Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 8:05:55 GMT -6
●out of character● here is part II; Keith you are a killer #fact
●next match● Shawna Martinez vs Drew Stevenson
Hmm. Not surprised. Just like expected. Shame on you Drew. Although she was well aware that there was some truth in his words.- some of it was ridiculous. But that seemed to be the trend nowadays. Nothing about this was going to be easy. Even though he probably thought different. In the little universe that Mister Stevenson had built, he was forgiven. He had done all his redemption, right? It was hard to keep a serious face when hearing those words. On top of it all giving a little history lesson considering her career. What a charmer. Let’s play a round of Bingo. You win. Your number is up.
●Dancing Stars●
LOCATION: UNKNOWN
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
The footage started rolling with a blonde female sitting inside the gym. It was empty. Through the glass windows the viewer would see that it was already dark, the lights going on. Her hair bend together in a ponytail, while weights were resting to her feet.
“Give the man an award. And a round of applause of course. Quite the entertainer you are Drew. But then again that does not surprise me.- this is what the business did become. People sit in front of their television or pc, listening to old farts and their speeches. Cheers. I listened carefully to every word you had to say, but I don’t think you showed me the same amount of respect. Or you have hearing problems, which would not surprise me. Let me see if I can clear your confussion. I am in a generous mood.”
She leaned back against the wall, the serious look remaining on her face.
“You pointed out a few things. If I am honest it nearly sounded as if you were going to lecture me. Jumping on the Artemis train? Again. You know that is getting pretty old my dear.- and many before you have done it. It is a fact the girl beat me. Also it is well known she was the face of this company. So what? Do you honestly think I have never been beaten before? Or that it won’t ever happen again. Puh please, be realistic. But guess what? Even after a major, career ending injury.- I am still here. So think again what the moniker the Impassable means. Even in the hour of defeat, you are able to come back. And I did. Every fucking time that people thought I was done. Which is something you should keep in mind when trying to talk smack. Oh well, once a babbler always a babbler. Although I might should thank you. Because once again you have proven my point. Drew Stevenson is a little boy in a very mean world.”
Rolling her eyes a little before crossing her arms in front of her chest. There was the hint of a grin on her face. But nothing more than that.
“If you think I am going to rip through your speech point by point, you really do not know me. I do not believe in the ripping people off. I am not concerned if people believe the things you say.- because we both know the truth. They maybe don’t. You won’t apolgise anymore. That is quite funny love. Because my memory is rather sharp.- and you have never said sorry to me. You did not even try. Instead you were riding your high.- making fun of my husbands injury. Yeah. The one you talk about so often. The one you consider having no balls. Did it ever occur to you.- that you do not need balls to rule the world. Just saying. You are so sure of yourself and the outcome of this match, that I almost feel sorry. But almost is not good enough. Another time your ignorance combined with arrogance will get the better of you. Ask me why?”
From nearby she heard some noise.- catching her attention briefly. Some people talking to each other, in a language she hardly understood. This is America to you.
“Because you never dare to look further than you can spit. Do I wanna win this match, of course. I would lie if I pretended that I was careless about it. But different than you I look further into the future. What would that win mean for either of us on a professional note? Nothing. It won’t go down in the record books as something epic. But you know what people will remember? The picture I paint of you. Using my favourite color, red. No matter how many records you have broken friend.- you won’t break me. I will come with everything that I have inside of me, and that is still more than you can imagine. You are like cancer Drew and that is all you have ever been. While you still try to tell your story.- I have been busy finding a cure. Against a leech that rides the wave of others, pushing them off the board. In many ways you remind me of a junky.- desperate for the next shot. But the true question is.- what does make Drew Stevenson tick? What does still get to you?”
Shawna was looking down on her hands, spotting her wedding ring. She would rub over it softly. When closing her eyes she still remembered that day. Times had indeed changed.
“Back then if anyone would have asked.- who would win a match between you and me. The answer was easy. You. I am not ashamed to admit that.- you are indeed that good. I always had the upmost respect for your skills, remembering the many times we trained together. But is my answer still the same? Do I still hold you that high in reputation and talent? The answer seems so easy now, no. I do not say i am better than you Drew. I do not tell people that I have this in the bag. I have still some sort of respect for people i am working with. But I got one thing that you do not have.- one thing that makes me push through all of this. Anger. You managed to touch something in me.- that I thought was dead. That i felt burried a long time ago. That darkness that now so badly wants to consume me. And all thanks to you. So no matter how angry I am, I owe at least a little bit of respect.”
For a long moment she was going silent. As if she was collecting her thoughts, going as far as closing her eyes. War was nothing for sensitive creatures. Something they both were aware of.
“This fight Drew.- is mine. Not Frank’s. Not the one of Parker. In the end maybe not even yours. I am not going to face off with you because of the things you have done.- more because of what you haven’t. You tried your hardest to get away with what has happened.- and for some time it worked. But the past will always haunt us. I am someone that can sing a sont about that. So you may go on pointing out things that people have heard a thousand times, I will be right here. Waiting. Laughing. Preparing. Rub your own ego but that ain’t going to save your ass this time. There is no place here anymore for false superheroes or wannabe villiains. I am neither. I am fucking Shawna Martinez. The woman that is going to step up to the plate.- seeing your true colors. Stop making this about people, when it is truly about you and me. I know it hurts you to share the spotlight, but you will get over it.”
Moving her neck a little, it did a cracking noise. Something that would always remind her of two things. She was not immortal. And some things were just meant to be.
“I know it will be hard or even impossible for you to admit it.- but I have never been a liar. I do not make false promises or make myself look better than I am. I am not unbeatable. But neither I am the type of person that gives in. Life hands us chances in mysterious ways, and maybe this is the redemption you have been looking for. Because Drew, like always you have only told half the story. Of how you are a new man now. That losing all made you change. Guess what? I call you fake as most boobs in this business. All that has changed is the role you are playing. So tell me, you really wanna spend your life as a liar?”
She would blow a disgusted kiss into the camera, leaning back on the bench. The last thing seen, Shawna returning to her workout.
●next match● Shawna Martinez vs Drew Stevenson
Hmm. Not surprised. Just like expected. Shame on you Drew. Although she was well aware that there was some truth in his words.- some of it was ridiculous. But that seemed to be the trend nowadays. Nothing about this was going to be easy. Even though he probably thought different. In the little universe that Mister Stevenson had built, he was forgiven. He had done all his redemption, right? It was hard to keep a serious face when hearing those words. On top of it all giving a little history lesson considering her career. What a charmer. Let’s play a round of Bingo. You win. Your number is up.
●Dancing Stars●
LOCATION: UNKNOWN
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
The footage started rolling with a blonde female sitting inside the gym. It was empty. Through the glass windows the viewer would see that it was already dark, the lights going on. Her hair bend together in a ponytail, while weights were resting to her feet.
“Give the man an award. And a round of applause of course. Quite the entertainer you are Drew. But then again that does not surprise me.- this is what the business did become. People sit in front of their television or pc, listening to old farts and their speeches. Cheers. I listened carefully to every word you had to say, but I don’t think you showed me the same amount of respect. Or you have hearing problems, which would not surprise me. Let me see if I can clear your confussion. I am in a generous mood.”
She leaned back against the wall, the serious look remaining on her face.
“You pointed out a few things. If I am honest it nearly sounded as if you were going to lecture me. Jumping on the Artemis train? Again. You know that is getting pretty old my dear.- and many before you have done it. It is a fact the girl beat me. Also it is well known she was the face of this company. So what? Do you honestly think I have never been beaten before? Or that it won’t ever happen again. Puh please, be realistic. But guess what? Even after a major, career ending injury.- I am still here. So think again what the moniker the Impassable means. Even in the hour of defeat, you are able to come back. And I did. Every fucking time that people thought I was done. Which is something you should keep in mind when trying to talk smack. Oh well, once a babbler always a babbler. Although I might should thank you. Because once again you have proven my point. Drew Stevenson is a little boy in a very mean world.”
Rolling her eyes a little before crossing her arms in front of her chest. There was the hint of a grin on her face. But nothing more than that.
“If you think I am going to rip through your speech point by point, you really do not know me. I do not believe in the ripping people off. I am not concerned if people believe the things you say.- because we both know the truth. They maybe don’t. You won’t apolgise anymore. That is quite funny love. Because my memory is rather sharp.- and you have never said sorry to me. You did not even try. Instead you were riding your high.- making fun of my husbands injury. Yeah. The one you talk about so often. The one you consider having no balls. Did it ever occur to you.- that you do not need balls to rule the world. Just saying. You are so sure of yourself and the outcome of this match, that I almost feel sorry. But almost is not good enough. Another time your ignorance combined with arrogance will get the better of you. Ask me why?”
From nearby she heard some noise.- catching her attention briefly. Some people talking to each other, in a language she hardly understood. This is America to you.
“Because you never dare to look further than you can spit. Do I wanna win this match, of course. I would lie if I pretended that I was careless about it. But different than you I look further into the future. What would that win mean for either of us on a professional note? Nothing. It won’t go down in the record books as something epic. But you know what people will remember? The picture I paint of you. Using my favourite color, red. No matter how many records you have broken friend.- you won’t break me. I will come with everything that I have inside of me, and that is still more than you can imagine. You are like cancer Drew and that is all you have ever been. While you still try to tell your story.- I have been busy finding a cure. Against a leech that rides the wave of others, pushing them off the board. In many ways you remind me of a junky.- desperate for the next shot. But the true question is.- what does make Drew Stevenson tick? What does still get to you?”
Shawna was looking down on her hands, spotting her wedding ring. She would rub over it softly. When closing her eyes she still remembered that day. Times had indeed changed.
“Back then if anyone would have asked.- who would win a match between you and me. The answer was easy. You. I am not ashamed to admit that.- you are indeed that good. I always had the upmost respect for your skills, remembering the many times we trained together. But is my answer still the same? Do I still hold you that high in reputation and talent? The answer seems so easy now, no. I do not say i am better than you Drew. I do not tell people that I have this in the bag. I have still some sort of respect for people i am working with. But I got one thing that you do not have.- one thing that makes me push through all of this. Anger. You managed to touch something in me.- that I thought was dead. That i felt burried a long time ago. That darkness that now so badly wants to consume me. And all thanks to you. So no matter how angry I am, I owe at least a little bit of respect.”
For a long moment she was going silent. As if she was collecting her thoughts, going as far as closing her eyes. War was nothing for sensitive creatures. Something they both were aware of.
“This fight Drew.- is mine. Not Frank’s. Not the one of Parker. In the end maybe not even yours. I am not going to face off with you because of the things you have done.- more because of what you haven’t. You tried your hardest to get away with what has happened.- and for some time it worked. But the past will always haunt us. I am someone that can sing a sont about that. So you may go on pointing out things that people have heard a thousand times, I will be right here. Waiting. Laughing. Preparing. Rub your own ego but that ain’t going to save your ass this time. There is no place here anymore for false superheroes or wannabe villiains. I am neither. I am fucking Shawna Martinez. The woman that is going to step up to the plate.- seeing your true colors. Stop making this about people, when it is truly about you and me. I know it hurts you to share the spotlight, but you will get over it.”
Moving her neck a little, it did a cracking noise. Something that would always remind her of two things. She was not immortal. And some things were just meant to be.
“I know it will be hard or even impossible for you to admit it.- but I have never been a liar. I do not make false promises or make myself look better than I am. I am not unbeatable. But neither I am the type of person that gives in. Life hands us chances in mysterious ways, and maybe this is the redemption you have been looking for. Because Drew, like always you have only told half the story. Of how you are a new man now. That losing all made you change. Guess what? I call you fake as most boobs in this business. All that has changed is the role you are playing. So tell me, you really wanna spend your life as a liar?”
She would blow a disgusted kiss into the camera, leaning back on the bench. The last thing seen, Shawna returning to her workout.