And it's off to the store for me this weekend.
Feb 16, 2007 3:49:38 GMT -5
Post by OrochiGeese on Feb 16, 2007 3:49:38 GMT -5
we fade in on what appears to be backstage of the OG-FPD Joshi arena. judging by the set-up, this footage was taken the night of the PPV.
we're currently just rear of the entrance area, where the pre-match interview banner and reporter are waiting. suddenly, a tired looking Lana enters the scene from the stage area. the interviewer standing near the banner motions her over, and, after a grimace, she walks over to join him.
Lana's covered with a layer of sweat and just a little bit more then a blood stain or two. her breathing is heavy, but slowing itself. her hair's a mess, and her eyes look like she might even cry - but a smile creeps across her face.
[RIG:] So, Lana...
[Lana:] Right, right. Post-match reactions... she got me. Cross got me.
But, I got Cross, too. I'd warned her. I've been marking off the days on my calendar, and she's been on notice for something like a month now. She's had this match coming for a whole f'uckin' month, and now?
Well, now, she's at the medical station, receiving medical help for her busted up face. Just like I promised.
[RIG:] You caused Ms. Cross to bleed in the first few minutes of the match, as I recall.
[Lana:] Yup. Pulled back for a heartpunch, decided to go straight for that hook nose instead, and BAM! Jackpot.
[RIG:] Your first PPV appearance in OG-FPD Joshi was, however, a loss.
[Lana:] Oh, I realize that. I kind of expected it. My focus was off. Tonight, Cross got a win. I earned a loss. Her win here at the PPV will get her attention, fame, and glory, I'm sure.
But you know something, Random Guy? My loss means my shoulders were against the mat for three seconds. My loss means my win dash loss record got another number on the loss side.
What did I lose, most of all? A little pride. A mental block, to be sure, but it'll be back.
Kimmy? That little c'unt will likely need stitches, some minor surgery, and, if that last straight punch was on target like I think it was, hopefully some real expensive facial reconstruction surgery.
At the very least, she's staying home this weekend as her poor wittle face heals up.
[RIG:] That's kinda sick.
[Lana:] However... I'll be spending my weekend with a few of my friends in the business. We're gonna go out, drink, and they're going to tell me how awesome it was to watch me punk that bitch into a bloody mess.
Oh! Can't forget that I also gotta get me to the athletic supply place, because I have a pair of gloves that I'm officially retiring - they're so crusted up with blood that it's rediculous - and I need a new pair.
Enjoy your victory, Cross. If our paths cross again, maybe I'll be able to focus on victory, because the sight of your new plastic nose will remind me that I already let you know what the f'uck I'm about.
Anyway, I'm off to celebrate the evening. See ya!
with that, Lana walks out of the scene, and with the loss of this promo's catalyst, RIG shrugs, and we fade to black.
we're currently just rear of the entrance area, where the pre-match interview banner and reporter are waiting. suddenly, a tired looking Lana enters the scene from the stage area. the interviewer standing near the banner motions her over, and, after a grimace, she walks over to join him.
Lana's covered with a layer of sweat and just a little bit more then a blood stain or two. her breathing is heavy, but slowing itself. her hair's a mess, and her eyes look like she might even cry - but a smile creeps across her face.
[RIG:] So, Lana...
[Lana:] Right, right. Post-match reactions... she got me. Cross got me.
But, I got Cross, too. I'd warned her. I've been marking off the days on my calendar, and she's been on notice for something like a month now. She's had this match coming for a whole f'uckin' month, and now?
Well, now, she's at the medical station, receiving medical help for her busted up face. Just like I promised.
[RIG:] You caused Ms. Cross to bleed in the first few minutes of the match, as I recall.
[Lana:] Yup. Pulled back for a heartpunch, decided to go straight for that hook nose instead, and BAM! Jackpot.
[RIG:] Your first PPV appearance in OG-FPD Joshi was, however, a loss.
[Lana:] Oh, I realize that. I kind of expected it. My focus was off. Tonight, Cross got a win. I earned a loss. Her win here at the PPV will get her attention, fame, and glory, I'm sure.
But you know something, Random Guy? My loss means my shoulders were against the mat for three seconds. My loss means my win dash loss record got another number on the loss side.
What did I lose, most of all? A little pride. A mental block, to be sure, but it'll be back.
Kimmy? That little c'unt will likely need stitches, some minor surgery, and, if that last straight punch was on target like I think it was, hopefully some real expensive facial reconstruction surgery.
At the very least, she's staying home this weekend as her poor wittle face heals up.
[RIG:] That's kinda sick.
[Lana:] However... I'll be spending my weekend with a few of my friends in the business. We're gonna go out, drink, and they're going to tell me how awesome it was to watch me punk that bitch into a bloody mess.
Oh! Can't forget that I also gotta get me to the athletic supply place, because I have a pair of gloves that I'm officially retiring - they're so crusted up with blood that it's rediculous - and I need a new pair.
Enjoy your victory, Cross. If our paths cross again, maybe I'll be able to focus on victory, because the sight of your new plastic nose will remind me that I already let you know what the f'uck I'm about.
Anyway, I'm off to celebrate the evening. See ya!
with that, Lana walks out of the scene, and with the loss of this promo's catalyst, RIG shrugs, and we fade to black.