Post by Julliet Brooks on Jul 30, 2017 23:01:23 GMT
Location: Four Seasons Hotel // Mexico City
Time: 2:30 pm
We open up the scene to view Julliet Brooks sitting on the side of her bed with a towel wrapped around her neck as she removed her sneakers from her feet. She just got out of the gym, so she obviously reeked of sweat, removing her socks afterwards. Before she could remove the rest of her clothing from her body, her phone that was sitting on the desk began to ring. She got up and looked at the screen. The number came up unknown, but still she picked it up to answer it, putting it on speaker.
Julliet Brooks: Hello?
: Hello. Is this Julliet Brooks?
The woman voice wasn't known, but you could tell she was Mexican, but when she spoke English it was very clear. Julliet waited awhile before answering her question.
Julliet Brooks: Yes... this is her. Who am I speaking to?
: This is Marcelina from the Summer Hills Nursery House here in Mexico, and I'm calling regarding a missing sign that you put up awhile back about a lady named Mascarita Rojo. Does that name sound familiar to you at all?
Julliet Brooks: Yes, yes it does. Why?
Marcelina: Well.. this is going to be hard to believe, but she's been asking that I contact you immediately, because she would like to reconnect with you. Would you be interested in stopping by to pay her a visit?
Julliet grabs the phone and walks around the room with it in silence as she looks on in a state of shock. She remains there until a loud noise was heard on the receiving end.
Julliet Brooks: Hello. Are you still there?
Marcelina: Yes ma'am.
Julliet Brooks: Sorry I got quiet, but I kind of figured, excuse me when I say this, thought she passed away several years ago. How did you get my number anyway?
Marcelina: There was a number attached to the picture you put up.
Julliet Brooks: Oh yeah I forgot about that. I'd love to meet her though. She was an inspiration to me as a child and now that she's alive I have so many things that I want to share with her. With that being said... could you tell me where the location is?
Marcelina: Give me just a second.
The lady put her on hold for a few minutes. While she waited, she grabbed a pen and paper and was ready to write the address, name down. The lady returned to the call and revealed then they both hung the call as she folded the paper and stuck it in her purse and headed for the restroom to shower before going anywhere as the scene faded to black.
<b>TBH </b>
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I remember vividly sitting in front of my vintage television watching professional wrestling at the tender age of eleven and being so fascinated by the larger than life characters showing up on my screen and as they got in the ring and started to fight I became more fascinated with how much their passion for what they did shine through and at that very moment I knew this is what I wanted, this is what I wanted to do as an adult, to entertain the people and years later I've become privileged enough to make that dream possible for fans from the across the globe. This time won't be an exception. However there is a new aura surrounding this match and that is due to the fact that there is a vacant championship riding on the line. The Soaring Eagle Championship to be exact. Implications couldn't be any bigger. I know I can talk the talk at any given time, but my actions have been known to define me, and at Eternal Lucha II I will display my actions in a way that my opponents will fail to counteract against me. The level of pain they experience will reach an all time high. I hope these women are aware of this should they attempt anything. Why don't we start talking about the other two participants in this contest. Shall we?
She gazed at the event poster that hung up on the wall then walked past them.
The first one is Julianna Di Maria. The self proclaimed Mercedes-Benz beauty. I'm sorry, but what? You describe yourself after a car yet here I was thinking Angel Kash was bad. Honey, you take the cake, and it makes you sound pathetic, but anyway I digress. Moving on.. I haven't really gathered much information on you, Julianna other than the fact that you're a second generation wrestler and you and myself share similar styles inside the ring as we have submission moves added to our list, but one thing we aren't similar on is our path to get here. You came here to represent another company whereas I had no place to go, so I made GOL my home, but now that you decided to stick around and get a feel of the place, you'll be in for a quite a surprise as you have new competition coming through and you're looking at her dead in the eye. This is my first big opportunity in years at a chance for gold and I'm not about to take a backseat to some second rate, materialistic, self centered bitch.
She nodded her head in the disapproval of the women she mentioned as she folded her arms across her chest.
I've noticed that you seem to go off in your own little trance as your look back on memories of the past. Why is that? Is it because you realize that is the only place you can see your accomplishments? Old memories like that fade away sooner, or later and so will your chances while my chances became greater and more visible to see. Don't think for one second that I'm coming in without a fight to my name. If you think otherwise you're sadly mistaken. I will scratch, and claw my way to victory and there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me. My plan is to show no intimidation, or fear. The only fear that comes to mind would be to witness the title being handed off in the wrong hands, but see I'm not about to let that go down. No way in hell and the only way that can be prevented is by destroying every plan you set forth for yourself and when the time is appropriate enough, I'll lock in one simple move as you look on with beggingly, sad eyes waiting to submit. Meanwhile, while you lay alongside our other opponent in defeat, I will hold up my newly won belt and proclaim that moment as my resurrection.
She leaned back and smiled in a way that seemed alluring.
Let's switch topics and talk about the other person in this match and that is Kenzie Rydell. I've heard your name from just about everywhere, and there is a hype surrounded it. Why? I don't know. Perhaps you got everyone eating at the palm of your hands, but not me. You're just another face that will fall victim to my masterpiece that I've yet to display. People ask me "Julliet, you've accomplished a lot already, so why the need to add on more?" And the answer is simple... nothing is never enough except for the day I become immobilized, but until then this win would mean a great deal to me and I believe I'm the only one capable of walking through hell fire and an abundant of storms to prove myself, for this battle is not yours to conquer, but instead it is mine and mine alone. Your attempts will be all for nothing. Hope that sinks in deeply into that skull of yours, because that's the thoughts that will be running through your mind seconds before you endure the suffering and pain that comes with it.
She paused to put some attention back to the picture on the wall again, but this time she angrily ripped her opponents out of it and kept her's.
There is the final road stop that will lead me to my real destination and that's in the winners circle where I'll be looking up at the bright lights above me holding gold tightly in my arms. I'm sure you'd like the same results, but that's not how the world works, Kenzie. Instead the opposite will occur. You will be ripped apart like a petal layer by layer until you have have nothing else to show for. Breakable and forgotten is what will best describe you once you find yourself in the wreckage, but please enlighten me by predicting a different scenerio. You're only throwing yourself more into the fire in which you can't escape from. When I win that prestigious belt my representation of holding it will be unlike anything that has been committed. Kenzie, much like Julianna will feel my wrath in the most devasting way possible as I watch your dreams vanish from sight.
She scowls at the cameraman and she walks off with such purpose and determination.
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Location: Summer Hills Nursery House // Mexico City
Time: 4:15 pm
The scene opened up again to see Julliet Brooks inside the nursing home this time looking clean and wearing different clothes. She took a moment to check herself at the door before proceeding to walk any further. Once she was finished with that, she found an empty table among more and took a seat in one. There were several elderly folks sitting down as well, and enjoying their meal for today. It had been years since she seen Mascarita, so she wasn't sure if she changed, or looked the same. Then again when she met her she was a child, so assuming here that she had to age at some point. She looked around the room at all the faces and sighed, but expressed a smile anyway. It had been five minutes, and no sight of her then she gazed to where the hall was and she saw a young, woman worker pushing an elderly women with silver hair and glasses on a wheelchair towards her. Julliet stood up knowing it was her as a smile formed on her face. It was so different to see her without the mask on, but nevertheless the lady that was helping her wheeled her in next to where Julliet stood and the lady left. As soon as she did, Julliet went in for a hug and got one in return.
Julliet Brooks: It's so nice to see you again. How have you been?
Mascarita Rojo: I've been alright just trying to enjoy this life given to me while I still can. It was my birthday yesterday. I turned 80 yesrs old. Did you know that?
Julliet Brooks: I wasn't aware, happy belated birthday. Hope you got everything you've wished for.
Mascarita pulls out a necklace from her pocket and shows it to her.
Julliet Brooks: That is a nice gift.. would you like me to help put it on?
Mascarita Rojo: Yes, darling.
Julliet grabs the necklace out of her hand and goes behind, wrapping it around her neck and fastens the clasp on her neck then comes back around to observe it.
Julliet Brooks: Very pretty.
Mascarita Rojo: Thank you, so I heard you are in fighting.
Julliet Brooks: I'm a wrestler now just like you were, and I have an upcoming match here in Mexico with a title on the line. I was hoping I could get your approval on something.
Julliet digs in her purse and pulls out the mask then throws it on the table for a better view.
Julliet Brooks: Since this is big event, I was hoping I could wear your mask that you gave me out to the ring to show how much you still influence my work till this day.
Mascarita caressed her fingers, holding her hand gently while she whispered and sobbed quickly.
Mascarita Rojo: That is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. When I entered here, I figured no one remembered me, or wanted to visit me. Not even my family anymore then I saw you and it made me happy, so put the mask on, and go out there and be the best you can be, but do me a favor, dear?
Julliet Brooks: Anything.
Mascarita Rojo: Please visit me again and let me know if you win.
Julliet Brooks: I will be sure to do that.
Mascarita Rojo: Thank you. God bless you child and everything you have coming you way.
Julliet packs up the mask in her purse then hugs her, giving her a peck on the cheek.
Julliet Brooks: You take care, Mascarita and I will be back soon.
Julliet walks away from the woman, but still looks back as she sees another worker wheeling her back into the hallway.
Time: 2:30 pm
We open up the scene to view Julliet Brooks sitting on the side of her bed with a towel wrapped around her neck as she removed her sneakers from her feet. She just got out of the gym, so she obviously reeked of sweat, removing her socks afterwards. Before she could remove the rest of her clothing from her body, her phone that was sitting on the desk began to ring. She got up and looked at the screen. The number came up unknown, but still she picked it up to answer it, putting it on speaker.
Julliet Brooks: Hello?
: Hello. Is this Julliet Brooks?
The woman voice wasn't known, but you could tell she was Mexican, but when she spoke English it was very clear. Julliet waited awhile before answering her question.
Julliet Brooks: Yes... this is her. Who am I speaking to?
: This is Marcelina from the Summer Hills Nursery House here in Mexico, and I'm calling regarding a missing sign that you put up awhile back about a lady named Mascarita Rojo. Does that name sound familiar to you at all?
Julliet Brooks: Yes, yes it does. Why?
Marcelina: Well.. this is going to be hard to believe, but she's been asking that I contact you immediately, because she would like to reconnect with you. Would you be interested in stopping by to pay her a visit?
Julliet grabs the phone and walks around the room with it in silence as she looks on in a state of shock. She remains there until a loud noise was heard on the receiving end.
Julliet Brooks: Hello. Are you still there?
Marcelina: Yes ma'am.
Julliet Brooks: Sorry I got quiet, but I kind of figured, excuse me when I say this, thought she passed away several years ago. How did you get my number anyway?
Marcelina: There was a number attached to the picture you put up.
Julliet Brooks: Oh yeah I forgot about that. I'd love to meet her though. She was an inspiration to me as a child and now that she's alive I have so many things that I want to share with her. With that being said... could you tell me where the location is?
Marcelina: Give me just a second.
The lady put her on hold for a few minutes. While she waited, she grabbed a pen and paper and was ready to write the address, name down. The lady returned to the call and revealed then they both hung the call as she folded the paper and stuck it in her purse and headed for the restroom to shower before going anywhere as the scene faded to black.
<b>TBH </b>
-----------------------------------------
I remember vividly sitting in front of my vintage television watching professional wrestling at the tender age of eleven and being so fascinated by the larger than life characters showing up on my screen and as they got in the ring and started to fight I became more fascinated with how much their passion for what they did shine through and at that very moment I knew this is what I wanted, this is what I wanted to do as an adult, to entertain the people and years later I've become privileged enough to make that dream possible for fans from the across the globe. This time won't be an exception. However there is a new aura surrounding this match and that is due to the fact that there is a vacant championship riding on the line. The Soaring Eagle Championship to be exact. Implications couldn't be any bigger. I know I can talk the talk at any given time, but my actions have been known to define me, and at Eternal Lucha II I will display my actions in a way that my opponents will fail to counteract against me. The level of pain they experience will reach an all time high. I hope these women are aware of this should they attempt anything. Why don't we start talking about the other two participants in this contest. Shall we?
She gazed at the event poster that hung up on the wall then walked past them.
The first one is Julianna Di Maria. The self proclaimed Mercedes-Benz beauty. I'm sorry, but what? You describe yourself after a car yet here I was thinking Angel Kash was bad. Honey, you take the cake, and it makes you sound pathetic, but anyway I digress. Moving on.. I haven't really gathered much information on you, Julianna other than the fact that you're a second generation wrestler and you and myself share similar styles inside the ring as we have submission moves added to our list, but one thing we aren't similar on is our path to get here. You came here to represent another company whereas I had no place to go, so I made GOL my home, but now that you decided to stick around and get a feel of the place, you'll be in for a quite a surprise as you have new competition coming through and you're looking at her dead in the eye. This is my first big opportunity in years at a chance for gold and I'm not about to take a backseat to some second rate, materialistic, self centered bitch.
She nodded her head in the disapproval of the women she mentioned as she folded her arms across her chest.
I've noticed that you seem to go off in your own little trance as your look back on memories of the past. Why is that? Is it because you realize that is the only place you can see your accomplishments? Old memories like that fade away sooner, or later and so will your chances while my chances became greater and more visible to see. Don't think for one second that I'm coming in without a fight to my name. If you think otherwise you're sadly mistaken. I will scratch, and claw my way to victory and there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me. My plan is to show no intimidation, or fear. The only fear that comes to mind would be to witness the title being handed off in the wrong hands, but see I'm not about to let that go down. No way in hell and the only way that can be prevented is by destroying every plan you set forth for yourself and when the time is appropriate enough, I'll lock in one simple move as you look on with beggingly, sad eyes waiting to submit. Meanwhile, while you lay alongside our other opponent in defeat, I will hold up my newly won belt and proclaim that moment as my resurrection.
She leaned back and smiled in a way that seemed alluring.
Let's switch topics and talk about the other person in this match and that is Kenzie Rydell. I've heard your name from just about everywhere, and there is a hype surrounded it. Why? I don't know. Perhaps you got everyone eating at the palm of your hands, but not me. You're just another face that will fall victim to my masterpiece that I've yet to display. People ask me "Julliet, you've accomplished a lot already, so why the need to add on more?" And the answer is simple... nothing is never enough except for the day I become immobilized, but until then this win would mean a great deal to me and I believe I'm the only one capable of walking through hell fire and an abundant of storms to prove myself, for this battle is not yours to conquer, but instead it is mine and mine alone. Your attempts will be all for nothing. Hope that sinks in deeply into that skull of yours, because that's the thoughts that will be running through your mind seconds before you endure the suffering and pain that comes with it.
She paused to put some attention back to the picture on the wall again, but this time she angrily ripped her opponents out of it and kept her's.
There is the final road stop that will lead me to my real destination and that's in the winners circle where I'll be looking up at the bright lights above me holding gold tightly in my arms. I'm sure you'd like the same results, but that's not how the world works, Kenzie. Instead the opposite will occur. You will be ripped apart like a petal layer by layer until you have have nothing else to show for. Breakable and forgotten is what will best describe you once you find yourself in the wreckage, but please enlighten me by predicting a different scenerio. You're only throwing yourself more into the fire in which you can't escape from. When I win that prestigious belt my representation of holding it will be unlike anything that has been committed. Kenzie, much like Julianna will feel my wrath in the most devasting way possible as I watch your dreams vanish from sight.
She scowls at the cameraman and she walks off with such purpose and determination.
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Location: Summer Hills Nursery House // Mexico City
Time: 4:15 pm
The scene opened up again to see Julliet Brooks inside the nursing home this time looking clean and wearing different clothes. She took a moment to check herself at the door before proceeding to walk any further. Once she was finished with that, she found an empty table among more and took a seat in one. There were several elderly folks sitting down as well, and enjoying their meal for today. It had been years since she seen Mascarita, so she wasn't sure if she changed, or looked the same. Then again when she met her she was a child, so assuming here that she had to age at some point. She looked around the room at all the faces and sighed, but expressed a smile anyway. It had been five minutes, and no sight of her then she gazed to where the hall was and she saw a young, woman worker pushing an elderly women with silver hair and glasses on a wheelchair towards her. Julliet stood up knowing it was her as a smile formed on her face. It was so different to see her without the mask on, but nevertheless the lady that was helping her wheeled her in next to where Julliet stood and the lady left. As soon as she did, Julliet went in for a hug and got one in return.
Julliet Brooks: It's so nice to see you again. How have you been?
Mascarita Rojo: I've been alright just trying to enjoy this life given to me while I still can. It was my birthday yesterday. I turned 80 yesrs old. Did you know that?
Julliet Brooks: I wasn't aware, happy belated birthday. Hope you got everything you've wished for.
Mascarita pulls out a necklace from her pocket and shows it to her.
Julliet Brooks: That is a nice gift.. would you like me to help put it on?
Mascarita Rojo: Yes, darling.
Julliet grabs the necklace out of her hand and goes behind, wrapping it around her neck and fastens the clasp on her neck then comes back around to observe it.
Julliet Brooks: Very pretty.
Mascarita Rojo: Thank you, so I heard you are in fighting.
Julliet Brooks: I'm a wrestler now just like you were, and I have an upcoming match here in Mexico with a title on the line. I was hoping I could get your approval on something.
Julliet digs in her purse and pulls out the mask then throws it on the table for a better view.
Julliet Brooks: Since this is big event, I was hoping I could wear your mask that you gave me out to the ring to show how much you still influence my work till this day.
Mascarita caressed her fingers, holding her hand gently while she whispered and sobbed quickly.
Mascarita Rojo: That is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. When I entered here, I figured no one remembered me, or wanted to visit me. Not even my family anymore then I saw you and it made me happy, so put the mask on, and go out there and be the best you can be, but do me a favor, dear?
Julliet Brooks: Anything.
Mascarita Rojo: Please visit me again and let me know if you win.
Julliet Brooks: I will be sure to do that.
Mascarita Rojo: Thank you. God bless you child and everything you have coming you way.
Julliet packs up the mask in her purse then hugs her, giving her a peck on the cheek.
Julliet Brooks: You take care, Mascarita and I will be back soon.
Julliet walks away from the woman, but still looks back as she sees another worker wheeling her back into the hallway.