Post by Sylver Morrigan on May 27, 2008 22:40:36 GMT -6
The scene opens on Sylver Morrigan's patio, the morning after TIT. We see Morrigan lounging in black yoga pants and a tight white tank top, sipping a steaming cup of tea and smoking a cigarette. Two of her cats are also lounging around; the third, a small white one, is busy chasing and trying to catch a gecko.
Morrigan: Well, that was a interesting experience. Dudley and The Gladiator put on a great show... too bad Fenyx Kayne had to jump in and get involved uninvited.
The white cat finally catches the gecko, and proudly struts toward the shade of the table with her new catch in her mouth. The other two cats watch her; Morrigan's calico cat jumps down to inspect the gecko, and is promptly smacked by the white cat.
Morrigan: Now, now, you two cut it out. The accomplished hunter enjoys the spoils of her victory alone. She's not intersted in sharing.
Kind of like me. When Kayne felt the need to jump in and try to get noticed, well I couldn't stand by and let him get any glory to be had for himself!
If there were any glory to be had, and for many of us, there is no glory to be had at the hands of Dave Dudley. I'm not surprised that we all laid each other out by getting involved. Nor am I surprised that Dan Hampton was the only one to survive basically unscathed. Even though I have wrestled with him before, even been part of a tag team with him, his reputation precedes him, and it would be wise to not enter any fray that erupts between Hampton and Dudley. Consider that a piece of friendly advice for the future, Kayne.
But that will be where the friendliness ends. While I appreciate your opinions expressed during your last interview, I must point out that I do have a name, and it would be wise of you to learn it before I hand your ass to you at TTT. And while I find it admirable, even cute, of you to let us all know that being on your bad side is not a good place for us to be, you would be well advised to steer clear of angering me anymore than you have with your immature cat-lady banter and by threatening me with your vengance.
And, of course, I am literally shaking in my boots at the prospect of you giving me my come-uppance at TTT. Really, I am.
Morrigan sips her tea and lights another cigarette, as the white cat chomps the gecko in half and swallows the front half whole.
Morrigan: I don't know what you were trying to prove by interfering in the match at TIT, but you failed miserably. I am no more frightened of you than I am of the gecko my kitten is currently ingesting. And while you may think you talk a big game, we'll see what you do in the ring. And if you can handle the Morrigan.
She pauses, thinking back to her past in ICW, realizing that with all the history that she ever revealed, one thing was never, ever made clear...
Morrigan: Ooh, wait, no one really knows what the Morrigan is... no one knows why my name is Sylver Morrigan. Well, no time like the present to clear up that one little matter. Sylver, of course, in reference to the color silver: the color of the moon, representative of the Goddess in all her many forms. Morrigan after the Morrigan, Celtic Goddess of war, fate, death, and feminine prowess. The Morrigan is actually a triple Goddess, her three forms basically being maiden, mother, crone.
Maiden is representative of the young woman, ripe in her womanhood, fertile, learning, yearning for wisdom. Mother being she who is nurturing, loving, caring; giving birth to the new. Crone being the old woman: wise, knowing, all-encompassing. She has lived, learned, birthed, and has become familiar with death and seeks to pass on her knowledge to the maiden again.
No matter what our age, we all have these aspects to ourselves. I am constantly student and teacher, seeking out new knowledge and passing on the wisdoms I have learned.
But the Morrigan is more than that: she is dark, powerful, vengeful and deceitful. She will do what She must to carve her way out and bring about the necessary ends by most any means. And as She acts, so do I, cutting away which is temporary and seeking out the path that I must take. And while the ring is hardly my religion, or representative of it, this idea flows through all aspects of my life.
Morrigan finishes her tea and puts the mug down rather harshly. She pushes her shiny hair back from her face and stretches her lean arms above her head.
Morrigan: A little sidebar, a little off track perhaps, but maybe it will demonstrate to you, Kayne, how intent I am on my goal of teaching. I plan on teaching you a lesson in that ring that you will not forget soon. If you think that I should be worried about being on your bad side, then you should be terrified of being on mine. Because I will stop at nothing - nothing - to make sure that I come out as the victor in that match, that I will be the one enjoying the spoils, that I will be the one to throw your ass out of the TTT next week.
Morrigan gathers up her mug and the smokes, and walks toward the patio door, passing the white cat who is licking her chops after enjoying her own spoils, as the scene fades to black.
Morrigan: Well, that was a interesting experience. Dudley and The Gladiator put on a great show... too bad Fenyx Kayne had to jump in and get involved uninvited.
The white cat finally catches the gecko, and proudly struts toward the shade of the table with her new catch in her mouth. The other two cats watch her; Morrigan's calico cat jumps down to inspect the gecko, and is promptly smacked by the white cat.
Morrigan: Now, now, you two cut it out. The accomplished hunter enjoys the spoils of her victory alone. She's not intersted in sharing.
Kind of like me. When Kayne felt the need to jump in and try to get noticed, well I couldn't stand by and let him get any glory to be had for himself!
If there were any glory to be had, and for many of us, there is no glory to be had at the hands of Dave Dudley. I'm not surprised that we all laid each other out by getting involved. Nor am I surprised that Dan Hampton was the only one to survive basically unscathed. Even though I have wrestled with him before, even been part of a tag team with him, his reputation precedes him, and it would be wise to not enter any fray that erupts between Hampton and Dudley. Consider that a piece of friendly advice for the future, Kayne.
But that will be where the friendliness ends. While I appreciate your opinions expressed during your last interview, I must point out that I do have a name, and it would be wise of you to learn it before I hand your ass to you at TTT. And while I find it admirable, even cute, of you to let us all know that being on your bad side is not a good place for us to be, you would be well advised to steer clear of angering me anymore than you have with your immature cat-lady banter and by threatening me with your vengance.
And, of course, I am literally shaking in my boots at the prospect of you giving me my come-uppance at TTT. Really, I am.
Morrigan sips her tea and lights another cigarette, as the white cat chomps the gecko in half and swallows the front half whole.
Morrigan: I don't know what you were trying to prove by interfering in the match at TIT, but you failed miserably. I am no more frightened of you than I am of the gecko my kitten is currently ingesting. And while you may think you talk a big game, we'll see what you do in the ring. And if you can handle the Morrigan.
She pauses, thinking back to her past in ICW, realizing that with all the history that she ever revealed, one thing was never, ever made clear...
Morrigan: Ooh, wait, no one really knows what the Morrigan is... no one knows why my name is Sylver Morrigan. Well, no time like the present to clear up that one little matter. Sylver, of course, in reference to the color silver: the color of the moon, representative of the Goddess in all her many forms. Morrigan after the Morrigan, Celtic Goddess of war, fate, death, and feminine prowess. The Morrigan is actually a triple Goddess, her three forms basically being maiden, mother, crone.
Maiden is representative of the young woman, ripe in her womanhood, fertile, learning, yearning for wisdom. Mother being she who is nurturing, loving, caring; giving birth to the new. Crone being the old woman: wise, knowing, all-encompassing. She has lived, learned, birthed, and has become familiar with death and seeks to pass on her knowledge to the maiden again.
No matter what our age, we all have these aspects to ourselves. I am constantly student and teacher, seeking out new knowledge and passing on the wisdoms I have learned.
But the Morrigan is more than that: she is dark, powerful, vengeful and deceitful. She will do what She must to carve her way out and bring about the necessary ends by most any means. And as She acts, so do I, cutting away which is temporary and seeking out the path that I must take. And while the ring is hardly my religion, or representative of it, this idea flows through all aspects of my life.
Morrigan finishes her tea and puts the mug down rather harshly. She pushes her shiny hair back from her face and stretches her lean arms above her head.
Morrigan: A little sidebar, a little off track perhaps, but maybe it will demonstrate to you, Kayne, how intent I am on my goal of teaching. I plan on teaching you a lesson in that ring that you will not forget soon. If you think that I should be worried about being on your bad side, then you should be terrified of being on mine. Because I will stop at nothing - nothing - to make sure that I come out as the victor in that match, that I will be the one enjoying the spoils, that I will be the one to throw your ass out of the TTT next week.
Morrigan gathers up her mug and the smokes, and walks toward the patio door, passing the white cat who is licking her chops after enjoying her own spoils, as the scene fades to black.