Post by vastrix on Jul 26, 2021 14:29:43 GMT -5
We open to a limousine where Esmeralda von Krauss sits by herself in the back. Where she is off to is anyone’s guess. She’s in a Tony Schilaro gown that was tailor made for her before his untimely death. It’s a purple gown with a pearlescent red to it when she walks. A number of diamonds and gemstones are a part of this dazzling gown that would retail for millions on the marketplace due to the expense in making it and for the fact that the designer is dead and can make no more of the same. Esmeralda is smoking an Egyptian cigarette in her foot long cigarette holder that is black with blue sparkles that make it look like a star field in the night sky. She takes a drag from the cigarette, blows the smoke into the air, and flicks the ashes onto the floor. She will have to pay for the damages, but who cares?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh Olympia. It’s endearing that you think that you can defeat me. We aren’t in the same league, you and I. You come from a place of…sporting events. You have these Olympic gold medals to show the world just how good you are. The world would be horrified if I were in such an event, dahling. I wouldn’t be the one to use the Schwächling Kampfkünste that you use. I would use my own combat skills. You would use your…combat skills…to earn points. I would have killed my opponents in under ten seconds. My husband tells me that I’m no longer allowed to do such things, but what is Gus Arnold going to say if you die in the middle of the ring? I mean really?
Esmeralda laughs a little, taking another drag from her cigarette. She hits a button and a window in between compartments in the limo opens to reveal a bartender and a wet bar. Esmeralda licks her lips sensually, causing the man to blush and cough rather suddenly.
Bartender: What…what can I get for you, miss Von Krauss?
Esmeralda seems to contemplate for a time, smoking at her cigarette until she comes up with an answer.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I’ll take a vodka martini, scandalously dirty.
Bartender: Coming right up.
Esmeralda von Krauss: What would Gus Arnold say? Olympia, you’re contracted with SWAT and not NPW. Sure, Xiaolong would probably take off of work to grieve and bury you, but is that really a loss? Someone who couldn’t even manage to defeat the little slime known as Greg Adkins to win the Phoenix title? Olympia, dahling, we should really find you a harder man in your life. That is, should you survive the contest with me. Gus Arnold would praise me for dealing with you, Olympia. He would praise me for driving off Xiaolong as he goes into the incinerator to be with you, dahling. Yes, I think that he’s that insane.
Oh I know you think of yourself as a hard woman. In fact, I don’t doubt that you would go out of your way to stop a robbery and break the would-be robber in half just to prove the point that you can fight. It really is beside the point and if this is something that you decide to do, fine. Get it out of your system and prove to yourself that you can keep up with me. The truth is, I'm not saying that you are an incapable fighter. I am saying that when you compare your skills to mine that you are a mere babe that is getting ready to learn martial arts and I am an elder grandmaster. That is the gulf that exists between us. You are a beggar on the street while I am a royal assassin. Shall I go on, dahling?
The bartender hands the dirty vodka martini to Esmeralda. She sips at the drink and smiles.
Esmeralda von Krauss: This is a fine martini, sir. I will be sure to have my husband leave a glorious tip when he pays the bill for this wonderful ride.
Rather than invite further conversation, Esmeralda hits the button to close the window between the sections. She flicks her cigarette butt out of the window and sips at her martini with a satisfied smile.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I feel I should correct you, Olympia. These cigarettes that my husband and I smoke cost over four hundred dollars a carton. The clothing I wear is about as far from being “off the rack” as you can get. My dresses are made by…a dying breed. Not that I feel the need to defend myself against the likes of a gully dwarf like yourself.
When we step into the ring, you will know my strength, my power, and why it is that I am the Queen of Justice. My most elite Judge can only match me and he defeated you at Overheated. It will be no different when you step into the ring with me.
Despite the fact that they have often been at odds, especially over Steve Awesome, Esmeralda beams with the smile of a proud mother when she mentions D.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Time is ticking away, Olympia. Hold close to Xiaolong, for your final days in the Schwächling Kampfliga are coming to an end.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh Olympia. It’s endearing that you think that you can defeat me. We aren’t in the same league, you and I. You come from a place of…sporting events. You have these Olympic gold medals to show the world just how good you are. The world would be horrified if I were in such an event, dahling. I wouldn’t be the one to use the Schwächling Kampfkünste that you use. I would use my own combat skills. You would use your…combat skills…to earn points. I would have killed my opponents in under ten seconds. My husband tells me that I’m no longer allowed to do such things, but what is Gus Arnold going to say if you die in the middle of the ring? I mean really?
Esmeralda laughs a little, taking another drag from her cigarette. She hits a button and a window in between compartments in the limo opens to reveal a bartender and a wet bar. Esmeralda licks her lips sensually, causing the man to blush and cough rather suddenly.
Bartender: What…what can I get for you, miss Von Krauss?
Esmeralda seems to contemplate for a time, smoking at her cigarette until she comes up with an answer.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I’ll take a vodka martini, scandalously dirty.
Bartender: Coming right up.
Esmeralda von Krauss: What would Gus Arnold say? Olympia, you’re contracted with SWAT and not NPW. Sure, Xiaolong would probably take off of work to grieve and bury you, but is that really a loss? Someone who couldn’t even manage to defeat the little slime known as Greg Adkins to win the Phoenix title? Olympia, dahling, we should really find you a harder man in your life. That is, should you survive the contest with me. Gus Arnold would praise me for dealing with you, Olympia. He would praise me for driving off Xiaolong as he goes into the incinerator to be with you, dahling. Yes, I think that he’s that insane.
Oh I know you think of yourself as a hard woman. In fact, I don’t doubt that you would go out of your way to stop a robbery and break the would-be robber in half just to prove the point that you can fight. It really is beside the point and if this is something that you decide to do, fine. Get it out of your system and prove to yourself that you can keep up with me. The truth is, I'm not saying that you are an incapable fighter. I am saying that when you compare your skills to mine that you are a mere babe that is getting ready to learn martial arts and I am an elder grandmaster. That is the gulf that exists between us. You are a beggar on the street while I am a royal assassin. Shall I go on, dahling?
The bartender hands the dirty vodka martini to Esmeralda. She sips at the drink and smiles.
Esmeralda von Krauss: This is a fine martini, sir. I will be sure to have my husband leave a glorious tip when he pays the bill for this wonderful ride.
Rather than invite further conversation, Esmeralda hits the button to close the window between the sections. She flicks her cigarette butt out of the window and sips at her martini with a satisfied smile.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I feel I should correct you, Olympia. These cigarettes that my husband and I smoke cost over four hundred dollars a carton. The clothing I wear is about as far from being “off the rack” as you can get. My dresses are made by…a dying breed. Not that I feel the need to defend myself against the likes of a gully dwarf like yourself.
When we step into the ring, you will know my strength, my power, and why it is that I am the Queen of Justice. My most elite Judge can only match me and he defeated you at Overheated. It will be no different when you step into the ring with me.
Despite the fact that they have often been at odds, especially over Steve Awesome, Esmeralda beams with the smile of a proud mother when she mentions D.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Time is ticking away, Olympia. Hold close to Xiaolong, for your final days in the Schwächling Kampfliga are coming to an end.
