Hum a Tune (Rios Shockwave RP #1)
Jun 10, 2021 20:24:02 GMT -5
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Post by Isabel Rios on Jun 10, 2021 20:24:02 GMT -5
“So… it’s gonna be a triple threat now. C’est la vie.”
Isabel Rios sits on the steps of the front porch of her nice, modest rural home in workout shorts, tank top and sneakers on a grey, drizzly evening, the Amazons championship draped over her shoulder.
“What, did anyone expect me to lose my mind over this? Yeah, it’s an adjustment in the game plan but I’ve got time to prepare for it. And yes, we all know the standard complaints about a champ defending the belt in a triple threat match. I don’t have to be involved in the decision to lose my belt, that’s never ideal. Gotta watch my back but hey, both my opponents seem pretty willing to have people fight their battles for them so I’d have to watch my back even if I was going one on one with either of them.”
Isabel shrugs her shoulders.
“No one ever said being the champ is easy. Well, some idiot probably did, but idiots gonna be idiots. Anyway, there’s one part of the standard triple threat talking points that always bugged me, and that’s the whole ‘33% chance of winning’ thing. See, that’s grossly inaccurate because it’s based on the idea that the three competitors have equal chances of winning. It implies that the three competitors are on the same level, that any two of them facing off one on one, it’d be dead even match, no favourite and no underdog.”
Isabel raises an eyebrow slightly as she looks into the camera.
“Are we really gonna say that’s the case here?”
Isabel shakes her head before tapping her championship with a fingertip.
“Exactly. So yes, while I’d rather face either Commandrix or Sinclair one on one, I’m not gonna cry about this. I have a job to do, and you can bet your ass I’m gonna roll into Shockwave ready to get it done. Now, to address the challengers…”
Isabel sighs and shrugs.
“Commandrix, I hope you realize you actually did yourself a favour by losing to the rookie. One on one, you and me, we know how that ends, we’ve seen that story. But now? Hey, you can pin ginger and take my belt without ever having to actually put me down, I’d call that an upgrade from your end of things. On the other hand… you’ve got me backed into a corner. You want to know what’s worse than me in that steel cage a few weeks back? Me when someone puts me behind the eight ball with my belt on the line. I know you’re always up for a fight, but at Shockwave? Be ready for something worse. Something much, much worse.”
Isabel smiles a little for the camera.
“And Sincl - nope, you know what? Not even gonna address you. I’m gonna talk to Donzig. You think I’m impressed that you jumped two of my friends with a chair? Maybe if I was fighting you at Shockwave but all you managed to do was… I dunno, give a couple of dudes some bruises and stitches? Not something that exactly makes me concerned with what your mouthpiece-slash-sidepiece. Wait, I gotta ask, are you like her daddy or her Daddy, y’know? Because the one would be weird and the other just...eww.”
Isabel shudders at the mental image.
“Anyway, your girl Friday there, she says she speaks for the void? Only void I’m aware of seems to be between her ears, because she sure as shit doesn’t seem to have a brain in there. But hey, maybe when she finally gets to find out what it’s like to square up to the Amazons champ she might learn something, eh? But probably not. Oh well.”
Isabel shrugs again before singing softly, to the tune of "Mother" by Danzig.
“Donzig,
Tell your daughter not to look my way,
Tell your daughter not to meet my eye,
‘Cause I mean,
What I say,
Donzig.
Donzig,
Can you keep her in one piece for life?
Can you hide her from the pain she’s earned?
Oh Donzig…
Donzig,
Gonna take your daughter out that night,
Gonna show her my world,
Oh Donzig!
I’m about to bring the fight,
And Sinclair’s gonna find hell with me,
Gonna shut her mouth alright,
Gonna leave her bleeding!
I’m about to win this fight,
And my belt is coming home with me,
Gonna break your girl, that’s right,
Gonna leave her weeping!”
Isabel smiles and shrugs.
“Sinclair, Commandrix, you two bring your best and I’ll bring mine. You two bring anyone else to this fight? Then I’m gonna have no compunction about stepping outside the lines of decency and getting my hands dirty. Or bloody. I have big plans in XHF, big plans for this Amazons championship and I’m not gonna let either of you derail them.”
Isabel stands, patting her championship once again.
“Alright, I got more work to do. These belts don’t defend themselves, y’know.”
Isabel gives the camera a little nod before turning and heading back into her house as the shot fades out.
Isabel Rios sits on the steps of the front porch of her nice, modest rural home in workout shorts, tank top and sneakers on a grey, drizzly evening, the Amazons championship draped over her shoulder.
“What, did anyone expect me to lose my mind over this? Yeah, it’s an adjustment in the game plan but I’ve got time to prepare for it. And yes, we all know the standard complaints about a champ defending the belt in a triple threat match. I don’t have to be involved in the decision to lose my belt, that’s never ideal. Gotta watch my back but hey, both my opponents seem pretty willing to have people fight their battles for them so I’d have to watch my back even if I was going one on one with either of them.”
Isabel shrugs her shoulders.
“No one ever said being the champ is easy. Well, some idiot probably did, but idiots gonna be idiots. Anyway, there’s one part of the standard triple threat talking points that always bugged me, and that’s the whole ‘33% chance of winning’ thing. See, that’s grossly inaccurate because it’s based on the idea that the three competitors have equal chances of winning. It implies that the three competitors are on the same level, that any two of them facing off one on one, it’d be dead even match, no favourite and no underdog.”
Isabel raises an eyebrow slightly as she looks into the camera.
“Are we really gonna say that’s the case here?”
Isabel shakes her head before tapping her championship with a fingertip.
“Exactly. So yes, while I’d rather face either Commandrix or Sinclair one on one, I’m not gonna cry about this. I have a job to do, and you can bet your ass I’m gonna roll into Shockwave ready to get it done. Now, to address the challengers…”
Isabel sighs and shrugs.
“Commandrix, I hope you realize you actually did yourself a favour by losing to the rookie. One on one, you and me, we know how that ends, we’ve seen that story. But now? Hey, you can pin ginger and take my belt without ever having to actually put me down, I’d call that an upgrade from your end of things. On the other hand… you’ve got me backed into a corner. You want to know what’s worse than me in that steel cage a few weeks back? Me when someone puts me behind the eight ball with my belt on the line. I know you’re always up for a fight, but at Shockwave? Be ready for something worse. Something much, much worse.”
Isabel smiles a little for the camera.
“And Sincl - nope, you know what? Not even gonna address you. I’m gonna talk to Donzig. You think I’m impressed that you jumped two of my friends with a chair? Maybe if I was fighting you at Shockwave but all you managed to do was… I dunno, give a couple of dudes some bruises and stitches? Not something that exactly makes me concerned with what your mouthpiece-slash-sidepiece. Wait, I gotta ask, are you like her daddy or her Daddy, y’know? Because the one would be weird and the other just...eww.”
Isabel shudders at the mental image.
“Anyway, your girl Friday there, she says she speaks for the void? Only void I’m aware of seems to be between her ears, because she sure as shit doesn’t seem to have a brain in there. But hey, maybe when she finally gets to find out what it’s like to square up to the Amazons champ she might learn something, eh? But probably not. Oh well.”
Isabel shrugs again before singing softly, to the tune of "Mother" by Danzig.
“Donzig,
Tell your daughter not to look my way,
Tell your daughter not to meet my eye,
‘Cause I mean,
What I say,
Donzig.
Donzig,
Can you keep her in one piece for life?
Can you hide her from the pain she’s earned?
Oh Donzig…
Donzig,
Gonna take your daughter out that night,
Gonna show her my world,
Oh Donzig!
I’m about to bring the fight,
And Sinclair’s gonna find hell with me,
Gonna shut her mouth alright,
Gonna leave her bleeding!
I’m about to win this fight,
And my belt is coming home with me,
Gonna break your girl, that’s right,
Gonna leave her weeping!”
Isabel smiles and shrugs.
“Sinclair, Commandrix, you two bring your best and I’ll bring mine. You two bring anyone else to this fight? Then I’m gonna have no compunction about stepping outside the lines of decency and getting my hands dirty. Or bloody. I have big plans in XHF, big plans for this Amazons championship and I’m not gonna let either of you derail them.”
Isabel stands, patting her championship once again.
“Alright, I got more work to do. These belts don’t defend themselves, y’know.”
Isabel gives the camera a little nod before turning and heading back into her house as the shot fades out.
