Post by Joe Ragnal/Chrysta on Jul 24, 2007 11:12:53 GMT -5
Italy.
For some, it is considered the place for romance. As stereotypical as it would be, the French are not the most romantically influenced people in the world. Those people would belong here, however.
I found this to be odd, considering I have also heard that the Italians are quite possibly the rudest of all the nations on the globe. This little tidbit had proven to be true in my eye, for as I walked around the village closeby Rome, the citizens looked at me, staring at me as if they had never seen a woman with makeup around her eyes that big before.
Clearly, they had not seen any gothic children roaming the sidewalks, since they leave their rooms late at night.
I allowed them to stare, however. Because this would simply give me attention in GWC’s spotlight, and possibly, it could help a push towards my throne.
The throne…in which I would truly become the Queen of all GWC.
With the townsfolk all up in a chatter, I headed over to the river, in which a young couple, possibly married recently, were in those fancy boats with the singing man with the oar. I was never fond of remembering the name of the small boat, but in any case, it was rather hard for someone of my caliber to take in.
You see, without emotions, it was hard to decide if it is the time to be gagging, or chuckling at their pathetic attempt to be together forever.
Romance, in my mind, is nothing. I have experienced romance, or what appeared to be romance. And I truly wish to have none of it myself. Romance is the reason my mother and father were together, supposedly. However, romance was supposedly the reason my mother was married and had a child prior to meeting my father.
I’m sure those that are hearing this for the first time are shocked. Back when I still had those emotions, I too had been surprised by this revelation. Alas, her husband discovered my father’s seed inside my mother, and divorced her, leaving her with nothing, and no choice but to move into my father’s house.
But the rest of this story…that shall wait another day.
For this moment, I must begin focusing on my match for this Assault, as I must do battle against two men in order to take my first piece of the crown for my throne.
Last Wednesday at what was called Viva La GWC, I had wrestled six “men” in order to take the step I am heading towards now. I do hope that they were watching this match, for it is a preview to them of just what exactly I can do.
I can feel no pain.
Do what they will, whether it is smack me in the head with a trash lid, stab me with a fork, or even douse me in gasoline and light me on fire, I shall feel nothing. Burn to death on the last one, yes, but it does not mean I can fight before my body becomes ash. But they are still dealing with an emotionless being, a rather rare occurrence in this “world” of sports entertainment.
And as would any “entertainer” in a sport, I scouted my opponents during the Ultimate Champion’s segment at Viva. The two men are Kevin Sensation, the most recent in a line of “former” champions, and Cam Connor, the current Ultimate Champion.
Kevin…is merely nothing special in my eye. He is not a wrestler, and if he is, he truly nothing but a mark. He is that stereotypical wrestling fan who, for once, was able to sit up from his front row seat and live the dream that every internet fan has dreamed of since the days of the crook known as Hulk Hogan came into the timeline. But he is, as I said, not a wrestler here for the wrestling. He only looks to meet the wrestlers he has idolized since birth, and possibly obtain autographs from any big name GWC wrestler. How this man had defeated Kevin Hardaway, I shall never understand. But it does not mean I will allow him to regain what once was his.
Cam Connor, which I assume is short for “Cameron”, is the being with the crown I seek. He is quite impressive in the ring and on the mic, so well that they had given him his own segment within the company. He is the one to defeat, and immediately dethrone, Sensation, and reveal him to be the lazy fan he truly is. However, Cameron will not even go so far as to scare me in this match. My hollow heart aside, I do not fear this man, nor should I ever. He is a pushover in my mind, and shall get cocky no matter what during this match.
Those thoughts aside, my emotionless state was able to give me victory so as to get within this match. That may very well be what will help this week, but there is a secret disadvantage they have that I don’t.
The lust of blood from the other’s being.
Cameron had taken the only title Sensation would ever be allowed to get his hands on, and Kevin wants it back. As these two men have shown, they want at one another, whether one of them is wearing a belt around their waist or not.
The world will watch as I make my point. When I win the Ultimate Championship in Italy, and the ref is holding my arm high, neither Cameron nor Kevin shall be looking at me. They shall not be looking at the title I will be holding so high.
They shall be looking at one another, blaming the other for losing their title, or their last chance at the title.
They shall truly see that I am the Ice Queen, and GWC is my kingdom…and come what may, GWC shall freeze over…for soon shall come the Ice Queen’s will.
Now…I must head to the arena…and meditate within it’s storage freezer…So that I may prepare for my demisal of these two bufoons...and win my crown.
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For some, it is considered the place for romance. As stereotypical as it would be, the French are not the most romantically influenced people in the world. Those people would belong here, however.
I found this to be odd, considering I have also heard that the Italians are quite possibly the rudest of all the nations on the globe. This little tidbit had proven to be true in my eye, for as I walked around the village closeby Rome, the citizens looked at me, staring at me as if they had never seen a woman with makeup around her eyes that big before.
Clearly, they had not seen any gothic children roaming the sidewalks, since they leave their rooms late at night.
I allowed them to stare, however. Because this would simply give me attention in GWC’s spotlight, and possibly, it could help a push towards my throne.
The throne…in which I would truly become the Queen of all GWC.
With the townsfolk all up in a chatter, I headed over to the river, in which a young couple, possibly married recently, were in those fancy boats with the singing man with the oar. I was never fond of remembering the name of the small boat, but in any case, it was rather hard for someone of my caliber to take in.
You see, without emotions, it was hard to decide if it is the time to be gagging, or chuckling at their pathetic attempt to be together forever.
Romance, in my mind, is nothing. I have experienced romance, or what appeared to be romance. And I truly wish to have none of it myself. Romance is the reason my mother and father were together, supposedly. However, romance was supposedly the reason my mother was married and had a child prior to meeting my father.
I’m sure those that are hearing this for the first time are shocked. Back when I still had those emotions, I too had been surprised by this revelation. Alas, her husband discovered my father’s seed inside my mother, and divorced her, leaving her with nothing, and no choice but to move into my father’s house.
But the rest of this story…that shall wait another day.
For this moment, I must begin focusing on my match for this Assault, as I must do battle against two men in order to take my first piece of the crown for my throne.
Last Wednesday at what was called Viva La GWC, I had wrestled six “men” in order to take the step I am heading towards now. I do hope that they were watching this match, for it is a preview to them of just what exactly I can do.
I can feel no pain.
Do what they will, whether it is smack me in the head with a trash lid, stab me with a fork, or even douse me in gasoline and light me on fire, I shall feel nothing. Burn to death on the last one, yes, but it does not mean I can fight before my body becomes ash. But they are still dealing with an emotionless being, a rather rare occurrence in this “world” of sports entertainment.
And as would any “entertainer” in a sport, I scouted my opponents during the Ultimate Champion’s segment at Viva. The two men are Kevin Sensation, the most recent in a line of “former” champions, and Cam Connor, the current Ultimate Champion.
Kevin…is merely nothing special in my eye. He is not a wrestler, and if he is, he truly nothing but a mark. He is that stereotypical wrestling fan who, for once, was able to sit up from his front row seat and live the dream that every internet fan has dreamed of since the days of the crook known as Hulk Hogan came into the timeline. But he is, as I said, not a wrestler here for the wrestling. He only looks to meet the wrestlers he has idolized since birth, and possibly obtain autographs from any big name GWC wrestler. How this man had defeated Kevin Hardaway, I shall never understand. But it does not mean I will allow him to regain what once was his.
Cam Connor, which I assume is short for “Cameron”, is the being with the crown I seek. He is quite impressive in the ring and on the mic, so well that they had given him his own segment within the company. He is the one to defeat, and immediately dethrone, Sensation, and reveal him to be the lazy fan he truly is. However, Cameron will not even go so far as to scare me in this match. My hollow heart aside, I do not fear this man, nor should I ever. He is a pushover in my mind, and shall get cocky no matter what during this match.
Those thoughts aside, my emotionless state was able to give me victory so as to get within this match. That may very well be what will help this week, but there is a secret disadvantage they have that I don’t.
The lust of blood from the other’s being.
Cameron had taken the only title Sensation would ever be allowed to get his hands on, and Kevin wants it back. As these two men have shown, they want at one another, whether one of them is wearing a belt around their waist or not.
The world will watch as I make my point. When I win the Ultimate Championship in Italy, and the ref is holding my arm high, neither Cameron nor Kevin shall be looking at me. They shall not be looking at the title I will be holding so high.
They shall be looking at one another, blaming the other for losing their title, or their last chance at the title.
They shall truly see that I am the Ice Queen, and GWC is my kingdom…and come what may, GWC shall freeze over…for soon shall come the Ice Queen’s will.
Now…I must head to the arena…and meditate within it’s storage freezer…So that I may prepare for my demisal of these two bufoons...and win my crown.
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