Post by littlesweetashley on Jun 16, 2008 17:18:37 GMT -5
BANG!
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The scene opens with a blue steel chair constantly banging against the ring steps, making an obviously annoying sound as the camera strolls up the handles, up the tape wrapped arms, onto the black sleeves, and up to the face of the person who has yet to win a match at GCW, Ashley Anarchy. Smiling innocently, she begins to whistle as she continues to bang the chair against the ring steps. Eventually, she grows tired of it, and throws the chair back into the crowd, and climbs up the steps into the wrestling ring. Shrugging, and sticking out her hands innocently, she waits for a microphone to be handed to her before finally speaking. "I've had my fair share of skating tournaments, and when someone lands a huge trick, or does a killer run, a skater would often slam their skateboard against the railing of the half-pipe, or on the concrete floor of where ever their standing, giving their respect to the person who just had the run of his or her life. I'm guessing in wrestling, it's a bit different. We don't have boards, we're not necessarily standing on the top of the half-pipe, nor am I standing on concrete. So what do we have? We have steel chairs. Ring stairs. A ring. Two or more people waiting to face each other. Amongst other things." She walks up to the ring ropes, and steps on the bottom rope, balancing herself on it while still looking at the camera. "I've had my fair share of matches. I've lost all of them, but fuck, I don't care about losing. I don't care about winning. Winning is nice, yes it is, but it's more-or-less a luxury. I haven't earned my victories yet. I haven't put myself through enough hell to earn it. I haven't put out on a career defying match. I haven't done enough for everyone sitting down watching, to slam their steel chairs on the floor they're laying on, giving me their respect. But...you see...I want to change that." She jumps off from where she was balancing herself, and faces the entrance way. "Throughout this arena there are chairs, ladders, sledges, mops, and other fun toys, does anyone wish to join me in perhaps...using these toys in interesting ways?"
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The scene opens with a blue steel chair constantly banging against the ring steps, making an obviously annoying sound as the camera strolls up the handles, up the tape wrapped arms, onto the black sleeves, and up to the face of the person who has yet to win a match at GCW, Ashley Anarchy. Smiling innocently, she begins to whistle as she continues to bang the chair against the ring steps. Eventually, she grows tired of it, and throws the chair back into the crowd, and climbs up the steps into the wrestling ring. Shrugging, and sticking out her hands innocently, she waits for a microphone to be handed to her before finally speaking. "I've had my fair share of skating tournaments, and when someone lands a huge trick, or does a killer run, a skater would often slam their skateboard against the railing of the half-pipe, or on the concrete floor of where ever their standing, giving their respect to the person who just had the run of his or her life. I'm guessing in wrestling, it's a bit different. We don't have boards, we're not necessarily standing on the top of the half-pipe, nor am I standing on concrete. So what do we have? We have steel chairs. Ring stairs. A ring. Two or more people waiting to face each other. Amongst other things." She walks up to the ring ropes, and steps on the bottom rope, balancing herself on it while still looking at the camera. "I've had my fair share of matches. I've lost all of them, but fuck, I don't care about losing. I don't care about winning. Winning is nice, yes it is, but it's more-or-less a luxury. I haven't earned my victories yet. I haven't put myself through enough hell to earn it. I haven't put out on a career defying match. I haven't done enough for everyone sitting down watching, to slam their steel chairs on the floor they're laying on, giving me their respect. But...you see...I want to change that." She jumps off from where she was balancing herself, and faces the entrance way. "Throughout this arena there are chairs, ladders, sledges, mops, and other fun toys, does anyone wish to join me in perhaps...using these toys in interesting ways?"