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| Sidewinder | Mar 7 2015, 04:20 PM Post #1 |
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Go Back to Sleep
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[The old theater's curtains draw back and Desmond Crowley is standing center stage. The house lights dim and the spotlight shines down on him. Today his set is rather barren compared to most visits here.] Desmond Crowley: "Firstly, before we begin I have a message from my client to one, Lucas Bergeron." [Desmond says it in the most proper tone possibly. He holds out for a moment. Then he...lifts his hands and applauds the younger Bergeron brother.] Desmond Crowley: "Now to business..." [Fade out. Fade in, the stage's been revamped. There's a set that closely resembles someone's attempt at recreating the Bad Girls manor.] Desmond Crowley: "Speed is a powerful tool." [He gestures to someone off stage, a maid trots out onto the stage. She(?)'s wearing a maid uniform that resembles the maid uniform the maids at the Bad Girls manor wear. Except for the black mask that obscures her features. She(?) presents Desmond with a cup of tea & then scurries off stage.] Desmond Crowley: "It can be used by predators and prey alike. Used to close in on an unsuspecting victim to go for the kill. Or, it can be the thing that allows something to make it's escape from danger." [He pauses.] Desmond Crowley: "In some cases, some animals use it for both. To stalk their prey, but to avoid their predators too." [Desmond blows on the cup of tea.] Desmond Crowley: "Once more my client finds himself scheduled against a competitor that relies on their speed. Someone that has the mentality that if they keep moving, moving, moving, nothing can stop them. And, to their credit, they are incredibly fast and even more so to their credit, it's worked out for them more than it hasn't." [Desmond brings the cup in close, testing the waters (or, tea) to see if it's cool enough.] Desmond Crowley: "One could make an argument that she is the most decorated wrestler currently on the roster. She's held practically every championship there is to win. And, in some cases she's held them multiple times." [He determines his tea's still too hot, so he blows on it. Then he bothers with a sip of it.] Desmond Crowley: "If not the, then certainly one of in any case." [Desmond takes another sip.] Desmond Crowley: "Including what's considered the top prize in this company. A championship that's only been held by twenty three different people in the nine years it's existed in it's present day form." [Desmond takes another sip.] Desmond Crowley: "That's roughly three people for each year it's existed." [Desmond takes another sip. He pops his eyebrows at this statistic that he finds interesting.] Desmond Crowley: "It's impressive." [He doesn't bother to clarify whether he means that Blink's amongst those people or the stat.] Desmond Crowley: "But I have to wonder, for all the speed you possess, what happens when you face someone fast enough to catch you. Someone not only fast enough to catch you, but someone who is severely larger than you too. One could suggest you use that punch of yours." [Crowley lowers the tea from his face and he glances at his free hand.] Desmond Crowley: "But what if that doesn't work either? What if you are dealing with a freak of nature by all accounts that is able to brush that off? What then can you possibly do? Afterall, those are your two biggest assets in your arsenal." [He lifts the cup back up and he takes another sip. He let's that train of thought float in the air.] Desmond Crowley: "Because, with all due respect, that's exactly what you are dealing with in your up-coming match. You are dealing with something that is your natural predator. Faster. Stronger. Crueler." [Desmond gestures again and again the faceless maid comes out, now to retrieve the cup from him.] Desmond Crowley: "There is no idealistic philosophy that can change that. Though I would not be so insulting or rude to suggest you give up, especially to a fighter of your caliber. No, you will fight. You will give it your all, scratching and clawing your hardest towards victory. You will put up a struggle but all you can do is..." [He glances to the set behind him.] Desmond Crowley: "Run. run, rabbit, run." [Fade.] |
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