Post by Isabel Rios on Nov 30, 2020 22:22:47 GMT -5
The shot opens on Isabel Rios standing before the shores of Lake Ontario on a cold early December afternoon, the sun setting in the distance; she’s dressed in a warm, wool-lined coat, tight jeans and boots, the hood of her coat down, a toque on her head. She’s facing the camera, hands in her pockets.
“I love being out here, even when it’s fucking freezing. This is home for me; seriously, I could throw a rock and just about hit my house from here.”
She gestures vaguely beyond the camera, away from the lake, before tucking her gloved hand back into her pocket.
“Pretty much all my life I’ve lived this close to the water. Only exception was the first year of college, living in the dorms in the city. It was fun but ultimately I’m a country girl at heart; I go too long without seeing trees and fields or, y’know, the lake like this, I get all antsy. Which is why it’s so wonderfully convenient that we are, right now, only like an hour’s drive from the Powerade Centre in Mississauga. That’s right, on December 17 I’m gonna roll into the city, face off against Deco, then I get to come home and sleep in my own bed afterwards. Hard to complain about that, right?”
Isabel shifts in a bit closer to the camera, rocking on her heels a little.
“And on the subject of Deco… very capable, very dangerous. A high flying striker, definitely not the first of those I’ve faced but might very well be the best of them I’ve faced up against so far. I’m gonna get hit on the 17th and I’m probably gonna get hit real fucking hard, and that’s fine. I can take a hit and keep coming, don’t anyone worry about that. And I’m not dumb enough to try and strike with Deco, I’m sure as hell not gonna try to out-fly her; sure, I’m plenty capable coming off the top, but why play her game when I can play mine?”
Isabel takes her hands out of her pockets, flexing them in her gloves for warmth before crouching down to pick up a nice flat, round stone.
“My plan in the ring is pretty simple, when it all comes down to it: I’m gonna go in there and look to suplex Deco all over the place, any way I can lay hands on her. Every strike she throws she’s gonna have to worry about getting caught and getting launched. I don’t just deadlift heavy because I like having a world class ass and thighs, y’know?”
She offers the camera a little grin before turning and skipping the stone out over the relatively calm waters, then turns back.
“Strength, explosiveness and technique, I got plenty of that and that’s what I’m gonna lead with. Deco, you’re gonna be hitting that mat hard a lot. And I have every expectation that you’re gonna get up again and again and again. I’m not gonna pretend to be any kinda expert on who you are as a human being, but I know enough to know you’re plenty tough. I’m gonna hit you with a big shot of some kind in there and it’s not gonna keep you down. The first time, it won’t. The second time it won’t. Maybe even the third time, the fourth time, the tenth time, whatever.”
Isabel steps in closer to the camera, crouching down a little, eye to mechanical eye with it.
“But here’s the thing: I don’t panic when someone takes one of my big shots and gets up, I just turn the pressure up that much more. And whether that means I’m hitting you with the Redtail Driver once or twice or however many more times, that’s fine. You keep dropping someone on their head, sooner or later they stay down and I can drop you all night. And if I get you in the Koji clutch and you don’t tap right away? That’s fine too. I’ve never met anyone who can fight forever when they can’t breathe.”
Isabel straightens up, shrugging her shoulders a little under the warm coat.
“Please don’t take any of this the wrong way, it’s not like I’ve got some kinda hate on for you or anything. Frankly I’m fucking impressed with you. But at Crowning of a Champion II you’re my opponent, my adversary, the one woman I have to beat to make the kind of impression I’m hellbent on making in NPW… and that means I’ve gotta put you down and keep you down.”
Isabel smiles again, looking down into the camera.
“Alright, I’m gonna head home, warm up with a cup of coffee and then I’ve got a date with the stairmaster, get my cardio in. After all, I’ve got a hell of a match to be ready for in a couple weeks. NPW, I look forward to letting you get a proper introduction to Isabel Rios. Deco, I know you’re gonna make a hell of an introduction too… but you’ll be doing it in defeat. See you on the 17th.”
With that Isabel turns and starts away from the lakeshore, the shot following her as it fades to black.
“I love being out here, even when it’s fucking freezing. This is home for me; seriously, I could throw a rock and just about hit my house from here.”
She gestures vaguely beyond the camera, away from the lake, before tucking her gloved hand back into her pocket.
“Pretty much all my life I’ve lived this close to the water. Only exception was the first year of college, living in the dorms in the city. It was fun but ultimately I’m a country girl at heart; I go too long without seeing trees and fields or, y’know, the lake like this, I get all antsy. Which is why it’s so wonderfully convenient that we are, right now, only like an hour’s drive from the Powerade Centre in Mississauga. That’s right, on December 17 I’m gonna roll into the city, face off against Deco, then I get to come home and sleep in my own bed afterwards. Hard to complain about that, right?”
Isabel shifts in a bit closer to the camera, rocking on her heels a little.
“And on the subject of Deco… very capable, very dangerous. A high flying striker, definitely not the first of those I’ve faced but might very well be the best of them I’ve faced up against so far. I’m gonna get hit on the 17th and I’m probably gonna get hit real fucking hard, and that’s fine. I can take a hit and keep coming, don’t anyone worry about that. And I’m not dumb enough to try and strike with Deco, I’m sure as hell not gonna try to out-fly her; sure, I’m plenty capable coming off the top, but why play her game when I can play mine?”
Isabel takes her hands out of her pockets, flexing them in her gloves for warmth before crouching down to pick up a nice flat, round stone.
“My plan in the ring is pretty simple, when it all comes down to it: I’m gonna go in there and look to suplex Deco all over the place, any way I can lay hands on her. Every strike she throws she’s gonna have to worry about getting caught and getting launched. I don’t just deadlift heavy because I like having a world class ass and thighs, y’know?”
She offers the camera a little grin before turning and skipping the stone out over the relatively calm waters, then turns back.
“Strength, explosiveness and technique, I got plenty of that and that’s what I’m gonna lead with. Deco, you’re gonna be hitting that mat hard a lot. And I have every expectation that you’re gonna get up again and again and again. I’m not gonna pretend to be any kinda expert on who you are as a human being, but I know enough to know you’re plenty tough. I’m gonna hit you with a big shot of some kind in there and it’s not gonna keep you down. The first time, it won’t. The second time it won’t. Maybe even the third time, the fourth time, the tenth time, whatever.”
Isabel steps in closer to the camera, crouching down a little, eye to mechanical eye with it.
“But here’s the thing: I don’t panic when someone takes one of my big shots and gets up, I just turn the pressure up that much more. And whether that means I’m hitting you with the Redtail Driver once or twice or however many more times, that’s fine. You keep dropping someone on their head, sooner or later they stay down and I can drop you all night. And if I get you in the Koji clutch and you don’t tap right away? That’s fine too. I’ve never met anyone who can fight forever when they can’t breathe.”
Isabel straightens up, shrugging her shoulders a little under the warm coat.
“Please don’t take any of this the wrong way, it’s not like I’ve got some kinda hate on for you or anything. Frankly I’m fucking impressed with you. But at Crowning of a Champion II you’re my opponent, my adversary, the one woman I have to beat to make the kind of impression I’m hellbent on making in NPW… and that means I’ve gotta put you down and keep you down.”
Isabel smiles again, looking down into the camera.
“Alright, I’m gonna head home, warm up with a cup of coffee and then I’ve got a date with the stairmaster, get my cardio in. After all, I’ve got a hell of a match to be ready for in a couple weeks. NPW, I look forward to letting you get a proper introduction to Isabel Rios. Deco, I know you’re gonna make a hell of an introduction too… but you’ll be doing it in defeat. See you on the 17th.”
With that Isabel turns and starts away from the lakeshore, the shot following her as it fades to black.
