Merry Xmas to All... Except Terminatrix. And Kono. (NPDNY)
Dec 18, 2020 22:01:42 GMT -5
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Post by Isabel Rios on Dec 18, 2020 22:01:42 GMT -5
“Alright, great stuff Isabel. I think we’ve got everything we need.”
The shot opens on Isabel Rios, grinning at a cameraman as he and his assistant start to pack up. They’re in a gym, empty save for them; Isabel glistens with sweat, the grappler clad in a bright pink sports bra and matching tight workout shorts, both adorned with the High Voltage™ logo, a pair of white socks that reach her knees and sneakers completing the outfit, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.
“Never done more than a few cellphone snaps during a workout before. Gotta admit, it wasn’t as weird as I thought it’d be.”
Isabel and the cameraman share a little laugh as she picks up a bottle of water, taking a long drink from it.
“Well, glad it worked for you too then. Maybe next time we can do something outside, get you out in the natural light.”
Isabel shrugs and smiles again.
“Yeah? I’ve got the toque already, you guys gonna hook me up with a High Voltage parka so we can do something out in the snow?”
“I was thinking more about seeing if they want to get you on the shoot in the Dominican in February. We usually head down with some of the models, but I’m sure the bosses would love to get you involved if you’re up for it.”
Surprise is evident on her face but she’s quick to smile.
“I mean, gotta make sure I’m not missing any commitments with NPW or anywhere else but if you’re seriously offering a free trip to the Dominican and all I gotta do is spend a few days in bikinis getting my picture taken? Hell yes I’m interested!”
She extends a hand to the photographer, shaking his before offering a nod and a wave to the assistant before almost skipping to the locker room door, clearly elated at the prospect of a paid vacation as the shot fades out.
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Isabel is seated on concrete steps, wearing a black hoodie, hood up, leggings and sneakers, a light snow falling around her. She has a small smile on her face as she looks into the camera, hands tucked into her sweater pockets.
“So, me and John Cavanaugh versus Terminatrix and Kono. Guess I’ll address my tag team partner first. I don’t know John Cavanaugh, I suspect he and I aren’t likely to be friends; we’ll probably never team together after New Year’s Eve most likely, but for one night we’re allies. I know Cavanaugh cares about winning and that’s what I need so Cav, if or when you hear this, let’s keep it simple: you beat down Kono, I’ll toss Terminatrix around, and whichever of us gets a chance to finish one of them first takes it. Works for me if it works for you.”
Her smile fades as she continues.
“As for our opponents… I’m not sure what to make of the two of you. You’re some kinda gladiators from the future, fighting for the glory of your god? Sounds complicated and I’m sure there’s a ton more to it but, to be perfectly frank, I don’t give a shit. I don’t care where you’re from, I don’t care what your motives are. I don’t like you and you’re across the ring from me on the 31st, that’s all that matters to me.”
Isabel stands slowly, walking down the steps.
“If you think I’m on some kinda revenge mission for what Terminatrix and Commandrix did to Cassie Hunter, it ain’t like that. Cassie’s a big girl and if she decides to come back for you two, that’s up to her. Now she asks me to help her out I’ll do it, but I’m not out for blood on her behalf. Nope, my motives are real simple and pure as this snow.”
Isabel hold out a hand, letting a big, fat snowflake fall lazily into it before it melts away.
“I beat Deco at Crowning of a Champion II; 28 minutes of hard hitting action that could’ve gone either way but it went my way in the end. I didn’t beat Deco because I disliked her, because I didn’t respect her, because I had any beef with her at all. I beat her because she was my opponent and I couldn’t call myself the best if I didn’t win that match. This match? Same motive, show everyone watching that I’m better than Terminatrix, period.”
Isabel smiles a little again, shoving her hands a little deeper in her pockets.
“Now I’ll admit, not liking you is gonna make it a bit sweeter every time I suplex you on your head, if I knock you out with a Redtail Driver or choke you out with the Koji Clutch. But ultimately? You’re another rung on the ladder, another hurdle to be jumped. Not an easy one; I’m not discounting you at all. You’re a mean bitch and it looks like your boy Kono is too. But he’s beatable. You’re beatable. And that means me and John Cavanaugh can win this match, period.”
Isabel flips her hood back up, staring the camera down from underneath it.
“See you on New Year’s Eve, Termy. You might like the dark, but I promise you’ll end that night staring up at the lights.”
Isabel walks down past the camera, leaving it to watch the snow fall for a moment, Isabel’s voice ringing out as the shot fades out.
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!”
The shot opens on Isabel Rios, grinning at a cameraman as he and his assistant start to pack up. They’re in a gym, empty save for them; Isabel glistens with sweat, the grappler clad in a bright pink sports bra and matching tight workout shorts, both adorned with the High Voltage™ logo, a pair of white socks that reach her knees and sneakers completing the outfit, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.
“Never done more than a few cellphone snaps during a workout before. Gotta admit, it wasn’t as weird as I thought it’d be.”
Isabel and the cameraman share a little laugh as she picks up a bottle of water, taking a long drink from it.
“Well, glad it worked for you too then. Maybe next time we can do something outside, get you out in the natural light.”
Isabel shrugs and smiles again.
“Yeah? I’ve got the toque already, you guys gonna hook me up with a High Voltage parka so we can do something out in the snow?”
“I was thinking more about seeing if they want to get you on the shoot in the Dominican in February. We usually head down with some of the models, but I’m sure the bosses would love to get you involved if you’re up for it.”
Surprise is evident on her face but she’s quick to smile.
“I mean, gotta make sure I’m not missing any commitments with NPW or anywhere else but if you’re seriously offering a free trip to the Dominican and all I gotta do is spend a few days in bikinis getting my picture taken? Hell yes I’m interested!”
She extends a hand to the photographer, shaking his before offering a nod and a wave to the assistant before almost skipping to the locker room door, clearly elated at the prospect of a paid vacation as the shot fades out.
-----
Isabel is seated on concrete steps, wearing a black hoodie, hood up, leggings and sneakers, a light snow falling around her. She has a small smile on her face as she looks into the camera, hands tucked into her sweater pockets.
“So, me and John Cavanaugh versus Terminatrix and Kono. Guess I’ll address my tag team partner first. I don’t know John Cavanaugh, I suspect he and I aren’t likely to be friends; we’ll probably never team together after New Year’s Eve most likely, but for one night we’re allies. I know Cavanaugh cares about winning and that’s what I need so Cav, if or when you hear this, let’s keep it simple: you beat down Kono, I’ll toss Terminatrix around, and whichever of us gets a chance to finish one of them first takes it. Works for me if it works for you.”
Her smile fades as she continues.
“As for our opponents… I’m not sure what to make of the two of you. You’re some kinda gladiators from the future, fighting for the glory of your god? Sounds complicated and I’m sure there’s a ton more to it but, to be perfectly frank, I don’t give a shit. I don’t care where you’re from, I don’t care what your motives are. I don’t like you and you’re across the ring from me on the 31st, that’s all that matters to me.”
Isabel stands slowly, walking down the steps.
“If you think I’m on some kinda revenge mission for what Terminatrix and Commandrix did to Cassie Hunter, it ain’t like that. Cassie’s a big girl and if she decides to come back for you two, that’s up to her. Now she asks me to help her out I’ll do it, but I’m not out for blood on her behalf. Nope, my motives are real simple and pure as this snow.”
Isabel hold out a hand, letting a big, fat snowflake fall lazily into it before it melts away.
“I beat Deco at Crowning of a Champion II; 28 minutes of hard hitting action that could’ve gone either way but it went my way in the end. I didn’t beat Deco because I disliked her, because I didn’t respect her, because I had any beef with her at all. I beat her because she was my opponent and I couldn’t call myself the best if I didn’t win that match. This match? Same motive, show everyone watching that I’m better than Terminatrix, period.”
Isabel smiles a little again, shoving her hands a little deeper in her pockets.
“Now I’ll admit, not liking you is gonna make it a bit sweeter every time I suplex you on your head, if I knock you out with a Redtail Driver or choke you out with the Koji Clutch. But ultimately? You’re another rung on the ladder, another hurdle to be jumped. Not an easy one; I’m not discounting you at all. You’re a mean bitch and it looks like your boy Kono is too. But he’s beatable. You’re beatable. And that means me and John Cavanaugh can win this match, period.”
Isabel flips her hood back up, staring the camera down from underneath it.
“See you on New Year’s Eve, Termy. You might like the dark, but I promise you’ll end that night staring up at the lights.”
Isabel walks down past the camera, leaving it to watch the snow fall for a moment, Isabel’s voice ringing out as the shot fades out.
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!”
