brawler which in the end we cancel each other out if you think about it. There really is no running from this Niobe, as much as you want to. You can't hide forever. All you have to do is step up, give in to the voices. Give in to the dark side. Claim a soul, claim your spot, claim what's yours, bow down to the Universe. Be the best you can be. Give it your all.
(Sighs deeply, sadly, as a spectral shape floats by)
Because right now, you are only at 50%. You are only using regular fuel. You haven't even tried the boosters yet. When you do, you will finally be able to claim World champion and be the face of AW. So.... Niobe. Come at me. Come.... to.... me. Bring it on. Bring.... it.... all. I am your fear that you need to defeat and the moment you hesitate... I won't. I will batter you down to the ground and take what is rightfully the "Verse's: your soul. And what is rightfully mine: a notch in the win column. You think you will beat me this match? You won't even come close. You just aren't there yet. Step into the shadows, grow your power and then come at me. Because right now, all I see is you trying to stay on the light side. You dabble. you dance, you tip toe but you won't commit and you don't want to make a decision. Because your tactic of sitting in vacant arenas with spotlights, only show me that you are a child at what you do. Sitting on couches with your therapist only shows me that you are weak and you want to escape this life. No, there is no escape, no running away, no whining, no crying. When you meet me in the ring, you will fail because of this child like weakness of pretending to be something you aren't. I will beat you. I will defeat you and annihilate you until you have no choice: Give me the Living NIghtmare you once were. Show me your darkness that you claim to possess.
(She shrugs and leans against another pillar)
In doing so promise me this: let's put on a show. Let's wow the crowd. Let's fly! Let's give the audience the most entertaining match that only two woman can do when they are flyers. Let's outshine the main event. Let's outdo Downfall and Jolee. Let's outperform Sitcom, Holiday and Odin. Let's be the best at what we do because we are so very good at it.
(A spectral hand reaches out of the darkness behind her then disapates. She continues)
If anybody can do it, we can. I'm sure Karlie could too but she's so focused on being the premier athlete there is nothing else left to think about in her little brain. Hence, why Mercedes is the last Ladies Champion. Overthinking because she's overcompensating.
(She stops as another spectral hand comes from the darkness and gives her an urn. Vespertine takes it and turns it towards us to see. On it, it is written the name: "Niobe Martin" in Western Style Italics. She opens the lid and in there is a bright greenish light. She puts the cover back on.)
This...is.... your....essence. It seems that right now, you are farther away from the darkness than you ever wanted to be. You are closer to the light than you should be. Be not afraid my sweet. When we dance in the ring, at Holiday Bash, you soul will be mine. Nothing you say or do will change that. So turn it up a notch. Give your full 120%.
(She points at the screen and motions for us to come closer)
Anything less and you will find yourself defeated once again. Anything less and you will find that you failed... once again. That because of your failure, your soul is null and void and needs to be erased from this existance. BE the Living Nightmare that you are. Show me the Living Nightmare you can be. Because... you are... about to face.... THE.... Well Rounded Fighting Machine. I am the Pretty Little Poison and I will not hesitate to take you down at the moment you are most vulnerable. I will not back down, I will NOT tap out. I will not submit or DQ. I will dance with you to the end and pick you apart piece by piece. You will know pain and suffering then it will be over in an instant as I will beat you and have MY hand in victory at the end of it. You will learn from this loss. But in learning, you become stronger. Doesn't mean we can't put on a good show. This is a PPV show. Let's up the game, up the stakes, up the anti's. Let's be epic. Let's fly and dance around the ring. Because THAT.... is what.... we do. That is who...WE are. That... is... our... MO. (smiles nicely but it looks creepy on her) Finally.... I face a woman. One who is worthy of being a fellow ring warrior. See you in the ring..... my sweet.
(pauses then she screams a feral Melina type scream and all the whispers and echos that were just that earlier, raise their voices as well and join in the cacaphony of chaos. She screams until she disappates into the darkness. Her soul going back to the Verse. Camera fades to black)