Post by Sylver Morrigan on May 30, 2008 21:16:04 GMT -6
The scene opens on Sylver Morrigan's back patio, once again. It's nighttime; a tabletop tiki torch burns in the darkness, illuminating Morrigan's beautiful face. She listlessly toys with a glass of dark red wine, a cigarette burning - as ever - in the ashtray. Only the big grey cat is out tonight, and he's sleeping peacefully in the chair beside Morrigan's.
Morrigan: Well, first I need to address Fenyx Kayne. What he said, about him being all business in the ring, it needs to be true. No matter what our feelings are towards each other now, or the fact that we face each other in the first round of the TTT, we need to work together to stand a shot against Hampton and Dudley.
I've tangled with both of these guys over the years, and there are blessings and curses with each of them. While I feel my actual skill in the ring may be about on par with Hampton's, and I feel that my style of wrestling will give me a chance against him, he has one thing I don't: experience. Way more experience than I do. For Gods' sake, he's the five time, blah blah, EWA Champ. That doesn't come easy.
And while I feel I've earned my hardcore wings, so to speak, in the ring during many, many matches, I don't think many of us may have quite the extensive experience as Dudley, surely not myself. The only thing I have now that he has is desire, bloodlust. And it matches - no, exceeds his own hunger for victory.
Morrigan puts her feet up on the chair, nuzzling the grey cat with one of her toes. He stretches, exposing his belly to be rubbed. She knocks back some wine, and takes a long drag off her cigarette.
Morrigan: I haven't seen much of this Kayne guy, but I do know this ain't his first rodeo. I'm not certain that the two of us are technically a match against Dudley and Hampton.... I mean, I may be selling myself short here. I have held numerous titles, even won a match or two against Dudley.... if I remember correctly, at least, and my memory sure isn't what it used to be.
But, no matter how power hungry Dudley is, and no matter how talented Hampton is, Kayne and I have something else, something to prove. Something to prove to everyone in this place, not just Hampton and Dudley. And that may be enough to put us over the edge in this thing.
Morrigan takes one last puff, stubs out her cigarette, and rests her head on her hands.
Morrigan: One thing is for certain, Kayne, and that is that on Thursday night, in the ring, I am not against you. We are a team, and whatever personal feelings we have toward each other, in light of TTT, shall be pushed aside - at least for one night.
Because after that night, we once again become enemies, and I will be victorious at TTT, and will move on to facing either Hampton or Dudley. That is a promise.
Morrigan finishes her wine and stands up. The grey cat jumps down from the chair and walks toward the door. Holding her empty wineglass, Morrigan extinguishes the tiki torch, plunging the patio into darkness, walks inside, and closes the door as the scene fades to black.
Morrigan: Well, first I need to address Fenyx Kayne. What he said, about him being all business in the ring, it needs to be true. No matter what our feelings are towards each other now, or the fact that we face each other in the first round of the TTT, we need to work together to stand a shot against Hampton and Dudley.
I've tangled with both of these guys over the years, and there are blessings and curses with each of them. While I feel my actual skill in the ring may be about on par with Hampton's, and I feel that my style of wrestling will give me a chance against him, he has one thing I don't: experience. Way more experience than I do. For Gods' sake, he's the five time, blah blah, EWA Champ. That doesn't come easy.
And while I feel I've earned my hardcore wings, so to speak, in the ring during many, many matches, I don't think many of us may have quite the extensive experience as Dudley, surely not myself. The only thing I have now that he has is desire, bloodlust. And it matches - no, exceeds his own hunger for victory.
Morrigan puts her feet up on the chair, nuzzling the grey cat with one of her toes. He stretches, exposing his belly to be rubbed. She knocks back some wine, and takes a long drag off her cigarette.
Morrigan: I haven't seen much of this Kayne guy, but I do know this ain't his first rodeo. I'm not certain that the two of us are technically a match against Dudley and Hampton.... I mean, I may be selling myself short here. I have held numerous titles, even won a match or two against Dudley.... if I remember correctly, at least, and my memory sure isn't what it used to be.
But, no matter how power hungry Dudley is, and no matter how talented Hampton is, Kayne and I have something else, something to prove. Something to prove to everyone in this place, not just Hampton and Dudley. And that may be enough to put us over the edge in this thing.
Morrigan takes one last puff, stubs out her cigarette, and rests her head on her hands.
Morrigan: One thing is for certain, Kayne, and that is that on Thursday night, in the ring, I am not against you. We are a team, and whatever personal feelings we have toward each other, in light of TTT, shall be pushed aside - at least for one night.
Because after that night, we once again become enemies, and I will be victorious at TTT, and will move on to facing either Hampton or Dudley. That is a promise.
Morrigan finishes her wine and stands up. The grey cat jumps down from the chair and walks toward the door. Holding her empty wineglass, Morrigan extinguishes the tiki torch, plunging the patio into darkness, walks inside, and closes the door as the scene fades to black.