Post by Isabel Rios on Jun 19, 2021 8:50:54 GMT -5
Isabel: “What did you feel when you watched what happened tonight, Sinclair?”
Isabel Rios sits in a locker room, alone, a FIRESIDE logo emblazoned on the wall behind her. The medical staff have finally finished looking her over and a fresh bandage is on her forehead, covering the handful of stitches she received after the end of her fourway match a couple hours earlier. She’s still in her ring gear, still covered in dried blood and sweat, the Amazons championship over her shoulder. If anyone in the world needs a shower in this moment, it’s Isabel Rios.
Isabel: “What did you feel when you watched me take Donzig off the top rope like I did tonight? Redtail Driver from the top to the floor, I gotta admit that was vicious even by my standards but, you know what? It felt right, I gotta tell you. But I don’t want to talk about my feelings right now Sinclair, I wanna talk about yours.”
Isabel leans forward in the steel folding chair. No smile, just steel in her eyes.
Isabel: “Trepidation? Concern for his well being? Concern for yours? Fear, knowing what I did to the man who trained you, who made you? Were you thinking ‘If she was able to do that to Donzig, what can she do to me?’”
A brief pause.
Isabel: “Or… relief? How can he call you a failure now if you don’t beat me, if you don’t win the Amazons championship at Shockwave? I didn’t pin him, no, but I left him laid out in a way you could only dream of: legally, within the rules of a match. No cheap shots, no sneak attacks, I just took your daddy and sent him back to the void and all on the up and up.”
Finally the tiniest bit of a grin.
Isabel: “Wait, is he still your daddy now? Did… did I just become your new daddy? Sinclair, am I your papi?”
A laugh, just a brief one, but one with no malice, just a quick burst of joy, mirth.
Isabel: “Don’t worry Sinclair, I won’t stick you in a gilded cage like you say your family did. I won’t give you luxury or bottles of red wine that probably cost more than a year’s mortgage payments for some of my friends. I won’t even make you clean your room. What I will give you is this.”
Isabel takes the belt off her shoulder, presenting it to the camera, holding it close enough to display it in glorious detail, completely filling the shot.
Isabel: “I am giving you a close up look at my Amazons championship because this is the closest you are going to get to it, to taking it off of me. You won’t pin me, you won’t submit me. I won’t let you pin or submit Commandrix. I will walk into Shockwave the champ, I will walk out of Shockwave the champ. I personally don’t care which of the two of you I beat to retain, and I don’t care if it’s with the Redtail Driver, the Koji Clutch, or just a random kick in the head or elbow or suplex or any other move or strike I’ve got. Because end of the day, I care more about this belt than I care about either of you.”
Isabel brings the belt back in, laying it back over her shoulder.
Isabel: “See you in a couple weeks, ginger. Behave yourself, or papi might have to give you a spanking, eh?”
Isabel smiles, sitting back in her chair. A moment later there’s a knock at the door, the camera panning over to show a PA sticking his head in.
PA: “Ms. Rios? Your food just got dropped off.”
Isabel: “Oh, awesome, I’m starving. Thanks.”
The PA brings it in, handing Isabel a brown paper bag from which she quickly retrieves a foil-wrapped cheeseburger, taking a big bite, letting out a moan of approval as she chews and swallows.
Isabel: “Oh, that hits the spot. Hey, buddy, you want an onion ring?”
Isabel holds the bag out to the PA as we cut to black.
Isabel Rios sits in a locker room, alone, a FIRESIDE logo emblazoned on the wall behind her. The medical staff have finally finished looking her over and a fresh bandage is on her forehead, covering the handful of stitches she received after the end of her fourway match a couple hours earlier. She’s still in her ring gear, still covered in dried blood and sweat, the Amazons championship over her shoulder. If anyone in the world needs a shower in this moment, it’s Isabel Rios.
Isabel: “What did you feel when you watched me take Donzig off the top rope like I did tonight? Redtail Driver from the top to the floor, I gotta admit that was vicious even by my standards but, you know what? It felt right, I gotta tell you. But I don’t want to talk about my feelings right now Sinclair, I wanna talk about yours.”
Isabel leans forward in the steel folding chair. No smile, just steel in her eyes.
Isabel: “Trepidation? Concern for his well being? Concern for yours? Fear, knowing what I did to the man who trained you, who made you? Were you thinking ‘If she was able to do that to Donzig, what can she do to me?’”
A brief pause.
Isabel: “Or… relief? How can he call you a failure now if you don’t beat me, if you don’t win the Amazons championship at Shockwave? I didn’t pin him, no, but I left him laid out in a way you could only dream of: legally, within the rules of a match. No cheap shots, no sneak attacks, I just took your daddy and sent him back to the void and all on the up and up.”
Finally the tiniest bit of a grin.
Isabel: “Wait, is he still your daddy now? Did… did I just become your new daddy? Sinclair, am I your papi?”
A laugh, just a brief one, but one with no malice, just a quick burst of joy, mirth.
Isabel: “Don’t worry Sinclair, I won’t stick you in a gilded cage like you say your family did. I won’t give you luxury or bottles of red wine that probably cost more than a year’s mortgage payments for some of my friends. I won’t even make you clean your room. What I will give you is this.”
Isabel takes the belt off her shoulder, presenting it to the camera, holding it close enough to display it in glorious detail, completely filling the shot.
Isabel: “I am giving you a close up look at my Amazons championship because this is the closest you are going to get to it, to taking it off of me. You won’t pin me, you won’t submit me. I won’t let you pin or submit Commandrix. I will walk into Shockwave the champ, I will walk out of Shockwave the champ. I personally don’t care which of the two of you I beat to retain, and I don’t care if it’s with the Redtail Driver, the Koji Clutch, or just a random kick in the head or elbow or suplex or any other move or strike I’ve got. Because end of the day, I care more about this belt than I care about either of you.”
Isabel brings the belt back in, laying it back over her shoulder.
Isabel: “See you in a couple weeks, ginger. Behave yourself, or papi might have to give you a spanking, eh?”
Isabel smiles, sitting back in her chair. A moment later there’s a knock at the door, the camera panning over to show a PA sticking his head in.
PA: “Ms. Rios? Your food just got dropped off.”
Isabel: “Oh, awesome, I’m starving. Thanks.”
The PA brings it in, handing Isabel a brown paper bag from which she quickly retrieves a foil-wrapped cheeseburger, taking a big bite, letting out a moan of approval as she chews and swallows.
Isabel: “Oh, that hits the spot. Hey, buddy, you want an onion ring?”
Isabel holds the bag out to the PA as we cut to black.
