Post by vespertine on Mar 30, 2024 19:28:00 GMT -5
In every war there is a battle.
In every battle there is a moment.
In every moment a decision must be made.
To stand and fight knowing that odds are against you?
Or to run and retreat to live another day?
What is the sacrifice that must be paid.
Sacrifice to save?
Or sacrifice to win
Sacrifice how much? How many? At what cost?
Will this sacrifice lead to victory or defeat?
When the battle is over. When the war has been won.
Who stands at the end with their hand in victory.
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Outfit: (not her but what she is wearing)
(The camera fades from black and we see that Vespertine stands atop a tricked out Mad Max type of oil rig at the top of a huge sand dune. She looks over her shoulder and there is the opposing army of Twisted Metal machines. At the front of which is Sicko's Ice cream truck. Among the many in his army are a few big rigs that look a lot of Calypso's rig, a lot of motorcycles with sidecars but they are heavily armed. There are tanks, there are fire engines, a few police cars, some fork lifts that use serrated blades for a lift,a lot of regular but heavily armed cars. What we hear is a few engines rumbling and the sound of the Ice cream truck. And they are all out there... waiting. She looks back to her army in front of her. Her army resembles that of Mad Max. There are many big rigs with spikes and mounted machine guns or canons, there are monster cars with huge wheels and loud engines but very well armed. Scattered among them are desert dune buggies with turret cannons on top and spiked bumpers upon which are afixed skeletons chained to the engine mount. There are also heavily armored motorcycles. It's the true Wasteland Warrior weekend. They are chanting in unison stomping in time on whatever machine they are on until she raises her arm anon and shoots up. She addresses them.)
(Her army):
Today! We are the sacrificial lambs for our Omega Champion. Today, we are all that is in the way between Sicko and Immortan Joe Madrox. WE ARE.... UNITED!!! Witness ME!
Audience: WITNESS ME!
(Her army cheers her on)
They are bigger. They are stronger. They want to go through us to get to our king, Immortan Joey and take his Omega Title. THAT... we cannot, will not allow. We...ARE... MANY! WE... ARE.... UNITED! WE... will fight as one or die with honor. Dying is a day worth living for. If you die, then drag them to hell WITH YOU! If you are hurt. Hurt that many more. We are the heart... the SOUL. The Living Embodiment of the Omega Champion Immortan Joey M. AND WE....WILL NOT....GO DOWN....WITHOUT A FIGHT.
(They cheer her again. She points at the army behind her.)
SICKO is out there. He is twisted, demented and deranged. He has burned our crops, raided our villages, raped our woman, shot our dogs, stole our bibles, disconnected our internets and raised our PG&E bills. HE is the enemy here. HE will die by our hands. This is our time. This is our battle. This is our war. AND WE WILL WIN!!!! Brothers. Sisters! WITNESS ME!!!!!
(They cheer her and then, knowing her speech is over, they spray all their mouths silver, both males and females, and climb into their rigs. She raises her arm canon and shoots it off, screams out a feral scream and as one all engines roar to life and as she gets into her big rig, her flagship with two side mounted cannons, they all roar to life and take off. On the other side of the desert valley, Sicko and crew start forward.)
(The vehicles get closer and as they do, cannons and guns and weapons of all sorts and sizes go off, battle cries of every kind are heard and everywhere there are explosions and flying body parts. The cars gets closer and the camera follows them to within a good 1 foot of each other before the screen explodes into all white and the camera fades....)
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Ves: Sicko, let's not mistake this for what it is. You used me as an example to send a message to Madrox. I'm still hurting from it. I know this for what it is: I am the sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter. I get it. I do. But I have a counter for everything you do. You could call me suicidal for believing that I'll beat you. And maybe I am. But I have taken on Sitcom and Odin and much bigger men than you. Like them, and like you, I don't give up, I don't tap out. I never surrender.
(She pauses)
Face it. You don't want me. You never wanted me. You just wanted to use me as an example of what you are going to do to Joey when you finally face him. I get it. Who am I to stand in your way and why should I care what you do to him? This match has everything stacked against me. You, your size, me, my size. Your strength, my speed and the special referee, fucking Karlie Nash. She has made no qualms that she doesn't like me because I look down on her. I don't hide it. SO.. you must be saying to yourself right now: "Little Vesey must've pissed someone off in management because I'm in... the ring... with you."
(She looks around and her smile grows sinister)
And while that is true, it is also where you are wrong. I might face an uphill battle but I go by the phrase: "the bigger they are, the harder they all." And you, Sicko, will fall the hardest. Yes, you are a big man, I respect that. I realize that. But like all big men, you only have a limited arsenal of which you use. Mostly hits, kicks, punches, and rakes. You are way too big to fly, way to jacked up to do anything technical based, and way to heavy to be speedy. So you will rely on your fists, your feet and your strength. But what happens when that fails. When I wear you down, make you so tired, so enraged that you can't focus anymore. That is when I will strike. Bounce in, bounce out, step under, fly over. From all angles, from every direction. You can't turn in time, you can't run very fast, and I WILL wear you down because I know pressure points and weak spots. Sicko, you are just a mortal and you will succumb. I know I face a clown that could rape me, kill me and use my body as a face mask. But I was taught to face your foes head on. Yeah you don't have to respect me. You probably see me as the gnat that I am. Let's not sugarcoat it. But I will do to you, what I did to Odin and Sitcom. I made them work. I made them sit up and take notice. I made them remember me. And now, my name is on Odin's lips whenever he promos his opponents. He uses it in disdain but my name still comes up.
(Pauses)
Just know, that when you do face me, you will come to understand that I can outrun, outwrestle and outdo anything that you have. I have a counter for everything you throw my way. Use your strength and kill me because if you don't, what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. And I WILL, come... back....STRONGER. I am faster, I am lighter, I have way more ring skills than you ever will. Because really, all you have is your fists and your feet which I can take out of the equation. No matter how big you are, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And you may win. But I will NOT go down... without a fight, without hurting you. Badly. You thrive on pain. I thrive on giving pain. If blood be spilled. IT WILL be yours. I am the person that all but stands between you and Immortan Joey Madrox. You will soon know my name though. You will know me and you will see what the Dark Buddha is all about. My Dark Buddha is not to be trifled with. So go ahead and mess with him... and me. I see you, Sicko, I see your soul. And it.... is.... mine!
(Eyes fade into blackness)
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In the moment that a decision is made.
In a battle that is part of this war.
In a war that must be won.