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| Halloween, promo's and mind melding; RP #3 Monica Vs. Zack | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 31 2007, 04:46 AM (18 Views) | |
| Monica Blaze | Oct 31 2007, 04:46 AM Post #1 |
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Rp #3 Monica “WildFire” Blaze Vs Zack Riley ~Thought~ ::Action/Thought:: [Name] that person is speaking in a dream to another. Thank you and have a nice day. Oh and do Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Meeting of Minds…(off Cam) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :: My children would be safe. De Luca might not understand, and Liam might just want me here to play mind games with me, but my children would not be involved. Or so I had hoped. I hoped and thought I might get SOMETHING I want but NOOO that’s just not how things go for me. The twins contacted Liam, and I don’t even know how. It’s gone though my mind over and over and I don’t know how they managed it. But they did. They managed to touch minds with their father, I knew he wouldn’t be able to track them souly on one encounter but I needed to make sure that nothing would be chanced. So Here I am, in my room in the darkness, thinking of something that would be of more importance to Liam than someone invading his mind. Someone who had a stronger energy level would do it but then he would know about me. I had to be creative. I had to see what he knew. Perhaps…if I had it in me I could pose as him. Well I could pose as a part of his mind. It was day now and I knew he would be sleeping, hating the human half of him and hiding from it, so I had to make my move now, while the children were at play and while I could perhaps get into his mind in a time when he would be off guard. He was always on guard however, this would take all my concentration, and if he woke, if he woke I would be caught. He could invade back and play the mind games he was known for. The main feelings and emotions that I was feeling right now such as the anxiousness about him, the worry about my match, about controlling my inhuman side and being human enough while still winning my match against the one phrase wonder of an opponent I had to be placed up against. Laying in bed my eyes closed I would search for him, search for his mind. Search for something to link me to him. I knew he would want to keep away from me, taunt me with games and questions as to why I was here and why he brought me, to what he knew if anything. What made him stand out amongst all sleeping minds however was not only his bloodline but the darkness which surrounded him, and I could feel my body jerk slightly from the slight chill that came along with the very sense of him. The wish for darkness and destruction was predominant, and it radiated off of Liam. That was how I found him, his hate for humanity, his wish to destroy humanity or what he could of it and send all survivors to purgatory was something you really can’t miss in this kind of situation. But I had to be careful about how I went about things. I couldn’t allow him to know it was me…If he knew what I was then he could feign care for me to get what he wanted from me, what I had to offer his bloodline. But to my shock and surprise as I crept into his mind under the guise of part of his subconscious…I walked in on something I never suspected. The bit of humanity in Liam, and to my amazement I was directly linked to what was holding him onto this world. Thoughts of joy, of contentment, and love filled my mind, visions of how we were invaded my senses. I could see, what I once saw, feel what I once felt, and it almost made me slip to the point where I let him know I was not only there but who I was. He loved me? The shock was so hard hit that in the darkness of his mind when he found me, noticed a presence I was unprepared to respond to him. Though good for me I have a quick recovery time, less I wanted him to think the shadow in his dreams was little more than what it appeared to be. :: [Liam]: Who are you? [Monica]: Ah just yet another part of the complexity which is yourself, Liam. [Liam]: I seem to have a lot of those lately… ~ Oh no he must mean the twins. Oh calm Monica … calm, think …think of something, anything to keep him off the scent of the twins’ and their curiosity and to concentrate on himself…perhaps even on these thoughts you thought were impossible for him to have.~ [Monica]: Perhaps it is all due to that woman being back in your life. You did after all ask for her to be here. Why do you wish a mortal in your presence? :: He always did have a thing for mortals were only that, mortal. But somehow I was different, and I wanted to know why. :: [Liam]: She…completes me despite what she may or may not be… :: He was so solemn when he spoke. Could he actually miss me? Ah but I couldn’t think of that now, but I did know he didn’t know I was anything more than I let onto be. In his dream like state he seemed to ignore me now and dwell on the memories which were keeping his human half human, memories of us…I still can’t believe it was memories of us… And the very memories which he thought of shook me from my trance, and away from him, away from Liam, who I wished to stay with… NO… I can not do this to myself or my family. I have to remain as I always have, I have to remain to him a mortal which will wither and die as he stays young. Someone who he is forbidden to love, someone who he is forbidden to be with, I must live out life as normally as I can, act as normally as I can. Besides the fact I’m the only woman to date who fights men and is proud of it, I’m very normal… or so I hope. All I can do now is lay in my bed and look to the ceiling. There is much to think about, much to do, much to accomplish really. I have to stay here and be the fighter I have always been. I can’t let Liam see my darker side, but I can’t let him think I am any lesser than I once was. He will surely think something is wrong if I hide my ability he took as a natural gift, the strength that led to his belief I was worth his time. If he only knew… :: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He speaks! (on cam) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Haha! You've gotta be freakin' kidding me! I'm supposed to go out there, and actually beat the holy hell out of a woman? I may not like it, but if I'm gettin' paid I guess I can. So this week, I'm going to wrestle circles around Monica Blaze. Not because I'm thr Urban Myth, not because I'm undefeated, but to prve to the world that women do NOT belong in the same ring as men. Bitch, if you think that you've got a shot this week, you'd best be in for a shocker, cuz' I'm not gonna break one of your damn nails, I'ma break your neck!" :: Now normally I didn’t start off a promo with my opponent’s promo but this was so short I was going to make the exception. As I sat on the couch with the tea-cup yorkie, that the children loved to dress up and play with I just seemed rather calm, and a little bit numb as I sat there in a t-shirt with a fed slogan for Mayhem on it and a pair of tight black leather jeans. :: Wow…that’s really all I can say… wow…The little goodie goodie can talk, not only can he talk, but he can say about a hundred or so words about me. This whole week that’s all he can say. I wonder who put him up to it, because apparently he can’t come up with these things on his own. So I’m guessing it’s someone with a few French fries short of a happy meal, and yet still have more than the half a brain of Zacky. That really isn’t hard to… but…. Just….WOW. :: I looked down to Toby and smiled at him. Putting him on the floor I motioned the camera to come closer. :: Watch this…speak Toby. :: The little dog would yip. :: See what I mean, you can teach a dog to speak, hell Toby can sing if I tell him to, but this…A word of advice to Zack. Next time you get someone to write on a queue card what you say, follow the following check list. If you can’t come up with something yourself that is. :: I just smirked and would start my list much like a teacher in the tone I used. :: One, make sure everything is spelled correctly. I notice a few times you either sound drunk or like you’re pretending to be black. I don’t know if that is intentional considering all the makeup you wear to make you pale, but you do sound like a high school poser. Why is it I could somehow see you dressing like Eminem and trying to be black? Somehow though I think you got the white rapper mixed up with Michael Jackson’s obsession to be pale, Zacky. :: Yeah I’m being cute so sue me. :: Two, when getting someone to write material for you, make sure that someone at least follows your gimmick, so you don’t sound like more of a moron than the whole “I wanna be black but I ain’t thing” does. I hate when people came on there and actually were retarded. It is one thing to act like your stupid for a skit it is another to actually be that way in real life! Honestly you don’t need to be in a federation you need to be getting some help, because apparently SOMETHING you have been smoking has left you with no brain. :: OK I’m a little mean but nothing he hasn’t heard before I’m sure. :: Three if you think that is what is called “match hype” than think again. I get more conversation out of the dog, or hell one of those mindless reporters say more asking a question than you did in your whole promotion. At least don’t tarnish the name of wrestling more by being so moronic that you can’t be more intelligent than some of these reporters or plague those with talent constantly. :: I just lean back and rub my temples a bit. :: And four, if you’re wearing more makeup than your FEMALE opponent, you know there is a problem. Seriously are you trying to be in some metro-sexual rock band, or are you trying to be a wrestler. I know you might have some wins over some people, but really I think you have just been down right lucky. You haven’t had anyone to test you and you haven’t had anyone to push you. And I am doing both my friend, and what do you come back at me with… you say exactly what I said you were going to. You played right into my hands…you made it too easy for it to even be fun anymore. :: I sighed as if he had indeed too the fun out of my game, and I was now pouting over it. With my youthful looks I can get away with that kind of thing quite easily, while still looking sexy as hell. :: I tried to make this interesting, I tried to make this main event worthy, but you, you sat back and when it came down to it gave a half assed, half brained comment that was sexist to boot. You know I have something to prove here, you know I am coming out guns BLAZING, so why mock me by giving one little comment. You know this is why Stryfe gets away with saying Revo is better than Mayhem. Because of dip shits like you. :: I was getting a bit angry now but I had reason for goodness sake. :: They have given a chance to woman here, and you are just being a sexist prick. When I beat you and shock you, the administration, or well at least half of the administration, and the world than perhaps then you will sit up and take notice. :: I rolled my eyes and stood up pacing a bit. :: But let me guess. You are going to play a Stryfe and explain a win with the terms “dumb luck” or something like that. No disrespect for our disciplinary whatever he is, but when I win, I hope for both our sakes you don’t go into the “dumb luck” BS. This federation will come to the sense that many have before it…that there are SOME woman out there who CAN and will make men seem like the inferior sex in this career we call wrestling. And in EWF Zack you shall be the first to get that realization beat into you. I’m not even going to really say anymore for the simple fact that you’re a loser in life, in wrestling, and you will always be, that and I need to take some children trick or treating. And sorry to say but I’m so confident about this match, that, that is what I’m doing the night before, not praying, not training, trick or fucking treating. Thank you and goodnight… :: I would stand and make my way from the room, as I walked the camera would watch me go intently though a slight mutter was heard as I walked away. :: God, what an ass clown. :: Before the camera zoomed in on the Mayhem logo on my back jeans pocket before going to a promotional commercial for the show. :: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trick or Trick?? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :: Taking the twins out for Halloween night, was something I enjoyed. I loved being able to act like a child again with them. At three, they already knew what they wanted to be for Halloween which was no surprise to me, Dominic was a Vampire Prince of all things, and Maria was dressed as a Demonic Princess, and I, well I was the demonic Queen of course. How real this really was, was quite eerie. The children knew nothing of their abilities, or so I hoped but they were drawn to the idea of vampires. They didn’t have fangs like their father, no they would be more like me… which I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing in this particular case. Another good side to dressing up was the ability to hide from the press with the help of a costume. The children were still very small and I took a wagon with us, one where they could sit in if they so pleased. Harris, the children’s body guard was also with us so he could pull the wagon while I interacted with the children. This was the first year they honestly understood what to do, and so I explained it to them again before we were to go to each door. :: Monica: Dear ones, remember what I told you, you say trick or treat and the nice people will put some candy in your bag. Maria: Mommy, what oes ick or eat mean? Monica: It means my love, that you get candy or they get tricked by the spirits that come out on Halloween. :: I tried to sound a little spooky but not too scary and the children just giggled. :: Dominic: Do ew mean dat we get candy or they get….in trouble? Monica: Kinda, but don’t worry everyone will give you lots of goodies. :: Our first few stops, the children did wonderful, and their costumes were commented on so well…I noticed them giggling a bit much but thought it was just part of the excitement. Until I looked over to Dominic who was staring at a pumpkin on one of the porches. :: Monica: Dom come along sweety. Dominic: Yes, Mommy. :: He whispered something to his sister but I didn’t catch it. We just had a wonderful time, until we got home and the children were all hyper from the adventure. The news was on and Nancy the housekeeper/Nanny was watching it…as the children poured their candy onto the floor to look at it. :: Monica: Don’t eat any until I check to see if all of its safe lovlies. :: I then turned to Nancy. :: Monica: What is going on? Nancy: It’s the oddest thing Miss. Monica…look.. :: I turned my attention to the television. :: News Reporter: An odd occurrence has happened, something people are saying is a bewitchment. Some say it is due to the over excess of the hallows eve spirit. But whatever it is, it isn’t natural. Today at exactly 9pm, all the pumpkins in the small suburb of Locus Hill, sat on fire. Screams were reported to have come from the pumpkins and owners and neighbors of those who handed out candy this evening are in total shock… :: I noticed the children listening and giggling… that is where we had trick or treated… and later they would go onto say all but one house was “tricked” …and I remember my son making a comment on how yummy their candy looked… Dear lord their just like their father… or worse…like me…:: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reflections….. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~How can I concentrate on this match when my children are at risk, and just putting themselves out there more and more. I know if Liam sees that he is going to think something is amiss. I know that something is going to go wrong damn it! And all I can do, all I can control is my match. This one thing I can do on my own, I can prove my worth, my strength, even using only mortal abilities I can prove feminine supremacy… Why that is put into my genetic code as a must I don’t know. Why I can never let Liam think he has total control over me I don’t know… Why I have this love for him and a hate for him because he would destroy all I hold dear, I’m not sure…but the only thing I’m sure of is this clown is not going to beat me at the game I am best at. The Mayhem ring has a new owner. Sparks may be president…De Luca may be General Manager, and Stryfe may be disciplinary whatever, but the Queen of that ring, the new dominant force in this federation…is none other than the one… the only…~ Wild Fire… :: I look into the mirror, watch as I let my hair down, put on a bit of makeup, and let my mind wonder. :: ~ I wonder to places of the past, I wonder about Liam, about what he thinks of me. I wonder about my children, and what they will become. I wonder if I was right to even bring them into this world, with a mother like me and a father like HIM. What was I thinking really? Who knows. When I chose Liam, I chose him because I needed to. Because I had no choice and I ended up loving him. And now I have to stay away from him to protect those I hold dearer than my own life. Yet, I am drawn to him by fate, by his will, and even by my own. All of this is considered as I ready myself for my match, icy eyes look into the mirror before me and I stare myself down. I stare at what I have become. What the once frightened little girl has turned into. She has become the one people fear, she has become the one people respect and idolize…and now…it has once again come to pass that I must prove myself, again to those around me. I must prove my worth. But in the back of my mind I wonder if it is all worth it. Is satisfying my need to hurt worth letting Liam see a side of me he might recognize as akin to himself? To put it simply yes it is. Because if I don’t go out there and destroy, I could very well end up being more a harm to my darlings than Liam ever could be. ~ Because you can’t contain wild fire…it will only blow up in your face if you do… ~So I won’t contain it… I’ll melt Zacky with it. ~ (End..For NOW) |
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