Post by Clea on Oct 17, 2009 21:43:59 GMT -5
Backstage, Only Hours Before Chaos Bleeds Airs.
One of the locker room doors is slightly ajar, mumbling can be heard coming from within.
Clear is sat alone in the Theogony locker room. Sat on the leather sofa with her legs crossed and her arm extended holding a remote control. A huge smile spread across her face. She shakes her head and pauses what she was watching
Clea: Sparkles? Heh, that’s cute, it’s a step up from any Buffy reference I’ll give you that. I’m considered a hit right now, guess being a bloodsucker is the new trend this season. Do you know how popular I am, surprisingly, guess the whole beating Taylor into a coma has been forgotten by many, people love me now, if I had a penny for every time I was asked for my autograph all because of the whole Twilight craze.
Shame for you really, I for one have never seen a film based on a praise begging sheep before, but here’s hoping for ya sweetie.
I mean come on man, you are trying way too hard to get the bosses attention, you haven’t been given gold yet, which means you haven’t been doing so well in the bosses eyes? Is that how you see it? Honey, you haven’t won gold because you’re just not good enough, the sooner you realise that the better. How long were you in MCW before you won gold, I mean real gold, not the tag titles, cause that was with Deas, so it doesn’t count. But REAL gold, when you became a big deal, it took you time didn’t it, and that’s when NFH took notice of you and invited you into their freak show family, that must have made you feel special.
Theogony come along, a group that no one can deny is a force to be reckoned with, NFH feel threatened by the competition, they turn to the resident psycho, that didn’t seem to work out for them, then you win gold, and all of a sudden, they see you, they notice the quiet guy at the back of the class, the guy that was always picked last in gym, and that’s when you were ‘chosen’. Story of your life huh.
I admire your wishful thinking, it’s got you this far at least. But the fact that you still see me as that little girl who rattled that pea brain of yours with a tire iron, well, it humours me. I’m stronger now, I could snap your arm with my new Dhampir abilities without a blink of an eye. But where would the fun be in that… well ok, the whole situation would be fun. But I wouldn’t be any competition for anyone if I used my new strength, it wouldn’t be… fair. So I’ll be good, or at least as good as I can be.
So think again about little old me only having what it takes to overcome you by using a weapon, or me using the whole woman’s right to moan that you're only saying these things because I’m a woman, cause its far from the truth, I’m saying this because I’m better than you, that’s the pure hard facts, and I’ll prove exactly that in a few hours. So go tape your wrists, strap your knees and squeeze into your wrestling gear, and while you’re quickly knocking one off over that delicious lawyer of yours, keep in mind that when you lose yet another chance of holding gold its because you simply aren’t good enough.
See you soon honey
Clea winks and blows a kiss to the camera as it turns and focuses on the frozen screen of Draka before fading to black.
One of the locker room doors is slightly ajar, mumbling can be heard coming from within.
Clear is sat alone in the Theogony locker room. Sat on the leather sofa with her legs crossed and her arm extended holding a remote control. A huge smile spread across her face. She shakes her head and pauses what she was watching
Clea: Sparkles? Heh, that’s cute, it’s a step up from any Buffy reference I’ll give you that. I’m considered a hit right now, guess being a bloodsucker is the new trend this season. Do you know how popular I am, surprisingly, guess the whole beating Taylor into a coma has been forgotten by many, people love me now, if I had a penny for every time I was asked for my autograph all because of the whole Twilight craze.
Shame for you really, I for one have never seen a film based on a praise begging sheep before, but here’s hoping for ya sweetie.
I mean come on man, you are trying way too hard to get the bosses attention, you haven’t been given gold yet, which means you haven’t been doing so well in the bosses eyes? Is that how you see it? Honey, you haven’t won gold because you’re just not good enough, the sooner you realise that the better. How long were you in MCW before you won gold, I mean real gold, not the tag titles, cause that was with Deas, so it doesn’t count. But REAL gold, when you became a big deal, it took you time didn’t it, and that’s when NFH took notice of you and invited you into their freak show family, that must have made you feel special.
Theogony come along, a group that no one can deny is a force to be reckoned with, NFH feel threatened by the competition, they turn to the resident psycho, that didn’t seem to work out for them, then you win gold, and all of a sudden, they see you, they notice the quiet guy at the back of the class, the guy that was always picked last in gym, and that’s when you were ‘chosen’. Story of your life huh.
I admire your wishful thinking, it’s got you this far at least. But the fact that you still see me as that little girl who rattled that pea brain of yours with a tire iron, well, it humours me. I’m stronger now, I could snap your arm with my new Dhampir abilities without a blink of an eye. But where would the fun be in that… well ok, the whole situation would be fun. But I wouldn’t be any competition for anyone if I used my new strength, it wouldn’t be… fair. So I’ll be good, or at least as good as I can be.
So think again about little old me only having what it takes to overcome you by using a weapon, or me using the whole woman’s right to moan that you're only saying these things because I’m a woman, cause its far from the truth, I’m saying this because I’m better than you, that’s the pure hard facts, and I’ll prove exactly that in a few hours. So go tape your wrists, strap your knees and squeeze into your wrestling gear, and while you’re quickly knocking one off over that delicious lawyer of yours, keep in mind that when you lose yet another chance of holding gold its because you simply aren’t good enough.
See you soon honey
Clea winks and blows a kiss to the camera as it turns and focuses on the frozen screen of Draka before fading to black.