Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Jul 10, 2006 1:39:55 GMT -5
Vanessa “Phoenix” McGurk Odium RP- My Foggy Notion
Act One.
It’s a welcoming feeling to be herself for once; a moment she wouldn’t dare not taking advantage of. A feeling like this was rare, if anything. She’s going to be herself on this honest night, and nothing’s going to get in her way. Her mind is silent; a stark contrast to the deaf noises it brings to her. She doesn’t want to conjure a thought, but in conjuring not to conjure a thought, has she broken this perfect silence. She tries to shrug it off, it’ll go away. But it remains; it’ll never leave. Never. Vanessa tries to concentrate on the silence…
It’s as good as gone, just be happy. Don’t be as vulnerable as you think you are.
A crescent moon shines above Vanessa; bits of light sprinkled around a vast black space, sparkling. Vanessa lies on a thick layer of grass. Green grass and the night sky, stretching as far as the eye can see. The outside forms a round; giving the sudden notion that the edge of the world is just a few meters away…
Running- Wanting to know what lies ahead. It could be anything; you just need to know what it is. But you wind up running in circles, running for free. Running for something that will never be… Something that can never end, but inevitably will!
Vanessa can’t help but feel like she’s inside a snow globe. Just think, your whole world revolving around something that seems so tight and small. The only difference is that her snow globe is that it lacks a border.
Vanessa’s hands are firmly set on her chest. She peers her delicate fingers downwards, she closes her eyes. A strong feeling of ecstasy fleetingly flows through her at the first gentle touch. No words can describe the way she feels right now. She lingers her fingers around it once again… Her weight over her waist; it’s been so long since she’s had gold around her waist and she’s glad it’s back. Vanessa runs her hands through the belt once more. It feels
ing good.
There’s no way to stop from here. There is no way to stop, because, frankly, I just don’t want to. After a year and half of being kept away in the shadows, I have finally proven my worth. And it shows on the apple of my most recent affection; this child.
She wraps her arms around her waist; groping her golden treasure.
I was given the time and the chance to finally show the world what I’m really capable of, it’s a gift I’ll always take full advantage of. But despite this, I feel cheated. While my opponents were there physically, they were missing spiritually. They were like a pair ofing zombies; they didn’t care about the match and title as much as I do. It’s something I hate to admit, but if wasn’t for that I would’ve never had the advantage I had; it was too easy. Something it shouldn’t be. I should’ve had a challenge damn it. While I do admit to deserving it, I sure as hell didn’t earn it.
But, I have been given a resolution. A chance to amend everything I missed out on; to take the Black Widow and thating whore, Scratch Cat refused to give me: the right. On Odium, I’ll be getting what I want- a fight. I’ve had it before, and I still want more. My body will play the role as the taker and the receiver; a skin receiver. I have been given the invitation; a sin to decline, invited to take my place as the Gyno Champion, when I stand with my peers; allies and opponents alike. Now, if there’s anything I know, it’s that their not the type who backs down and misses out on a match. So, be it as it may, I’m gonna be facing a hell of a challenge; something I haven’t had in a long time.
She sits up. Unbeknownst to her, a red and purple specter of light clash together in the dark sky above.
Obo, Obo, oh no, Obo… Where is your sense of chivalry? Telling Kurt and Manny to back out and save themselves, just to leave little me in the middle of the big, big, ring, as a sacrifice, is one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever heard. For a Champion, you sure come off as a coward. And I think that’s what you are. Think of it, by taking Rebellion away from the equation, you’ve pretty much got yourself an easy task; stake the woman out, take turns with Slutbomb to beat her up, and pin. Easy! But, I decline to give you the satisfaction. You can hit me as hard as you want, but I’ll only come back for more. And before you know it, I will have easily overpowered you.
She places her right palm before her, and uses her left hand as an imaginary pen on an imaginary notebook.
Act One.
It’s a welcoming feeling to be herself for once; a moment she wouldn’t dare not taking advantage of. A feeling like this was rare, if anything. She’s going to be herself on this honest night, and nothing’s going to get in her way. Her mind is silent; a stark contrast to the deaf noises it brings to her. She doesn’t want to conjure a thought, but in conjuring not to conjure a thought, has she broken this perfect silence. She tries to shrug it off, it’ll go away. But it remains; it’ll never leave. Never. Vanessa tries to concentrate on the silence…
It’s as good as gone, just be happy. Don’t be as vulnerable as you think you are.
A crescent moon shines above Vanessa; bits of light sprinkled around a vast black space, sparkling. Vanessa lies on a thick layer of grass. Green grass and the night sky, stretching as far as the eye can see. The outside forms a round; giving the sudden notion that the edge of the world is just a few meters away…
Running- Wanting to know what lies ahead. It could be anything; you just need to know what it is. But you wind up running in circles, running for free. Running for something that will never be… Something that can never end, but inevitably will!
Vanessa can’t help but feel like she’s inside a snow globe. Just think, your whole world revolving around something that seems so tight and small. The only difference is that her snow globe is that it lacks a border.
Vanessa’s hands are firmly set on her chest. She peers her delicate fingers downwards, she closes her eyes. A strong feeling of ecstasy fleetingly flows through her at the first gentle touch. No words can describe the way she feels right now. She lingers her fingers around it once again… Her weight over her waist; it’s been so long since she’s had gold around her waist and she’s glad it’s back. Vanessa runs her hands through the belt once more. It feels
ing good.There’s no way to stop from here. There is no way to stop, because, frankly, I just don’t want to. After a year and half of being kept away in the shadows, I have finally proven my worth. And it shows on the apple of my most recent affection; this child.
She wraps her arms around her waist; groping her golden treasure.
I was given the time and the chance to finally show the world what I’m really capable of, it’s a gift I’ll always take full advantage of. But despite this, I feel cheated. While my opponents were there physically, they were missing spiritually. They were like a pair of
ing zombies; they didn’t care about the match and title as much as I do. It’s something I hate to admit, but if wasn’t for that I would’ve never had the advantage I had; it was too easy. Something it shouldn’t be. I should’ve had a challenge damn it. While I do admit to deserving it, I sure as hell didn’t earn it.But, I have been given a resolution. A chance to amend everything I missed out on; to take the Black Widow and that
ing whore, Scratch Cat refused to give me: the right. On Odium, I’ll be getting what I want- a fight. I’ve had it before, and I still want more. My body will play the role as the taker and the receiver; a skin receiver. I have been given the invitation; a sin to decline, invited to take my place as the Gyno Champion, when I stand with my peers; allies and opponents alike. Now, if there’s anything I know, it’s that their not the type who backs down and misses out on a match. So, be it as it may, I’m gonna be facing a hell of a challenge; something I haven’t had in a long time.She sits up. Unbeknownst to her, a red and purple specter of light clash together in the dark sky above.
Obo, Obo, oh no, Obo… Where is your sense of chivalry? Telling Kurt and Manny to back out and save themselves, just to leave little me in the middle of the big, big, ring, as a sacrifice, is one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever heard. For a Champion, you sure come off as a coward. And I think that’s what you are. Think of it, by taking Rebellion away from the equation, you’ve pretty much got yourself an easy task; stake the woman out, take turns with Slutbomb to beat her up, and pin. Easy! But, I decline to give you the satisfaction. You can hit me as hard as you want, but I’ll only come back for more. And before you know it, I will have easily overpowered you.
She places her right palm before her, and uses her left hand as an imaginary pen on an imaginary notebook.
Dear Diary,
The second of my double challenge may be weaker than Obo in appearance. But what she lacks in size, she more than makes up for in skill. When Odium ends, we’ll be almost alike. Last week on Odium, she, if I may put it quite frankly, beat Percy into an oblivion creek. Percy is the former tag team partner of Obo. They were known the world over as Los Hobos. On Odium, I am going to do more to Obo, than she ever did to Percy.
Obo aside, Meg is a rather intriguing figure. I applaud the way she handles the somewhat hectic life she leads. Perhaps, wrestling has become her lark; an escape. It’s an obvious possibility. But I do wish she would cease bringing in her internal affairs. I almost feel like I know too much. As far as I know, she’s just bound to sink herself lower than she already is. Meg, get smart while you can…
As I see it, she’s just been so warped up into her own little twisted world, that come Odium, she’ll be the equivalent to an autistic patient. I can do whatever I want. Seeing the way she’s handled herself in the past, I could really use this to my advantage.
She folds her hands together, as if closing a book. In the night sky above her a new set of red and purple lights cross paths once more. The lights gain reputable speed and soon begin to revolve around one another; taking turns taking sides. The lights gain enough speed and fleetingly form a nova. The brightness soon catches her attention; she rises, and looks upwards to investigate. A kinetic surge soon flows throughout her body. It quickly overpowers her, rendering her body to the grass. Sparks of purple and red peer under her skin, and quickly travel towards her face. The red energy breaks through and excretes from her left eye in a flash of light. The purple energy soon breaks through and excretes from her right eye in a flash of light. The purple and red energies race towards the heavens.
Vanessa slowly rises; convulsing. Vanessa looks up to find the energies on a collision course with the nova. The energies crash into the nova; the sky is filled with a quick and sudden burst of light. A giant cloud hovers over Vanessa. The cloud subsides and reveals two entities. The two entities appear to be carbon copies of Vanessa; but she can tell the difference. They both are living counterparts of her monikers. To her left stands sweet, little Vanessa Red.
How ya’ doin’?
To her right, the deadly and provocative Phoenix.
Hello.
A compelled look settles across Vanessa’s face. Vanessa reaches her hands out. Phoenix and Vanessa Red take it; six hands cupped to form three. Three sisters bounded to one. Phoenix releases and pushes Vanessa away; Vanessa Red pushes herself backwards, and the Phoenix charges into Vanessa Red, and hooks her with a spear. Vanessa pulls Phoenix away from Vanessa Red. Red soon glides towards the heavens. Phoenix takes air and motions after Red. Vanessa tries to push herself of the ground, but unlike her “sisters”, she lacks the ability of flight. Phoenix and Vanessa Red advance into a stand off in the stars. Both entities charge into one another. A look of hate and disdain settled on the face of both entities. A massive weight rips through their world, tearing everything apart into… White.
*
Vanessa opens her eyes. A sixty pound weight lies on her mid-section. Vanessa peers forward to find a little girl on top of her. The girl has the Gyno Championship around her waist. She leaps up to stand. Vanessa lies on her bed. The girl leaps over her, backflips, and lands a moonsault onto Vanessa.
Vanessa:
What did I say?!
Girl:
Sorry, mommy.
The little girl motions towards Vanessa and wraps her arms around her. Vanessa closes her eyes; better than heaven, and kisses the girl on the forehead.
Obo aside, Meg is a rather intriguing figure. I applaud the way she handles the somewhat hectic life she leads. Perhaps, wrestling has become her lark; an escape. It’s an obvious possibility. But I do wish she would cease bringing in her internal affairs. I almost feel like I know too much. As far as I know, she’s just bound to sink herself lower than she already is. Meg, get smart while you can…
As I see it, she’s just been so warped up into her own little twisted world, that come Odium, she’ll be the equivalent to an autistic patient. I can do whatever I want. Seeing the way she’s handled herself in the past, I could really use this to my advantage.
She folds her hands together, as if closing a book. In the night sky above her a new set of red and purple lights cross paths once more. The lights gain reputable speed and soon begin to revolve around one another; taking turns taking sides. The lights gain enough speed and fleetingly form a nova. The brightness soon catches her attention; she rises, and looks upwards to investigate. A kinetic surge soon flows throughout her body. It quickly overpowers her, rendering her body to the grass. Sparks of purple and red peer under her skin, and quickly travel towards her face. The red energy breaks through and excretes from her left eye in a flash of light. The purple energy soon breaks through and excretes from her right eye in a flash of light. The purple and red energies race towards the heavens.
Vanessa slowly rises; convulsing. Vanessa looks up to find the energies on a collision course with the nova. The energies crash into the nova; the sky is filled with a quick and sudden burst of light. A giant cloud hovers over Vanessa. The cloud subsides and reveals two entities. The two entities appear to be carbon copies of Vanessa; but she can tell the difference. They both are living counterparts of her monikers. To her left stands sweet, little Vanessa Red.
How ya’ doin’?
To her right, the deadly and provocative Phoenix.
Hello.
A compelled look settles across Vanessa’s face. Vanessa reaches her hands out. Phoenix and Vanessa Red take it; six hands cupped to form three. Three sisters bounded to one. Phoenix releases and pushes Vanessa away; Vanessa Red pushes herself backwards, and the Phoenix charges into Vanessa Red, and hooks her with a spear. Vanessa pulls Phoenix away from Vanessa Red. Red soon glides towards the heavens. Phoenix takes air and motions after Red. Vanessa tries to push herself of the ground, but unlike her “sisters”, she lacks the ability of flight. Phoenix and Vanessa Red advance into a stand off in the stars. Both entities charge into one another. A look of hate and disdain settled on the face of both entities. A massive weight rips through their world, tearing everything apart into… White.
*
Vanessa opens her eyes. A sixty pound weight lies on her mid-section. Vanessa peers forward to find a little girl on top of her. The girl has the Gyno Championship around her waist. She leaps up to stand. Vanessa lies on her bed. The girl leaps over her, backflips, and lands a moonsault onto Vanessa.
Vanessa:
What did I say?!
Girl:
Sorry, mommy.
The little girl motions towards Vanessa and wraps her arms around her. Vanessa closes her eyes; better than heaven, and kisses the girl on the forehead.
