Post by Delilah Rayne on May 16, 2015 22:08:11 GMT -5
I don't run away from a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run toward it because the only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your feet.
-Nadia Comaneci
"It’s never easy for one to enter new surroundings, being the new person trying to fit in while attempting to walk the path you set yourself on to get to where you want to go. The challenge can be nerve wrecking to some people. But I’m not just anyone. I have been competing most of my adult life; as a competitive gymnast, a bodybuilder & fitness prospect, and as a professional wrestler. I’m used to being “the new girl” when I journey to different places & being around different people. I’m not rattled at all about finding my place. And as for being afraid, I never let it control me because at the end of the day, no matter how different and difficult the challenge is, one thing remains the same: my goal; to be the one standing on top of that podium, with people looking up at me, and be announced as a champion because for a woman like me….it’s what I’m born to do.
My name is Delilah Rayne. I’m the newest member of the Ladies All-Star Wrestling roster. And I am standing in a land of giantesses. The only thing is…I AM the giantess. And I’m going to love my new playground."
The Westin in St. Louis, Missouri provides the setting as the night begins to settle in on the city. On one of the top floors of the luxurious hotel, a room attendant, in the hotel’s uniform, is walking the halls, heading towards a particular room. Funny thing is, he’s not on staff at all. He’s actually a reporter for an TMZ-style online tabloid site who “pulled a few strings” to get access to the hotel. Via an inside tip, he was told that a young woman who recently signed for Ladies-All Star Wrestling earlier this day is staying in a suite on this floor. It didn’t matter who it was to the reporter, given that all the ladies in that organization are a big deal & are big news to their target audience. He just wanted to please his bosses and get this scoop on this newest prospect before anyone else does.
Finally, the reporter reaches the door of the said suite. He looks around the hall to see if anyone is around. He couldn’t afford to botch this mission. Then, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small pen, which it’s actually a video camera. With the discreetness of a private eye, he places the pen through the peep hole, which gives fairly good view of the room. He is hoping for the chance to get the woman getting dressed, coming out of the shower, or anything that would be considered newsworthy.
He peeks into the other end of the camera, adjusting the focus a bit to get the best view he can get. As he awaits his “money shot”, a woman’s voice breaks into the silence.
Voice: Enjoying the view?
Reporter: This is my shot. Go away.
The reporter never really got who he was talking to because to him everything was a blur after he was grabbed and his “private part” nailed, causing him to drop to the floor. After a while, the reporter starts to come to, trying to get the vision back in his eyes. He tries to sit up, but a powerful force slams him back down on his back, pinning him onto the floor.
Reporter: What the…
Then, he slowly regains his eyesight, he cranes his head towards his chest and notices a black patent leather peep-toe pump on his chest, pinning him down. He looks up and was both thrilled, and a little scared by the sight of a woman looking down at him with an icy cold stare. She is Delilah Rayne, the newest member of Ladies All-Star Wrestling. It appears she was just coming back from a dinner engagement and had a good time, looking great in the outfit she’s wearing. But that is the last thing on Delilah’s mind. Because with the stern expression she has now, Delilah is ready to kill….literally.
Delilah: A little late for an interview, don’t you think?
The reporter tries to sit up, but somehow he couldn’t let up to Delilah's weight as she firmly has him pinned down.
Delilah: What the hell are you doing outside the door of my room, huh?
Delilah presses down on the reporter’s chest with her foot, prompting him to grunt relentlessly.
Reporter: Are you crazy? Do you know I can sue you for this? You’ll be paying me plenty.
Delilah: That’s exactly what I was going to say about you, you f*cking pervert.
Then, Delilah waves his camera at the reporter. It’s clear to Delilah that she is making the reporter really scared now since she has possession of the camera, which has good footage of his previous stops in the hotel.
Delilah: And I bet you that my story will be much better than yours. Right?
Delilah then stomps on the reporter’s chest, causing him to grunt out in pain.
Delilah: Now I had a pretty long day. And I’m very much in a good mood. So here’s the deal. You are going to leave here and I am never going to see you again. If I do, I will personally see to it that you will never… pleasure yourself again.
Delilah then stomps on the reporter’s private area with her heel, causing him to grunt out in pain once more.
Delilah: Get hell out of here.
The reporter struggles a bit to get back on his feet, because of the pain. But he manages to do so. He wanted to say something in response, but he realizes that he’s in a losing position and he wants to disappear in a hurry. But…
Delilah: Aren’t you forgetting something?
The reporter turns to Delilah and notices her still holding up the camera, prompting the reporter to walk towards it. Just as he reaches out for it, Delilah drops it and drives her foot upon it, smashing to pieces! This callous act really depressed the reporter to no end. He really wanted to do something in response. Does he really think it would be a good idea to antagonize her further? Let alone a wrestler with a athletic & toned muscular physique like Delilah’s?
Delilah: Consider that as your “exclusive“. Now beat it, loser.
Before long, the reporter turns on his heels and leaves, having no choice but to take what has given to him. This was absolutely not the scoop that the reporter planned. But he’s grateful that only his camera was damaged…and a little bit of his machismo pride.
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A FEW DAYS LATER...
In the office in her penthouse apartment in Orlando, Florida, Delilah is standing by the window, looking outside of it. Her arms are crossed and her face shows no emotion, making it clear that she in deep in thought…of something that may not be pleasant. But in any event, it is in this kind of mode she is in is where she most likely doesn't want to be disturbed. She now looks down at an executive parchment that she has in her hands and examines it thoroughly. It is a copy of the wrestling contract of a the wrestling organization to which she has signed: Ladies All-Star Wrestling.
Moments later, Dalton Smithers eases into the office, unaware by Delilah’s sights.
Smithers: Penny for your thoughts, my most awesomeness.
Delilah rolls her eyes in response while keeping her emotionless state intact. Many of times she has instructed her favorite “servant” when she wishes to be on her own with her thoughts. But he’s already in the office, so it would be pointless for her not to at least respond.
Delilah: That’s right Smithers. At least you’re aware of what I’m doing. But obviously clueless to understand that I DO NOT wish to be disturbed! What do you want?
The stern tone of Delilah’s voice makes Smithers nervous as he advances forward, giving him the indication that what has bothered her hasn't gone away yet.
Smithers: Well, I…I..just wanted to see how you’re doing. And….
Smithers notices the contract that Delilah has with her and knows right away that it’s the contract.
Smithers: It’s about L.A.W. isn’t it? Delilah, you’re doing the right thing.
Delilah: I am, am I?
Smithers shoots out a confused look. He is completely thrown off by Delilah’s response. He didn’t know if she was genuine about it or being sarcastic. Much less, he doesn’t let any of that stop him from getting to the point.
Smithers: Well, the owner was a little too clichéd if you ask me. But we’re looking at a great opportunity here. And you…you can soar to new heights. Those guys should be more than fortunate to have a Goddess like you in their ranks. A conqueror of perfection, the divine being for all worshippers.
Delilah: Smithers…
Smithers: Yes…
It is for the first time that Smithers sees Delilah’s face as she turns around to confront him. However, he wished her expression was less morbid.
Delilah: Shut up!
Smithers then backs down and smirks. From time to time he does get carried away with his talking. But with his loyalty and admiration to Delilah, one can easily forget about the limitations.
Delilah: I am not the problem, Smithers. It’s been these promotions lately; these wide eyed upstarts who flash a lot of money and swear to the moon that they’re going to be the future of pro wrestling, yet their roster is less than perfect.
Delilah then makes her way towards her chair and takes a seat.
Delilah: Now don’t get me wrong, Ladies All-Star Wrestling has me very intrigued. And I can definitely see myself here. But what makes you think that organization is going to be any different than the other two, huh? What’s not going to stop this being another “flash in the pan” organization. You tell me that reason, Smithers.
Smithers: That reason is you, Delilah.
Meanwhile, Smithers goes over to kneel down at the edge of the desk…and center to Delilah’s attention.
Smithers: Allow me if I may, my gorgeous goddess. You made waves everywhere you went. You have taken those promotions, and the cities they represented, by storm. You have more worthless saps than you can stand falling over you; willing to go as far as to lick your precious toes just to get close to you. You are doing everything you said you were going to do thus far. Much more if you ask me. And in Ladies All-Star Wrestling, I don’t see this trend ending any time soon. Do you?
Delilah looks at her Smithers and can see the sincerity that his defining his face at the moment. Also she knows he would never lie to her for his infatuation over her (or her influence) is too strong for him to do such a thing.
Delilah: Are you really giving me some kind of pep talk here, Smithers?
Smithers: Is it working?
Delilah raises her eyebrow at him, letting him know who’s in charge.
Smithers: I know you don’t need it. But I will not stop doing it because I’ll do anything for you.
Delilah: I bet. But what do you know about being me? You don’t know what it’s like having these gifts and not having them being used with quality competition. But you don’t have to carry that burden when you’re a glorified gofer.
Smithers gives Delilah a mild look of shock, along the lines of he might be offended in what she just said. He gets back on his feet primes himself up to speak.
Smithers: Your Personal Concierge Ambassador. And I’m a damn good one at that. Working round the clock and very much well connected in using all of my resources in assuring that you get nothing but the best. And I am blessed with many skills people dreamed they had. I’m a whole lot more than just a lackey.
Throughout his entire “soliloquy”, Delilah was entertained by Smithers delivery of his job description. She knew exactly who he is to her. And she has no shame in letting him know where his place is with her.
Delilah: Make me some Green Tea.
Within a few seconds, Smithers feeling of pride returns to one of humbleness & pleasing.
Smithers: Would that be one or two sugars?
A sexy smirk creeps from Delilah’s lips as she stares directly at Smithers with bedroom eyes.
Delilah: Hummm…
She waves Smithers away and he immediately takes to his task. Being alone once again, Delilah picks up the contract once more and looks at it. She realizes that this is more than a document that she put her signature into…it’s a launching point to a new journey.
[CAMERA ON]
Delilah Rayne is sitting on a chair in her living room, her feet well is rested on a foot stool and her attention focused on the camera.
Delilah: Like what you see? You should be so lucky to have your eyes enlightened with such exquisite taste; that being me of course. But here you are, being allowed the privilege to do so, wishing you can get close to all of this.
Delilah giggles under her breath.
Delilah: My name is Delilah Rayne. And I am the most important woman you will ever know. Not only am I the most flawlessly gorgeous & the most athletically superior woman that your eyes have ever laid eyes on. But I am also…
Delilah takes a second to flex in front of the camera, showing off her toned muscles.
Delilah: …the strongest woman in professional wrestling. You will never find another woman like me. And if they even come close, they would still be miles away from achieving this greatness. I am an Alpha Female and I have officially signed to compete in Ladies All-Star Wrestling. And I am here for one reason: to redefine this petty little promotion and take it to heights they never knew existed….by simply being its leader and the face of the promotion.
I know that you’ve heard this time and time again from so many women. And with a selected few, they are good for it. But most of them who would say such a thing are all redundant and annoying, like scum that I scrape off the bottom of my shoes. These are the kind of women who would make themselves at home as being a mid-card attraction or enhancement talent: modern day cellar dwellers. These are the kind of women that I take pleasure swatting them away like unwanted pests on to make my way to the top everywhere I go. And I get everything I want. Whether it’s in life, or in the ring, there is no one who can resist my presence. I have the power to make those who I deem worthy beneficially profitable in stature or simply crush them out of existence (snaps her fingers) just like that if they’re stupid enough to cross me. As a matter of fact, I haven’t met anyone who hasn’t groveled before me either to be spared or me to be associated with them. That’s just the woman I am. When I see something that I want, I get it. And when I set my eyes onto something? Darling, it won’t be long before its mine.
Delilah smiles while placing some hair behind her ear. She reaches over the table and picks up a cup of Green Tea, which she takes a sip, and placing it back on the table.
Delilah: I know what each and every of you are thinking right now. It’s not hard to figure any of you out. How am I going to do this? Like I have to come up with some kind of plan to do such a thing; some kind of valid reason? If you really have to ask, then are dumber than I thought. I am worth more than any “plan” for success. I execute with force and intelligence. And my superior strength & wrestling skill…well, it will go without saying.
Almost on cue, Smithers peeks his head in front of the camera, much to the chagrin of Delilah, who’s none too pleased about it.
Smithers: Delilah is a woman of vision, people. And for anyone who questions her, find out quickly that they are no match for her. She’s awesome! She takes obstacles and makes them into stepping stones and…
Delilah: Smithers?
Smithers: Yes.
Delilah: Shut up!
Smithers: I’m sorry, Delilah. Just couldn’t help it.
He pulls his head out of the shot and continues to focus the camera on Delilah while she continues.
Delilah: (giggles) My dear Smithers. He’s average at best when it comes to intelligence and he incredibly annoying. But his loyalty to me is without bounds. He knows where he belongs: beneath me. But I still put him on a higher level than you fools…even when he’s sometimes out of line.
Delilah looks ahead and gives and raises her eyebrow in a menacing glare, which is clearly intended for Smithers. However, his face can’t be shown for his expression in response to it, for he is still operating the camera.
Delilah: I only deal in reality. I know my beauty supersedes any woman walking the planet. I know I am incredibly gifted. And most of all, I damn sure know what I can bring to the table. And with all of these attributes, I will be assured to reach that reality. And that is to be the top wrestler in LAW, going through the entire “roster” one by one, from the jobbers & curtain jerkers to the cream of the crop…and blow them away into non-existence. Entitlement would be too easy for me. I guess you can say that I am a strong proponent for earning things. I can say the same for my opponents as well. But the only thing they will be earning is defeat and humility, whichever comes first. Because you see, getting in the ring with a wrestling machine like me is like David going into battle with Goliath…a very sexy Goliath. You’ll never come out of it the same…unless I allow you to; long enough for you to acknowledge me as your superior before I extinguish you permanently.
Delilah tosses her hair to the side as she continues. She then gets up from the chair and makes her way to the balcony, which sports a breathtaking view of the beach.
Delilah: This brings me as to my debut match at Validation. Which is very interesting because I’m going to making my very first statement in L.A.W. by facing three other women: Joanna Tarzanna, some blonde Sasquatch who wants to act like she’s some Queen Of the Jungle, Aura Williams, a fellow newcomer who looks more like a flight attendant than a wrestler, and a woman who’s looking to “reboot” her L.A.W. career in Jenny Williams. It’s ironic that this PPV is named Validation. Although there are other matches on the card that has importance, this match here will be the most important. In this match, one woman is going solidify their status with a win as their starting point to climb to the top of the ladder. And I intend to be that woman to do it. As for the three of you, it will be the time that you will know their real purpose here in this promotion and be happy there will still a place for you. If you, or anyone else who’s watching this don’t understand this concept, then let me make it easy for you. I’m already a top draw in life. And I am going to be the top draw in the LAW roster.
There's a new movement on the horizon. And this woman is going to be moving forward. I'm ready to walk all over each and every one of you to get to the pinnacle that is made for me, standing on this world looking down at all of you. And you naturally look up at me, admiring the beauty & dominance that is me. And the genesis of this movement will begin at Validation where you three girls, and the whole world, will witness the rise of the newest savior, clearly defined by me with my hand raised high in victory…and the three of you crushed under my boot. How's that for added pressure, little girls?
Delilah ends her point by giving a little flex for the camera, along with a sexy smirk to complete her sexy composure.
Suddenly, Smithers invites himself into the shot, standing side by side with Delilah.
Smithers: Welcome to the era of “The Alpha Female”, peasants.
Delilah turns to face Smithers. She seems a little annoyed about being interrupted again, but she lets it pass as she turns to face the camera, crossing her arms in front of her and keeping her sexy smirk.
Delilah: Exactly what he said.
The pair continue to looks at the camera with conviction as it fades to black.