Post by bia6160 on Jul 30, 2024 10:52:42 GMT -5
Florida Wrestling Prestige had taken over Tallahassee people! The company’s first major show was damn near upon us and the fans had been buzzing all week. Aside from the Prestige championship being crowned in the Main Event, the undercard was hosting a swath of Qualifying matches for the recently announced Coastal championship. The last of which was between two competitors who both emerged from the previous episode of Scion victorious. The Australian powerhouse known as Bia…and the wily veteran who’s itching for a fight in Andrew Raynes.
The former has currently made herself at home on a stool in prime position at the bar inside Bullwinkle’s Saloon. The inside of which was made to resemble something out of an old movie. Bia sat, nursing her drink as she eyed the locals with annoyance. College kids. Feral little fuckers. It didn’t help that Florida State was a stone's throw away. Thankfully between Bia’s imposing physique accentuated by her attie, and expertly crafted resting bitch face…she had been given a bit of a wide berth. The camera moves up and appears to occupy the stool next to her as Bia turns her head.
Bia: “And what do youse want? Wait, don’t say nothin’...lemme guess. You want to talk about Prime don’tcha?”
The camera bobs up and down.
Bia: “Shoulda known youse’d come lookin’ for me. Gotta get a final word eh? Get me to convince those last minute holdouts to part with their hard earned dollarydoos for the privilege to watch the best god damned professional wrestlers in the Sunshine state do their thing on the big stage!”
The camera bobs in agreement again as Bia laughs.
Bia: “No worries mate, your favorite WarGoddess’ll hook you up.”
She gives the camera a wink as she polishes off her glass. She pounds it on the bar and whistles as she attempts to get the bartender's attention. The man nods in her direction as she holds up her glass. Suddenly a more than slightly inebriated middle aged man walks up next to her. He shouts down the bar at the bartender.
Asshole: “You heard the little lady! Get her another of whatever she’s having on me.”
Bia and the bartender are both wearing the same look of annoyance.
Bia: “It’s fine mate but I’ll get me own thanks.”
Asshole: “No, no, no…I insist. Besides, it's not everyday we get foreigners in our bar.”
Bia rolls her eyes as she turns back to the camera.
Bia: “You wanna talk about Prime? Let’s talk about Prime. I got an opportunity…I big god damn opportunity staring me right in me face. A qualifying match for the Coastal championship. Me first proper chance since I’ve been here in the states. And lucky me, who do I get to beat for to advance? Andrew bloody Raynes…”
Bia’s interrupted again.
Asshole: “Excuse me…but your accent is lovely. Where ya from gorgeous?”
Bia rolls her eyes.
Bia: “A little town in Western Australia, maybe you’ve heard of it. It’s called Fuck Off Mate.”
Bia replies in annoyance but the man just laughs it off.
Asshole: “Man, you’re a damned firecracker if I ever saw one. Where is that fuckin’ bartender?”
He laments as he looks around trying to procure her drink.
Bia: “Now ol’ Raynesey waxed lyrical prior to Scion about how everyone is looking for their bite of the cherry. Chasing all the glitz, and the glamor, and the gold. Championships aren’t his bag however. Been there. Done that. Won that I suppose. For him, it's all about “the fight”.”
The drunk nudges her.
Asshole: “I think I see him! Looks like he’s finally getting around to that drink you wanted. Fucking idiot, it’s about time! Hey, if you weren’t doing anything…after you finish we could go back to my place and-”
Bia interjects.
Bia: “Oi! Listen you stupid fuckwit! I don’t want your bloody drink and I sure as hell don’t want to go anywhere with youse! Fuck. Off!”
She says as she stands up off the stool aggressively. The man takes a step back, holding up his hands.
Asshole: “Jesus…relax! Fuck, I was just trying to be nice…”
He shakes his head as he turns away.
Asshole: “You don’t have to be such a cunt…”
Unfortunately, his voice wasn’t as low as he thought, as Bia heard him.
Bia: “Excuse me?! Mind sayin’ that in me good ear?”
She tilts her head to the side. The man, not even caring, leans forward.
Asshole: “I said, you don’t have to be such a c-”
But the word is cut off abruptly as Bia forcefully headbutts the drunken idiot square in the face. He shouts in pain but before he can react, Bia knees him in the midsection and slams his head against the bar in one swift motion. The man crumples to the floor as the bartender makes his way over.
Bartender: “Is there a problem Ms?”
Bia: “Nah mate…this one’s just had too much to drink is all.”
The bartender looks down and chuckles as he slides Bia a Jagerbomb.
Bartender: “Thought you could use something a little stronger. On the house.”
Bia laughs as she drops the shot glass of Red Bull into the glass of Jagermeister. She throws it back quickly and gives the bartender a nod. Noticing the camera again, Bia sits back down.
Bia: “Now, where the bloody hell was I? Oh yeah! Fighting. So Raynesy wants to fight. He wants it real bad too it seems. Problem is…I like to fight. Been in’em since High School. Men. Women. Big. Small. See last week those two sheilas came to wrestle. They weren’t prepared to fight and there’s a big fucking difference yeah? But me? I’m always ready, see. So if Raynesey wants to get his arse handed to him so damn badly…who am I to say no? It’s gonna be brutal, probably a little bloody…and a whole lot of fun. And the best part? When I win…I get to move on for a chance to be champion. And that may not mean much to a guy who’s forgotten more title reigns than most of us have reigns. But it means a whole lot more to me. Winning the Coastal title is me chance to show that all the buzz around me lately isn’t just white noise! That me deciding to fly over here and test meself wasn’t just a piss take. It’s my chance to validate the work that meself and everyone back home has put in to get me here!”
Bia stands back up again, the empty glass still in her hand.
Bia: “Andrew Raynes wants a fight?”
Bia takes the glass and smashes it against the head of the drunken asshole who was struggling to get to his feet. The impact knocks him out cold as just shakes her head and scoffs before looks back at the camera.
Bia: “Then a fight is bloody well what he’s gonna get!”
Bia steps over the man’s body as security come over to check on all the commotion. They begin checking on the man as Bia pushes through the crowd on her way to the exit.
The former has currently made herself at home on a stool in prime position at the bar inside Bullwinkle’s Saloon. The inside of which was made to resemble something out of an old movie. Bia sat, nursing her drink as she eyed the locals with annoyance. College kids. Feral little fuckers. It didn’t help that Florida State was a stone's throw away. Thankfully between Bia’s imposing physique accentuated by her attie, and expertly crafted resting bitch face…she had been given a bit of a wide berth. The camera moves up and appears to occupy the stool next to her as Bia turns her head.
Bia: “And what do youse want? Wait, don’t say nothin’...lemme guess. You want to talk about Prime don’tcha?”
The camera bobs up and down.
Bia: “Shoulda known youse’d come lookin’ for me. Gotta get a final word eh? Get me to convince those last minute holdouts to part with their hard earned dollarydoos for the privilege to watch the best god damned professional wrestlers in the Sunshine state do their thing on the big stage!”
The camera bobs in agreement again as Bia laughs.
Bia: “No worries mate, your favorite WarGoddess’ll hook you up.”
She gives the camera a wink as she polishes off her glass. She pounds it on the bar and whistles as she attempts to get the bartender's attention. The man nods in her direction as she holds up her glass. Suddenly a more than slightly inebriated middle aged man walks up next to her. He shouts down the bar at the bartender.
Asshole: “You heard the little lady! Get her another of whatever she’s having on me.”
Bia and the bartender are both wearing the same look of annoyance.
Bia: “It’s fine mate but I’ll get me own thanks.”
Asshole: “No, no, no…I insist. Besides, it's not everyday we get foreigners in our bar.”
Bia rolls her eyes as she turns back to the camera.
Bia: “You wanna talk about Prime? Let’s talk about Prime. I got an opportunity…I big god damn opportunity staring me right in me face. A qualifying match for the Coastal championship. Me first proper chance since I’ve been here in the states. And lucky me, who do I get to beat for to advance? Andrew bloody Raynes…”
Bia’s interrupted again.
Asshole: “Excuse me…but your accent is lovely. Where ya from gorgeous?”
Bia rolls her eyes.
Bia: “A little town in Western Australia, maybe you’ve heard of it. It’s called Fuck Off Mate.”
Bia replies in annoyance but the man just laughs it off.
Asshole: “Man, you’re a damned firecracker if I ever saw one. Where is that fuckin’ bartender?”
He laments as he looks around trying to procure her drink.
Bia: “Now ol’ Raynesey waxed lyrical prior to Scion about how everyone is looking for their bite of the cherry. Chasing all the glitz, and the glamor, and the gold. Championships aren’t his bag however. Been there. Done that. Won that I suppose. For him, it's all about “the fight”.”
The drunk nudges her.
Asshole: “I think I see him! Looks like he’s finally getting around to that drink you wanted. Fucking idiot, it’s about time! Hey, if you weren’t doing anything…after you finish we could go back to my place and-”
Bia interjects.
Bia: “Oi! Listen you stupid fuckwit! I don’t want your bloody drink and I sure as hell don’t want to go anywhere with youse! Fuck. Off!”
She says as she stands up off the stool aggressively. The man takes a step back, holding up his hands.
Asshole: “Jesus…relax! Fuck, I was just trying to be nice…”
He shakes his head as he turns away.
Asshole: “You don’t have to be such a cunt…”
Unfortunately, his voice wasn’t as low as he thought, as Bia heard him.
Bia: “Excuse me?! Mind sayin’ that in me good ear?”
She tilts her head to the side. The man, not even caring, leans forward.
Asshole: “I said, you don’t have to be such a c-”
But the word is cut off abruptly as Bia forcefully headbutts the drunken idiot square in the face. He shouts in pain but before he can react, Bia knees him in the midsection and slams his head against the bar in one swift motion. The man crumples to the floor as the bartender makes his way over.
Bartender: “Is there a problem Ms?”
Bia: “Nah mate…this one’s just had too much to drink is all.”
The bartender looks down and chuckles as he slides Bia a Jagerbomb.
Bartender: “Thought you could use something a little stronger. On the house.”
Bia laughs as she drops the shot glass of Red Bull into the glass of Jagermeister. She throws it back quickly and gives the bartender a nod. Noticing the camera again, Bia sits back down.
Bia: “Now, where the bloody hell was I? Oh yeah! Fighting. So Raynesy wants to fight. He wants it real bad too it seems. Problem is…I like to fight. Been in’em since High School. Men. Women. Big. Small. See last week those two sheilas came to wrestle. They weren’t prepared to fight and there’s a big fucking difference yeah? But me? I’m always ready, see. So if Raynesey wants to get his arse handed to him so damn badly…who am I to say no? It’s gonna be brutal, probably a little bloody…and a whole lot of fun. And the best part? When I win…I get to move on for a chance to be champion. And that may not mean much to a guy who’s forgotten more title reigns than most of us have reigns. But it means a whole lot more to me. Winning the Coastal title is me chance to show that all the buzz around me lately isn’t just white noise! That me deciding to fly over here and test meself wasn’t just a piss take. It’s my chance to validate the work that meself and everyone back home has put in to get me here!”
Bia stands back up again, the empty glass still in her hand.
Bia: “Andrew Raynes wants a fight?”
Bia takes the glass and smashes it against the head of the drunken asshole who was struggling to get to his feet. The impact knocks him out cold as just shakes her head and scoffs before looks back at the camera.
Bia: “Then a fight is bloody well what he’s gonna get!”
Bia steps over the man’s body as security come over to check on all the commotion. They begin checking on the man as Bia pushes through the crowd on her way to the exit.
