Post by vastrix on May 15, 2021 19:21:30 GMT -5
The neighborhood of Bankhead in Atlanta, Georgia. Esmeralda von Krauss stands outside of an old ten-story apartment building. There are several dumpsters outside of the building where workers are emptying the furniture from all of the apartments in the building.
Esmeralda looks out of place in this relatively poor neighborhood in her red gown designed by Abdul Faisaly. You wouldn’t think of it as an expensive gown from a distance, but up close you can see the nearly eight hundred diamonds and Swarovski crystals adorning the dress with a sixty-carat diamond right at her cleavage. She is smoking an Egyptian cigarette in a foot-long platinum holder.
There is security on-site to watch the dumpsters as some of the other low-income families around have been watching the dumpsters for “free furniture”. A few people have gotten near Esmeralda herself, but a quick glare from her has sent people packing.
The head of security, Gerald Kingston, for the site walks up to stand by Esmeralda.
Gerald Kingston: The crew isn’t going to be finished by tonight. You want us to bring in a security team for tonight or do you want to let the poor folks pick at the spoils?
Esmeralda puffs at her expensive cigarette and gives Gerald a snide look.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Ich werde keines dieser Dinge tun. Call the fire department, dahling. We are going to set the junk ablaze.
Gerald’s eyes go wide in shock, but then he relaxes into amusement.
Gerald Kingston: Fuck the poor people, eh? So, we’re going to have literal dumpster fires here.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Indeed.
Gerald Kingston: Shouldn’t you be preparing for a title match against Isabel Rios up in Halifax?
Esmeralda von Krauss: I have been preparing for one fight or another my entire life. I will just go into this battle with my full force.
Gerald Kingston: Your full force is something else. What if she dies in the ring?
Esmeralda chuckles as she flicks her cigarette butt onto the ground.
Esmeralda von Krauss: If she dies, she dies. I am not to be held responsible if her frail body cannot hold out to the style of punishment that I deal out.
Geralda Kingston: You know that she thinks of you as some kind of crazed supervillain?
Esmeralda frowns, putting another Egyptian cigarette into the foot-long holder and lighting it. She blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
Esmeralda von Krauss: What is this...supervillain that she speaks of?
Gerald Kingston: You have heard of a villain, yes?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Yes.
Gerald Kingston: A supervillain is the same, but does things more over the top. For example, a villain would post night security to make sure that the poor people did not get to have “free furniture”. A supervillain sets it all on fire to not have to pay night security and makes damn sure that the poor people cannot prosper.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then, I am for certain a supervillain. Does this make Isabel Rios a superheroine of some sort?
Gerald Kingston: I would presume that it does.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then she will be a crushed superheroine. All her little playing with models and making her little friends jealous will not prepare her for what I bring to the table.
Just then a man comes running out of the apartment building. He's one of the crews that is evacuating all of the belongings left behind by renters who left suddenly. He makes his way to Gerald and Esmeralda.
Man: We made a mistake! There's an elderly couple in seven oh six that has not left yet. They say they don't care how nice the new apartment is that they will not leave! 0What do we do?
Gerald Kingston: What do you want us to do?
Esmeralda von Krauss: The police in this area have already been mollified, dahling. Do what it takes. If they will not leave by threat, then they coin join their worldly goods in the flames.
Gerald Kingston: That's what I thought you would say. I'm on it. You, come with me. We will end this quickly enough.
The man seems rooted in his spot as Gerald pats his sidearm. There's no question what's to happen next. Gerald starts walking toward the apartment building and looks back to the man, who finds himself and begins to follow.
Esmeralda von Krauss: This is what I talk about, Isabel Rios. We intend to use this building for a far greater purpose than any of the arme Schnecken here could ever imagine. I need that championship belt to bring me into the public eye in such a grand way that is more than whatever pitiful ambitions you could have.
Once I am Amazon champion, Steve Awesome will come to know me. I will come to woo him and the Von Krauss line will have an heir to the noble throne. Yes, I know that Steve is not a Von Krauss, but I will simply declare my husband to be the "real father" once I have taken in Steve's seed.
The first step on this quest? Defeat you, Isabel Rios. You won't know what's to come.
Gunshots ring out in the not too far a distance. Yeah, you know it. The almost empty apartment building. Esmeralda flicks ashes onto the ground with a cruel grin.
Esmeralda von Krauss: The fires will burn extra hot tonight.
Esmeralda looks out of place in this relatively poor neighborhood in her red gown designed by Abdul Faisaly. You wouldn’t think of it as an expensive gown from a distance, but up close you can see the nearly eight hundred diamonds and Swarovski crystals adorning the dress with a sixty-carat diamond right at her cleavage. She is smoking an Egyptian cigarette in a foot-long platinum holder.
There is security on-site to watch the dumpsters as some of the other low-income families around have been watching the dumpsters for “free furniture”. A few people have gotten near Esmeralda herself, but a quick glare from her has sent people packing.
The head of security, Gerald Kingston, for the site walks up to stand by Esmeralda.
Gerald Kingston: The crew isn’t going to be finished by tonight. You want us to bring in a security team for tonight or do you want to let the poor folks pick at the spoils?
Esmeralda puffs at her expensive cigarette and gives Gerald a snide look.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Ich werde keines dieser Dinge tun. Call the fire department, dahling. We are going to set the junk ablaze.
Gerald’s eyes go wide in shock, but then he relaxes into amusement.
Gerald Kingston: Fuck the poor people, eh? So, we’re going to have literal dumpster fires here.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Indeed.
Gerald Kingston: Shouldn’t you be preparing for a title match against Isabel Rios up in Halifax?
Esmeralda von Krauss: I have been preparing for one fight or another my entire life. I will just go into this battle with my full force.
Gerald Kingston: Your full force is something else. What if she dies in the ring?
Esmeralda chuckles as she flicks her cigarette butt onto the ground.
Esmeralda von Krauss: If she dies, she dies. I am not to be held responsible if her frail body cannot hold out to the style of punishment that I deal out.
Geralda Kingston: You know that she thinks of you as some kind of crazed supervillain?
Esmeralda frowns, putting another Egyptian cigarette into the foot-long holder and lighting it. She blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
Esmeralda von Krauss: What is this...supervillain that she speaks of?
Gerald Kingston: You have heard of a villain, yes?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Yes.
Gerald Kingston: A supervillain is the same, but does things more over the top. For example, a villain would post night security to make sure that the poor people did not get to have “free furniture”. A supervillain sets it all on fire to not have to pay night security and makes damn sure that the poor people cannot prosper.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then, I am for certain a supervillain. Does this make Isabel Rios a superheroine of some sort?
Gerald Kingston: I would presume that it does.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then she will be a crushed superheroine. All her little playing with models and making her little friends jealous will not prepare her for what I bring to the table.
Just then a man comes running out of the apartment building. He's one of the crews that is evacuating all of the belongings left behind by renters who left suddenly. He makes his way to Gerald and Esmeralda.
Man: We made a mistake! There's an elderly couple in seven oh six that has not left yet. They say they don't care how nice the new apartment is that they will not leave! 0What do we do?
Gerald Kingston: What do you want us to do?
Esmeralda von Krauss: The police in this area have already been mollified, dahling. Do what it takes. If they will not leave by threat, then they coin join their worldly goods in the flames.
Gerald Kingston: That's what I thought you would say. I'm on it. You, come with me. We will end this quickly enough.
The man seems rooted in his spot as Gerald pats his sidearm. There's no question what's to happen next. Gerald starts walking toward the apartment building and looks back to the man, who finds himself and begins to follow.
Esmeralda von Krauss: This is what I talk about, Isabel Rios. We intend to use this building for a far greater purpose than any of the arme Schnecken here could ever imagine. I need that championship belt to bring me into the public eye in such a grand way that is more than whatever pitiful ambitions you could have.
Once I am Amazon champion, Steve Awesome will come to know me. I will come to woo him and the Von Krauss line will have an heir to the noble throne. Yes, I know that Steve is not a Von Krauss, but I will simply declare my husband to be the "real father" once I have taken in Steve's seed.
The first step on this quest? Defeat you, Isabel Rios. You won't know what's to come.
Gunshots ring out in the not too far a distance. Yeah, you know it. The almost empty apartment building. Esmeralda flicks ashes onto the ground with a cruel grin.
Esmeralda von Krauss: The fires will burn extra hot tonight.
