Post by Lizzy Dalmon on Feb 8, 2018 16:37:03 GMT -5
Landon Dalmon: Lizzy, do you mind cluing me in on exactly what we’re doing? The show ended hours ago and instead of heading back to our fabulous hotel suite, we’ve been driving around.
He places his head against the window of the limo. In his hand he holds an almost empty glass of champagne. A small sign that they’ve been celebrating Lizzy’s victory of Amber Cooke.
Lizzy Dalmon: I’m not sure why you’re complaining brother. Isn’t it customary for us Dalmons to celebrate after winning? Just sit back and have fun. When I’ve found what I’m looking for I’ll let you know.
Landon Dalmon: I’m not complaining. I just figured you would want to get to bed early. It was you that said you needed to be up early every morning for training. I believe you blamed me after a morning of sleeping in.
Lizzy Dalmon: That was before I realized just how weak the women’s division of Combat Wrestling is. Now...well let’s just say I don’t see much competition.
Landon Dalmon: I guess I should just pour us another drink then.
He grabs the bottle of champagne and refills the glasses of both himself and his sister. Lizzy gives his brother a little smile before she takes a sip.
Landon Dalmon: So I figured we were just trying around for nothing, but you are actually looking for something?
Lizzy Dalmon: Yes dear brother. As much as I love your company, it isn’t much of a party with just the two of us. I figured we could use a little present to share.
Landon Dalmon: Are you sure that’s a…
Lizzy Dalmon: There! Driver stop the limo!
The limo comes to an abrupt stop. A less skilled man would have spilled his drink, but Landon doesn’t even lose a drop.
Lizzy Dalmon: Look! She’s perfect.
She points out the window to a young woman walking down the street. It’s a bit hard to tell as she’s bundled up from the cold, but she is petite and blonde. The perfect combination for the sexual appetite of a Dalmon.
Landon Dalmon: I don’t think this is a good idea. We aren’t home. We don’t have the tools to take care of things if they go sideways.
Lizzy Dalmon: Don’t worry brother.
While he doesn’t agree, he isn’t one to go against his sister’s wishes. If it gets him in trouble, it wouldn’t be the first time. Lizzy rolls down the window and calls out to the young woman.
Lizzy Dalmon: Hey you! Come here for a second!
The young woman looks over at the limo for a moment. She doesn’t stop but instead picks up the pace.
Lizzy Dalmon: Don’t walk away from me! Don’t you know who I am?
The young woman turns around and shouts back at the limo.
Young Woman: No I don’t! I don’t care to know. Please leave me alone.
The young woman doesn’t come off as convincing. Of course she knows who Lizzy Dalmon is. Her boyfriend even got her a bottle of her perfume “Lust” for Christmas.
Lizzy Dalmon: I just want to talk. My brother and I are celebrating my big wrestling victory and I thought you might want to join us.
Young Woman: Me? I’m a nobody.
Lizzy Dalmon: Are you? Out of all the people in the world, I chose you. That makes you a somebody to me.
This brings a smile to the young woman’s face as planned.
Young Woman: It would be pretty crazy to turn down a chance to hang out with the Dalmons wouldn’t it?
Lizzy Dalmon: I promise you won’t regret it.
The door opens and the young woman enters the limo. She takes a seat between the Dalmon twins. Before she can even take off her coat and hat, Landon is handing her a glass of champagne.
Young Woman: Oh no thanks, I’m not old enough to drink…
Lizzy Dalmon: I won’t tell if you don’t.
She smiles at the young woman before helping her lift the glass to her lips. As the young woman takes a sip, Lizzy looks past her to Landon. The two siblings know that tonight is going to be fulfilling.
He places his head against the window of the limo. In his hand he holds an almost empty glass of champagne. A small sign that they’ve been celebrating Lizzy’s victory of Amber Cooke.
Lizzy Dalmon: I’m not sure why you’re complaining brother. Isn’t it customary for us Dalmons to celebrate after winning? Just sit back and have fun. When I’ve found what I’m looking for I’ll let you know.
Landon Dalmon: I’m not complaining. I just figured you would want to get to bed early. It was you that said you needed to be up early every morning for training. I believe you blamed me after a morning of sleeping in.
Lizzy Dalmon: That was before I realized just how weak the women’s division of Combat Wrestling is. Now...well let’s just say I don’t see much competition.
Landon Dalmon: I guess I should just pour us another drink then.
He grabs the bottle of champagne and refills the glasses of both himself and his sister. Lizzy gives his brother a little smile before she takes a sip.
Landon Dalmon: So I figured we were just trying around for nothing, but you are actually looking for something?
Lizzy Dalmon: Yes dear brother. As much as I love your company, it isn’t much of a party with just the two of us. I figured we could use a little present to share.
Landon Dalmon: Are you sure that’s a…
Lizzy Dalmon: There! Driver stop the limo!
The limo comes to an abrupt stop. A less skilled man would have spilled his drink, but Landon doesn’t even lose a drop.
Lizzy Dalmon: Look! She’s perfect.
She points out the window to a young woman walking down the street. It’s a bit hard to tell as she’s bundled up from the cold, but she is petite and blonde. The perfect combination for the sexual appetite of a Dalmon.
Landon Dalmon: I don’t think this is a good idea. We aren’t home. We don’t have the tools to take care of things if they go sideways.
Lizzy Dalmon: Don’t worry brother.
While he doesn’t agree, he isn’t one to go against his sister’s wishes. If it gets him in trouble, it wouldn’t be the first time. Lizzy rolls down the window and calls out to the young woman.
Lizzy Dalmon: Hey you! Come here for a second!
The young woman looks over at the limo for a moment. She doesn’t stop but instead picks up the pace.
Lizzy Dalmon: Don’t walk away from me! Don’t you know who I am?
The young woman turns around and shouts back at the limo.
Young Woman: No I don’t! I don’t care to know. Please leave me alone.
The young woman doesn’t come off as convincing. Of course she knows who Lizzy Dalmon is. Her boyfriend even got her a bottle of her perfume “Lust” for Christmas.
Lizzy Dalmon: I just want to talk. My brother and I are celebrating my big wrestling victory and I thought you might want to join us.
Young Woman: Me? I’m a nobody.
Lizzy Dalmon: Are you? Out of all the people in the world, I chose you. That makes you a somebody to me.
This brings a smile to the young woman’s face as planned.
Young Woman: It would be pretty crazy to turn down a chance to hang out with the Dalmons wouldn’t it?
Lizzy Dalmon: I promise you won’t regret it.
The door opens and the young woman enters the limo. She takes a seat between the Dalmon twins. Before she can even take off her coat and hat, Landon is handing her a glass of champagne.
Young Woman: Oh no thanks, I’m not old enough to drink…
Lizzy Dalmon: I won’t tell if you don’t.
She smiles at the young woman before helping her lift the glass to her lips. As the young woman takes a sip, Lizzy looks past her to Landon. The two siblings know that tonight is going to be fulfilling.
Combat Wrestling…
I just wanted to take a moment to say you’re welcome. When I chose to make Combat my wrestling home, I knew that you would all be in for a treat. Anytime Lizzy Dalmon graces your screen, it’s must see television. I know that some of you think that I’m wasting my time of some rinky dink promotion. When you are a Dalmon you’re not supposed to settle for less than the best.
Do you think I care about any of your opinions?
I want to make things very clear. I do whatever I want to. If I choose to dominate the women’s division in Combat Wrestling, then that’s my prerogative. I don’t answer to anyone. I know there are plenty of haters out there who are looking at my victory over Amber Cooke last week, and saying I only won because I cheated. I’ve heard people say I can’t go toe to toe with her so I had to do things my own way.
So?
When did I ever say that I was going to play by the rules? When did I ever say that I was all about fairplay? I didn’t. What I did say was, I would do whatever it takes to win. There is nothing I won’t do. There are no lengths I won’t go. The only rules I play by are mine! That’s why I was the first woman to pick up a singles victory in Combat. That’s why when it comes to the women’s division…
I’m the cream of the crop!
The roster is built up of people who call themselves legends of the business, and those of us trying to make a name for ourselves in wrestling. Despite our reasoning for signing on the dotted line, we are all here for one thing.
We all want to be the Women’s Heavyweight Champion!
If anyone says otherwise...they’re liars!
As the tournament gets underway I find myself against Dawn Halliwell. Dawn it looks like they decided to put the two women who got pinfalls against one another. I guess they want to see which one of us really is the top contender to win it all. I will say this, I find it a bit surprising. There are plenty of people out there criticizing me about how I picked up my victory. I don’t hear too many giving you any crap about yours.
I heard you take pride in making your opponents submit. You like it when they give up and cry out in pain. Yet, in your first ever match in Combat, you were more than happy to take that one two three. I think deep down you realize that despite what you might want to happen, you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth. When it comes to victory, you do whatever it takes, even if it goes against whatever you fool yourself into thinking.
Am I supposed to be impressed that you pinned Zelda Knite?
The team of her and Crystal Hilton were a joke. A couple of IWF superstars who are looking for the easy W. I know the both of us have had some of our own time in the IWF, but we haven’t made names for ourselves like they did. Combat is going to be the place I build. I don’t need washed up has beens coming in and trying to steal my glory. I don’t need anyone to make people turn their eyes to Combat.
I especially don’t need you.
I don’t need someone who begged Spike Kane for a spot on his roster. I don’t need some mangy little puppy looking for a home. The truth is...all I had to do was say I was interested and the contract offer couldn’t come in quick enough. I bring something to the table that no one else can. I bring my bloodline. I bring being a Dalmon. It’s a name synonymous with greatness. Only a fool would pass up the opportunity to have me in the mix.
Are you a fool Dawn? What exactly do you see when you look at me? Are you going to make the mistake and only see my money, my fame? Are you going to be smart and look past all of that and see how dangerous I can be? I know you’re going to talk the talk and when the bell rings you are going to do what you can to beat me, to break the pretty rich girl. It’s all you know how to do.
You have an affinity for the hardcore…
That’s going to get you in trouble. You think I’m some dainty little Daddy’s girl who can’t hold my own? If you only knew the things I’ve done, what I’m capable of. I’m sure it makes your blood boil to see someone like me better than you at the one thing that gives you any worth. Wrestling. I’m everything you probably wished you could be growing up. But I’m sure you realized early on that you could never be one of the pretty girls.
You’ve have to settle for being trash.
I look at you and it makes me sick. I see your style, the markings on your skin, and ask why? Do you like looking like a woman that’s been used up? Do you like looking worthless? That’s all I see when I look at you. I see a burden on society that if I had my way would be burned at the stake.
When that bell rings we’re all equals right?
That’s what people want to believe. People like you are probably delusional and think they are better than me. I hate to break it to you Dawn, you’ll never be better than me in anything. It isn’t just my money or my blood that makes me better. I’m better because I spend my days contributing to society and making it a better place.
From the looks of things, you’re just trying to survive...and you aren’t even doing that well.
Only one of us can win at Friday Night Fury. Only one of us can take the next step to becoming the first ever Women’s Heavyweight Champion. Are you willing to pull out all the stops, because I am. When the match is over, I will be the one standing tall. When you are looking up at the arena lights I want you to remember one thing…
I’m Lizzy Dalmon and you’re not...and…
Dalmons Are Forever!!!
I just wanted to take a moment to say you’re welcome. When I chose to make Combat my wrestling home, I knew that you would all be in for a treat. Anytime Lizzy Dalmon graces your screen, it’s must see television. I know that some of you think that I’m wasting my time of some rinky dink promotion. When you are a Dalmon you’re not supposed to settle for less than the best.
Do you think I care about any of your opinions?
I want to make things very clear. I do whatever I want to. If I choose to dominate the women’s division in Combat Wrestling, then that’s my prerogative. I don’t answer to anyone. I know there are plenty of haters out there who are looking at my victory over Amber Cooke last week, and saying I only won because I cheated. I’ve heard people say I can’t go toe to toe with her so I had to do things my own way.
So?
When did I ever say that I was going to play by the rules? When did I ever say that I was all about fairplay? I didn’t. What I did say was, I would do whatever it takes to win. There is nothing I won’t do. There are no lengths I won’t go. The only rules I play by are mine! That’s why I was the first woman to pick up a singles victory in Combat. That’s why when it comes to the women’s division…
I’m the cream of the crop!
The roster is built up of people who call themselves legends of the business, and those of us trying to make a name for ourselves in wrestling. Despite our reasoning for signing on the dotted line, we are all here for one thing.
We all want to be the Women’s Heavyweight Champion!
If anyone says otherwise...they’re liars!
As the tournament gets underway I find myself against Dawn Halliwell. Dawn it looks like they decided to put the two women who got pinfalls against one another. I guess they want to see which one of us really is the top contender to win it all. I will say this, I find it a bit surprising. There are plenty of people out there criticizing me about how I picked up my victory. I don’t hear too many giving you any crap about yours.
I heard you take pride in making your opponents submit. You like it when they give up and cry out in pain. Yet, in your first ever match in Combat, you were more than happy to take that one two three. I think deep down you realize that despite what you might want to happen, you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth. When it comes to victory, you do whatever it takes, even if it goes against whatever you fool yourself into thinking.
Am I supposed to be impressed that you pinned Zelda Knite?
The team of her and Crystal Hilton were a joke. A couple of IWF superstars who are looking for the easy W. I know the both of us have had some of our own time in the IWF, but we haven’t made names for ourselves like they did. Combat is going to be the place I build. I don’t need washed up has beens coming in and trying to steal my glory. I don’t need anyone to make people turn their eyes to Combat.
I especially don’t need you.
I don’t need someone who begged Spike Kane for a spot on his roster. I don’t need some mangy little puppy looking for a home. The truth is...all I had to do was say I was interested and the contract offer couldn’t come in quick enough. I bring something to the table that no one else can. I bring my bloodline. I bring being a Dalmon. It’s a name synonymous with greatness. Only a fool would pass up the opportunity to have me in the mix.
Are you a fool Dawn? What exactly do you see when you look at me? Are you going to make the mistake and only see my money, my fame? Are you going to be smart and look past all of that and see how dangerous I can be? I know you’re going to talk the talk and when the bell rings you are going to do what you can to beat me, to break the pretty rich girl. It’s all you know how to do.
You have an affinity for the hardcore…
That’s going to get you in trouble. You think I’m some dainty little Daddy’s girl who can’t hold my own? If you only knew the things I’ve done, what I’m capable of. I’m sure it makes your blood boil to see someone like me better than you at the one thing that gives you any worth. Wrestling. I’m everything you probably wished you could be growing up. But I’m sure you realized early on that you could never be one of the pretty girls.
You’ve have to settle for being trash.
I look at you and it makes me sick. I see your style, the markings on your skin, and ask why? Do you like looking like a woman that’s been used up? Do you like looking worthless? That’s all I see when I look at you. I see a burden on society that if I had my way would be burned at the stake.
When that bell rings we’re all equals right?
That’s what people want to believe. People like you are probably delusional and think they are better than me. I hate to break it to you Dawn, you’ll never be better than me in anything. It isn’t just my money or my blood that makes me better. I’m better because I spend my days contributing to society and making it a better place.
From the looks of things, you’re just trying to survive...and you aren’t even doing that well.
Only one of us can win at Friday Night Fury. Only one of us can take the next step to becoming the first ever Women’s Heavyweight Champion. Are you willing to pull out all the stops, because I am. When the match is over, I will be the one standing tall. When you are looking up at the arena lights I want you to remember one thing…
I’m Lizzy Dalmon and you’re not...and…
Dalmons Are Forever!!!
