Post by Delilah Rayne on Aug 16, 2015 21:43:05 GMT -5
The camera fades in to…
A dark room in an unknown location...
A group of clay figurines are strategically standing on the floor in a straight line, a few inches apart.
Suddenly, from a distance, a door opens and the sound of echoing footsteps enters the room, becoming distinct and louder as it approaches the "little people".
Then, a pair of black leather knee-high boots become clear in the view, making its way down the line…casually squashing a figurine upon each step.
A sultry voice commands our attention…
“There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who walk and those who get walked on.“
After stepping on the last figurine, the boots stop in front of the camera’s view, positioned evenly apart. The camera suddenly pans up and reveals Delilah Rayne, standing tall with her hands firmly places on her shapely hips, looking ahead into the horizon. Tossing her hair to the side, Delilah slowly looks down at the camera, commanding attention with a menacing glare.
Delilah: Be blessed that it’s me that will be doing the walking.
Keeping her glare intact and accompanying it with a sneer, Delilah lifts her foot and steps directly on the camera, bringing it to black.
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Is it a crime for me to say that I am better than you? Or maybe it’s not quite clear to you. Or maybe you’re just being stupid to ignore it to favor your ego just a little bit from being trampled on with reality.
You have had your time here Crystal Hilton; a little over a year to be exact. I’ve done a little homework on you, sweetie. You carry a reputation of being one of the premier female wrestlers in the country. Some would say that you are like a magnet when it comes to success in every league you came in. With those credentials, I would kind of thought that you already had been a champion of some sort in LAW, or at least a top 5 ranked player always in the hunt. And what have you done in LAW….absolutely nothing.
I may not have completed as long as you have. But everywhere I went, I have put everyone’s attention on me. And it’s not because I talked the talk, but I’ve dominated when I should be dominating. I bust my ass to get to LAW. And since I’ve been here, I’ve been proving everything that I said I am, at the expense of these women that have fallen before me: Aura Williams, Joanna Tarzanna, Jenny Wiliams & Zelda Knite. These women, from newbie to seasoned, were quick enough to step up to challenge me and were put down just as quickly. To date, there is one ONE woman who has handed me defeat and she happens to be the Marquee Champion. However, that was not before I have taken her to the limit and put her through dire straits the entire contest, prompting her to pull a little bit more before getting over on me. Yes, that loss did hurt me. But being humble takes a back seat in competition. Losses like that make me stronger. The fact that I lost to such a decorated champion transforms my humility into hunger, therefore making my desire to reach the top even more significant. And being Queen of the Ring is exactly what I want to be.
When you step in the ring against me Crystal, you’re going to have a lot of things going in your mind. You get a chance to redeem yourself from your performance in the last Queen of the Ring Tournament and accomplish what you failed to do last year. Unfortunately, you drew the wrong scenario in making that happen. I have yet to taste anything prestigious here. And given that I am superior to you in size, strength, wrestling skill, and athleticism, my wanting to win this tournament supersedes yours by miles. I represent the future of Ladies All-Star Wrestling. And I intend to make that message very clear as I prepare my walk up the steps to the top & getting my hands on the title of Queen of the Ring…with all the competition crushed under my boots: Marianne Drew, Skye Sparks, Lucy Seraphina, Alex, Yin, Mackenzie Roberts, Jenny Williams...and you “Reflection Of Perfection”.
Is it a crime for me to say that I am better than you? Or maybe it’s not quite clear to you. Or maybe you’re just being stupid to ignore it to favor your ego just a little bit from being trampled on with reality.
You have had your time here Crystal Hilton; a little over a year to be exact. I’ve done a little homework on you, sweetie. You carry a reputation of being one of the premier female wrestlers in the country. Some would say that you are like a magnet when it comes to success in every league you came in. With those credentials, I would kind of thought that you already had been a champion of some sort in LAW, or at least a top 5 ranked player always in the hunt. And what have you done in LAW….absolutely nothing.
I may not have completed as long as you have. But everywhere I went, I have put everyone’s attention on me. And it’s not because I talked the talk, but I’ve dominated when I should be dominating. I bust my ass to get to LAW. And since I’ve been here, I’ve been proving everything that I said I am, at the expense of these women that have fallen before me: Aura Williams, Joanna Tarzanna, Jenny Wiliams & Zelda Knite. These women, from newbie to seasoned, were quick enough to step up to challenge me and were put down just as quickly. To date, there is one ONE woman who has handed me defeat and she happens to be the Marquee Champion. However, that was not before I have taken her to the limit and put her through dire straits the entire contest, prompting her to pull a little bit more before getting over on me. Yes, that loss did hurt me. But being humble takes a back seat in competition. Losses like that make me stronger. The fact that I lost to such a decorated champion transforms my humility into hunger, therefore making my desire to reach the top even more significant. And being Queen of the Ring is exactly what I want to be.
When you step in the ring against me Crystal, you’re going to have a lot of things going in your mind. You get a chance to redeem yourself from your performance in the last Queen of the Ring Tournament and accomplish what you failed to do last year. Unfortunately, you drew the wrong scenario in making that happen. I have yet to taste anything prestigious here. And given that I am superior to you in size, strength, wrestling skill, and athleticism, my wanting to win this tournament supersedes yours by miles. I represent the future of Ladies All-Star Wrestling. And I intend to make that message very clear as I prepare my walk up the steps to the top & getting my hands on the title of Queen of the Ring…with all the competition crushed under my boots: Marianne Drew, Skye Sparks, Lucy Seraphina, Alex, Yin, Mackenzie Roberts, Jenny Williams...and you “Reflection Of Perfection”.
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[OFF-CAMERA]
The scene opens in the early morning at an exclusive training facility, located in Orlando. It is here where Delilah Rayne is engaged in an intense workout session, pounding punches and kick into the pads being held by Rhiannon, who owns the facility.
"Rhiannon Jordan; she’s my best friend coming out of Melbourne. She runs a web design firm with more clientele that can fill an arena. And I'm talking clientele comprising about high-level, Fortune 500 companies and media outlets. Rhiannon is not supermodel beautiful but she is far more than average when it comes to this woman’s natural beauty. However, she does have the natural supermodel’s height: 5’9 and clearly is making a name for herself...and making a lot of money doing it too. And she’s very athletic. It's been said that the key element in the blueprint for the success for a person is a strong foundation. And there's is nothing more strong than having good friends. Rhiannon and I have known each other for 15 years. My parents have been great friends with her parents. They could have sworn that we could have been sisters, given we share the same love for things and points of view. But we do see ourselves as sisters. She's my distraction from the crazy world of wrestling I'm in, but when it comes to wrestling, she is no outsider. Her dad was a well-known wrestler in Australia. He's retired now, but still very much in the business. I always wondered why Rhiannon never chose to follow her father's footsteps. Because if there's one thing I know, she's a tough cookie.”
Upon Rhiannon’s commands, Delilah continues to launch a series of hard punches and kicks to the pads, with moments when Rhiannon swings at Delilah, prompting her to dodge them to check her awareness.
Rhiannon: Come on girl. Give it to me hard! Keep em’ coming.
Delilah still keeps her focus on the pads for her strikes, while keeping herself aware for unexpected swings from Rhiannon.
Rhiannon: Come on Dee, Crystal (Hilton) can hit harder than this. That’s right, she can’t wait to get her hands on you, Dee. She says you don’t stand a chance with her at the Queen of The Ring torunament. That mozzie said she’s gonna stomp you out like a cigarette and walk until all of your remains are left on the ground and off her boots. What do you say to that huh?
While Delilah clearly hears the banter from her trainer, the more focus and power she puts into those strikes.
Delilah: Hell no.
Rhiannon: What was that?!
Delilah: HELL NO!
Rhiannon knows how determined Delilah is. However, she always spills out a few venomous things at Delilah, mostly around the subject her upcoming opponents. She knows that kind of psyche will make Delilah even more focused…intensively focused.
Rhiannon: Damn straight. And what are you going to do to this Crystal, Dee? And those six other girls in the tournament? They’re after YOUR throne! What are you going to do about this, Delilah?!
Delilah: Cut them down.
Rhiannon: Say what?
Delilah: Cut…THEM…Down.
Rhiannon: Make me feel it, Val!
Delilah: CUT…THEM…DOWN!
Just before Delilah speaks her last word, Rhiannon raises the pad over her head, allowing Delilah to nail it with a hard standing spin kick. The force of the blow pushes Rhiannon back a bit, but she gives a smile to her, commending Delilah for her effort.
Rhiannon: Yeah! You hit her with kicks like that; they’re gonna charge you for murder.
Delilah: They should be lucky that’s all that I do to them.
The ladies share a laugh while slapping hands before walking away.
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Two hours later, in Delilah’s penthouse apartment, Delilah & Rhiannon are lounging in pool chairs at the large rooftop pool; enjoying some Long Island Iced Tea and only focused on themselves, for they were the only ones around.
Delilah: I’ve never been so ready, Rhi. I’ve never felt this prepared since I was training in my first Arnold Classic.
Rhiannon: Well, It’s good see that you dwindling away from thoughts of that Mackenzie girl.
Delilah: Rhiannon, please. She was never the issue. That tramp almost cost us that tag match on the last show so I had to salvage that impending debacle. Because of me, we now have momentum going into this tournament and for that she should be giving me gratitude. And I, in return will give mine, if I face that woman one on one…by flicking her out of this tournament like the pesky flea that she is.
Rhiannon laughs.
Rhiannon: You are such a bitch, you know that.
Delilah: No…I’m a tough-as-nails bitch with one hell of an agenda to go forward on. Next stop, my focus is all over this tournament. I’m feeling it, Rhi. In a few nights, let me just say it, I’m going to show the world that I am the better woman to have this distinction…and get me one step closer to being THE woman in Ladies All-Star Wrestling.
Rhiannon: It’s such a great opportunity, Dee. You must be happy with the current uptake you’re in now in your victories. Even with Nyako blemishing your record, you still have your head up and moving forward, which I always admired you for.
The loss to the reigning Marquee champion still stings Delilah a little bit, only because of how close she was to giving Nyako an upset. But it's becoming less and less of a complication now, for another huge opportunity awaits "The Alpha Female".
Delilah: Yeah, I’m more than happy about that, no doubt. Still, I find it kind of weird.
Rhiannon: How so?
Delilah: Well, in other leagues, the leagues I was in before this one, the vibe were subpar at best. You have a few people as standouts and the rest are all glorified stepping stones. I’ve dominated all of them was easier than breathing. But here, it’s just a little different. The “stepping stones” here are actual names in the company and the standouts….more than their worth on paper.
Rhiannon nods her head as she takes a sip from her glass.
Rhiannon: I can see that. And you know what I like about seeing you guys? The strong presence of women there.
Delilah: Oh, definitely. They are definitely setting their prints in that company. And pretty soon I’ll be setting my prints as well…with the rest of those women trapped in them. The era of “The Alpha Female” is here, Rhi. And I’m incredibly excited to usher it in.
Rhiannon: I, for one, can’t wait for this tournament.
Delilah: You’re going to be there right?
Rhiannon: Dee, do you really think I’m going to miss this?
Delilah laughs as the ladies toast the glasses again and take a drink. It’s clear that Delilah understood what she was being told. The ladies then get up from their chairs to leave the poolside area. Just as they are about to leave, they are approached by Dalton Smithers, who is all too happy to see the ladies. His fantasy couldn’t be any more real to him that it is at this moment.
Smithers: If it isn’t my two favorite gorgeous women on the planet.
Delilah sees Smithers and rolls her eyes at him as he draws close.
Delilah: What is it Smithers? You know I don’t want to be disturbed.
Smithers: I know, I know. I didn’t realize that when you said you were going to be busy, that you would be busy with this tall, beautiful Aussie treasure.
In a sign of flirtation, Smithers runs his finger down Rhiannon’s arm. Rhiannon was not turned off by the gesture, just annoyed that it was coming from a guy she feels “iffy” about.
Rhiannon: My God, Smithers, don’t you ever stop?
Smithers: Stop what? Just trying to be friendly with you, M’ Lady. We are friends no?
Delilah: He really has it bad for you, Rhi.
Smithers: That’s not true, my delectable Goddess. It’s all out of devotion….genuine devotion.
From out of the blue, Smithers takes Rhiannon’s hand and gets his knees before her, as if he is about to bow to a Queen. Meanwhile Rhiannon looks at Delilah with a “Is he for real?” glare, with Delilah trying to hold her laughter, knowing that she finds this to be humorous.
Smithers: Listen all I want from you is some kind of sign to show me that you care for me as a friend. With that being said, it would be an honor for me to receive from you….a friendly kiss.
The ladies look on with an awkward shock as they let those words from Smithers play back in their heads, wondering if they heard it right.
Rhiannon: You want me to kiss you?
Smithers: Yes, my exquisitely stunning lass.
After Smithers lets her hand go, Rhiannon still feels awkward about the situation. But she doesn’t waste any time giving Smithers her response….with an inviting smile.
Rhiannon: Close your eyes, you handsome stud.
Smithers immediately does what he’s told and prepares to get his wish. As Rhiannon pulls close, Delilah pulls her back and speaks words to her in a whisper. However, Rhiannon winks at her, giving her the notion that it’s ok and she has this under control. She continues her way back to the waiting lips of Smithers. Just as she draws close, Rhiannon pulls back and places her bare foot in front of him instead, allowing him to kiss it. She immediately puts her foot down and then gets back in position close to Smithers just as he opens his eyes to see her face.
Smithers: Wow! That was truly extraordinary.
Rhiannon giggles in response. In the eyes of Smithers, he sees this as Rhiannon being flattered by the compliment; however Rhiannon has another opinion in mind as she returns to standing in an upright position.
Rhiannon: It definitely was.
Then, simultaneously, Delilah & Rhiannon use their feet to shove Smithers into the pool. While he wades in the water, taking surprise on what just happened, the ladies share a laugh and then begins to leave the pool area.
Rhiannon: What an idiot.
Delilah: Yeah. But he’s a cute idiot.
Meanwhile, Smithers makes his way out of the pool. He is completely drenched and humiliated. But he didn’t care, he feels like a player.
Smithers: What can I say? I got game.
He fixes himself up and struts his way out of the pool area as the camera fades...