Post by Aurelia Zombie on Jan 27, 2011 10:31:31 GMT -5
[OOC: Once I get the swing of things around here, they will get better. I promise. ^_^]
Portland was cold this time of year. Mist from the sky falling, not hard enough to be considered rain. She sits just inside of the sliding glass door of her living room, watching the mist as it hits the porch on the other side, and sprinkles the glass in front of her eyes. She resides in a large overstuffed chair, sitting with her legs pulled under her. Her face is expressionless, but her eyes show a glimmer of excitement as the focus is directed on her. She continues focussing on the weather outside as she speaks.
Aurelia:[/color] I guess a formal introduction is in order...
She adjusts herself within her chair, in an almost uncomfortable fashion. Her demeanor seems tense, her shoulders stiff.
Aurelia:[/color] I chose Kingdom of Pride as my new home for, in all honesty, the fact that the roster seems to be solely testosterone driven. The thought of coming in here and destroying competition of men only entices me. Excites me, even. Fighting, in any fashion, is not anything new to me. My life has been male dominated. Growing up with only my older brother and his associates, I learned quickly how to hold my own among men.
Not to get that confused with my "place". That is one thing I want to make perfectly clear. I have this slight feeling that my gender is going to be a trump card for me. Possibly get me looked down upon by some of the talent that resides within Kingdom of Pride. Which, is perfectly fine. I am sure many of you have not had the pleasure of seeing a woman in years.
A little smirk crosses her face.
Aurelia:[/color] I cannot help but wonder how it is going to be for me, being the only female wrestler on the roster. Considering that my first time around the locker room, I got the preferential treatment from a Mr. John Parker. Which I feel the need to address first.
John... You seem like an incredibly cocky individual. Correct me if I am wrong, please. But I am typically pretty spot on when observing the attitudes of the people around me. And from the looks of you, you seem like a one dimensional man. Cocky, far too arrogant for his own good. You don't look like you can offer much.. But I could be wrong. I guess only time will tell. I do want you to know this, however. I am not a woman you want to mess with. I can already tell that your sexist ways are going to force you into underestimating my abilities as a wrestler. Which could ring true for the rest of the locker room as well. Which is perfectly fine by me. Because in my eyes, that provides me with a larger advantage than you want to give me.
But, alas... John Parker is not the man of the hour with me. Not now. Not ever. Unless, I get him in the ring, which is for another day entirely.
She slowly gets up from the chair, pacing the large, almost empty living room. the camera gets a good full body shot of her. Her long legs accentuated by her short black shorts, colorful sleeves popping against her plain white tank top.
Aurelia:[/color] I must say, though, Jeremy Sterling has been quite welcoming. He was kind enough to give me the tour. Breaking it to me that I will have to ready myself with the boys in the non-champions locker room. Which, again, perfectly fine by me. Ladies are scarce around here, from what I can tell, so I expect no special treatment. It is not what I am here for.
What I am here for, is what I have coming up at Oblivion. I am here to fight. I am here to conquer anyone that crosses my path. And my first victim, per say, gets to be a mister Mikey Dega.
As someone just making my way into this company, I know nothing of my fellow competitors. Which is the way I like it. I don't need formality. Nor do I want it. I don't want your pity, I don't want your kindness. What I want is to be treated like an equal, and if that requires me to prove myself, then so be it. And I will start,with Mikey Dega. You, my dear boy, are mere days away from becoming a casualty.
A casualty of the war I am about to bring onto your doorstep. Though I don't have the appearance of one, I am a soldier. An unconventional one, but a good one. My brother trained me well, you will learn soon enough. I almost feel bad for you, Mikey. With this being my first match, I have a lot to prove. This is my time to show that I can hang with the boys, and take them out. One. By. One.
She walks in a circle around the chair she was sitting in, her fingertips lightly dragging along the soft fabric of the back and along the arms. She slides over one of the arms, taking a seat once more. One leg dangling over the arm, the other bent and against the back. She smiles coyly, her hands messing with the bottom of her tank top.
Aurelia:[/color] I do have a feeling that the majority of you are going to make my transition here quite difficult. Which is completely fine by me. The harder you make things for me here, the brighter I will shine. In the face of pressure, I work best. I thrive on it, if you will.
Mikey. I hope you don't mind getting a beat down from a woman. Because come Oblivion, I am going to make an example out of you. As I said before, this is my chance to prove myself. And you just happen to be the unlucky individual that is going to fall to my violent wrath. But that is nothing to feel ashamed about, I promise you. If anything, you should feel honored. Honored that I am even giving you the time of day, and being kind about it. Instead of going on about how you are insignificant, and I can't be bothered with mere boys like you.
But, I suppose I should save the bitch act for someone who is more deserving of it. You truly are an innocent coming into this. Unknowing of what is to become of you by my hand. You'll find out, soon enough. And I feel the need to be completely honest with you.
I, for lack of a better phrase, get off on being the reason for another persons pain. You may call it sick. I find it amusing. The masochist within me loves this business for the simple fact that, my job is to cause bodily harm on a weekly basis to another human being. What can get better than that? For me, nothing. Don't mistake me as an innocent human being. Innocent is one thing I am very, very far from. Innocent allows room for underestimating. You need to know, that underestimating me is a very, very bad idea.
She bites down on her lower lip, and winks at the camera. She gets up from her chair, turning slowly. The camera focussing on her more appealing assets as she makes her way from the living room and out of sight.
Portland was cold this time of year. Mist from the sky falling, not hard enough to be considered rain. She sits just inside of the sliding glass door of her living room, watching the mist as it hits the porch on the other side, and sprinkles the glass in front of her eyes. She resides in a large overstuffed chair, sitting with her legs pulled under her. Her face is expressionless, but her eyes show a glimmer of excitement as the focus is directed on her. She continues focussing on the weather outside as she speaks.
Aurelia:[/color] I guess a formal introduction is in order...
She adjusts herself within her chair, in an almost uncomfortable fashion. Her demeanor seems tense, her shoulders stiff.
Aurelia:[/color] I chose Kingdom of Pride as my new home for, in all honesty, the fact that the roster seems to be solely testosterone driven. The thought of coming in here and destroying competition of men only entices me. Excites me, even. Fighting, in any fashion, is not anything new to me. My life has been male dominated. Growing up with only my older brother and his associates, I learned quickly how to hold my own among men.
Not to get that confused with my "place". That is one thing I want to make perfectly clear. I have this slight feeling that my gender is going to be a trump card for me. Possibly get me looked down upon by some of the talent that resides within Kingdom of Pride. Which, is perfectly fine. I am sure many of you have not had the pleasure of seeing a woman in years.
A little smirk crosses her face.
Aurelia:[/color] I cannot help but wonder how it is going to be for me, being the only female wrestler on the roster. Considering that my first time around the locker room, I got the preferential treatment from a Mr. John Parker. Which I feel the need to address first.
John... You seem like an incredibly cocky individual. Correct me if I am wrong, please. But I am typically pretty spot on when observing the attitudes of the people around me. And from the looks of you, you seem like a one dimensional man. Cocky, far too arrogant for his own good. You don't look like you can offer much.. But I could be wrong. I guess only time will tell. I do want you to know this, however. I am not a woman you want to mess with. I can already tell that your sexist ways are going to force you into underestimating my abilities as a wrestler. Which could ring true for the rest of the locker room as well. Which is perfectly fine by me. Because in my eyes, that provides me with a larger advantage than you want to give me.
But, alas... John Parker is not the man of the hour with me. Not now. Not ever. Unless, I get him in the ring, which is for another day entirely.
She slowly gets up from the chair, pacing the large, almost empty living room. the camera gets a good full body shot of her. Her long legs accentuated by her short black shorts, colorful sleeves popping against her plain white tank top.
Aurelia:[/color] I must say, though, Jeremy Sterling has been quite welcoming. He was kind enough to give me the tour. Breaking it to me that I will have to ready myself with the boys in the non-champions locker room. Which, again, perfectly fine by me. Ladies are scarce around here, from what I can tell, so I expect no special treatment. It is not what I am here for.
What I am here for, is what I have coming up at Oblivion. I am here to fight. I am here to conquer anyone that crosses my path. And my first victim, per say, gets to be a mister Mikey Dega.
As someone just making my way into this company, I know nothing of my fellow competitors. Which is the way I like it. I don't need formality. Nor do I want it. I don't want your pity, I don't want your kindness. What I want is to be treated like an equal, and if that requires me to prove myself, then so be it. And I will start,with Mikey Dega. You, my dear boy, are mere days away from becoming a casualty.
A casualty of the war I am about to bring onto your doorstep. Though I don't have the appearance of one, I am a soldier. An unconventional one, but a good one. My brother trained me well, you will learn soon enough. I almost feel bad for you, Mikey. With this being my first match, I have a lot to prove. This is my time to show that I can hang with the boys, and take them out. One. By. One.
She walks in a circle around the chair she was sitting in, her fingertips lightly dragging along the soft fabric of the back and along the arms. She slides over one of the arms, taking a seat once more. One leg dangling over the arm, the other bent and against the back. She smiles coyly, her hands messing with the bottom of her tank top.
Aurelia:[/color] I do have a feeling that the majority of you are going to make my transition here quite difficult. Which is completely fine by me. The harder you make things for me here, the brighter I will shine. In the face of pressure, I work best. I thrive on it, if you will.
Mikey. I hope you don't mind getting a beat down from a woman. Because come Oblivion, I am going to make an example out of you. As I said before, this is my chance to prove myself. And you just happen to be the unlucky individual that is going to fall to my violent wrath. But that is nothing to feel ashamed about, I promise you. If anything, you should feel honored. Honored that I am even giving you the time of day, and being kind about it. Instead of going on about how you are insignificant, and I can't be bothered with mere boys like you.
But, I suppose I should save the bitch act for someone who is more deserving of it. You truly are an innocent coming into this. Unknowing of what is to become of you by my hand. You'll find out, soon enough. And I feel the need to be completely honest with you.
I, for lack of a better phrase, get off on being the reason for another persons pain. You may call it sick. I find it amusing. The masochist within me loves this business for the simple fact that, my job is to cause bodily harm on a weekly basis to another human being. What can get better than that? For me, nothing. Don't mistake me as an innocent human being. Innocent is one thing I am very, very far from. Innocent allows room for underestimating. You need to know, that underestimating me is a very, very bad idea.
She bites down on her lower lip, and winks at the camera. She gets up from her chair, turning slowly. The camera focussing on her more appealing assets as she makes her way from the living room and out of sight.
