Post by Cassandra on Sept 1, 2019 14:40:15 GMT -5
(It is a sunny afternoon. The time...1pm. Inside the beautiful home of Cassandra and her husband Reno Destiny, Cassandra is all set to take their eight year old son Sevyn Destiny out for the afternoon to do some shopping at the mall.)
Cassandra: You almost ready?
Sevyn Destiny: Yep. Just gotta put my shoes on.
Cassandra: Good because I don’t want us running late. You know how I hate that.
Sevyn Destiny: I know.
(The young boy starts to put his shoes on while Cassandra stands over him looking on.)
Sevyn Destiny: Have you told Dad yet about your big news?
Cassandra: Not yet, but he will find out soon enough. He’ll be very proud of me for going after the SFT Hardcore Championship. Your father knows very well how hard I can kick ass when I have to. I show no mercy towards ANYONE who tries to defy me.
Sevyn Destiny: Harold won’t be a threat to you Mom. You can take him!
Cassandra: Of course I will. This could be a one shot chance to nab that Hardcore Title. I’m not about to fuck it up.
Sevyn Destiny: Mom! Language!
Cassandra: You didn’t hear a thing. Besides, I’m allowed to swear. You’re not. Now come on. Chop, chop! I have something to do after I take you shopping. Something that must be done today.
(They start for the front door.)
Sevyn Destiny: Can you buy me that new video game I’ve been wanting?
Cassandra: Yes.
Sevyn Destiny: Can we also stop for something to eat at the new Japanese cuisine restaurant downtown?
Cassandra: ….Don’t push it Sev.
(The boy smiles as they head out the door to go to the car to go shopping.)
(That evening….)
(Cassandra is now in her home gym where she has been working out hard for the past hour. This is nothing new to her. She has always made sure she stays in excellent athletic shape. She has just finished up with the barbells and she goes over to the bench, picks up a towel and wipes the sweat from her face. She grabs a drink of water from the water bottle, then puts it down. She looks at the camera with a determined and confident face. After all, this is serious business going after the Hardcore Championship. She is not about to mess this up.)
Cassandra: Well it’s here. A BIG opportunity that I refuse to let pass me by. The chance to wear gold around my waist. The chance to show everyone out there just how GREAT I really am. Of course, not that everyone don’t already know.
Cassandra: My opponent for this “dance”….Harold. I like to call him “Little Harold” because that is exactly what he is compared to me. For him to think that he stands a chance against a fierce competitor like ME in that ring, well…..that just makes him an outright FOOL, now doesn’t it. And that is just what Harold is…A FOOL. He is a specimen of stupidity for him to think he will be ANY kind of challenge for me in this title match. When people think of Harold, they think of one thing….A WEAK BEING. He is weak in mind and body. He isn’t a smart person. Clearly.
Cassandra: Oh, but I am sure you TRY….don’t you Little Harold….
(In Cassandra’s mind. Harold is the little train that just CAN’T.)
Cassandra: But here’s a huge news flash for you….TRYING WON’T CUT IT. You wanna be the next Hardcore Champion, then you best step up your game one hundred notches! Because THAT is just how much you need improvement! I kid you not. I tell no lies. In fact, I think it’s pathetic that you even have one ounce of interest in the SFT Hardcore Title in the first place. I mean, come on Harold. You are ANYTHING BUT HARDCORE!
Cassandra: But me….Oh yes….I am hardcore all the way. I can and WILL be as ruthless and raw as I need to be in order to take the Hardcore Championship all for myself. And Harold….you are about to be embarrassed in abundance by me. I am not coming to this match against you to play mind games or to play nice. I am coming to FIGHT. I am coming to WIN.
Cassandra: And that is exactly what I am going to do Harold…. I am coming to WIN.
(The camera fades to black.)
