Post by Brianna Casablancas on Jan 30, 2014 0:26:22 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the middle of a nice American Café where people are having polite conversation. Suddenly on one side of a table, a beautiful young lady in a red and gold white dress politely pulls up a chair and sits down with a very infectious smile on her face and talks to the figure that sits across from her that is off camera.
Brianna: Sorry that took me so long love …but you know how “powdering one’s nose” can be sometimes.
She looks at the table to notice that the while she was away that the waiter delivered their tea. She seems a bit surprised that the service was so quick.
Brianna: Oh, and how lovely, our tea has already arrived. I know our fellow country mean might complain but the yanks are certainly better at service than they give them credit for. Don’t you think, Idris?
She waits for her dining partner to answer but she continues as she is embarrassed that she has distracted him from something. Her face blushes.
Brianna: Sorry, I was not aware you had your mouth full, dear. As I was saying before I took my leave, that first show appeared on was absolutely mental. Those OCW yanks at the very least know how to make a show resonating from a High School Gymnasium entertaining at the very least. It certainly isn’t as prim and proper as we are accustomed to …but that is just the way I like it. Back home, it is all about chain wrestling and what do we have to show for it? Most grappling promotions are treated like a carnival show. While OCW might not be the tops, grappling here at least provides more opportunity to have “fun” my way. And it isn’t looked down at as much … in fact, some promotions are involved in the mainstream media. Of course, Online Championship Wrestling is not one of those promotions. It is very much a "grass roots paid in peanuts" operation. But that allows me to do whatever my pretty little head feels desires.
Brianna Casablancas takes a sip of her tea before setting it down to continue her conversation with the other person at the table.
Brianna: I would imagine that the programs will only get more mental now that President Dean announced not only when the Resurrection paid event shall be but that he will choose two grapplers to challenge for that title at said event. It will be so humorous watching my fellow roster-mates bending over backwards to impress him and undercut others to make an impression. And why do they do this? From what I’ve learned, it is merely just to feed their ego or prove that they are the “best.” These blokes and birds put far too much weight in victories and losses instead of just having a good time beating the living shite out of each other. I find that process more cathartic than crawling over my mates for something as silly as a piddly championship. To each their own, right?
Brianna puts her napkin on her lap before starting to cut her crumpet with her knife and fork. She continues speaking to her mystery person.
Brianna: The queer aspect of this is that I will be facing the only chap who has just as little interest in titles this Monday for my Massacre debut. Normally, I would jump at the chance to challenge someone whose mind is not muddled with visions of gold and top billings, but his reasoning greatly disturbs me Idris. He is unlike myself for it seems as if he is fighting for worse reasons than the rest of the OCW grapplers. If Massacre’s ending was evidence than he seems to be nothing more than a lackey of some sort. He didn’t even speak for himself, he just let the bitter egomaniacal sod he worked for do all of the speaking for him. Don’t misunderstand me; it was a bang up plan. I admire the innovation that both men put into the theft of all of those titles. But one has to wonder why Mr. Bruno felt it necessary to go to all of this trouble infiltrate a company that is only worth a pound or two. If he really had any aspirations, would it not make more sense to infiltrate a billion dollar corporate entity and decimate that company and commit theft of their titles? But instead of doing THAT, you sacrifice your identity to work as another man’s henchmen to sabotage a company you personally do not have a stake in or like your boss, a vendetta against. So this gentleman is just fighting someone else’s war.
She finishes cutting her pastry and starts slowly eat it as she apparently listens to the person on the other end of the table. She then takes her napkins to dabble the sides of her mouth before answering.
Brianna: Yes Idris, he certainly does seem to have a very low self-esteem.
She takes another sip of her tea before speaking once more.
Brianna: While this Lou Bruno is a big bloke, he is obviously not a very intelligent fellow if he has to do some other gentleman’s bidding. And I am sure, he believes that since he is a roughneck brawler that no matter what his state of mind will be that he will easily beat my arse and pin me in the ring. And maybe that would be true with the other birds here. Those ladies step into the ring with men to prove a point about the battle of the sexes; they fight out of insecurity therefore these ladies are fighting to win something …just like everyone else. As much as I love the loose boundaries this company allows …the lot here takes something that should be a pleasurable light hearted experience like smashing a person’s face into a ring post into something so bloody serious. And that is why this brawler should worry going against me. I consider winning and losing bollocks. I don’t see the point of pinning someone until I am fully done beating on a bloke just like I don’t see the point in staying down because like my disregard for victory, I have the same disregard for pain or my own personal well-being. But Lou Bruno is entering the ring to win a match for some other wanker or will be out there for the same greed for fame and glory everyone else is. Either way, his resolve is vain and wins or loses …will be looking to be in a whole lot more pain than the chap will be expecting.
She listens intently to her partner while taking bigger sips from her tea cup.
Brianna: Why yes Idris, I am very excited for this debut. In the real world; in the refined world people look down at me or try to arrest me for having my shits and giggles at other people’s expenses. When that bell rings, I finally get to let loose without consequences. I finally get the euphoric feeling of watching another human being in pain. And isn’t that what life is all about? Doing the things you are passionate about? Doing the things that give you a warm feeling inside? And I do hope Bruno tries to indulge in my infectious mirth during the encounter and tries to dish a little bit of the good times back my way.
She finishes up her tea as she reacts with her wonderful enthusiasm.
Brianna: Yes, I am thrilled dear.
Suddenly, the handsome waiter walks up to their table and politely speaks to her.
Waiter: Ma’am, how is your tea?
Brianna: Oh, it is jolly good. But it seems my mate’s cup is still too hot because he has barely taken a sip.
Her waiter looks at her a bit confused as to exactly she is talking about but does appreciate how endearing her personality is.
Waiter: What do you mean your “mate?” The other person in your party has not arrived yet.
All of a sudden, Brianna’s face goes from delightfully pleasant to greatly offended by this yank.
Brianna: Of course, he is. He is sitting right in front of you.
She points to the other end of her table but instead of a person, it is a folded up steel chair with a cut out picture of actor Idris Elba on it. The waiter has no idea what to say other than the truth.
Waiter: That isn’t a person.
Brianna stands up even more offended with the insinuation that her date for the morning is not a human being. But she just figures he doesn’t know prominent British actors.
Brianna: What are you daft? Don’t you know world famous thespian Idris Elba?
Waiter: Miss, that isn’t …
Now more furious than she has ever been, Brianna Casablancas cuts him off once more to explain what he might know Idris from.
Brianna: Oh, you might know him as the black guy from both of the Thor films …but can’t you hear how disrespected he is with your besmirching of his name?
Waiter: I hate to tell you this but that is a chair.
She had never heard of THAT American insult towards a person but figured that could be the only conclusion for how disrespectful this young American is being to her colleague.
Brianna: Well, I NEVER! BRING ME MY CHECK!
The waiter nods at her.
Waiter: As you wish.
As he turns his back to her he whispers under his breath.
Waiter: …psycho.
She wipes her face once more with her napkin before speaking to her date/steel chair once more.
Brianna: Don’t you listen to him Idris. You are the most underrated actor in EVERY nation.
Brianna: Sorry that took me so long love …but you know how “powdering one’s nose” can be sometimes.
She looks at the table to notice that the while she was away that the waiter delivered their tea. She seems a bit surprised that the service was so quick.
Brianna: Oh, and how lovely, our tea has already arrived. I know our fellow country mean might complain but the yanks are certainly better at service than they give them credit for. Don’t you think, Idris?
She waits for her dining partner to answer but she continues as she is embarrassed that she has distracted him from something. Her face blushes.
Brianna: Sorry, I was not aware you had your mouth full, dear. As I was saying before I took my leave, that first show appeared on was absolutely mental. Those OCW yanks at the very least know how to make a show resonating from a High School Gymnasium entertaining at the very least. It certainly isn’t as prim and proper as we are accustomed to …but that is just the way I like it. Back home, it is all about chain wrestling and what do we have to show for it? Most grappling promotions are treated like a carnival show. While OCW might not be the tops, grappling here at least provides more opportunity to have “fun” my way. And it isn’t looked down at as much … in fact, some promotions are involved in the mainstream media. Of course, Online Championship Wrestling is not one of those promotions. It is very much a "grass roots paid in peanuts" operation. But that allows me to do whatever my pretty little head feels desires.
Brianna Casablancas takes a sip of her tea before setting it down to continue her conversation with the other person at the table.
Brianna: I would imagine that the programs will only get more mental now that President Dean announced not only when the Resurrection paid event shall be but that he will choose two grapplers to challenge for that title at said event. It will be so humorous watching my fellow roster-mates bending over backwards to impress him and undercut others to make an impression. And why do they do this? From what I’ve learned, it is merely just to feed their ego or prove that they are the “best.” These blokes and birds put far too much weight in victories and losses instead of just having a good time beating the living shite out of each other. I find that process more cathartic than crawling over my mates for something as silly as a piddly championship. To each their own, right?
Brianna puts her napkin on her lap before starting to cut her crumpet with her knife and fork. She continues speaking to her mystery person.
Brianna: The queer aspect of this is that I will be facing the only chap who has just as little interest in titles this Monday for my Massacre debut. Normally, I would jump at the chance to challenge someone whose mind is not muddled with visions of gold and top billings, but his reasoning greatly disturbs me Idris. He is unlike myself for it seems as if he is fighting for worse reasons than the rest of the OCW grapplers. If Massacre’s ending was evidence than he seems to be nothing more than a lackey of some sort. He didn’t even speak for himself, he just let the bitter egomaniacal sod he worked for do all of the speaking for him. Don’t misunderstand me; it was a bang up plan. I admire the innovation that both men put into the theft of all of those titles. But one has to wonder why Mr. Bruno felt it necessary to go to all of this trouble infiltrate a company that is only worth a pound or two. If he really had any aspirations, would it not make more sense to infiltrate a billion dollar corporate entity and decimate that company and commit theft of their titles? But instead of doing THAT, you sacrifice your identity to work as another man’s henchmen to sabotage a company you personally do not have a stake in or like your boss, a vendetta against. So this gentleman is just fighting someone else’s war.
She finishes cutting her pastry and starts slowly eat it as she apparently listens to the person on the other end of the table. She then takes her napkins to dabble the sides of her mouth before answering.
Brianna: Yes Idris, he certainly does seem to have a very low self-esteem.
She takes another sip of her tea before speaking once more.
Brianna: While this Lou Bruno is a big bloke, he is obviously not a very intelligent fellow if he has to do some other gentleman’s bidding. And I am sure, he believes that since he is a roughneck brawler that no matter what his state of mind will be that he will easily beat my arse and pin me in the ring. And maybe that would be true with the other birds here. Those ladies step into the ring with men to prove a point about the battle of the sexes; they fight out of insecurity therefore these ladies are fighting to win something …just like everyone else. As much as I love the loose boundaries this company allows …the lot here takes something that should be a pleasurable light hearted experience like smashing a person’s face into a ring post into something so bloody serious. And that is why this brawler should worry going against me. I consider winning and losing bollocks. I don’t see the point of pinning someone until I am fully done beating on a bloke just like I don’t see the point in staying down because like my disregard for victory, I have the same disregard for pain or my own personal well-being. But Lou Bruno is entering the ring to win a match for some other wanker or will be out there for the same greed for fame and glory everyone else is. Either way, his resolve is vain and wins or loses …will be looking to be in a whole lot more pain than the chap will be expecting.
She listens intently to her partner while taking bigger sips from her tea cup.
Brianna: Why yes Idris, I am very excited for this debut. In the real world; in the refined world people look down at me or try to arrest me for having my shits and giggles at other people’s expenses. When that bell rings, I finally get to let loose without consequences. I finally get the euphoric feeling of watching another human being in pain. And isn’t that what life is all about? Doing the things you are passionate about? Doing the things that give you a warm feeling inside? And I do hope Bruno tries to indulge in my infectious mirth during the encounter and tries to dish a little bit of the good times back my way.
She finishes up her tea as she reacts with her wonderful enthusiasm.
Brianna: Yes, I am thrilled dear.
Suddenly, the handsome waiter walks up to their table and politely speaks to her.
Waiter: Ma’am, how is your tea?
Brianna: Oh, it is jolly good. But it seems my mate’s cup is still too hot because he has barely taken a sip.
Her waiter looks at her a bit confused as to exactly she is talking about but does appreciate how endearing her personality is.
Waiter: What do you mean your “mate?” The other person in your party has not arrived yet.
All of a sudden, Brianna’s face goes from delightfully pleasant to greatly offended by this yank.
Brianna: Of course, he is. He is sitting right in front of you.
She points to the other end of her table but instead of a person, it is a folded up steel chair with a cut out picture of actor Idris Elba on it. The waiter has no idea what to say other than the truth.
Waiter: That isn’t a person.
Brianna stands up even more offended with the insinuation that her date for the morning is not a human being. But she just figures he doesn’t know prominent British actors.
Brianna: What are you daft? Don’t you know world famous thespian Idris Elba?
Waiter: Miss, that isn’t …
Now more furious than she has ever been, Brianna Casablancas cuts him off once more to explain what he might know Idris from.
Brianna: Oh, you might know him as the black guy from both of the Thor films …but can’t you hear how disrespected he is with your besmirching of his name?
Waiter: I hate to tell you this but that is a chair.
She had never heard of THAT American insult towards a person but figured that could be the only conclusion for how disrespectful this young American is being to her colleague.
Brianna: Well, I NEVER! BRING ME MY CHECK!
The waiter nods at her.
Waiter: As you wish.
As he turns his back to her he whispers under his breath.
Waiter: …psycho.
She wipes her face once more with her napkin before speaking to her date/steel chair once more.
Brianna: Don’t you listen to him Idris. You are the most underrated actor in EVERY nation.