Post by Isabel Rios on Apr 11, 2021 21:04:40 GMT -5
"Commandrix, I need you to listen and I need you to listen well because, frankly, I'm sick of having to talk to, talk about or even think of you and your crew."
Isabel Rios sits alone on a quiet stretch of lakeshore on a dark, drizzly night, wearing a hoodie, hood up, gym shorts and sneakers.
"I want to end you. I want to be done with you. I want to spend the rest of my career not even thinking about the Dark Stars, the Dark Novas or aliens in general. I want to be able to focus on my shot at the Amazons championship without this nagging, annoying gnat buzzing around after me. And on Tuesday night I get the chance to do what I truly, badly, desperately want to do."
Isabel stands up from the large stone she'd been sitting on, watching the waves roll in to shore for a moment.
"I have no desire to pump your tires, but I will say this for you: there's no doubt in my mind that you're ready for a scrap. I don't think you're afraid of me. Yeah, you're a coward who'd rather come up with excuses for jumping someone from behind than face them one on one, but when you actually have to fight? I believe you're ready to do it. I even believe that you believe you'll beat me, that you believe you're better than me. You won't because you're not, but I believe that you do actually have the courage of your convictions."
Isabel looks to the camera through the light rainfall, smiling just a little.
"And that makes me realize there's no point in talking at you anymore. And that's what this is; it's not talking to you because that implies a conversation, a debate, something like that. No, I'm talking at you because you might be listening but ultimately my words are falling on deaf ears. You're not going to acknowledge anything I say and you're not gonna change your ways, so talking at you has become pretty pointless. And that, Commandrix, is why we have ourselves a cage match."
The smile grows, and grows a bit wicked.
"Because this is the only way to get it through to you that you do not fuck with Isabel Rios. I know, I like to smile, I carry myself as a relatively happy person but I am not that bitch to steal on and I am not going to tolerate anyone coming after me from behind. You don't like that I talked shit about your god? Too bad. I won't treat you with respect because I have no respect for you, not from the first second I saw you and the rest of your crew. And you have no respect for me, but you will because I am going to beat it into you. I am going to batter you, I am going to bleed you. I am going to suplex you across that ring, I am going to spike you on your head and I am going to choke you the fuck out."
Isabel takes her hands from her pockets, pushing her hood back, letting the rain fall on her head, her face.
"And that cage, that's going to keep this one on one. Yeah, I'm bringing backup to this fight, but that's just to make sure your goof troop let's you handle your shit by yourself. Mack and The Barnburners? Oh, if your boys decide they're gonna try to get in that cage or keep me from getting out then you can bet your ass that my boys will hand them their fucking heads, but only if you and yours decide to start that shit. Either way, not my concern. They are there to make sure it's not my concern. My concern is you, and you alone."
Isabel smooths wet hair back, stepping towards the camera.
"Commandrix, you fucked around, now you're gonna find out. And after Tuesday night? If you ever put eyes on me again, if you ever say my name, if you ever so much as have a fucking nightmare about me and what I do to you in that cage? You will do it with some fucking respect in your soul. Let's have some fun, eh?"
With that, the shot cuts abruptly.
Isabel Rios sits alone on a quiet stretch of lakeshore on a dark, drizzly night, wearing a hoodie, hood up, gym shorts and sneakers.
"I want to end you. I want to be done with you. I want to spend the rest of my career not even thinking about the Dark Stars, the Dark Novas or aliens in general. I want to be able to focus on my shot at the Amazons championship without this nagging, annoying gnat buzzing around after me. And on Tuesday night I get the chance to do what I truly, badly, desperately want to do."
Isabel stands up from the large stone she'd been sitting on, watching the waves roll in to shore for a moment.
"I have no desire to pump your tires, but I will say this for you: there's no doubt in my mind that you're ready for a scrap. I don't think you're afraid of me. Yeah, you're a coward who'd rather come up with excuses for jumping someone from behind than face them one on one, but when you actually have to fight? I believe you're ready to do it. I even believe that you believe you'll beat me, that you believe you're better than me. You won't because you're not, but I believe that you do actually have the courage of your convictions."
Isabel looks to the camera through the light rainfall, smiling just a little.
"And that makes me realize there's no point in talking at you anymore. And that's what this is; it's not talking to you because that implies a conversation, a debate, something like that. No, I'm talking at you because you might be listening but ultimately my words are falling on deaf ears. You're not going to acknowledge anything I say and you're not gonna change your ways, so talking at you has become pretty pointless. And that, Commandrix, is why we have ourselves a cage match."
The smile grows, and grows a bit wicked.
"Because this is the only way to get it through to you that you do not fuck with Isabel Rios. I know, I like to smile, I carry myself as a relatively happy person but I am not that bitch to steal on and I am not going to tolerate anyone coming after me from behind. You don't like that I talked shit about your god? Too bad. I won't treat you with respect because I have no respect for you, not from the first second I saw you and the rest of your crew. And you have no respect for me, but you will because I am going to beat it into you. I am going to batter you, I am going to bleed you. I am going to suplex you across that ring, I am going to spike you on your head and I am going to choke you the fuck out."
Isabel takes her hands from her pockets, pushing her hood back, letting the rain fall on her head, her face.
"And that cage, that's going to keep this one on one. Yeah, I'm bringing backup to this fight, but that's just to make sure your goof troop let's you handle your shit by yourself. Mack and The Barnburners? Oh, if your boys decide they're gonna try to get in that cage or keep me from getting out then you can bet your ass that my boys will hand them their fucking heads, but only if you and yours decide to start that shit. Either way, not my concern. They are there to make sure it's not my concern. My concern is you, and you alone."
Isabel smooths wet hair back, stepping towards the camera.
"Commandrix, you fucked around, now you're gonna find out. And after Tuesday night? If you ever put eyes on me again, if you ever say my name, if you ever so much as have a fucking nightmare about me and what I do to you in that cage? You will do it with some fucking respect in your soul. Let's have some fun, eh?"
With that, the shot cuts abruptly.
