Ready, steady - go.
Feb 16, 2007 2:25:30 GMT -5
Post by OrochiGeese on Feb 16, 2007 2:25:30 GMT -5
1/30/06
we fade in on your uber-generic backstage interview environment after one of the Voltage matches. the camera pans back and forth, apparently looking for someone - and doesn't find anyone? Random Interviewer Guy stands there and looks confused.
hrm.
we fade to black, and fade in to another backstage area, it's the snack area, which consists of a few tables covered with 'food', and a lot of seating for chowing down. we pan over to where Lana happens to be - she's sitting on the end of a mostly vacant table, legs hanging off and she's sipping calmly at a can of soda. It's Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, if you were wondering. She's wearing some khaki capri pants, simple white sneakers, and a faded orange shirt. Her hair is closer to orange or blonde then it used to be - no doubt a dye job. She notices that the camera has gone live, and sets the can down on the table. She shifts her weight forward, stands up, and grins at the camera.
[Lana:] Hiya. I'm Lana. A pleasure to introduce myself.
Lana's lips peel back, and she smiles, obviously enjoying herself.
I was contacted quite out of the blue by Geese - who apparently found my number from one of my wrestling pals - three guesses as to who, first two don't count.
She shrugs, and lets the tail end of a laugh out. She shakes her head, her eyes distant, likely thinking about the sap that handed over her number. She turns back to the camera.
I was more then happy to get the offer, though. I quit my job back home, and decided to dive into this full time.
Her smile fades, replaced by a frown as her eyes narrow.
That means that life just got a whole lot shittier for some of you. Lemme show you why.
Lana pulls a duffel bag from off camera, searches through it, and produces a black leather object - though you don't know, I'll tell you that it's Lana's left hand glove. This is made very apparent by her sliding it onto her left hand and securing it. She clenches her hand into a fist, and releases.
See? This here? This is my favorite posession. It protects my fingers from the inconvenience they go through when you knock someone clean out with a punch... Rick always said I had a 'sugah left'.
Another quick shuffle through the bag, and she pulls out another glove, which makes it's way onto her right hand. Lana cracks the knuckles of both hands, and looks directly into the camera.
So, in lieu of any real strategy when it comes to my time here, I will instead say this - you are all on notice. Every single one of you. Even Miz Cannon.
If any of you have any issues with it -
Lana begins cracking individual knuckles, and she has a grin as she pauses -
- I'd be more then happy to show you what being on notice is about.
She stops talking and slowly begins nodding, satisfied with the way she posed her challenge. She walks off camera as we fade to black.
we fade in on your uber-generic backstage interview environment after one of the Voltage matches. the camera pans back and forth, apparently looking for someone - and doesn't find anyone? Random Interviewer Guy stands there and looks confused.
hrm.
we fade to black, and fade in to another backstage area, it's the snack area, which consists of a few tables covered with 'food', and a lot of seating for chowing down. we pan over to where Lana happens to be - she's sitting on the end of a mostly vacant table, legs hanging off and she's sipping calmly at a can of soda. It's Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, if you were wondering. She's wearing some khaki capri pants, simple white sneakers, and a faded orange shirt. Her hair is closer to orange or blonde then it used to be - no doubt a dye job. She notices that the camera has gone live, and sets the can down on the table. She shifts her weight forward, stands up, and grins at the camera.
[Lana:] Hiya. I'm Lana. A pleasure to introduce myself.
Lana's lips peel back, and she smiles, obviously enjoying herself.
I was contacted quite out of the blue by Geese - who apparently found my number from one of my wrestling pals - three guesses as to who, first two don't count.
She shrugs, and lets the tail end of a laugh out. She shakes her head, her eyes distant, likely thinking about the sap that handed over her number. She turns back to the camera.
I was more then happy to get the offer, though. I quit my job back home, and decided to dive into this full time.
Her smile fades, replaced by a frown as her eyes narrow.
That means that life just got a whole lot shittier for some of you. Lemme show you why.
Lana pulls a duffel bag from off camera, searches through it, and produces a black leather object - though you don't know, I'll tell you that it's Lana's left hand glove. This is made very apparent by her sliding it onto her left hand and securing it. She clenches her hand into a fist, and releases.
See? This here? This is my favorite posession. It protects my fingers from the inconvenience they go through when you knock someone clean out with a punch... Rick always said I had a 'sugah left'.
Another quick shuffle through the bag, and she pulls out another glove, which makes it's way onto her right hand. Lana cracks the knuckles of both hands, and looks directly into the camera.
So, in lieu of any real strategy when it comes to my time here, I will instead say this - you are all on notice. Every single one of you. Even Miz Cannon.
If any of you have any issues with it -
Lana begins cracking individual knuckles, and she has a grin as she pauses -
- I'd be more then happy to show you what being on notice is about.
She stops talking and slowly begins nodding, satisfied with the way she posed her challenge. She walks off camera as we fade to black.