Post by teevee on Apr 25, 2018 17:03:02 GMT -5
The scene opens to show a large, cavernous room, dimly lit only by four long lines of alternating blue and green neon lights mounted just above the twelve foot high mirrors that cover the walls. In the low illumination not a lot of detail can be made out, mostly shadowy shapes, though some of the shapes nearest the camera can be discerned as Nautilus brand weight machines of various designs with what appear to be treadmills and stair stepping machines in the background next to the nearest mirrored wall.
A fairly tall and lean woman stalks into view, matte black denim shorts and tight fitting tee shirt standing out as just a bit darker than the shadows behind her but the skin of her exposed arms, legs, and face are so pale that it practically shines like a beacon in the darkness and her straight, chin length black hair is glossy enough to reflect the blue and green lighting like the feathers of a raven. One might be tempted to compare her appearance to that of Snow White except her lips are painted black, her bright blue eyes glow like an arctic lake, and the toothy grin she is wearing is decidedly more predatory in nature than friendly or welcoming. She crosses her pale arms between her unobtrusive yet noticeably feminine bosom, and speaks directly to the camera in a smooth, husky contralto voice.
Tee: It's been quite a while since I've appeared on NGW programming and the company has gone through quite a few changes, so I suppose I should reintroduce myself. My name is Tee Voland, and I've just recently been re-signed to NGW. Even if you don't remember me you've probably seen my name on the card for Dissension this Sunday in Washington D.C. where I'll be facing off with Damon Graves in a non-title match. I honestly don't mind that it's not a title match because I have no interest in his title. I'm not a "young lion" as that belt is so colorfully named; if you want to apply an animalistic description to me I'm a cougar in her prime compared to the glorified cub that I'm booked against. But I'll get back to young Damon momentarily.
Tee drops her hands to her sides and slowly half glides, half struts past the camera, which moves along to follow her past the Nautilus machines, then an array of free weight benches, dumbbell racks, and punching bags.
Tee: To those who don't remember me, this is indeed a gym that I'm addressing you from. More specifically it's Voland Gym, my gym. Well, mine and my brother's, technically, but he's such a slacker when it comes to anything resembling administrative duties that you'd think he's actually allergic to paperwork so I've been effectively running the place since I was twelve. It's a rather large gym, and very well equipped; we have training facilities appropriate for nearly every kind of athletic activity you can name. On top of that, the third floor is all private apartments reserved for the proprietors which means I literally grew up in this place. That should explain why I'm clearly in such excellent physical condition. I started practicing gymnastics when I was three and competed in just about every youth sport I could growing up; I was even the only girl on my high school varsity wrestling and hockey teams. But there's one very specific athletic activity that pertains to this little autobiographical soliloquy.
Tee stops and gestures in front of her with a pale hand and the camera pans over to follow, revealing a full sized professional wrestling ring that is suddenly illuminated by an overhead spotlight shining directly into it's center so that all around it still remains mostly in shadow.
Tee: I got my start in professional wrestling, quite some time ago, as my brother's manager. After a few ringside disagreements with another such manager, the company's General Manager offered us the choice of being banned from ringside or signing talent contracts so we could settle our disagreements in the ring. I'm pretty sure that ticket sells and television ratings factored into that ultimatum as well, but that's just shrewd business so I can't really fault Ms D'Angelo for it. Funny thing is that the woman I was fighting with so fiercely at the time anded up becoming one of my closest friends. It took a year or two to get to that point, but if I recall correctly, both of our final appearances in the ring before that company went belly up - there was a change in management and the new GM wasn't quite as shrewd a businessman, to put it mildly - was as tag team partners. Then again, in this business rivalries and friendships can be rather fluid at times.
Fast forward a few years later and I had a second address in Auckland, New Zealand and was one of the prime contenders for ANZAC Pro's New Zealand Championship when that company got bought out and merged into NGW. I even fought for that title three times in NGW before it was unified with the NGW Championship. Granted, I lost all three of those matches but the guy that beat me was the one that ended up winning the unification match so I'm not exactly embarrassed by my performance. A bit later I won the Five Lakes Championship, which leads into how I'm not disappointed that my returning match isn't a championship match for a title designed for noobs in need of self validation.
The camera still directed at the ring, Tee suddenly appears atop one of the far ring posts, climbing it like a cat and perching upon it to look down at the camera like a hawk eyeing a rabbit.
Tee: I know I've been out for long enough to have to work my way back up, but at least the new NGW management seems smart enough to not waste my time or their ratings on bottom of the barrel matches. As King of the Noobs Damon Graves is a reasonable measuring stick to make sure I've still got it. I'm going to give Damon one and only one warning: do not underestimate me, boy. You're riding a nice happy-high with your title and you may be ten years younger than me and about sixty-five pounds heaver, but age and trickery can beat youth and strength any day and, aside from being in my physical prime, I'm one tricky bitch. Maybe you'll reach some lofty positions in this business someday, but I'm back and aiming for a lot of the same positions and, even if you don't know enough of me to realize it yet, I've got a pretty good head start on you. Nothing personal, Damon, at least not yet, but I'm just as driven as anybody worth their bootlaces in this business and I'm not the type to indulge in charity so I'm going to put your Lights Out in DC in a few days.
Tee stands and does a quick back flip off the ring post into the shadows and the scene fades.
A fairly tall and lean woman stalks into view, matte black denim shorts and tight fitting tee shirt standing out as just a bit darker than the shadows behind her but the skin of her exposed arms, legs, and face are so pale that it practically shines like a beacon in the darkness and her straight, chin length black hair is glossy enough to reflect the blue and green lighting like the feathers of a raven. One might be tempted to compare her appearance to that of Snow White except her lips are painted black, her bright blue eyes glow like an arctic lake, and the toothy grin she is wearing is decidedly more predatory in nature than friendly or welcoming. She crosses her pale arms between her unobtrusive yet noticeably feminine bosom, and speaks directly to the camera in a smooth, husky contralto voice.
Tee: It's been quite a while since I've appeared on NGW programming and the company has gone through quite a few changes, so I suppose I should reintroduce myself. My name is Tee Voland, and I've just recently been re-signed to NGW. Even if you don't remember me you've probably seen my name on the card for Dissension this Sunday in Washington D.C. where I'll be facing off with Damon Graves in a non-title match. I honestly don't mind that it's not a title match because I have no interest in his title. I'm not a "young lion" as that belt is so colorfully named; if you want to apply an animalistic description to me I'm a cougar in her prime compared to the glorified cub that I'm booked against. But I'll get back to young Damon momentarily.
Tee drops her hands to her sides and slowly half glides, half struts past the camera, which moves along to follow her past the Nautilus machines, then an array of free weight benches, dumbbell racks, and punching bags.
Tee: To those who don't remember me, this is indeed a gym that I'm addressing you from. More specifically it's Voland Gym, my gym. Well, mine and my brother's, technically, but he's such a slacker when it comes to anything resembling administrative duties that you'd think he's actually allergic to paperwork so I've been effectively running the place since I was twelve. It's a rather large gym, and very well equipped; we have training facilities appropriate for nearly every kind of athletic activity you can name. On top of that, the third floor is all private apartments reserved for the proprietors which means I literally grew up in this place. That should explain why I'm clearly in such excellent physical condition. I started practicing gymnastics when I was three and competed in just about every youth sport I could growing up; I was even the only girl on my high school varsity wrestling and hockey teams. But there's one very specific athletic activity that pertains to this little autobiographical soliloquy.
Tee stops and gestures in front of her with a pale hand and the camera pans over to follow, revealing a full sized professional wrestling ring that is suddenly illuminated by an overhead spotlight shining directly into it's center so that all around it still remains mostly in shadow.
Tee: I got my start in professional wrestling, quite some time ago, as my brother's manager. After a few ringside disagreements with another such manager, the company's General Manager offered us the choice of being banned from ringside or signing talent contracts so we could settle our disagreements in the ring. I'm pretty sure that ticket sells and television ratings factored into that ultimatum as well, but that's just shrewd business so I can't really fault Ms D'Angelo for it. Funny thing is that the woman I was fighting with so fiercely at the time anded up becoming one of my closest friends. It took a year or two to get to that point, but if I recall correctly, both of our final appearances in the ring before that company went belly up - there was a change in management and the new GM wasn't quite as shrewd a businessman, to put it mildly - was as tag team partners. Then again, in this business rivalries and friendships can be rather fluid at times.
Fast forward a few years later and I had a second address in Auckland, New Zealand and was one of the prime contenders for ANZAC Pro's New Zealand Championship when that company got bought out and merged into NGW. I even fought for that title three times in NGW before it was unified with the NGW Championship. Granted, I lost all three of those matches but the guy that beat me was the one that ended up winning the unification match so I'm not exactly embarrassed by my performance. A bit later I won the Five Lakes Championship, which leads into how I'm not disappointed that my returning match isn't a championship match for a title designed for noobs in need of self validation.
The camera still directed at the ring, Tee suddenly appears atop one of the far ring posts, climbing it like a cat and perching upon it to look down at the camera like a hawk eyeing a rabbit.
Tee: I know I've been out for long enough to have to work my way back up, but at least the new NGW management seems smart enough to not waste my time or their ratings on bottom of the barrel matches. As King of the Noobs Damon Graves is a reasonable measuring stick to make sure I've still got it. I'm going to give Damon one and only one warning: do not underestimate me, boy. You're riding a nice happy-high with your title and you may be ten years younger than me and about sixty-five pounds heaver, but age and trickery can beat youth and strength any day and, aside from being in my physical prime, I'm one tricky bitch. Maybe you'll reach some lofty positions in this business someday, but I'm back and aiming for a lot of the same positions and, even if you don't know enough of me to realize it yet, I've got a pretty good head start on you. Nothing personal, Damon, at least not yet, but I'm just as driven as anybody worth their bootlaces in this business and I'm not the type to indulge in charity so I'm going to put your Lights Out in DC in a few days.
Tee stands and does a quick back flip off the ring post into the shadows and the scene fades.