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| Fraternizing with the opponent...; ...I think? -=Priest and Zessy=- | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 9 2007, 03:31 AM (37 Views) | |
| Willie | Aug 9 2007, 03:31 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens to the brightly lit hallways of the FIW arena. To put us in a more certain area we are on the outside of the Egyptian Vixen, Zesboca Devani's locker room with herself sitting on a table outside of the locker room. Why is she there and not inside? Forgot the key? Possibly but that is beside the point our little Vixen seems to have stepped into her darker clothes of a long black coat with a dark gray shirt and loose black jeans underneath that coat. A letter rest in her hands with her dark eyes reading over the letter's words. Could this be the letter from a few weeks ago. Who knows again but she continues to read it. Her face shows serious thought into the letter maybe taking it seriously. "I believe you are lost, Zesboca. A lost soul looking for enlightenment in the wrong place, on the wrong avenue." Zesboca folds the letter up and holds it close to her while bringing her knees to her chest. Priest: "I see those words have struck true, Zesboca..." An Irish accent that is becoming all too familiar floats through her ears, making her turn until she sees Priest standing there, in a nondescript brown t-shirt and black jeans, smiling quietly to nobody in particular as if he's got a secret he doesn't want to give away. Zesboca runs her hands through her hair looking at the middle aged man while stretching out her legs. "What does it really matter to you sir? You just don't walk up to someone you don't know and start saying crap like that. Least I know my name is starting to get out there if a strange comes up saying my name." Zesboca shrugs mainly to herself as she slips the letter into a little inside the coat as she stands up. Priest: "Are you not wonderin' who wrote that letter to you in the first place?" Priest said, an eyebrow gently raising as he pushed off the wall, inspecting Zesboca, keeping mind of her body language. He wanted to note if Zesboca was unnerved by Priest's presence, if her mind wasn't clear for the coming match. She rest her body against the table staring at him with her dark eyes are painted with even darker makeup. Her eyes doesn't waver even as he moves. "Would I be guessing right if I were to say you were the one writing it? No one else knows of the letter to my knowledge. Who are you anyways? Some servant of the almightly god that thinks he can save me from some horrible ending?" Zesboca smirks, shaking her head lightly moving off of the table all together. Though, Priest's not fazed by the insult against his character, as Priest does not move from his spot, the smile on his face doesn't move either. Priest: "Bingo, Zesboca. I am the one who addressed that letter to you before my arrival. I am Priest, your opponent as it were for this week." "Look, Priest. I don't need the saving.. I don't need another man thinking he can tell me what to do. I had that experience.. I grew up with that. Grew up with beatings normally from men I didn't know. I'm moving away from that life. You would do your best at leaving me as I am Priest." Zesboca stands up in front to Priest crossing her arms over her chest but never letting her eyes leave from him. She was slightly creeped out from his presence but wasn't going to let that bother her. Not now. Not with a match so close against him. Priest: "That however is exactly why I want to help you. Yourself as you are cannot make that final jump to true happiness, for you attempt to seek it with the anger you hold in your heart thanks to the experiences you had in the past. Yes, those experiences were bad, but it does not mean you can take it out on everybody around you. I feel that I can help you so you can identify yourself that you need nobody's hand leading you except your own, so that you can open yourself and find solace within your wrestling and within the cheers of the fans." "Fans?" Zesboca laughes lightly shaking her head while moving her body facing him full on. "What do the fans do for you? Cheer you on when your good... But as soon as you do something different.. Do something that they don't like they leave you. Sometimes you don't have to do a single thing and they turn on you. I don't care what the fans think of me or their damn cheers. All I care about is showing the owners of this fed I'm good enough to move up or hold a title." Zesboca drops her arms from her chest and rests her hands on her hips. "Anger pushes a person if they use it right and that is what I am working on. Happiness comes to losers. They fade out of the scene to never return and make something big. Who would want that with that price?" Priest shakes his head closing his grey eyes, Zesboca is obviously not seeing the point that God's Most Blessed Soldier's trying to make. Priest: "You don't listen fully, Zesboca. What I am saying is this, is that you do not need anger, you do not need hate to push yourself beyond your physical limits. You can be one with your emotions, one with your spirit, one with all around you, and beyond that all it takes is confidence in yourself, confidence within the fans around you to spur you on...I know that it has allowed me to succeed when I thought I would fail, and therefore that's built my confidence as it will do to you." Zesboca almost barks her next words getting annoyed by the man standing before her. This week would be fun to release the stress that had built up inside of her. She now had a real thing to use it against. "How do you dare talk about my confidence? Are you annoyed that I ditched your little whore friend after she left Nightmare herself by cheating? I push myself beyond my limits because I can.. Because I have to. Who cares how that is pushed whether it is by anger or your stupid true happiness." Priest: "It's amusing to me.." Priest now steps a little closer to Zesboca, fixing her with his smoky grey eyes, the eyes that are smoldering a little bit thanks to Zesboca seemingly striking a nerve with her stubborn-ness. Priest: "...That you would talk of how empty true happiness is to you, when you try to find it in listening to the teachings of a false god. Graver, isn't it? Did you not make this transformation by wanting to learn his ways?" That it hit... Hit the nerve that Priest was possibly looking for maybe not at all but still hit it. Zesboca comes at him with a fist in the air, looking to strike the Irish Warrior of God. Priest catches her fist, catching another fist that comes in afterward and holds her still as she screams with light tears rolling down the side of her face. The black makeup smears down her face. "How dare you talk about how I went to Graver. At least he is really helping me. At least he is helping me move my anger to more important things unlike you. You just want me to be some kinda happy go lucky person. I CAN'T BE THAT. I have tried... Tried as hard as I could with everything inside of me Priest. At least I can find peace with Graver. I can become something that I couldn't with the good ones of the federation. Your GOD can't help me with that." Zesboca lowers her head sucking her tears but is still being held by Priest's hands... Probably the only thing holding her up right at this moment. Emotions tear through her body, but Priest holds her up, firmly, staring at her, looking hard into her eyes. Priest: "You must understand, Zesboca, that you won't find happiness following Graver. You won't find peace. All you will know is chaos and hatred and blood and pain, wrought even upon you by the man you thought was your friend and mentor. If you are set on following him, and learning his ways however, Zesboca, then I cannot aid you. I will allow you to come to me when you finally open your eyes to who you truly are. I only leave you with one message though...Save your anger towards me for the ring. Whether you channel it upon me or not, it won't matter, for you won't need it much longer anyway." The tears stop... The emotion stops running in her little body as she listens carefully to Priest's words. Possibly understanding them. The anger stops at the end of his last words she slowly slips from his hands landing on the ground. She wraps her coat around her like she is so cold that she will freeze to death. The coat doesn't help with the sudden feeling like she has been ripped of her clothing in that freeze. "Peace... Is it a real thing?" Zesboca softly whispers to herself to really to Priest. He has rattled her.. Got passed her guard that was set so strong with the anger. With her slow motion she stands up pulling the coat tight and opening the door to her dark locker room and enters without turning on a light. All Priest can do is smile, and bow his head in thanks to the Big Guy Upstairs. He then looks skyward, taking the camera up there too.. Priest: "We're getting through to her..She will take some effort, though." As the camera comes back down...we find Priest is gone. Like he wasn't even there at all. |
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