Post by Isabel Rios on May 28, 2021 11:41:39 GMT -5
Isabel Rios sits at the lakeshore, dressed in a hoodie, shorts and sneakers, pausing from a run on a drizzly day. Her hands are tucked in her pockets, no smiles today. She pulls a hand out, flashing three fingers to the camera.
“Sinclair Godfrey. I gotta admit… you threw me off a little with your newest move on calling me out. I’m used to people pumping their own tires til they’re ready to burst, how great they are and how much better they are than me, blah blah blah. But, you pretty much acknowledged to the world that you’re a piece of shit. I mean, the honesty is refreshing because you are, y’know, a piece of shit rookie who has no business calling out anyone. You have guts, I’ll give you credit for that, but maybe win a fucking match if you want to matter, get what I mean?”
She shrugs.
“But hey, free lesson from the champ. You say ‘no win situation’ for Commandrix when you two face off, for me whenever you and I go toe to toe. But there’s always something of value that a good competitor can take away from any match. For you in your first ever match, it should be experience. You’re gonna learn a lot about yourself, how tough you really are, how good you can be in the ring, how much punishment you’re willing to absorb. Very important things to know about yourself. And when we inevitably face off, the upside for me, what I can get from facing you? Sure, it won’t build my resume they way beating some of the established stars of XHF has, but the pure tactile pleasure of smacking your jaw halfway off your face, spiking you on your head and pinning you for three? That right there makes it all worthwhile sometimes.”
Isabel drops a finger, leaving the middle and index up.
“Commandrix… you and I are gonna go at it again soon enough. I don’t like you, but I’m gonna make a request, one professional to another. Leave enough of Ms. Godfrey that she’ll be able to get herself back in one piece before someone gives her a match with me? I’d appreciate it. And lastly, EVK.”
Isabel drops her index finger, leaving just the middle extended to the camera.
“I don’t know what your deal is and I do not give a shit. I guess I should be glad you didn’t just bring a gun to the ring and blow my brains out, right? I mean, you stabbed Joe in the heart over… I don’t even know what over. Clearly something you cared about more than the Amazons championship, if you didn’t go that far with me. Still not impressed. You lasted thirty minutes with me and while, yeah, I didn’t get the pin on you, you couldn’t get the belt off me either. I’m sure I’ll end up facing off with you again because of that, so I’m just telling you this right now: next time I won’t be the only one bleeding.”
Isabel stands, adjusting her hood as she does.
“I’ve got cardio to do, takes a lot of work to stay champ. See you all soon.”
And with that, we cut to black.
“Sinclair Godfrey. I gotta admit… you threw me off a little with your newest move on calling me out. I’m used to people pumping their own tires til they’re ready to burst, how great they are and how much better they are than me, blah blah blah. But, you pretty much acknowledged to the world that you’re a piece of shit. I mean, the honesty is refreshing because you are, y’know, a piece of shit rookie who has no business calling out anyone. You have guts, I’ll give you credit for that, but maybe win a fucking match if you want to matter, get what I mean?”
She shrugs.
“But hey, free lesson from the champ. You say ‘no win situation’ for Commandrix when you two face off, for me whenever you and I go toe to toe. But there’s always something of value that a good competitor can take away from any match. For you in your first ever match, it should be experience. You’re gonna learn a lot about yourself, how tough you really are, how good you can be in the ring, how much punishment you’re willing to absorb. Very important things to know about yourself. And when we inevitably face off, the upside for me, what I can get from facing you? Sure, it won’t build my resume they way beating some of the established stars of XHF has, but the pure tactile pleasure of smacking your jaw halfway off your face, spiking you on your head and pinning you for three? That right there makes it all worthwhile sometimes.”
Isabel drops a finger, leaving the middle and index up.
“Commandrix… you and I are gonna go at it again soon enough. I don’t like you, but I’m gonna make a request, one professional to another. Leave enough of Ms. Godfrey that she’ll be able to get herself back in one piece before someone gives her a match with me? I’d appreciate it. And lastly, EVK.”
Isabel drops her index finger, leaving just the middle extended to the camera.
“I don’t know what your deal is and I do not give a shit. I guess I should be glad you didn’t just bring a gun to the ring and blow my brains out, right? I mean, you stabbed Joe in the heart over… I don’t even know what over. Clearly something you cared about more than the Amazons championship, if you didn’t go that far with me. Still not impressed. You lasted thirty minutes with me and while, yeah, I didn’t get the pin on you, you couldn’t get the belt off me either. I’m sure I’ll end up facing off with you again because of that, so I’m just telling you this right now: next time I won’t be the only one bleeding.”
Isabel stands, adjusting her hood as she does.
“I’ve got cardio to do, takes a lot of work to stay champ. See you all soon.”
And with that, we cut to black.
