Post by untamedskies on Apr 27, 2024 10:26:37 GMT -5
The scene tracks a shot of some local bar in Portland, Oregon, calling itself The Blue Moon Club in bright neon azure light over the entrance. The first O in Moon and the first in Club are burnout. It's not the flashiest place on the street, but it's certainly not the most run-down, which is a good way of describing the Club itself. The camera moves inside past the doors, giving the audience the first glimpse of the interior. It's a standard setup with a large circular bar in the center of the floor and a stage off to the left with some tables in front of it. On stage is a rock band playing a mid-tempo song. They aren't precisely offensive to the ear, but you wouldn't expect them to be top-billing anywhere special anytime soon. They aren't what this show is about, however. Steadily, the camera works toward a bar dotted with a few patrons, and at the end of the table, a tall glass of beer sits next to Katrille Hale, who's scrolling down along her phone with a look of pure frustration.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about when I mention Wicked Kat; she presents herself as this tough chick to the audience. She has a good rock aesthetic and loves leather; you could see her riding a bike. But it's all an act. She introduces herself in CWF as this hungry fighter looking to make a name for herself. What's her debut? Beating up the Easter Bunny? Does anyone think that wasn't a deal worked out between her and management? This is the kind of thing she'd always do when I was representing her. Working out easy wins for her against subpar talent and acting like it made her a big deal, and she'd do anything to get it, and I mean anything. All that showed is Wicked Kat is tougher than a bunny." Kat reads out loud before dropping her phone on the counter, disgusted. She looks at her drink, her jaw clenched in frustration, as she turns to regard the camera. Her Nostrils flare as she moves like she's about to talk, but she stops short. She grabs her glass of beer, drains the rest of it, and slams it on the counter, turning to regard the camera entirely.
"So, who's my next opponent going to be? Uncle Sam? Santa Claus?" Wicked Kat asks sarcastically. "No. They'll probably put me against the tooth fairy; she's available year-round." She shakes her head and looks down, gathering her thoughts and what she wants to say as she turns her attention back up at the camera.
"When I arrived in Los Angeles, I promised I was going to tear through CWF and leave my mark. I'd say, day one mission accomplished. Mysterion is gonna remember me." She pauses, green eyes passionately staring at the camera. "But what did I show? Clearly, even though I dominated that match, he didn't come down taking me very seriously." She asks before dropping her shoulders and taking a long and deep breath.
"Look, I'm not interested in refuting and defending myself against everything my ex-manager posts online about me, but he is right about one thing. I am tougher than a bunny." She rolled her eyes as she repeated it.
"So enough about my win;" she says, and moves her fingers in a sarcastic quotation mark as she says the word win. "Let's talk about something a little more impressive," Kat said, and her frown faded as the tugging of a slight smile pulled at her lips. "Lady Lana, for example," Kat said as her smile grew a bit.
"Lana comes to me after earning a shot at the Valor Championship; that's something worth respecting. Lana, you have my respect." Kat says, and there is a little more excitement as she talks. "It doesn't matter to me that you spent most of your career as a musician because all I'm going to see when you make your way down to the ring flanked by your bodyguards is a wrestler, and I'm going to treat you with the respect the title wrestler deserves," Kat says, the smile fading away and being replaced by a focused expression.
"So you better make sure you pay me the same respect. If you're focused on your loss last week and worrying about getting back at Iro, then I'm going to tear you apart just...like...Mysterion. I don't care about the music. I don't care if your songs are chart-toppers. I have something to prove, and you're next in line." Kat said as she spoke and waved her index finger back in warning that she was serious.
"You've got good Rhythm; you can move audiences worldwide. But in Portland, you'll be dancing to my Wicked Rhythm, and that's not something I'm sure you've prepared for." Kat said, the smile returning briefly. "Bring me your best, Lana; I need your best because you'll get all I got. I will leave it all in the ring, and when all is said and done. One, two, three times your hand or the ref's hit the mat, you'll know it wasn't enough."
Finished talking, she turns to the bartender and orders another beer. She takes her seat once more at the bar and turns her attention to the band on stage. The camera zooms out of the bar and slowly fades to black.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about when I mention Wicked Kat; she presents herself as this tough chick to the audience. She has a good rock aesthetic and loves leather; you could see her riding a bike. But it's all an act. She introduces herself in CWF as this hungry fighter looking to make a name for herself. What's her debut? Beating up the Easter Bunny? Does anyone think that wasn't a deal worked out between her and management? This is the kind of thing she'd always do when I was representing her. Working out easy wins for her against subpar talent and acting like it made her a big deal, and she'd do anything to get it, and I mean anything. All that showed is Wicked Kat is tougher than a bunny." Kat reads out loud before dropping her phone on the counter, disgusted. She looks at her drink, her jaw clenched in frustration, as she turns to regard the camera. Her Nostrils flare as she moves like she's about to talk, but she stops short. She grabs her glass of beer, drains the rest of it, and slams it on the counter, turning to regard the camera entirely.
"So, who's my next opponent going to be? Uncle Sam? Santa Claus?" Wicked Kat asks sarcastically. "No. They'll probably put me against the tooth fairy; she's available year-round." She shakes her head and looks down, gathering her thoughts and what she wants to say as she turns her attention back up at the camera.
"When I arrived in Los Angeles, I promised I was going to tear through CWF and leave my mark. I'd say, day one mission accomplished. Mysterion is gonna remember me." She pauses, green eyes passionately staring at the camera. "But what did I show? Clearly, even though I dominated that match, he didn't come down taking me very seriously." She asks before dropping her shoulders and taking a long and deep breath.
"Look, I'm not interested in refuting and defending myself against everything my ex-manager posts online about me, but he is right about one thing. I am tougher than a bunny." She rolled her eyes as she repeated it.
"So enough about my win;" she says, and moves her fingers in a sarcastic quotation mark as she says the word win. "Let's talk about something a little more impressive," Kat said, and her frown faded as the tugging of a slight smile pulled at her lips. "Lady Lana, for example," Kat said as her smile grew a bit.
"Lana comes to me after earning a shot at the Valor Championship; that's something worth respecting. Lana, you have my respect." Kat says, and there is a little more excitement as she talks. "It doesn't matter to me that you spent most of your career as a musician because all I'm going to see when you make your way down to the ring flanked by your bodyguards is a wrestler, and I'm going to treat you with the respect the title wrestler deserves," Kat says, the smile fading away and being replaced by a focused expression.
"So you better make sure you pay me the same respect. If you're focused on your loss last week and worrying about getting back at Iro, then I'm going to tear you apart just...like...Mysterion. I don't care about the music. I don't care if your songs are chart-toppers. I have something to prove, and you're next in line." Kat said as she spoke and waved her index finger back in warning that she was serious.
"You've got good Rhythm; you can move audiences worldwide. But in Portland, you'll be dancing to my Wicked Rhythm, and that's not something I'm sure you've prepared for." Kat said, the smile returning briefly. "Bring me your best, Lana; I need your best because you'll get all I got. I will leave it all in the ring, and when all is said and done. One, two, three times your hand or the ref's hit the mat, you'll know it wasn't enough."
Finished talking, she turns to the bartender and orders another beer. She takes her seat once more at the bar and turns her attention to the band on stage. The camera zooms out of the bar and slowly fades to black.