Post by vespertine on Jan 5, 2024 15:16:41 GMT -5
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(Evergreen Cemetery, Santa Cruz, Ca, 1 hour south of San Francisco. It is nearing dusk and the lights from the city are just coming up in the fading light of the day. A fog is roiling its way onto land from the sea. As we look around, Vespertine sits on a tombstone near an old dead oak tree. She sees us and addresses us. All is eerily quiet as she does so. Not a sound from animals, humans or the dead.)
Tailor made, huh? For greatness you say? Tailor made for success? Really? You know what, you can think whatever you like about yourself. It's too easy to pick it apart and maybe in the future if we meet again, I will pick it apart. Because you see, my sweet, you are tailor made. Just not for greatness and not for success.
(she sighs, pauses, looks around as the fog comes in)
This promo could be me sitting around with a women's sewing circle and talking about how we are, all of us, are tailor made for something. That's too easy. I mean you could be what you say you are. You always tell us which one you want to be. But the rest of us see through that ruse completely.
(Pauses)
Now I know that you have been watching what I do but do you understand what is coming for your title. You know what the outcome is going to be, right? I take your soul. I take your title, I rise to greatness, I make my own success. No matter how hard you want to change all that, the course of destiny will not move. It's my time. Its my win. It's my rise. I am the tailor to my greatness and you are tailor made for failure. For defeat. For the biggest fall in AW history.
(She smiles wickedly)
You saw what Odin did to Sitcom, right, at Holiday Bash. Sitcom is out for the next 6 months and we have ourselves a new US Champion. What you saw Odin do to Sitcom, will be nothing compared to what I do to you. No, I don't mean I'll be able to powerbomb you though the ring. Or break every bone in your body. Or send you to the hospital... no, nothing like that. It will be something far worse.
(Her smile gets bigger)
You will see and understand that your tailor made for greatness was all just a ruse. That you are just a stepping stone for my successful rise to the top. And what you will see when I take your title, is that it will be easy enough for me to take it from you. But what you are afraid of is that I will just as easily throw it away to go higher on the ladder of success while you, Ms. Lee, are just going down the ladder after I took the title away from you. I get it. You're scared. Not of me. You just want to keep that title to yourself. You just want to be champion for a while longer. I know this and understand this. And while you aren't afraid of me. You ARE afraid of what I can do. How long I can go for. What I am capable of. But you don't dare tell yourself the truth, dare to expose yourself to the reality of the situation. That I can, that I want, that I WILL dethrone you as TV champion. Not when you just beat Draugr for it. But do you understand what you are in for? Make one wrong move, take one wrong step and it could be over for you.
(She shrugs as the fog roils around her)
Now we can threaten each other all day long but none of it will matter when you face me in the ring. Your last 2 opponents were nothing according to you. They weren't even a challenge. You can tell me how little I matter to you, or call me whatever names you think are the worst in Australian.
(Pauses as the fog rolls by)
But I see you, Jessie. I see your soul. I see your heart. It beats. Rapidly. Vapidly. Unexpectedly. Provocatively. Incessently. Because you are thrilled that you finally face a worthy challenger. Someone who can take you to your limit and go past it. You relish the opportunity to bring your skills, step up your A game, and take down the most worthy of challengers. Up until now, nobody has been able to do so. Nobody has understood how to, where to, take you down. and they lost.
(She looks around and smiles crookedly)
No, you aren't afraid. You are tailor made. Just not for greatness. You are tailor made for.... failure. And THAT is the reality that you fear when you meet me. I wholeheartedly agree that you WERE tailor made for greatness. But now, all you are made for is.... failure. Failure to meet me on my level. Failure to keep that title. Failure to keep up with someone who can't outbrawl you but CAN outwrestle you.
(pauses to let that sink in)
So... come at me. Meet me on my level. I'm levels higher than you. Prove that you want it more. Because I WILL, stop at nothing to take your title. I have the power to do so, I have the skills and talents for it. I have the hunger and I want it just that... much... more. I can end your title reign like...
(She snaps her fingers)
THAT.
(She then points to the tombstone she is sitting on. It reads:)
"Here Lies The Television Title Reign of Ms. Jessie Lee.
Dec 2023 to Jan 2024.
"Outwrestled and outmanuevered
By one who didn't matter and was not focused upon..."
(She does the cut throat sign and then her corporeal being disappates into the fog and the last thing we hear is)
Choke on that... bitch!