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Cupcakes and Promos; Monica Vs Zack RP#1
Topic Started: Oct 27 2007, 10:06 PM (28 Views)
Monica Blaze
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Monica Blaze aka Wild Fire Vs. Zack Riley
RP #1 of ?
~Thought~
::Thought/and or action::


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Cupcakes…(Off Camera)
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:: Do you ever have one of those days, where someone springs something on you, and you can’t get mad, you just have to do whatever it is they ask of you. Well this is one of those days for me. I’m in my kitchen making over one hundred cup cakes for a pre school class. Now there may be only fifteen kids in this little class, but you have to consider parents, some will come to the little function so say each kid has one parent, that is thirty cupcakes, then there are four teachers, counting the aids, so thirty four, and THEN you take into consideration those people who want seconds, what if children bring siblings, what if they bring more parents, what if some want to take a treat home.

Yes, I considered all of this when my three year old’s teacher brought to me the job of “cup cake maker,” honestly who gives a three year old a not for their mother? She could have handed it to me a number of times when I pick Mary up, she could have done a lot of things but no she waited until I find the note a day before and get a call from the teacher asking if I have the note. I pay for my kids to get some time with other children and not spend every waking moment with me, I mean top dollar since Maria and Dominic already knows how to read thanks to me and that school, but I don’t see how when the teachers are that stupid...

So I was stuck making cupcakes, but I really didn’t mind. I was glad my children were normal enough to interact with other children. Even if the other kids went every day and my kids only went maybe twice a week. They are special kids, not special as in they ride the short bus, special as in they have great abilities. But that’s for another time, point is they are too close to one another, I need to make them more social so when my manager comes to call to I am assuming talk business I just keep working, half the decorated and elaborate cupcakes done and half still to make, and just start talking. ::

Monica: So Jackie, what did I do now?

Jackie: It’s what you’re not doing. You should be training for your match with Zack Riley.

Monica: Zack Riley… interesting guy… more interesting since I get tossed into the main event with him…

Jackie: You don’t think something is awfully strange about this whole thing? You might have a great record for the underground rings Monica, but you’re not exactly the poster child for main stream American wrestling.

~ Why do I get the feeling that as a wrestler I should be getting a little insulted by that comment? But hey Jackie is Jackie. ~

Monica: Oh what people can’t have faith in me? Someone saw me in London, or something, no big deal.

Jackie: You always do this you always brush things like this off. Does nothing bother you?

~ I would like to tell you the truth…something does bother me…you nagging me and keeping me from making these damn cup cakes. ~

Monica: Well let me think about that and get back to you. Right now I have to finish cupcakes for the twins’ pre-school class.
Jackie: You have got to be kidding me. When are you going to learn you can’t just put everything on the back burner for those kids, haven’t you ever heard of having your own life, and worrying about your own career? And why are you even making those you know the kids can’t stay at that day care long your moving remember?

~ Oh… she didn’t go there…no…no she didn’t…~

Monica: …Jackie you’re skating on thin ice. I have a career, I think about it all the time, but because I’m not going to let some Crow want to be freak me out, or the fact that I’m main eventing in a debut match bother me bother me, doesn’t mean that I am neglecting anything. And I know that this is their last week, all the better to have them have a party there before they have to leave their little friends.


Jackie: What friends, they hardly play with the other children…

Monica: … I know… but at least they can…

~Yes, I can be stern when I want to be, hell I can be outright serious, when someone pisses me off. But right now I have a good mood. I’m in a great mood really, and why shouldn’t I be. An offer from one of the best federations out there, and a happy family, what more can I ask for? But what she said echoed in my mind. The children would have their last week…in a school they had done alright with…one of only a few, they could control themselves in… Maybe it was better if they were to stay home and out of sight for awhile. Just until I get settled in…~


Jackie: Ok…Ok Monica…It’s just you really need to stop putting the kids on a pedestal.

~ Ok I see this is not going to go well. ~

Monica: Jackie, when you have a kid, you tell me your views on children then. Until then I have to get 120 cupcakes done, then I have to train for my match, shoot a few promo’s, maybe do an interview or two. Because if you haven’t noticed I am the only Diva on the Mayhem Roster, I have thought of why I could be in the main event. I’ll tell you why. I’m there to be beaten, Stryfe would LOVE for me to get my ass kicked. I caught his show, despite what you think I do listen.

~ Yeah she was getting her ass chewed out, but manager/friend or not she wasn’t getting away with telling me my job was more important than my child. ~


Jackie: I-

:: I know my eyes are turning a bit bright, and I also know that the fact my canines can seem unnaturally pointy at times frightens Jackie. But I want to remind her…Who she is dealing with. ::

Monica: Shut up, I’m not done. He has this sexist complex about how woman should not be allowed with men. So I’m put on Mayhem with someone who apparently has half a brain. But they are testing me. You know if I lose, how that would make me look, how it would make the federation look, the Mayhem show look? You think I want to make woman look bad. I am here to show them that I can play with the boys, and kick their ass’, that’s what I intend to do. I intend to make Mikey Sparks realize he did a good thing by allowing me no restrictions, by letting me on the Mayhem Roster, I am going to make Alexander Stryfe eat his words, and I will be the biggest sensation EWF has ever seen. They expect me to fail, even those who support me I’m sure expect me to fail but I am not a failure and I am not a quitter. I will show people exactly what my intensive training as done, and that a woman can be as good as a man. But I will not be any less of a mother to my children while doing it. DO I make myself clear?

:: Yes, I’m sure Jackie didn’t like being talked down two by an eighteen year old, someone 10 years her junior, but she worked for me, and I bore a whole right through her. With a bit of frosting on my cheek and a little batter in my hair I still can intimidate the hell out of anyone, and I do mean anyone. It is part of what my father calls the “Blaze Stare.” I have eyes like ice, and I use my stare on those who have gotten a bit on my bad side, and my manager is no exception at the moment.

They seem to change with mood, but there is a good reason for that of course. But of course it is something even I don’t discuss. I can be wearing leather or an apron and still pull this off, something I’m quite proud of. And as I watch Jackie’s eyes I know, I know she is afraid. Why? Because I am not always the good mother, I am not always the sweet young woman… I am not always as I am now…And the people in this federation may not know this side of me …exists yet but my Manager is WELL aware. ::

Jackie: My mistake…Monica excuse me…

Monica: No problem Jackie.

:: My voice is lightened and I get rid of the seriousness like it was never there. Yeah I know I’m good. I had to calm down anyway; I knew the children were coming. My precious little ones that I had to commonly pass off as my siblings, with as young as I look; only a few people would believe it possible. Maria would scamper in first, in her little pink nightgown with frills at the bottom. She has the same unnaturally fire colored hair as I do, though it isn’t dye, not by a long shot. Those eyes like mine, pale flesh, angelic features. While my son was slightly darker looking like his father. His eyes are still light though, just a little duller than Maria’s. He was in his little P.J’s of dark blue, which buttoned down the first front and had a little pair of matching pants racing after his sister. I knew they were coming before Jackie even noticed they were up. Let’s just say like their father I have my ways. Even if he didn’t even know about them, I looked to the twins and would wipe my hands off as I motioned to the table where their pancakes and eggs were waiting for them. ::

Monica: And how are my rays of sunshine this morning?

Maria: Fine Mommy!

Dominica: Me too!

Monica: Did you both sleep well?

:: I just walk to the table and each would come for a hug and then I helped one and then the other into their booster seats. Their food was already cut up for them and all that goodness so they could go right to eating but of course, as always they wanted kisses first. ::

Maria: Mommy are the cupcakes done?

Dominic: Can we have one for breakfast!?

Monica: No cupcakes for breakfast but if you both are good I’ll make you both a smoothie later.

:: They just smiled to me and I look over to Jackie as if daring her to say something. She just tossed her hands up and walked out. She would learn someday, that my children were all that mattered. And I would do anything to protect them… even kill…Even if it was the only man I ever loved…But there was no way he would find us here. This was the start of a new life. I was in a new fed far from London…and it would really begin when the ref degrees me the winner over Zack … I wonder what he did to get this humiliation in this formerly sexist federation… I guess I will have to see. ::

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Meet… Monica Blaze (on camera)
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:: My first addressing of the public, is not exactly one that is too very out there or original. That is for another day, but today it is just a brief introduction. And as I am in my best “hello kitty” shirt, and teeny popper jeans, that really look oh so wrong on my more then womanly figure I look the epitome of innocence. Live from my living room I just cross my legs and look pretty. Look right into the camera and start talking. Of course the promo was introduced on the channel where the federation likes to put these little things as my “hello” to the world, federation, and my opponent, and I’m not about to disappoint. I look as sexy as possible while looking as innocent as possible…sometimes its hard when your eyes have a bit too much brightness and your canines can be a bit sharp. Though I have fooled smarter people, and more knowing about what kind of being I am, into thinking I am nothing more then a mere mortal. So this, this is a piece of cake. ::

Well let’s see where to begin? I would first like to take a moment to thank the administration, mainly Mr. Sparks, and Mr. De Luca for their opportunity to show the world that woman are just pieces of eye candy to be placed in the ring, only against other woman, for a title no one really cares about. Considering most just watch the Diva’s to see cat fighting, hair pulling, bra and panties matches and so on, I am honored to have the first match on mayhem to be a mixed match.

:: That’s right I’m smiling pretty for the camera, giving a bit of a sexy look here and there. I know how to play people… hell I could speak in a boring office and wear rags and people would eat out of my hand. Just the way my tone is, the way I can move my body in slight ways to accent more admirable qualities. ::

As you can see I am not the largest woman in the world. I am still quite feminine, quite sexy from what people tell me and from the way men drool as I pass speaks volumes. So how can I someone who is lighter, shorter, overall from a gender which is known as being more delicate then males, compete with a man? Well EWF fans, I have been assured I was chosen for this very purpose, to show woman can compete with men, by Mr. DuLuca himself. He knows, what you and my competitor may not know, that I may be young, I may be lovely, but I have trained since my childhood with a father dedicated to the art of combat in various styles to make the factor of overall brute strength become null-and-void.

:: Little to people know exactly how… much strength I have. But of course I have to make things look real. ::

Though the choice in my opponent is not the best in the world, it has gotten the attention of being the main event on the clearly superior show in EWF. Yes Mr. Stryfe I listened to your show, and I heard what you had to say about the Diva’s of Mayhem. But you neglect to realize I am the only Diva here who has the backbone to stand up to men. I invite you to watch this week as I take a man and show him that some woman can and will be able to take down the men of Mayhem, and hopefully someday, your sexiest little show will become enlightened as well. I’m sure if you had your way men would still be treating woman as property and dragging them in and out of caves by their hair. Let’s hope that I can reeducate you.

:: My voice becomes even more cute, and I know people are looking at this and watching me with scrutiny. But what could they find as a flaw? ::

Speaking of my opponent Mr. Zack Riley, it seems you have had an easy way of things as of late, but I assure you I will not be so kind as to give you a match where you can just win without a true fight. I’m sure you would love to pin me, and are more then likely thinking this is some reward getting to touch a woman, or a punishment having to beat on a woman. I think if this was revolution you would have that mindset that would be the reason behind this match. But on Mayhem they recognize a woman for the well trained and lethal entities they can become. Not all women can do that, but unlucky for you I can.

:: I notice the point of my canines have become slight and mental control has to be exerted to keep myself from getting a little excited. It seems people who have been in the ring with me seem to think I’m some monster because of when I get too into things certain aspects show, that the camera doesn’t pick up. But with such a close up I can only hope no one of non human blood is watching my every moves as mortals do. ::

Now I know some of you will be wondering if I’m nice or not, if I’m one of the phycho’s you run into so much. But you know what? I think I’ll let you figure that one out. But remember books can’t always be judged by their covers. Just like I won’t judge Mr. Riley, since he resembles in my mind a clown with his tastes and his inconsistencies in well… everything. If you’re going to look like an emo, gothic want to be at least don’t be so damn cheery. Yeah, I know, I know the whole pale, odd look is a statement? Yeah, I’m sure it is. So before you go on any rants Zack about saying how I’m a woman and you feel sorry for little me, think about something. I’m against someone who can’t decide If they are a good boy, bozo the clown, or someone who cuts themselves up for fun. So I’m not exactly pleased with this situation either. I think I could have gotten a better match, but I think in a way the administration just wants to test me.

:: And I will go through these tests, yet the scores might shock and disturb more then one person here. ::

Seats will be booked solid to see if a woman can beat a man you know that? They will be chomping at the bit to see me get hurt, and hoping I can defy all logic and kick your ass. You get the pleasure of trying to pin me, you could look at it that way, or you could look at it in a real point of view. I’m not going to be an easy win for you Zacky. I’m the new EWF crowd bringer. I’m what they all want to see… I’m cute, sexy, sweet, and I can beat anyone DeLuca puts in front of me.

:: Again I made my voice almost childish but the smirk on my lips tells that it is a façade, but quite a good one. And very enjoyable, to those watching I’m sure. ::

You might be wondering why I’m on the defensive. Well it could be you don’t even address your match, or your opponent, it could be the mail I get saying I’m going to lose, it could be the press thinking I will be murdered. It could be that I don’t like you. Who knows, I could just be RANTING. But one thing you can be sure of, if I’m not your normal girl, I’m not here to be a prissy little Diva on someone’s arm, I’m here to show all the little people out there in TV land and at the arena how a real woman does it. And all I have to say to you and the others, especially the Diva’s on Revolution, watch and take notes.

:: I really don’t think too badly of the Diva’s yes I must roll my eyes when I mention them. Make it seem as if I disrespect them. Yet they are only mortal, so I know not to judge too harshly. Yet I am also pretending to be normal as they are, so I must do my part to be disgusted. ::

Ah but that’s enough for now. I’m sure you will see me again soon, because unlike you Zacky-pooh, I’m not a coward who is afraid of a little camera. And if you think I’m just not worth the time, I feel the same about you, but I’m still here talking. Just because you think your opponent is a weakling doesn’t mean you ignore them. Because it could come back and bite you..

:: A lick of my lips, a zooming in to my features, and the promo is over… and I can get back to more important things. After blowing a kiss to the camera and saying one last thing. ::

Until next time…

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…DuLuca is Going to Die…(off camera)
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:: So all went well, I made a promo which was not bad nor good in a way. It was very neutral if I do say so myself. So as I’m doing my thing, training as I normally do, in the dead of night I have to say I was a bit surprised to see Jackie come in looking so glum. I of course being a curious creature had to ask her what was wrong yet I never once stopped hitting the punching bag in front of me as I weaved about, in a tight little work out tank top and a pair of silken red workout shorts. ::

~God I must look like a promotion for Nike or something….~

Monica: What it is?

Jackie: How did you know I was even in here…

Monica: Good hearing remember…

Jackie:… I think the shock made me forget.

Monica: Shock?

Jackie: You might want to sit down for this…

Monica: What?

Jackie: Well don’t say I didn’t warn you…I found out the real reason you are here…

Monica: Well I thought there had to be some odd enough reason, go on tell me its not because of my talent.

Jackie: It is…well half of it…but I think some of it might have to do with someone on the Revolution Roster…

Monica: Ok now you have succeeded in losing me.

Jackie: Liam is here…

:: I heard my hand go through the bag, but I didn’t feel the sting it should have brought on. My wrapped hand was bleeding, I could smell the blood, and sense the warmth on my hand but pain was something that could not reach me. Not now. Not at this moment. Sand began to run from the punctured bag, blood stained grains hitting the floor below and my look when I looked to Jackie was something I am fairly certain would have made anyone else run out of the room screaming. ::

Jackie: … I… I know your not happy Monica…but…

~ This can’t be true…~

Monica: Get me out of the contract….

Jackie: I can’t…

Monica: What do you mean you can’t!?

:: It was as if I’m watching myself but I can’t understand what I’m doing. I’m across the room in a second with my manager’s throat in hand and she is off the ground. The woman who outweighs me by at least twenty pounds is held up as the veins in my right arm bulge slightly. And she has no way to speak but through choked gasps as both her hands fight madly to untangle my grasp. ::

Jackie: I didn’t know… I …

:: Her hacking seems to make me wake up a little and she is discarded onto the floor like some rag doll one of my children are done playing with. In the darkness of the training room my eyes glow slightly and the normal, happy, cheery, girlish, Monica Blaze, is no more. No she is replaced by something that is made of nightmares, darkness, seduction… ::

Monica: Maria and Dominic will not be let out of the house unless I know no one is watching us. They are not to be mentioned to the press, as far as this new federation is concerned they do not exist. And you will get me out of my contract as soon as possible, that or I will get myself fired. I’m sure an assaulted DeLuca won’t keep me around. You just do your job until this matter is fixed.

:: As I’m about to turn away she stops me, not the wisest move in the world. ::

Jackie: Monica why don’t you just tell him….

:: Her voice is hoarse and she is still coughing slightly…my hands just turn to fists as I speak. ::

Monica: I have explained that to you Jackie… you wouldn’t understand…

~ No mortal can understand…~


Jackie: I’m sorry I… I’ll do as you say…

Monica: I know you will…

Jackie: Where are you going…?

Monica: To pay my boss a visit…

~ I think Jackie was worried Motherhood has made me soft, oh she couldn't me more wrong...it hasn't made me soft, its made me deadly. ~


(To Be Continued…..)


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