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A Taste of Italy; ~Anna~
Topic Started: Oct 27 2011, 02:03 PM (36 Views)
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We find ourselves outside on a concrete patio. Those small cafe tables are littered all around in various place and seated at one on this bright day is none other than Anna. She sits in one of the wicker chairs while Mister Snuggles the legless teddy bear is seated across in another. Anna has on her new and spiffy if limited t-shirt

It appears we are at a bistro in Italy, more accurately a pizzeria. Not just any pizzeria though, this one appears to be outdoors. The previously mentioned patio spans around in a circular area. In the center of all the tables is a a stone based oven. Various workers move about to toss and turn these Italian dishes. Anna seems oblivious to it all though as she begins to address the camera.


Anna: Some random facts on my mind. What is the equestrian version of a lion rider? I am quite curious as I feel the need to embark upon a journey around the world using only a lion. I am of course logical enough to realize I am going to require a raft of some sort to cross bodies of water but I shall remain on lion back while I ford forward.

A chalice like glass is filled with ice water and a wedge of....pineapple? Odd but ok, either way Anna take a long sip from the glass before returning it to the table.

Anna: Now onto Nikita, then off her, and probably back on her. Almost similar to her years in high school I am sure. Anyways my tiny little fly, I wonder how stupid you really are. I hate to be so blunt but darling you just don't take a hint. I have beaten you. And than beaten you again. I have kicked you in the face, I have beat on your sister and yet you still keep coming. You wanted this violent match with me, with ME?! Really? If I beat you as badly as I have in a normal match, what do you think is going to happen when the stakes are raised? Sweetie you are simply too small town for this big city world.

A man comes up to the table and places a thin crust spinach, cucumber and onion pizza on the table in front of Anna. The man smiles politely but Anna has already turned away ignoring the poor local worker.

Anna: Now as promised we progress elsewhere for a moment. FIW has written me angry letters demanding blah de blah and who cares. I will be at Revolt to do my job, that much I promise. Now I am not "allowed" to talk about the contract dispute. I am not allowed to mention that despite FIW claiming they had no more money after draining the bank account to bring in Jaime Lee and Emily Fatfiled for one boring match they hire some new bimbo to come in. I am being told how valuable I am to the company while they quietly show me the door. It's ok though, I am expected to go out and slaughter myself one last time so they can wring every red cent off my name first. Well FIW suits and fancy men with wicker wands, I kindly say this to you, bite me.

Anna holds her hand over the cooling pizza and pulls it back. She must have found it too hot still because she doesn't take a slice.

Anna: So before I am quietly shoved out on my ass again so that FIW can replace me with this new Anna-lite Sarah Sparkles, I have one more chance to prove I belong here. One final match to showcase who I am. I may not have the management support to overhype this match like they did with that dud of a snore feast for a unsanctioned and therefore fake title reign, but I don't care. I have never been one to dance for the monkey suited clowns and whether the fans love me or hate me, at the end of the day I can say that I stuck to my convictions. Now my convictions include a strawberry flavored jet plane, a one eyed giraffe named Ashley, and a blue fairy queen but all the same, I stick to them.

Carefully pulling the melted cheese apart, Anna removes the first slice of pizza pie. It should be to no great surprise that she places the first slice in front of Mister Snuggles.

Anna: FIW has seen it's fair share of women walk in and out of this company. Some of them are legends like Kennedy, Tomoko, and Roxie. Some are flashes in the pan like Macey Midas or Molly Sue. Some are forgotten as soon as they are gone like Kiara Goins or Red Widow. When I am finally gone and off to other venues of life, I want the world to remember that I was the Queen Bitch around these parts. That no matter how much FIW tried to hold me down or keep me quiet, they could never fully contain or silence the presence known as Anna. And I plan on making sure that this point is made when I tear the walking Barbie dolls' face off.

She looks towards her stuffed bear and makes a few off handed motions to see if the inanimate object is enjoying his meal. Anna takes a second slice and places it on another plate, this time setting it in front of herself.

Anna: Vanity and beauty can only take a talentless tramp as far as she can reach from off her back. Nikita Luck is no different. She might be the trophy Hellcat for FIW to primp and parade about as the female face of the company but everyone knows that she is nothing but a puffed up tart. How do I know this? Because I used to be the blonde bimbo around these parts. I know how FIW likes to use their female talent to "brighten the place up". I choose long ago to be taken as a real competitor though and I have the titles in my resume to back it up. I don't know who this new mentor of yours is nor do I really care. Nikita you are the face of everything that is wrong with this company. You are nothing more than the newest manufactured bimbo, the Jaime Lee 2.0 with the same boring qualities. I may not be able to stop my own fate from sending me away from a profession I sacrificed everything for, but I am will be damned if I allow you to stay here in my absence. I am probably out of a job after Sunday but I am going to do everything I can to bloody your pretty little face so that you are in the unemployment line with me.

Anna makes a dismissive gesture with her hand towards the camera man and begins to eat her pizza. She take a few bites and washes it down in a very unremarkable fashion. End scene or fade to black etc.
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