Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 19:41:00 GMT -5
"One down, one to go."
[We fade in to find The All American Badass Hannah Kristiansen leaning against a brick wall, arms folded across her chest. The Norwegian born Army Ranger veteran gazes calmly but coolly into the lens.]
HANNAH: And in case you haven't figured it out yet, that means you're next.
[She nods her head, long wavy blonde hair shaking to and fro with the motion.]
HANNAH: See I'm on a mission, Saito. I'm not gonna' call you Saint, 'cause you're more like a gods damned devil. So how about I call you Devil Saito instead? Yeah, we'll go with that. Anyway, Devil, where was I?
[She taps a finger to her chin contemplatingly, a smirk playing along her lips.]
HANNAH: Oh yeah, right, the mission! OF COURSE! So as I was saying...
[She takes a step away from the wall, toward the lens. Her ever present controlled rage takes a decidedly more agitated flare; as if her body is subconsciously preparing her for the approaching battle.]
HANNAH: I WANT that Trench Warfare Championship. Britain Jade thought she could knock me off that path, but she failed. Now it's your turn; though soon you'll learn that I will not be denied! Even though we've never met before, I know you... and you only THINK you know me.
[Hannah starts to pace about, feeling the adrenaline as it starts to flow.]
HANNAH: Yes you are the new ace of pro wrestling. Nobody can dispute that. Time after time I've seen you leaving fuckers layin', as if you were Goro in the Mortal Kombat movie, crushing every man and woman who stepped up to him - until Johnny Cage. Only difference is, you're more Johnny Cage's size and you eat Goros for lunch. You've set a standard of not only beating the shit outta' average sized folks, but also the giants of our sport...
[Hannah stops pacing and hooks a thumb inward at her sternum.]
HANNAH: People like me. But here's the kicker, Devil. Unlike all those other men and women you've grown so used to throwing to the floor with little to no effort, I don't just have my strength to fall back on in a fight. I've also got speed, explosiveness. Just when you think you've worn me out...
[Hannah claps her hands together for emphasis as she speaks her next word.]
HANNAH: BAM! You'll be laid out on your ass, looking up at the lights and wondering [puts on a Japanese tone] "Did anybody get the license off that big rig that just ran my ass over?"
[Grinning, she shifts around a bit on her heels, the obvious anticipation glinting in her eyes.]
HANNAH: So not only am I bigger [she counting off fingers], stronger [two], and faster [three], but what about the actual skill set? I mean SURELY all I've got are these great big paws to swing around wildly with, right? RIGHT?!
[She raises both clenched hands now, again for emphasis, while raising both eyebrows quizzically.]
HANNAH: Well...
[Finally she drops the act, half snorting and half laughing at the same time.]
HANNAH: Nahhhhh. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, honey, but every inch of my body is a registered deadly weapon - even the space between my legs. So you really don't want to fuck with me. But I know, III knooowww...
[Hannah starts to pace again. She does that a lot when building to a point.]
HANNAH: You're the new ace. You're a 20 year old prodigy who's only going to get better with time. Not even in your prime yet, you're already untouchable. And damn sure full of yourself to boot.
[She stops pacing, turning back to gaze coolly into the lens once more.]
HANNAH: It's true, you're damn good at what you do. Some say you're a legend in the making, that the sky's the limit when it comes to Sain- er, Devil Saito! All of the above is true, and yet doesn't come close to encompassing your true potential. Me?
[Again she hooks a thumb inward at herself.]
HANNAH: I'll probably never hold that distinction. I came into this sport much too late. After my six tours, I came home and got married. Had triplets, and I love 'em to death. But right now, three years into my career and at the ripe old age of 30, I'm at my physical peak, my prime. Sure I've still got a lot to learn, but at my age, I've only got another five to ten years at my peak before my body starts to slow down.
[She pauses for a beat, allowing all of that to sink in.]
HANNAH: Now I can talk shit just as well as the next cunt, but all that bullshit I just spewed? That's me being realistic. I've stared death in the face too many fucking times to just be all piss and vinegar. Sure I shot the fucker in his face, but that's another story. My point is this. For all your youthful exuberance, that attitude of yours is actually your greatest weakness. Like I said, I know you, but you only think you know me.
[Hannah pauses to brush a few strands of hair from her face. She puts on that fake Japanese voice again.]
HANNAH: "Hannah Kristiansen, who the fuck is she? Nobody, I tell you! NOBODY! I'm the new ace; a walking, talking, ass kicking machine in a pint-sized package of pain! YEAH! FEAR MY ROAR, FUCKERS! FEAR MY RRROOOAAARRR!"
[Hannah clears her throat and drops the act.]
HANNAH: But see, you can talk shit about everyone else, and say they're worthless. Tell us all how great you are, how you have no equal. Some may even think it's cute before before laid out cold and your hand's raised. But go ahead, Devil. Downplay to your heart's content. Sell me short. After all, I'm nothing, nobody. You'll hand me a five star ass woopin' and move on to the next hopeless victim, right?
[Hannah shakes her head, all games abandoned.]
HANNAH: Wrong! 'Cause while you might say that I'm no threat to you, know that I am MIGHTY! Know that I do NOT fear you, Saint Saito! Know that I am not looking past you to a possible title match with Emery Layton; oh HELL no! I SEE the threat that you are, Saito, but I will not bend a knee! I will NEVER bow down, or run away in terror! Nope, sorry sweetie!
[Hannah raises up her right index finger.]
HANNAH: One down... [then her left index finger] One to go.
[She drops both hands down to her sides.]
HANNAH: Batter up, bitch!
[With that, Hannah marches out of view as we fade to black.]
[We fade in to find The All American Badass Hannah Kristiansen leaning against a brick wall, arms folded across her chest. The Norwegian born Army Ranger veteran gazes calmly but coolly into the lens.]
HANNAH: And in case you haven't figured it out yet, that means you're next.
[She nods her head, long wavy blonde hair shaking to and fro with the motion.]
HANNAH: See I'm on a mission, Saito. I'm not gonna' call you Saint, 'cause you're more like a gods damned devil. So how about I call you Devil Saito instead? Yeah, we'll go with that. Anyway, Devil, where was I?
[She taps a finger to her chin contemplatingly, a smirk playing along her lips.]
HANNAH: Oh yeah, right, the mission! OF COURSE! So as I was saying...
[She takes a step away from the wall, toward the lens. Her ever present controlled rage takes a decidedly more agitated flare; as if her body is subconsciously preparing her for the approaching battle.]
HANNAH: I WANT that Trench Warfare Championship. Britain Jade thought she could knock me off that path, but she failed. Now it's your turn; though soon you'll learn that I will not be denied! Even though we've never met before, I know you... and you only THINK you know me.
[Hannah starts to pace about, feeling the adrenaline as it starts to flow.]
HANNAH: Yes you are the new ace of pro wrestling. Nobody can dispute that. Time after time I've seen you leaving fuckers layin', as if you were Goro in the Mortal Kombat movie, crushing every man and woman who stepped up to him - until Johnny Cage. Only difference is, you're more Johnny Cage's size and you eat Goros for lunch. You've set a standard of not only beating the shit outta' average sized folks, but also the giants of our sport...
[Hannah stops pacing and hooks a thumb inward at her sternum.]
HANNAH: People like me. But here's the kicker, Devil. Unlike all those other men and women you've grown so used to throwing to the floor with little to no effort, I don't just have my strength to fall back on in a fight. I've also got speed, explosiveness. Just when you think you've worn me out...
[Hannah claps her hands together for emphasis as she speaks her next word.]
HANNAH: BAM! You'll be laid out on your ass, looking up at the lights and wondering [puts on a Japanese tone] "Did anybody get the license off that big rig that just ran my ass over?"
[Grinning, she shifts around a bit on her heels, the obvious anticipation glinting in her eyes.]
HANNAH: So not only am I bigger [she counting off fingers], stronger [two], and faster [three], but what about the actual skill set? I mean SURELY all I've got are these great big paws to swing around wildly with, right? RIGHT?!
[She raises both clenched hands now, again for emphasis, while raising both eyebrows quizzically.]
HANNAH: Well...
[Finally she drops the act, half snorting and half laughing at the same time.]
HANNAH: Nahhhhh. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, honey, but every inch of my body is a registered deadly weapon - even the space between my legs. So you really don't want to fuck with me. But I know, III knooowww...
[Hannah starts to pace again. She does that a lot when building to a point.]
HANNAH: You're the new ace. You're a 20 year old prodigy who's only going to get better with time. Not even in your prime yet, you're already untouchable. And damn sure full of yourself to boot.
[She stops pacing, turning back to gaze coolly into the lens once more.]
HANNAH: It's true, you're damn good at what you do. Some say you're a legend in the making, that the sky's the limit when it comes to Sain- er, Devil Saito! All of the above is true, and yet doesn't come close to encompassing your true potential. Me?
[Again she hooks a thumb inward at herself.]
HANNAH: I'll probably never hold that distinction. I came into this sport much too late. After my six tours, I came home and got married. Had triplets, and I love 'em to death. But right now, three years into my career and at the ripe old age of 30, I'm at my physical peak, my prime. Sure I've still got a lot to learn, but at my age, I've only got another five to ten years at my peak before my body starts to slow down.
[She pauses for a beat, allowing all of that to sink in.]
HANNAH: Now I can talk shit just as well as the next cunt, but all that bullshit I just spewed? That's me being realistic. I've stared death in the face too many fucking times to just be all piss and vinegar. Sure I shot the fucker in his face, but that's another story. My point is this. For all your youthful exuberance, that attitude of yours is actually your greatest weakness. Like I said, I know you, but you only think you know me.
[Hannah pauses to brush a few strands of hair from her face. She puts on that fake Japanese voice again.]
HANNAH: "Hannah Kristiansen, who the fuck is she? Nobody, I tell you! NOBODY! I'm the new ace; a walking, talking, ass kicking machine in a pint-sized package of pain! YEAH! FEAR MY ROAR, FUCKERS! FEAR MY RRROOOAAARRR!"
[Hannah clears her throat and drops the act.]
HANNAH: But see, you can talk shit about everyone else, and say they're worthless. Tell us all how great you are, how you have no equal. Some may even think it's cute before before laid out cold and your hand's raised. But go ahead, Devil. Downplay to your heart's content. Sell me short. After all, I'm nothing, nobody. You'll hand me a five star ass woopin' and move on to the next hopeless victim, right?
[Hannah shakes her head, all games abandoned.]
HANNAH: Wrong! 'Cause while you might say that I'm no threat to you, know that I am MIGHTY! Know that I do NOT fear you, Saint Saito! Know that I am not looking past you to a possible title match with Emery Layton; oh HELL no! I SEE the threat that you are, Saito, but I will not bend a knee! I will NEVER bow down, or run away in terror! Nope, sorry sweetie!
[Hannah raises up her right index finger.]
HANNAH: One down... [then her left index finger] One to go.
[She drops both hands down to her sides.]
HANNAH: Batter up, bitch!
[With that, Hannah marches out of view as we fade to black.]