Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 9:21:36 GMT -5
:::OFF CAMERA:::
Mya Gun rolled her eyes in obvious disgust, even though you couldn’t actually see it behind her large armani sunglasses. She then pushes the piece of paper she had in her hands; the reason for her obvious reaction, back into the chest of a very frightened looking young man.
“That isn’t acceptable.” she says and picks up her phone.
“I’m..I’m...I’m sorry Ms. Gun... I don’t exa..exa...exactly make the matches.”
Mia smirks. “Of course you don’t, you barely manage to get me latte’s in the morning, to expect someone of your subpar intelligence to be able to book wrestling matches is a comical thought. So that being said, who do I need to talk to... Oh yes...”
She is now ignoring the quivering man and talking into her phone.
“I need you to get me an immediate appointment with Derek Scott.”
She rolls her eyes again, and this time it's her body language what gives away the reaction behind the dark glasses.
“Devlin... Derek... who cares. Regardless, I need an appointment with him toute Suite. I don’t like to be be kept waiting.”
She sighs while she listens on the other end. She puts a hand over the mouthpiece and turns to the man still waiting for instruction like an obedient puppy. “Go and get my latte. God, do you have to be reminded of your actual job? How much does my mother pay you because you seriously need to get a demotion or something...”
She turns back to the phone. “I don’t care if he’s busy all day today. I happen to be outside his office and if you don’t give me an actual appointment I will make one for myself. Mya Gun does not wait. Very well.”
She hangs up and drops the phone into her purse. The man with whom had been assisting her has returned, placing a plastic starbucks cup into her hand. She bends down and takes a sip and then smiles.
“I knew you were good for something Jacob.”
“That’s Jesse...”
“Take a look at this face Jacob.” She pulls up the glasses to the top of her head to show a pair of very brilliant and dazzling blue eyes -obviously contacts- on her olive complexion. It is unmissable how her beauty intimidates her assistant. “Tell me where you see that I give any fucks about what your name is... no... don’t see any? That’s because I have none. Now wait here. I’m going to get this all straightened out.”
She reaches forward and pats the man on the head. He’s significantly taller than her though, even in her six inch stilettos. She then turns and the camera catches the nameplate on the door, Devlin Scott. She looks at it for a second and smirks.
“Well... so it is Devlin. How strange.”
She then pushes the door open without even knocking. The man behind the desk is startled into standing.
“Miss Gun?” He knows immediately who she is though “My assistant warned me that you might do this. Please... have a seat.”
Mya smiles and walks toward the two leather chairs in front of his desk. She reaches into her purse first though and pulls out what appears to be a packet of baby wipes. She then quickly wipes the seat before carefully sitting and crossing her feet at the ankles. It gives a very nice few of her perfect legs. Devlin can’t help but look before he’s shaking himself out of it. He was however, not that kind of man anymore.
“So I understand that you have some issues with the first card.”
“Only one. Why am I not in the match for the Heavyweight title and the second tier title reserved for the newbies and jobbers. You know that I am neither of those.”
Devlin has retaken his seat and leans forward, clasping his hands together on the desk.
“No. You aren’t. It’s why I sought you out.”
Mya’s expression remains unchanged, neutral and hard to read.
“I am a multi-time champion. I am a famous model and I have a successful pop career. Not to mention my numerous TV appearances. So please, I am still waiting for an explanation as to why you are having me mingling with the bottom barrel of this company.”
She shakes her head.
“In Europe.” he says simply.
“Excuse me?”
“You are all those things in Europe. Both the women’s federations you were involved in and won gold with were in England. Your modelling is for a big name Asian agency and you’re a star in Korea. No one here in the States knows about you. Hence why I sought to snatch you up first as soon as your name crossed my desk as a potential star. I know that you wanted to try and become known in here in the united states. You have a lot of talent and your star quality is through the roof, however no one here knows that yet.”
“So once again.. Why not put me into the main event. What better way to get it noticed and accepted that I am the future face of this company than to have me win it all?”
She seems to be getting impatient and Devlin recognizes this but he is determined to not repeat past mistakes by giving into the divas.
“The way to prove yourself and gain the favor of the audience is to work from the bottom. I recognize that you have talent which is why I put you into a title match to begin with.”
She laughs. “You put everyone into a title match Mr.Scott. Don’t try to feed me any lines. I highly recommend that you move me into the Heavyweight title match.”
Devlin smiles, shaking his head.
“I have dealt with a lot of haughty people in my time in this business but you Miss Gun certainly take the cake. And no, I’m not going to do that. The matches are already made and announced. If you really want to make an impact... well then win your match and then the one after it. If you win the New Generation title and defend it. Show me that you have what it takes.”
The smile on Mya’s face doesn’t change and she appears to ignore his advice and continues to give him her points about why she deserves the top title spot.
“You mean to tell me that a woman who has lost her chance to be a champion, who then got herself beat up with a lead pipe. A woman that doesn’t even have a particularly good command of the english language is more ‘over’ than I am? I could make people know my name just by proper promotion and I don’t need some stupid social media account to do that either. Twitter is so 2015.”
Devlin shakes his head.
“People know who Giovanna is. They know who Kaylee is.”
“Kaylee Kassie is soft. She can win championships but she can’t keep them. And you’re telling me that experience means nothing against being known as a loser who calls herself a princess? Who wants to be a princess when you can be a goddess. Means nothing against a woman who changed her values because she got herself a little plaything? I may not need social media, Dev but I have people that pay attention for me. But fine...”
She stands, smoothing her pencil skirt as to not show her undergarments.
“If that’s the way you want to play it then I will show you ‘what it takes’ to be a champion in the United States.”
She gives a bit of an arrogant smile.
“Just don’t expect to like it.”
She pulls her sunglasses back down from the top of her head and onto her eyes again.
“I look forward to it Mya.”
He continues to give her the ‘executive smile’.
Her response is simply give him a curt laugh and walk out without so much as a goodbye. Once she exits the office she gives Jesse her bag, much the same way she gave him the paper with the matches on it, so that she can scroll through her phone again without really paying much attention to the man.
“I need you to go and pick something up for me Jacob...”
“Jesse...”
“I need you to go to that place. You know the one I mentioned yesterday?”
He nods, fear still evident in his eyes.
“Good. Go and pick up my package and come back to my hotel. It seems that Mr.Scott wants proof of my value in the united states. I’m going to give him what he wants but it will be on MY terms. Be a good boy and go.”
He starts to walk away, the purse still in his hands.
“Ah hem... aren’t you forgetting something?”
He stops. “Oh.. yes... right..” he comes back to hand her the bag and then scurries off again. Mya watches him go before she smiles to herself, a smile reminiscent of the Grinch when he got the idea to steal Christmas.
****
:::ON CAMERA:::
Immediately, Mya Gun is recognized in front of the camera. She’s dressed in something one might find high fashion and it’s not until the camera pans out to see that she is on a set of some sort. People are walking around her, some obviously backup dancers. She puts a hand to her hip and rolls her eyes in annoyance. She speaks quickly, her accent and dialect assumedly perfect.
”mwolago leul jab-a geos.”
{“What’s the hold up?}
From the side, someone speaks too quickly for the camera to pick it up properly. It’s after that, Mya gets a disgusted look on her face and walks away, walking directly toward the person holding the camera.
“Incompetent idiots. I have a life I can’t be waiting all day for some director to have lunch. They will just have to finish this tomorrow because my time is valuable.”
“Ummm... this video is one that Redemption asked for. Maybe say something about your match?”
It’s the voice of her assistant Jesse behind the camera and she actually gives a bit of a smile.
“You have proven to be actually worth something Jacob.”
“Jesse...and Ummm... thank you.”
Mya shakes her head, “Don’t get a big head now, you still screw up... A LOT. Anyway, Redemption... well let’s just put it this way. The people I’m up against? It’s a joke. Paradox? There is no such thing as REAL demons. It’s just some chick wanting to seem edgy. Besides that, why in the hell would a real demon choose wrestling as her outlet... I mean seriously. Everyone tries to come out with some scary gimmick and intimidate people into being less than they are to win a match. I have seen it all doll, although you certainly are not cute and cuddly. And then Karloff? Are you related to the horror movie legend Boris? You aren’t are you? Poor little orphan. Just because you slap on some makeup and act much like the other demon in this match, that doesn’t mean that you are more than a passing thought to me.”
She offers a shrug.
“And Amelia...”
She begins to laugh heavily.
“Yeah she won’t last long.”
Someone offers her a plastic cup full of light brown slush. She takes it from them without so much as a thank you and puts the green straw between her lips.
“So, umm, with you guaranteed to win this match... what about the other opponents you could face?”
“Of course I’m guaranteed to win this match. When Scott booked this match it was like he was telling everyone else in this match that he had absolutely no concern for them because I will destroy people. I could do it physically or I could do it psychologically. But yes, who is it that I could end up facing to take this dinky little title? John Blade? Don’t make me laugh. Has this guy ever really won a real match that wasn’t against someone with absolutely no skill. It’s such a shame too because looks wise, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes.”
She smirks and takes another sip.
“And Lauren Murphy. Please. This woman HASN’T won a match. She ditched her partner the last time she was in Indy and I suspect that after she loses a few more times she might just run away again. Doesn’t matter to me. And Angelica? With a name like that, it usually means her mother was probably some unwed teenager who thought it make her baby look like an angel. If it’s not that name it’s usually Nevaeh. See my real name means Rising Light. Like a star. My mother gave me a name that actually was true of who I was, who I was destined to be. I’m a star in Korea. I was a champion in England. And as much as Devlin says I need to ‘prove’ it here in the United States, I think it’s easy to see that I don’t need to prove a damn thing. But... just like the Frankenstein, that isn’t your real name is it? What is with everyone being so fake. Mya is just a nickname but it’s still based on my birth name. A name I am proud to have. And Gun? That’s my actual last name. Appropriate since I shoot down anyone in my way.”
She gives an arrogant smile.
“Toad...”
She chuckles.
“People seem to think that taking a name that obviously is an insult and ‘owning it...’”
She uses quote fingers.
“It somehow gives them power. I would do to him what I do with real life toads. Squish them under my boots if they get under them. I’d say I mean no offence but I really do. None of you are good enough to be across a ring from me. Don’t expect me to put in much effort but know this, that I don’t have too. All of you are clamouring to be the first New Generation champion that you will make mistakes and that’s when I will capitalize. But... Don’t expect me to reveal my plan...”
She puts a finger to her lips.
“But I guarantee that it will make you all think twice about underestimating what I can do or what I am capable of. “
With that she blows the camera a kiss and walks away. The camera turns to watch as Mya walks by as a stage hand reaches out to grab her ass. She stops, takes a swing and knocks the guy down with one punch. She then, just to add insult to injury upends her drink onto his face and drops the cup on him. She then steps on his stomach to get by, flipping her hair as she rounds a corner.
The screen immediately cuts off.
Mya Gun rolled her eyes in obvious disgust, even though you couldn’t actually see it behind her large armani sunglasses. She then pushes the piece of paper she had in her hands; the reason for her obvious reaction, back into the chest of a very frightened looking young man.
“That isn’t acceptable.” she says and picks up her phone.
“I’m..I’m...I’m sorry Ms. Gun... I don’t exa..exa...exactly make the matches.”
Mia smirks. “Of course you don’t, you barely manage to get me latte’s in the morning, to expect someone of your subpar intelligence to be able to book wrestling matches is a comical thought. So that being said, who do I need to talk to... Oh yes...”
She is now ignoring the quivering man and talking into her phone.
“I need you to get me an immediate appointment with Derek Scott.”
She rolls her eyes again, and this time it's her body language what gives away the reaction behind the dark glasses.
“Devlin... Derek... who cares. Regardless, I need an appointment with him toute Suite. I don’t like to be be kept waiting.”
She sighs while she listens on the other end. She puts a hand over the mouthpiece and turns to the man still waiting for instruction like an obedient puppy. “Go and get my latte. God, do you have to be reminded of your actual job? How much does my mother pay you because you seriously need to get a demotion or something...”
She turns back to the phone. “I don’t care if he’s busy all day today. I happen to be outside his office and if you don’t give me an actual appointment I will make one for myself. Mya Gun does not wait. Very well.”
She hangs up and drops the phone into her purse. The man with whom had been assisting her has returned, placing a plastic starbucks cup into her hand. She bends down and takes a sip and then smiles.
“I knew you were good for something Jacob.”
“That’s Jesse...”
“Take a look at this face Jacob.” She pulls up the glasses to the top of her head to show a pair of very brilliant and dazzling blue eyes -obviously contacts- on her olive complexion. It is unmissable how her beauty intimidates her assistant. “Tell me where you see that I give any fucks about what your name is... no... don’t see any? That’s because I have none. Now wait here. I’m going to get this all straightened out.”
She reaches forward and pats the man on the head. He’s significantly taller than her though, even in her six inch stilettos. She then turns and the camera catches the nameplate on the door, Devlin Scott. She looks at it for a second and smirks.
“Well... so it is Devlin. How strange.”
She then pushes the door open without even knocking. The man behind the desk is startled into standing.
“Miss Gun?” He knows immediately who she is though “My assistant warned me that you might do this. Please... have a seat.”
Mya smiles and walks toward the two leather chairs in front of his desk. She reaches into her purse first though and pulls out what appears to be a packet of baby wipes. She then quickly wipes the seat before carefully sitting and crossing her feet at the ankles. It gives a very nice few of her perfect legs. Devlin can’t help but look before he’s shaking himself out of it. He was however, not that kind of man anymore.
“So I understand that you have some issues with the first card.”
“Only one. Why am I not in the match for the Heavyweight title and the second tier title reserved for the newbies and jobbers. You know that I am neither of those.”
Devlin has retaken his seat and leans forward, clasping his hands together on the desk.
“No. You aren’t. It’s why I sought you out.”
Mya’s expression remains unchanged, neutral and hard to read.
“I am a multi-time champion. I am a famous model and I have a successful pop career. Not to mention my numerous TV appearances. So please, I am still waiting for an explanation as to why you are having me mingling with the bottom barrel of this company.”
She shakes her head.
“In Europe.” he says simply.
“Excuse me?”
“You are all those things in Europe. Both the women’s federations you were involved in and won gold with were in England. Your modelling is for a big name Asian agency and you’re a star in Korea. No one here in the States knows about you. Hence why I sought to snatch you up first as soon as your name crossed my desk as a potential star. I know that you wanted to try and become known in here in the united states. You have a lot of talent and your star quality is through the roof, however no one here knows that yet.”
“So once again.. Why not put me into the main event. What better way to get it noticed and accepted that I am the future face of this company than to have me win it all?”
She seems to be getting impatient and Devlin recognizes this but he is determined to not repeat past mistakes by giving into the divas.
“The way to prove yourself and gain the favor of the audience is to work from the bottom. I recognize that you have talent which is why I put you into a title match to begin with.”
She laughs. “You put everyone into a title match Mr.Scott. Don’t try to feed me any lines. I highly recommend that you move me into the Heavyweight title match.”
Devlin smiles, shaking his head.
“I have dealt with a lot of haughty people in my time in this business but you Miss Gun certainly take the cake. And no, I’m not going to do that. The matches are already made and announced. If you really want to make an impact... well then win your match and then the one after it. If you win the New Generation title and defend it. Show me that you have what it takes.”
The smile on Mya’s face doesn’t change and she appears to ignore his advice and continues to give him her points about why she deserves the top title spot.
“You mean to tell me that a woman who has lost her chance to be a champion, who then got herself beat up with a lead pipe. A woman that doesn’t even have a particularly good command of the english language is more ‘over’ than I am? I could make people know my name just by proper promotion and I don’t need some stupid social media account to do that either. Twitter is so 2015.”
Devlin shakes his head.
“People know who Giovanna is. They know who Kaylee is.”
“Kaylee Kassie is soft. She can win championships but she can’t keep them. And you’re telling me that experience means nothing against being known as a loser who calls herself a princess? Who wants to be a princess when you can be a goddess. Means nothing against a woman who changed her values because she got herself a little plaything? I may not need social media, Dev but I have people that pay attention for me. But fine...”
She stands, smoothing her pencil skirt as to not show her undergarments.
“If that’s the way you want to play it then I will show you ‘what it takes’ to be a champion in the United States.”
She gives a bit of an arrogant smile.
“Just don’t expect to like it.”
She pulls her sunglasses back down from the top of her head and onto her eyes again.
“I look forward to it Mya.”
He continues to give her the ‘executive smile’.
Her response is simply give him a curt laugh and walk out without so much as a goodbye. Once she exits the office she gives Jesse her bag, much the same way she gave him the paper with the matches on it, so that she can scroll through her phone again without really paying much attention to the man.
“I need you to go and pick something up for me Jacob...”
“Jesse...”
“I need you to go to that place. You know the one I mentioned yesterday?”
He nods, fear still evident in his eyes.
“Good. Go and pick up my package and come back to my hotel. It seems that Mr.Scott wants proof of my value in the united states. I’m going to give him what he wants but it will be on MY terms. Be a good boy and go.”
He starts to walk away, the purse still in his hands.
“Ah hem... aren’t you forgetting something?”
He stops. “Oh.. yes... right..” he comes back to hand her the bag and then scurries off again. Mya watches him go before she smiles to herself, a smile reminiscent of the Grinch when he got the idea to steal Christmas.
****
:::ON CAMERA:::
Immediately, Mya Gun is recognized in front of the camera. She’s dressed in something one might find high fashion and it’s not until the camera pans out to see that she is on a set of some sort. People are walking around her, some obviously backup dancers. She puts a hand to her hip and rolls her eyes in annoyance. She speaks quickly, her accent and dialect assumedly perfect.
”mwolago leul jab-a geos.”
{“What’s the hold up?}
From the side, someone speaks too quickly for the camera to pick it up properly. It’s after that, Mya gets a disgusted look on her face and walks away, walking directly toward the person holding the camera.
“Incompetent idiots. I have a life I can’t be waiting all day for some director to have lunch. They will just have to finish this tomorrow because my time is valuable.”
“Ummm... this video is one that Redemption asked for. Maybe say something about your match?”
It’s the voice of her assistant Jesse behind the camera and she actually gives a bit of a smile.
“You have proven to be actually worth something Jacob.”
“Jesse...and Ummm... thank you.”
Mya shakes her head, “Don’t get a big head now, you still screw up... A LOT. Anyway, Redemption... well let’s just put it this way. The people I’m up against? It’s a joke. Paradox? There is no such thing as REAL demons. It’s just some chick wanting to seem edgy. Besides that, why in the hell would a real demon choose wrestling as her outlet... I mean seriously. Everyone tries to come out with some scary gimmick and intimidate people into being less than they are to win a match. I have seen it all doll, although you certainly are not cute and cuddly. And then Karloff? Are you related to the horror movie legend Boris? You aren’t are you? Poor little orphan. Just because you slap on some makeup and act much like the other demon in this match, that doesn’t mean that you are more than a passing thought to me.”
She offers a shrug.
“And Amelia...”
She begins to laugh heavily.
“Yeah she won’t last long.”
Someone offers her a plastic cup full of light brown slush. She takes it from them without so much as a thank you and puts the green straw between her lips.
“So, umm, with you guaranteed to win this match... what about the other opponents you could face?”
“Of course I’m guaranteed to win this match. When Scott booked this match it was like he was telling everyone else in this match that he had absolutely no concern for them because I will destroy people. I could do it physically or I could do it psychologically. But yes, who is it that I could end up facing to take this dinky little title? John Blade? Don’t make me laugh. Has this guy ever really won a real match that wasn’t against someone with absolutely no skill. It’s such a shame too because looks wise, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes.”
She smirks and takes another sip.
“And Lauren Murphy. Please. This woman HASN’T won a match. She ditched her partner the last time she was in Indy and I suspect that after she loses a few more times she might just run away again. Doesn’t matter to me. And Angelica? With a name like that, it usually means her mother was probably some unwed teenager who thought it make her baby look like an angel. If it’s not that name it’s usually Nevaeh. See my real name means Rising Light. Like a star. My mother gave me a name that actually was true of who I was, who I was destined to be. I’m a star in Korea. I was a champion in England. And as much as Devlin says I need to ‘prove’ it here in the United States, I think it’s easy to see that I don’t need to prove a damn thing. But... just like the Frankenstein, that isn’t your real name is it? What is with everyone being so fake. Mya is just a nickname but it’s still based on my birth name. A name I am proud to have. And Gun? That’s my actual last name. Appropriate since I shoot down anyone in my way.”
She gives an arrogant smile.
“Toad...”
She chuckles.
“People seem to think that taking a name that obviously is an insult and ‘owning it...’”
She uses quote fingers.
“It somehow gives them power. I would do to him what I do with real life toads. Squish them under my boots if they get under them. I’d say I mean no offence but I really do. None of you are good enough to be across a ring from me. Don’t expect me to put in much effort but know this, that I don’t have too. All of you are clamouring to be the first New Generation champion that you will make mistakes and that’s when I will capitalize. But... Don’t expect me to reveal my plan...”
She puts a finger to her lips.
“But I guarantee that it will make you all think twice about underestimating what I can do or what I am capable of. “
With that she blows the camera a kiss and walks away. The camera turns to watch as Mya walks by as a stage hand reaches out to grab her ass. She stops, takes a swing and knocks the guy down with one punch. She then, just to add insult to injury upends her drink onto his face and drops the cup on him. She then steps on his stomach to get by, flipping her hair as she rounds a corner.
The screen immediately cuts off.
