Caged Eulogy [Dresden RP #2 vs. Kelly]
May 27, 2021 9:35:25 GMT -5
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Post by Kris on May 27, 2021 9:35:25 GMT -5
There were hidden perks to being NLW's Heavyweight Champion, as it turned out.
It wasn't like Eli Dresden actively sought them out most of the time--her insistence on doing her own thing extended to her travel and hotel arrangements, not just telling the camera crews that she was fine with shooting her own promos. As a matter of fact, the only thing she had specifically requested since beating Leon Chant was having the belt altered so that it would stay in place when she wore it as intended.
"Thanks, fellas. Appreciate y'ins." ...well, until now anyway.
As the ring crew offered their responses to the champion's thanks, they filed out of the ringside area, leaving her alone with the third participant of Hostile Intent's main event looming over her. From the floor, the towering steel structure seemingly stretched up into the lights themselves, a monolith that could either be her best friend--or her worst enemy. And even if she felt kind of silly thinking about it as if it were possessed of its own spirit, she knew that if she wanted it to work in her favor, then she needed to get familiar with it.
"You can be all philosophical later, Eli--but right now, you got work to do. Get a move on." And with that muttered scolding?
She ascended the ring steps and stepped through the door, a hand grabbing the door to pull it closed behind her.
Making her way to the center of the ring, the blond took a deep breath as she rolled her shoulders, turning slowly as she took it all in. It was immediately clear that she had chosen wisely in pulling the needed strings to get this alone time with the cage instead of assuming she would be able to adapt on the fly. Masquerade's hard lesson would pay off, she hoped, even if the aftermath was bound to suck out loud.
...and putting it off wouldn't make it suck any less.
Nodding to herself as if heeding that inner voice's wisdom, that smirk that had become iconic to NLW's audience at home rose to her lips as she found herself settling into a space which reminded her of that church back home in a way, the one where she had stood firm in the face of the embodiment of a faith that had done all it could--and ultimately, all Hyperion could-- to hold her down. And even if Tommy Kelly was his own man with his own set of challenges to overcome, one common factor stood out between him and the god she brought low a couple months ago. Namely?
"Alright, you unforgivin' bitch. Let's get familiar." That there was no way that she was going to let Tommy beat her no matter the Hell he put her through... not when she'd survived worse. Shit, she'd put herself through worse in the name of glory.
How could he ever dream of being able to do worse?
It's admirable that you wanna avenge your friend, TryHard.
No, really--I mean that.
It's the honorable thing, though I can't help but wonder about the timin' of it all. You're reconnecting with him after whatever soured between y'ins seems awfully convenient, though, considering how it didn't happen until after I became champion and you become #1 contender. Kinda makes me wonder if this isn't ol' Hypey tryin' to get you to do what he knows he can't in order to protect his delusions of godhood. His motives don't really mean fuck all in the long run, though, do they?
Not since you're gonna lose at Hostile Intent.
You've had your time in the spotlight, your runs with different titles. You've built your place in XHF history, for better or worse. Me? I'm only getting started on making my own mark. I'm the future of NLW and XHF and if you think for a single solitary millisecond that I'm gonna let you make your grand comeback at my expense, then you're sorely fucking mistaken. Your glory days are dead and gone, Tommy... and I'm gonna make damn sure they stay that way. That steel cage is gonna be a mausoleum for those hopes and dreams.
Rest in pieces.
"...uh, Eli?" The sound of BB Gunn's voice pierced the muddled mess her mind had become. As she slowly blinked back into focus, the champion found herself looking up at the concerned face of the man who had gambled on a longshot by signing her... only to win, and win big at that. "Are you okay?"
"M'fine." Except for the whole losing track of time while throwing herself around a steel cage like a masochistic bouncy ball, but there wasn't any need to mention that--not when he had enough on his plate already. A slow blink as she tilted her head to the side from where she was sprawled out on the canvas. "Lemme guess--you wanted pointers for your match against ol' BlowJoe?"
"I appreciate the thought, but I don't think I could keep up with your style. Besides, you look beat." BB offered a hand to help her to her feet, an offer she accepted. One upward pull later and she was back on her feet, giving the GM a better chance to give his top champion a quick once-over "You gonna be good for Saturday?"
"Yeah, 'course." Waving off his concern, the blond let out a low groan, a hand rubbing absently at the small of her back. Hopefully, the bruising wouldn't get too bad while he could see. "Thanks again for tellin' the crew to put this up for me. I appreciate it."
"I'm just glad you asked for something reasonable. I thought you were gonna ask for something ridiculous like a sex toy budget--" Cutting himself off, Gunn pinched the bridge of his nose as he realized what he just said... and more importantly? To whom. "And I just... gave you the idea, didn't I?"
"Yeah... yeah, you did." Dresden smirked.
It wasn't like Eli Dresden actively sought them out most of the time--her insistence on doing her own thing extended to her travel and hotel arrangements, not just telling the camera crews that she was fine with shooting her own promos. As a matter of fact, the only thing she had specifically requested since beating Leon Chant was having the belt altered so that it would stay in place when she wore it as intended.
"Thanks, fellas. Appreciate y'ins." ...well, until now anyway.
As the ring crew offered their responses to the champion's thanks, they filed out of the ringside area, leaving her alone with the third participant of Hostile Intent's main event looming over her. From the floor, the towering steel structure seemingly stretched up into the lights themselves, a monolith that could either be her best friend--or her worst enemy. And even if she felt kind of silly thinking about it as if it were possessed of its own spirit, she knew that if she wanted it to work in her favor, then she needed to get familiar with it.
"You can be all philosophical later, Eli--but right now, you got work to do. Get a move on." And with that muttered scolding?
She ascended the ring steps and stepped through the door, a hand grabbing the door to pull it closed behind her.
Making her way to the center of the ring, the blond took a deep breath as she rolled her shoulders, turning slowly as she took it all in. It was immediately clear that she had chosen wisely in pulling the needed strings to get this alone time with the cage instead of assuming she would be able to adapt on the fly. Masquerade's hard lesson would pay off, she hoped, even if the aftermath was bound to suck out loud.
...and putting it off wouldn't make it suck any less.
Nodding to herself as if heeding that inner voice's wisdom, that smirk that had become iconic to NLW's audience at home rose to her lips as she found herself settling into a space which reminded her of that church back home in a way, the one where she had stood firm in the face of the embodiment of a faith that had done all it could--and ultimately, all Hyperion could-- to hold her down. And even if Tommy Kelly was his own man with his own set of challenges to overcome, one common factor stood out between him and the god she brought low a couple months ago. Namely?
"Alright, you unforgivin' bitch. Let's get familiar." That there was no way that she was going to let Tommy beat her no matter the Hell he put her through... not when she'd survived worse. Shit, she'd put herself through worse in the name of glory.
How could he ever dream of being able to do worse?
It's admirable that you wanna avenge your friend, TryHard.
No, really--I mean that.
It's the honorable thing, though I can't help but wonder about the timin' of it all. You're reconnecting with him after whatever soured between y'ins seems awfully convenient, though, considering how it didn't happen until after I became champion and you become #1 contender. Kinda makes me wonder if this isn't ol' Hypey tryin' to get you to do what he knows he can't in order to protect his delusions of godhood. His motives don't really mean fuck all in the long run, though, do they?
Not since you're gonna lose at Hostile Intent.
You've had your time in the spotlight, your runs with different titles. You've built your place in XHF history, for better or worse. Me? I'm only getting started on making my own mark. I'm the future of NLW and XHF and if you think for a single solitary millisecond that I'm gonna let you make your grand comeback at my expense, then you're sorely fucking mistaken. Your glory days are dead and gone, Tommy... and I'm gonna make damn sure they stay that way. That steel cage is gonna be a mausoleum for those hopes and dreams.
Rest in pieces.
"...uh, Eli?" The sound of BB Gunn's voice pierced the muddled mess her mind had become. As she slowly blinked back into focus, the champion found herself looking up at the concerned face of the man who had gambled on a longshot by signing her... only to win, and win big at that. "Are you okay?"
"M'fine." Except for the whole losing track of time while throwing herself around a steel cage like a masochistic bouncy ball, but there wasn't any need to mention that--not when he had enough on his plate already. A slow blink as she tilted her head to the side from where she was sprawled out on the canvas. "Lemme guess--you wanted pointers for your match against ol' BlowJoe?"
"I appreciate the thought, but I don't think I could keep up with your style. Besides, you look beat." BB offered a hand to help her to her feet, an offer she accepted. One upward pull later and she was back on her feet, giving the GM a better chance to give his top champion a quick once-over "You gonna be good for Saturday?"
"Yeah, 'course." Waving off his concern, the blond let out a low groan, a hand rubbing absently at the small of her back. Hopefully, the bruising wouldn't get too bad while he could see. "Thanks again for tellin' the crew to put this up for me. I appreciate it."
"I'm just glad you asked for something reasonable. I thought you were gonna ask for something ridiculous like a sex toy budget--" Cutting himself off, Gunn pinched the bridge of his nose as he realized what he just said... and more importantly? To whom. "And I just... gave you the idea, didn't I?"
"Yeah... yeah, you did." Dresden smirked.
