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Post by Eden on Aug 24, 2021 19:57:51 GMT -5
MATCH #04 TOP MID CARD CROSS-BRAND SINGLE FALL
GWENDOLYN BLACK [VS] KASSANDRA
PROMO LIMITS 1 PIECE @3000 OR 2 PIECES @1500(e) DATE: SEPTEMBER 18, 2021 | DEADLINE: MIDNIGHT FRIDAY 9/17
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Post by Lady Gwendolyn Black on Sept 16, 2021 22:36:50 GMT -5
There ain't no grave... Can hold my body down...
A black screen is shown. Then some inhaling breathes can be heard. Then after a few moments, exhaling breathes can now be heard.
There ain't no grave...
Can hold my body down...
Heavy breathing can still be heard.
Eight... Nine...
When I hear that trumpet sound...
I'm gonna rise right out of the ground...
Eleven... Twelve...
Ain't no grave...
Can hold my body down...
Screen flickers on much like a television. We now get a camcorder view of "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black, this time from a worm's perspective. She is fully clad in her ring attire, wearing assorted black, red, and white designs, symbols, and colors. Above him, perhaps six heads taller than her own height is a common steel pull-up bar.
Well, look way down the river...
And what do you think I see....
The lyrics continue to play from the music-playing device that is beside the camcorder. The fighter is drenched in sweat from a long workout, raising his arms above his head to start stretching his triceps reveals a long surgical scar along his left side ribs, ribs currently that have a few new bumps and bruises from a fairly recent beating.
I see a band of angels...
And they're coming after me...
Lady Black grips her left side with her right hand and twists her upper body back and forth a bit, a few cracks of the spine are loud enough for the camcorder's mic to pick up, as is the sharp intake of air in response to the pain in her body.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black One thing I've learned from every beating. Every single one, no matter if it's during a simple sparring match or a near calamity of the body...
Ain't no grave...
I can't give up.
Can hold my body down...
Lady Black stares down at the camcorder, running her left land through her wet and matted slightly shorter hair, once again revealing some scars on her ribs. A small shake of the head before she looks back up at the bar high above her head mutters a few unheard words, and jumps straight up, catching the bar in both hands and hoisting her body up over and over again.
There ain't no grave...
Heavy breathing can be heard now.
Can hold...
Strained counting can now also be heard.
My body down...
Then the screen fades to black. ------------------------------------------------------------- A punch can be heard impacting something. Then the camera catches that is a punching gag recoiling. The chain holding it up rattles a bit.
You are... My angel...
Heavy breathing can be heard once more along with shuffling of feet.
Come from way above... To bring me, love...
The air is tense.
Zero. One.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black First lesson, Kassandra. Honor has its time and place. An opponent should be prepared the moment the bell rings. A turned back or a blindside should be no reprieve from the offensive. The first lesson will not be forgotten.
Her eyes...
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black The second lesson, self-taught. Test the honor of those before you. Respect if they pass. Teach them if they fail. The second lesson will become a staple from now on.
She's on the dark side...
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black The third lesson, long since taught, will never stop being repeated. Unconsciousness longs to bring everyman into the waiting arms of a loss. Neutralize. The temptation of a warm sleep in the middle of the ring has to be fought harder.
Every man in sight...
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black The third lesson will be learned and forgotten until you finally fail the test.
To love you, love you, love you love you, love you, love you love you, love you, love you...
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black The final lesson of the night... Punch with such impact that your opponent will know the taste of your strikes. And that'll make them hit back with that same amount of force or more. Stare every defeat in the face.
The punching bag recoils.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black Grow stronger. Progress your narrative that is known as life.
The chain of the bag rattles.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black And send them running in fear, When you come to avenge them...
You are my angel Come from way above
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black And the crowd will love you.
To love you, love you, love you love you, love you, love you love you, love you, love you love you, love you, love you
The punching bag can be heard thudding to the ground. As we see, "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black walking away into the darkness as the scene fades to black. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then we fade onto a note posted onto a door leading to a different area of where we last saw, "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black.
Note We're building up to Dystopia and a potential chance to earn a shot at the World Title or for that matter any singles titles that I damn well want to challenge for. But lately, something has been sticking in my mind more than anything else.
"You're the kind of lady people want to cheer for. You're very intense, and it comes across nicely. A lady who has taken his lumps and faced embarrassment is always good. But don't be afraid to share that."
The lessons, reflections, and bitterness from prior matches are slowly being pushed aside by that quote.
"Don't be afraid to share that."
The problem with that is, in my head at least, that talking about myself is one of the many things that helped me fall. Not in quite the same sense or context that Blade brought up... but once you've burned your skin on a match, you become wary of every fire.
I suppose, if at least part of what created my life is disclosed, at least in this book, it might help me push myself further than I am allowing myself to go.
But I am precarious to absolutely push my limits, for I am at times not wholly convinced of how deep the renewal of the spirit, mind, and heart has become in the years' post of destruction.
But for perhaps sanity's sake... Here is my effort:
My name is Gwendolyn Amelia Black nee Ross. Born to my father; Charles Ross of Irish descent and Antonia Freichsburg, my mother of German descent, in America in the lovely city of Richmond, VA.
I will omit the rather dull portions of childhood in favor of what's more important. I have been around violence my entire life.
This does not suggest I came from a violent home, where my parents went rounds with each other in physicality. But rather, it is hard to stay away from knowing, learning, and participating in subjects of violence when your mother was in the military and your father was a wrestler and martial arts instructor.
Violence, at least in this chapter, does not reflect the same violence in another.
I grew up with my mother's war stories. When I was old enough, or just wore her down enough, I learned that she killed people as part of her job. As I grew ever older, I learned that she was able to wash away that portion of her life as if it never occurred thanks to the man that my father is. This... This portion may be a reflection of another chapter, as I too could abolish my feelings, but for different reasons.
I grew up inside a gym, a dojo, and quite often with my back on the ground.
Like most fathers who were also trainers, my own was not easy on me but it was never asked of him to be easy on me. He'd teach me through violence. I blocked a punch because he swung at me. I avoided being rag-dolled by planting my feet. I learned because he respected me enough, even in the younger years of teenhood, to treat me as if he fully believed I could handle all he threw.
And I did. Or at least I think I did, as now and then his lessons ended in blackness.
But I learned how to fight. How to defend oneself. How to show respect.
But... Not all lessons fully keep when the right, or in the case of future chapters, the wrong position presents itself.
Then the note flies into the air as we see "The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black standing a good distance away from where the note was left.
"The Soulless Queen" Lady Gwendolyn Black Kassandra, I am going to leave you with these parting words. BE PREPARED FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE! I May appear to be pushover or just strictly a tag competitor but don't overlook me or you will get The Queen's Lockdown placed upon you!
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Post by the Hive on Sept 17, 2021 7:55:11 GMT -5
The flame seemed mostly blue tonight with the tinge of Silver within it. The cameraman immediately picked up the torch from the stand which held it, then pulled the chamber door open. As he stepped through, the city even though it had been darkened lit up the sky. The Door then slammed behind the cameraman who did not even flinch, as he knew he was trapped here until such time, as the girls were done with him. The cameraman carried the torch into the city, followed by a tall woman in a black hood. She also carried a torch, but it was bluer than the one the cameraman was carrying. She threw the robe she was wearing on the ground, as the woman revealed herself to be Danae, as she nodded to the cameraman. The keeper arrived at the city entrance to greet the cameraman.
“Miss Kassandra has been expecting you, she knows the journey leads through dark places, and through the Queen which she apologizes that she cannot meet you on her own. She is trying to ensure everything is ready…”
The keeper pushed the gate open for the cameraman but waved her hand no as Danae tried to pass her, as she pointed back up to the hill where she belonged, Danae growled at her but nodded as she dropped the torch on the ground, the keeper then stomped out the flame that happened to be the one that caused the perfect distraction for Danae to slip past her and slam the door. The keeper banged on the door knowing what has happened. Kassandra then appears from the shadows, as She looked at the cameraman ushering him forward. She then turned to Danae, who was still following the cameraman in. She then stopped her, looking at her face to face.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: Now is not the time for you to be playing games. Go, she will never know you were here. She expects that you will guide him to me, after that you go home, and you wait for him to come to you.
Danae nodded offering her hand to Kassandra as they shook hands pulling in close, as Danae vanishes into a blinding light storm. Kassandra then looked at her guest getting him to follow her, down the main path, as she took the torch from him, she smiled softly, as she began her walk seeing the stores light up as they pass.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: Last week did a tag team match with my friend and my tag team partner, this week I must face someone who also has a tag team partner. Don’t ever get me wrong, I will not be taking the Lady Black lightly. Former tag team champion, multiple times with her partner. But there is the fact that we may be a young tag team, Danae and I but we’ve been tagging just about as long as Lady Black and Ms. Ross. Will she become one of the new souls that resides within each building within this world? Or will she get her win, and remain intact, so that I must find a new way to claim her soul.
Kassandra then takes the torch from the cameraman looking evilly over at the window as the souls inside the building move away as Kassandra tosses the torch through the window. The building then begins to erupt on fire, as she watched for a moment then she disappears, as the cameraman watches kind of in horror, still in shock as she had done what he had expected her to do. He then turns back to the path which he begins to follow as Kassandra looks down from one of the closer buildings, following the cameraman slowly. Two howls are heard in the distance, as the cameraman jumped. Kassandra was unphased knowing the Queen and the Silver Wolf were close. “The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: In the truth, this week presents a unique opportunity to me, as I have been undefeated since I have been on Dystopia. That includes, the International Champion two weeks ago, and Lilith Evans. Wasn’t she part of the original crew for the Soulless Sisters? I guess they had forgotten the dead weight that was dragging them down. So, in that moment if the fall comes of the lady, then I have defeated 2/3 of the Soulless Sisters in that period. Don’t mind the wolves, they don’t harm the people that I invite in, but they are roaming because they are hungry…
Kassandra winked as the cameraman looked frightened, as two wolves came into view, one an Albino with bright red eyes. The other a black wolf with silver eyes, the cameraman pressed himself up against a building slipping towards a dark alley, as a Hand grabs him pulling him around a building. Kassandra eyes are bright blue now, as she investigated the cameraman as she looked around the building. She then tilted her head to the side as she raw a claw against the cameraman’s face as he looked frightened.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: Did you think they were the only ones? We are a pack, a hunting trio that comes together, while one of the others are still themselves. See as the time progresses, we are one, the Hive, has their own agenda. Now this week my chance is at Lady Black, next week who knows where the dice may fall. Lady black, your previous experience in matches, show you are the competitor that I expect you to be, and I have watched from the distance. Now is the chance for me, to prove myself against a competitor of your magnitude.
She then scratches the face of the cameraman then disappears. He turns out seeing the other two wolves have disappeared as he holds his cheek, then begins running down the block. The souls in the buildings slamming their hands on the windows as he does, he looks at them, then forgets about Kassandra as she re-emerges looking at him, holding up a white scarf as he stopped removing his hand from his face.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: Everything wrong with the world can be fixed simply. The queen has shown me that path. I was once broken, and I could not remember my own path. Then she introduced me to Danae, and the world just seemed right. Lady Black I assume you found that with Ms. Ross, that is why you are as successful as you are.
Kassandra then gets another torch as she tosses it up and kicks it into the building next to her. She looks over not caring about what was inside, as she turned back to the cameraman again tilting her head to the one side.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: Everything that has happened is just a figment, everything you experience is a lie, we can offer… the truth…
Two other women appear behind her. Kassandra nods to both as she continued to look at the cameraman.
All three: The truth, is one and one is the truth. We shall set you free, did you find them yet?
The cameraman reached into his pockets, digging out the two gold coins, as he holds them up Kassandra nodded as she took the coins from the cameraman putting them in her hand. She laughed as she turned back to him.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: Those coins are my ticket… and your ticket to freedom. Maybe now you can see the truth.
Kassandra then lifts her hand and blue lightning hits the control spire dissolving it. The gold coins vanish out of Kassandra’s hand, as she watched the cameraman approach her.
“The Blue-Eyed Wolf” Kassandra: the power of the spire does not control me, anymore. You may go and rejoice the world with what you have learned.
The door appears as the cameraman pulls it open the world fades to black as the cameraman pulls the door shut behind him.
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