Black Leather Couch [Vendetta Scramble Match]
Nov 24, 2020 19:25:06 GMT -5
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Post by The Kayby on Nov 24, 2020 19:25:06 GMT -5
We open our scene in cozy high-end apartment overlooking downtown Toronto at night. The mid-autumn snow dancing gently to the ground in a hypnotizing pattern that almost makes you forget about the incessant and mindless blaring of very upset drivers stuck in Toronto traffic. The stained wood floor contrasts the white ceiling as the whole room is a barely a glow by dimmed lighting. Facing toward the floor-to-ceiling windows is a black pleather couch; sprawled atop it we find Kayby Hale Cassidy - clad in an open silk robe. Adorning him drapes Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor - clad in cute-as-hell flannel pajamas; the two held in a chaotic embrace. "How did we get here, Bambi; where did we go wrong?" Kayby Hale Cassidy lets out softly. "Damon Warrens is walking into Vendetta for a grand reveal of his challenger, and it won't be me." He says as his eyes trail away into sadness.
"That's why we gotta win the scramble match at Vendetta." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says reassuringly as she nuzzles her face into his chest. "I mean someone has to, and I'll be damned if you let little Miss Swamp Queen take that belt. I mean, she was just so... so..." She trails off.
"So... what?"
"Plain oatmeal. She is an unsalted cracker of a person; a real pot of boiled pasta. Ugh," she grunts out of exasperation. "It's so boring listening to Daniel Christopher, Brother Zeke and her fight over who has the most edge. Like that is all there personality is defined by. Like, 'Look at me,'" She begins using a mocking tone. "'I'm Leah Lincoln, I am currently outside a mental hospital I was forcibly sent to.'"
"Is that what she was on about in that promo?"
"I don't know because then Daniel Christopher was like, 'I'm going to ramble on tangentially while making wildly inappropriate criminal allegations against Brother Zeke.'" She pauses momentarily in contemplation. "Then again, it was only a couple of weeks ago that Brother Zeke was reenacting the Steamboat Willie scene with an actual dead body, so maybe not all of his claims were that wild. Ugh, and Mister Two-Names. Don't even get me started on his verbal terrorism." As she says that Kayby Hale Cassidy's eyes betray just a millisecond of distain. Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor giggles not noticing the look in his eyes. "'Oh look at me, I have two first names. I don't think anyone here deserves a shot at my belt because I can be defeated so easily'. He's like a vulture picking away at the dead remains within this company, but he dares to flaunt it. He's such a-"
"Pretender to the throne." Kayby Hale Cassidy cuts her off; the distain he feels now is betrayed by the venom in his tone. Shocked, Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor looks up at Kayby Hale Cassidy. "He dares to stare into a camera last week and tell the world his smarts and his skills are unmatched." He lets out an exasperated snicker. "I've seen more smarts and skills from my nephew's novice wrestling meets. Yet he pretends he treads on the same grounds as Damon Warrens; the ground I fucking deserve to stand on. I will make him pay for his insolence. I will take away his precious title belt if it is the last thing I do so I can kick him back down to the earth."
"Hale!" Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor calls out to him. Like a switch had been flipped, Kayby Hale Cassidy snaps out of his vengeful mindset with a few blinks. His calm, composed, relaxed demeaner returns to him as he readjusts himself on the couch. "Hale, we need to focus this week. Mister Two-Names is all bark and no bite. He got a cheap roll-up on you, but that won't work in this match. There is no way any other competitor will let that happen. You need to focus on what made you successful against him; your speed and your hitting power. You're like Mike Trout, Bae-by, you're the best damn athlete in a company that drags you down. Leah Lincoln, Daniel Christopher, Brother Zeke, Alex Scott - they are all the exact same. A carbon copy of a carbon copy of a carbon copy. John Blade, well -" She snickers as she rests her head back down on his chest. "That poor man does his best, he really, truly does; it's cute in a sad way. He puts out the same promo week after week, and just gets flattened so easily every time. We should do this for John, Bae-by. Give him someone to look up to, like a hero."
"Yeah," Kayby Hale Cassidy says in astonishment. "He needs someone to look up to, and so does the rest of this god-forsaken company. Alpha Pro Wrestling's Personal Hero, Kayby Hale Cassidy. The kid that flew too close to the sun pulls himself from the ocean, saves himself from his watery fate, and he rises to the top of the damn business. This match is important, Bambi, and I need to be the one to win it." He brushes the hair out of her face so he could see her. "I can't be content pulling away the belt from Alex Scott; I have to be the one to hold it over his head. You have helped me see that." A smile crawls across his face. "Now, let's get dressed because we have a promo to shoot." Kayby Hale Cassidy grabs Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor's shoulders and tries to lift her, however she resists.
"Nooo." She cries sleepily. "Let's do it in the morning, it's cold outside and look at how dark it is out."
"It's 6:30," he replies, though it was in fact quite dark out. "'Kay fine, but we get at it first thing in the morning," he stated playfully. With that, the camera panned away before fading to black.
"That's why we gotta win the scramble match at Vendetta." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says reassuringly as she nuzzles her face into his chest. "I mean someone has to, and I'll be damned if you let little Miss Swamp Queen take that belt. I mean, she was just so... so..." She trails off.
"So... what?"
"Plain oatmeal. She is an unsalted cracker of a person; a real pot of boiled pasta. Ugh," she grunts out of exasperation. "It's so boring listening to Daniel Christopher, Brother Zeke and her fight over who has the most edge. Like that is all there personality is defined by. Like, 'Look at me,'" She begins using a mocking tone. "'I'm Leah Lincoln, I am currently outside a mental hospital I was forcibly sent to.'"
"Is that what she was on about in that promo?"
"I don't know because then Daniel Christopher was like, 'I'm going to ramble on tangentially while making wildly inappropriate criminal allegations against Brother Zeke.'" She pauses momentarily in contemplation. "Then again, it was only a couple of weeks ago that Brother Zeke was reenacting the Steamboat Willie scene with an actual dead body, so maybe not all of his claims were that wild. Ugh, and Mister Two-Names. Don't even get me started on his verbal terrorism." As she says that Kayby Hale Cassidy's eyes betray just a millisecond of distain. Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor giggles not noticing the look in his eyes. "'Oh look at me, I have two first names. I don't think anyone here deserves a shot at my belt because I can be defeated so easily'. He's like a vulture picking away at the dead remains within this company, but he dares to flaunt it. He's such a-"
"Pretender to the throne." Kayby Hale Cassidy cuts her off; the distain he feels now is betrayed by the venom in his tone. Shocked, Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor looks up at Kayby Hale Cassidy. "He dares to stare into a camera last week and tell the world his smarts and his skills are unmatched." He lets out an exasperated snicker. "I've seen more smarts and skills from my nephew's novice wrestling meets. Yet he pretends he treads on the same grounds as Damon Warrens; the ground I fucking deserve to stand on. I will make him pay for his insolence. I will take away his precious title belt if it is the last thing I do so I can kick him back down to the earth."
"Hale!" Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor calls out to him. Like a switch had been flipped, Kayby Hale Cassidy snaps out of his vengeful mindset with a few blinks. His calm, composed, relaxed demeaner returns to him as he readjusts himself on the couch. "Hale, we need to focus this week. Mister Two-Names is all bark and no bite. He got a cheap roll-up on you, but that won't work in this match. There is no way any other competitor will let that happen. You need to focus on what made you successful against him; your speed and your hitting power. You're like Mike Trout, Bae-by, you're the best damn athlete in a company that drags you down. Leah Lincoln, Daniel Christopher, Brother Zeke, Alex Scott - they are all the exact same. A carbon copy of a carbon copy of a carbon copy. John Blade, well -" She snickers as she rests her head back down on his chest. "That poor man does his best, he really, truly does; it's cute in a sad way. He puts out the same promo week after week, and just gets flattened so easily every time. We should do this for John, Bae-by. Give him someone to look up to, like a hero."
"Yeah," Kayby Hale Cassidy says in astonishment. "He needs someone to look up to, and so does the rest of this god-forsaken company. Alpha Pro Wrestling's Personal Hero, Kayby Hale Cassidy. The kid that flew too close to the sun pulls himself from the ocean, saves himself from his watery fate, and he rises to the top of the damn business. This match is important, Bambi, and I need to be the one to win it." He brushes the hair out of her face so he could see her. "I can't be content pulling away the belt from Alex Scott; I have to be the one to hold it over his head. You have helped me see that." A smile crawls across his face. "Now, let's get dressed because we have a promo to shoot." Kayby Hale Cassidy grabs Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor's shoulders and tries to lift her, however she resists.
"Nooo." She cries sleepily. "Let's do it in the morning, it's cold outside and look at how dark it is out."
"It's 6:30," he replies, though it was in fact quite dark out. "'Kay fine, but we get at it first thing in the morning," he stated playfully. With that, the camera panned away before fading to black.
