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Starting; Graver R&R
Topic Started: Jul 9 2007, 03:05 AM (99 Views)
Zessy D.
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This is where the beginning continues to grow... Our very own Egyptian Vixen steps through the back of the arena looking for something or someone again... Damn her searches but anyways. Zesboca is wearing her new wrestling attire with even the golden scarved flowing over her body. She stuck out from the dark dimmed hallway glow as she was getting deeper into the darkness. Wrapped around her right hand is a made shift bandage possibly covering the wound that she caused to herself in Egypt.

Zesboca pushed her hair back out of her face as she continued down the hallway. She seems slightly worried but stops at a door. She takes a few steps back inspecting it more knowing who lays within. Had she done enough? More than likely not but she needed her next step.. She had to know what to.

Taking in a deep breath she knocks heavy on the door in front of her. She made a mistake once before but that mistake wouldn't be made twice. He was there but it was up to him coming to the door or not.

"Come on Graver... I know your in there."

With a closed fist she knocks again at the door. Taking another step back she takes in a deep breath. Inside lies the man she was after since the beginning here whether she knew it or not. Maybe her heart was racing but Zesboca stood tall keeping her composure.

"Graver... Words need to be spoken. It's is obivous that I want this. That I want to be trained by you. That title that lays around your waist isn't at the top anymore on my list. I want it still I admit but I want your training more."

Zesboca takes in another breath as she stands there. A mind full of racing thoughts she was trying to pull them together. She was trying to project herself to him.

"You said a few short things to me before Graver. Said that the change had to start on the inside of me. The change has come and gone. My past is gone and out of my mind. The future has yet to come... I need your guidance to get to that future. To maybe one day bypass you... Bypass the teacher. I have bypassed Tanya already. You are part of my fucking future whether you like it not."

Truth? Yes... No matter what she was going to get Graver to help her to become that much more.

"People already think I am just some slut to you. That here just to fuck you.... I don't know what Jamie Lee is talking about but who does? Let the good innocent girl lay where she is... I want so be a sick-twisted bitch."

Zesboca took another step forward about to knock heavy on the door again...
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“I want so be a sick-twisted bitch”

???: Trust me, luv…

The camera swings around from the frantic Egyptian beauty to find the one, the only, La Lesbiana Fantastica, leaning on a nearby pillar with her arms folded across her modest chest, looking all cool like.

Lesbiana: …It ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

She pulls herself from her post and takes a few slow, deliberate steps toward the Egyptian beauty, as Larry the prop guy removes the polystyrene pillar. It’s served it’s purpose, she’s done with it now. She looks her soon-to-be opponent up and down, unimpressed by her gravitas, but wholly impressed by her rack. Surprisingly she manages to make eye contact.

Lesbiana: I’ve known a lotta girls like you, sweet-cheeks. Girls who think they’re hardcore enough to hang with the hardcore…est.

That a word? Hardcorest? Yeah I’m sure it is.

Lesbiana: Girls who think just ‘cos they got a couple o’ Avril Lavigne albums on their iPod that makes ’em rock chicks. Alright she’s cute but hella annoying.

She glances past Zesboca to the name plague drilled to the door of the locker room.

Lesbiana: Do you really want ol’ Gravy boat in there to teach you his shit? I mean really? ‘Cos that’s guys into some freaky ass stuff. Serious hardcore shit like you wouldn’t believe. You may have bled a couple o’ times in the ring, luv, but jeeze…

She trails off as visions of a horrorcore past flash before her eyes. It’s like Saving Private Ryan. You know when they storm the beach and that guy gets blown in half, and Tom Hanks looks down and the dudes legs are gone? That was awesome. Where were we? Oh right!

Lesbiana: I mean, do you even know what it means to be a “Hellcat”? The legacy that title brings with it? It ain’t just a word, sista’.

Sista’? Where’d that come from?

Lesbiana: I mean sure it looks cool, all the gore and the blood and stuff. And let’s not forget, chicks dig scars. But at the end of the day, when you leave this place and go home to wherever it is you hang yer panties at night, do you really wanna bring that “sick twisted bitch” with you? That ain‘t something you leave in the ring with half your opponent‘s blood. When you become that twisted sister, that crazy psycho bitch from hell you so long to become, you don’t get to switch that off.

For possibly the first, and probably the last time, Lesbiana’s aura is nothing but serious. Her steely gaze never shifts from Zesboca’s, there is no wit or sarcasm or hesitation in her voice. She speaks from experience.

Lesbiana: Just wanted to let you know what you’re getting into by knocking on that door.

She takes off past Zesboca, arms still folded, pace deliberate as she leaves her opponent with some very serious thoughts to mull over. And with a final offer.

Lesbiana: And if you don’t believe me…I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend sometime.

Exit Lesbiana.
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Stepping out from her spot out of sight and around the corner, but close enough to hear Lesbiana's every word, a stoic Kailey takes a deep breath and quietly walks away.
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Graver passes both La Lesbiana and Kailey, paying no mind to either of them as he approaches his locker room door with a confused-looking Zesboca standing before it.

Graver: I'm quite thankful our meetings aren't supposed to be clandestine. Everyone in the arena can hear you yelling about wanting to be a sick, twisted bitch.

The Reject of Reject's scowl more than conveys his disgust with her overexuberance.

Graver: Beside all that you're going about this all wrong. You can't just flip a switch to become violent. I can't flip a fuckin' switch for you either, and for all that, who'd want to? You're missing out on a very important, very crucial piece of information here. I thought I'd opened your eyes...

His gaze flits to her forehead for a moment before returning to those deep brown pools.

Graver: ... but I think you've still got a lot to learn about the mindset it takes.

He can see the defiant, ready-to-learn glare in the eyes of his student, so he cuts her off with a raised palm before she can even part her lips.

Graver: I have a test for you. Your first. I want you to find your killing place. I want you to fold in upon yourself and enter a state of mind where white noise and static are your only friends. I want you to enter a place where you stop caring... stop caring about who you hurt, how bad you hurt them, and why... I want you to enter a place where the only thing you can do is end a match quickly and efficiently or turn and run from yourself.

He lets the statement hang in the air while his tongue tastes fresh saliva and he rearranges his thoughts.

Graver: Find that place. Find it before I do. End our match this week before I can, and we can continue from there.

He steps around her, reaching for the knob to his locker room door before turning back over his shoulder.

Graver: And for the sake of your own self-respect... stop TRYING to be something you're not. Stop WISHING you were something you could never be... and just fucking BECOME it.

He opens the door, enters the roop, and closes it tightly behind him, leaving Zesboca alone in the hall once more.
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