Post by bia6160 on Aug 27, 2024 21:24:27 GMT -5
We open up on the inside of a ring, from the perspective of the bottom turnbuckle or thereabouts. From what we can see of the ring, it’s seen some better days. The coverings on the ropes are faded and worn. There are various stains of unknown origin that presumably couldn’t be cleaned. Various parts have also been patched over its lifetime.
You can hear the sounds of voices and groans and grunts of exertion outside the camera's purview. The ropes of the ring move and we see a pair of tanned, athletic legs topped in a pair of ratty Converse All Stars walk towards the camera. The figure squats down and suddenly the camera (phone actually) is staring straight at Bia.
The Australian is in normal civvy type gym clothes. Her fire engine red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her face sans makeup. She smiles and gives her phone a wave. She spins the camera around showing what appears to be a wrestling school of some description operating out of what appears to be a smallish, ruddy looking building. Where you ask? Does it matter, I reply.
Bia: “G’day guys…your WarGoddess is just givin’ youse a little check in before Scion! Got me some fresh meat this week eh? Well…not really fresh, more like…defrosted? Seems old mate Mr. Wolf put his career on ice for a bit and now he’s decided to thaw it out and pick up where he left off.”
Bia kinda half heartedly shrugs.
Bia: “Saw he is making a grand return to One Wrestle Movement…so I was a bit shocked to see him here in Prestige. But that just goes to show youse that what we’re buildin’ here in the sunshine state is really special. Good enough to catch the attention of former championship caliber prodigies.”
She gestures behind her.
Bia: “Far be it for me to not give me opponent the proper attention he deserves. Goin’ One and Two here in FWP wasn’t exactly on me bingo card. Losin’ to Ranyes I can cop, old mate was better on the day. But Ross and her bullshite? Yeah, nah mate. She’s gonna get her receipt sooner or later cus I keep’em all. This ain’t gonna turn into a losin’ streak…no way, no how.”
She gives her head a definitive shake in the negative. She smirks as a figure walks around from the other side of her phone. It’s none other than the freshly suspended Donnie Harris, dressed down in a similar fashion to Bia.
Donnie: “We doing this or you gonna keep yappin’ at thing?”
Bia just rolls her eyes and gives him a playfully annoyed look.
Bia: “Yeah, yeah, yeah…just doin’ my part for the show mate. You know, the one you got your goofy arse suspended from?”
Donnie shrugs.
Donnie: “Message was sent and received…had to be done. Let’s get you ready to send your own there.”
Bia looks back at the camera.
Bia: “And that means for dear Mr. Wolf a less than grand return to the squared circle. Sorry, not sorry mate. Wrong place and wrong time. I feel a bit bad too…youse are way too pretty to be dancin’ around a twenty by twenty mate. I’ll try and keep all the damage away from your face, yeah?”
She lets out a laugh and gives the camera a wink before abruptly ending the recording.
You can hear the sounds of voices and groans and grunts of exertion outside the camera's purview. The ropes of the ring move and we see a pair of tanned, athletic legs topped in a pair of ratty Converse All Stars walk towards the camera. The figure squats down and suddenly the camera (phone actually) is staring straight at Bia.
The Australian is in normal civvy type gym clothes. Her fire engine red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her face sans makeup. She smiles and gives her phone a wave. She spins the camera around showing what appears to be a wrestling school of some description operating out of what appears to be a smallish, ruddy looking building. Where you ask? Does it matter, I reply.
Bia: “G’day guys…your WarGoddess is just givin’ youse a little check in before Scion! Got me some fresh meat this week eh? Well…not really fresh, more like…defrosted? Seems old mate Mr. Wolf put his career on ice for a bit and now he’s decided to thaw it out and pick up where he left off.”
Bia kinda half heartedly shrugs.
Bia: “Saw he is making a grand return to One Wrestle Movement…so I was a bit shocked to see him here in Prestige. But that just goes to show youse that what we’re buildin’ here in the sunshine state is really special. Good enough to catch the attention of former championship caliber prodigies.”
She gestures behind her.
Bia: “Far be it for me to not give me opponent the proper attention he deserves. Goin’ One and Two here in FWP wasn’t exactly on me bingo card. Losin’ to Ranyes I can cop, old mate was better on the day. But Ross and her bullshite? Yeah, nah mate. She’s gonna get her receipt sooner or later cus I keep’em all. This ain’t gonna turn into a losin’ streak…no way, no how.”
She gives her head a definitive shake in the negative. She smirks as a figure walks around from the other side of her phone. It’s none other than the freshly suspended Donnie Harris, dressed down in a similar fashion to Bia.
Donnie: “We doing this or you gonna keep yappin’ at thing?”
Bia just rolls her eyes and gives him a playfully annoyed look.
Bia: “Yeah, yeah, yeah…just doin’ my part for the show mate. You know, the one you got your goofy arse suspended from?”
Donnie shrugs.
Donnie: “Message was sent and received…had to be done. Let’s get you ready to send your own there.”
Bia looks back at the camera.
Bia: “And that means for dear Mr. Wolf a less than grand return to the squared circle. Sorry, not sorry mate. Wrong place and wrong time. I feel a bit bad too…youse are way too pretty to be dancin’ around a twenty by twenty mate. I’ll try and keep all the damage away from your face, yeah?”
She lets out a laugh and gives the camera a wink before abruptly ending the recording.
