Post by walkindude on Apr 23, 2024 0:12:12 GMT
The FAWN Arena, one week prior to Spring Break...
Fade from the FAWN.com logo to a shot of Joanna Coleman standing backstage at the FAWN Arena in what appeared to be the hallway leading to the small medical wing. Seeing the red light go on, the longtime analyst offered everyone on the other side of the camera a smile and said, “Good afternoon FAWNatics, Joanna Coleman here for an exclusive interview with a former Lightweight Champion, the Celestial Stunner herself, Estrina Starfire.”
The shot pulled wider as Estrina stepped into frame on Joanna's right. Clad in bright red yoga pants and her brand new 'Blood, SWEAT, No Tears' tee-shirt, Starfire was all smiles as she shook hands with Coleman.
“Always a pleasure to see you, Estrina. Now, you've had a, shall we say intense few months dealing with the Lost Daughters, Tiffany Mayes and Claudia Rooney. And despite vanquishing both in singles action, the Daughters made a point to target your right knee to the point that we haven't seen you in the ring since besting Claudia at Thrills, Chills, & Spills. Dare I hope you have some good news to share with us today?”
Estrina's smile got a little wider as she nodded. “I suppose you can dare, Joanna. Yes, I've been out of action for several weeks now, but I've spent the last few in rigorous physical therapy and I'm thrilled to tell everyone that as of about fifteen minutes ago I've been cleared by Dr. Vannacutt to get back in the ring!”
“That's excellent news indeed! How soon can your fans look forward to seeing the Solar Flare and the Starstruck in all their celestial glory?”
Starfire started to respond, only to be interrupted by a cool voice from the left. “That's a remarkably thoughtless question, Ms. Coleman. I would've thought better of someone with your reputation for journalistic integrity.”
The angle shifted left, then widened to confirm that Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo had crept close without anyone noticing. Clad in faded black denim and an equally well-worn (it looked to bear the WOLF insignia) 'Woodsboro Mangler' hoodie, SIC watched the proceedings with a look of mild distaste stamped across her prim features.
Startled but not thrown by the interruption, Coleman looked to the newcomer and asked, “You have a problem with my line of questioning, Sylvia?”
“Not usually, no. You do tend to rely on softballs a bit more than I'd prefer, but the questions posed are fair and mostly informative. Just now though, I can't in good conscience remain silent when practically the first question out of your mouth is to wonder how quickly a woman whose knee is held together with duct tape and rubber bands will resume leaping off the top rope or smashing that very same joint into the faces of hapless adversaries.” Castillo paused, took a step closer to Coleman and Starfire. “If you were truly interested in her well-being, Ms. Coleman, you'd ask Starfire if she plans to make any adjustments to her current ridiculous style, one that perhaps puts less strain on her clearly fragile fo—”
Estrina stepped around Joanna to get in Sylvia's face. “What did you call me, rookie?”
“Fragile.” Sylvia didn't back down in the slightest. “You'd have heard me if you weren't so eager to interrupt.”
Quick to interpose herself between the brunettes, Joanna cleared her throat and said, “While I don't condone the rudeness, Sylvia does make a valid point. Have you given any consideration to adjusting your style to something that'll be less stressful on your body as a whole?”
“Have I considered it? Of course, I've been wrestling for fifteen (?) years at this point and I've got some wear and tear. But I take good care of myself and considering that my knee feels great, I'm not about to take career advice from some rookie brat that's afraid to leave her feet.”
Castillo sniffed in disgust. “Pathetic. You're one bad landing away from the end of your career and you don't respect the craft enough to adjust accordingly. Of course I don't know why I'm surprised. After all, I'm talking to a woman that made her name sticking other wrestlers' faces in her armpit.”
Estrina chested up on SIC who gave it right back, the two lightweights now nose to nose. “And you're talking like a little girl who wants her name added to that illustrious list.” the Princess of Perspiration snarled.
“I'm going to let that slide because you're clearly still high on pain killers.” Sylvia snapped. “A flashy poseur like you couldn't beat me at your peak, let alone with one good leg. Stepping into the ring with me at this point will only hasten your inevitable march toward a wheelchair.”
“Sounds like you're afraid of losing that shiny zero in your loss column, rookie.”
“Call me a rookie one more time.” Castillo murmured. “And I'll make everything the Lost Daughters inflicted upon you look like day one at Physical Therapy.”
“I'd love to see you try, rookie.” Starfire challenged. “Perhaps at Spring Break? It's not a school night, so you can stay up a little later for the spanking I'm gonna dish out.”
SIC offered the Celestial Stunner a hard, wicked smile before she flicked her eyes to Joanna. “I trust you'll relay this poorly thought-out challenge to Bethany Christian? Assuming she's as irresponsibly reckless as this idiot, I'll see you both at Spring Break.” She turned to Estrina, her smile replaced with a withering glare. “At least wear a brace. I won't have that trick knee of yours tearing like tissue paper after the first Dragon Screw.”
“Don't need a brace, Sylvia.” Starfire countered. “Just a shoehorn to help get my boot out of your ass.”
Castillo rolled her eyes and stalked off without another word.
After a moment's careful surveillance to ensure she wouldn't come back, Joanna turned to the camera and said, “You heard it here first, FAWNatics. Pending the approval of Bethany Christian, it'll be Estrina Starfire returning to the ring against Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo at Spring Break 2024!”
Fade from the FAWN.com logo to a shot of Joanna Coleman standing backstage at the FAWN Arena in what appeared to be the hallway leading to the small medical wing. Seeing the red light go on, the longtime analyst offered everyone on the other side of the camera a smile and said, “Good afternoon FAWNatics, Joanna Coleman here for an exclusive interview with a former Lightweight Champion, the Celestial Stunner herself, Estrina Starfire.”
The shot pulled wider as Estrina stepped into frame on Joanna's right. Clad in bright red yoga pants and her brand new 'Blood, SWEAT, No Tears' tee-shirt, Starfire was all smiles as she shook hands with Coleman.
“Always a pleasure to see you, Estrina. Now, you've had a, shall we say intense few months dealing with the Lost Daughters, Tiffany Mayes and Claudia Rooney. And despite vanquishing both in singles action, the Daughters made a point to target your right knee to the point that we haven't seen you in the ring since besting Claudia at Thrills, Chills, & Spills. Dare I hope you have some good news to share with us today?”
Estrina's smile got a little wider as she nodded. “I suppose you can dare, Joanna. Yes, I've been out of action for several weeks now, but I've spent the last few in rigorous physical therapy and I'm thrilled to tell everyone that as of about fifteen minutes ago I've been cleared by Dr. Vannacutt to get back in the ring!”
“That's excellent news indeed! How soon can your fans look forward to seeing the Solar Flare and the Starstruck in all their celestial glory?”
Starfire started to respond, only to be interrupted by a cool voice from the left. “That's a remarkably thoughtless question, Ms. Coleman. I would've thought better of someone with your reputation for journalistic integrity.”
The angle shifted left, then widened to confirm that Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo had crept close without anyone noticing. Clad in faded black denim and an equally well-worn (it looked to bear the WOLF insignia) 'Woodsboro Mangler' hoodie, SIC watched the proceedings with a look of mild distaste stamped across her prim features.
Startled but not thrown by the interruption, Coleman looked to the newcomer and asked, “You have a problem with my line of questioning, Sylvia?”
“Not usually, no. You do tend to rely on softballs a bit more than I'd prefer, but the questions posed are fair and mostly informative. Just now though, I can't in good conscience remain silent when practically the first question out of your mouth is to wonder how quickly a woman whose knee is held together with duct tape and rubber bands will resume leaping off the top rope or smashing that very same joint into the faces of hapless adversaries.” Castillo paused, took a step closer to Coleman and Starfire. “If you were truly interested in her well-being, Ms. Coleman, you'd ask Starfire if she plans to make any adjustments to her current ridiculous style, one that perhaps puts less strain on her clearly fragile fo—”
Estrina stepped around Joanna to get in Sylvia's face. “What did you call me, rookie?”
“Fragile.” Sylvia didn't back down in the slightest. “You'd have heard me if you weren't so eager to interrupt.”
Quick to interpose herself between the brunettes, Joanna cleared her throat and said, “While I don't condone the rudeness, Sylvia does make a valid point. Have you given any consideration to adjusting your style to something that'll be less stressful on your body as a whole?”
“Have I considered it? Of course, I've been wrestling for fifteen (?) years at this point and I've got some wear and tear. But I take good care of myself and considering that my knee feels great, I'm not about to take career advice from some rookie brat that's afraid to leave her feet.”
Castillo sniffed in disgust. “Pathetic. You're one bad landing away from the end of your career and you don't respect the craft enough to adjust accordingly. Of course I don't know why I'm surprised. After all, I'm talking to a woman that made her name sticking other wrestlers' faces in her armpit.”
Estrina chested up on SIC who gave it right back, the two lightweights now nose to nose. “And you're talking like a little girl who wants her name added to that illustrious list.” the Princess of Perspiration snarled.
“I'm going to let that slide because you're clearly still high on pain killers.” Sylvia snapped. “A flashy poseur like you couldn't beat me at your peak, let alone with one good leg. Stepping into the ring with me at this point will only hasten your inevitable march toward a wheelchair.”
“Sounds like you're afraid of losing that shiny zero in your loss column, rookie.”
“Call me a rookie one more time.” Castillo murmured. “And I'll make everything the Lost Daughters inflicted upon you look like day one at Physical Therapy.”
“I'd love to see you try, rookie.” Starfire challenged. “Perhaps at Spring Break? It's not a school night, so you can stay up a little later for the spanking I'm gonna dish out.”
SIC offered the Celestial Stunner a hard, wicked smile before she flicked her eyes to Joanna. “I trust you'll relay this poorly thought-out challenge to Bethany Christian? Assuming she's as irresponsibly reckless as this idiot, I'll see you both at Spring Break.” She turned to Estrina, her smile replaced with a withering glare. “At least wear a brace. I won't have that trick knee of yours tearing like tissue paper after the first Dragon Screw.”
“Don't need a brace, Sylvia.” Starfire countered. “Just a shoehorn to help get my boot out of your ass.”
Castillo rolled her eyes and stalked off without another word.
After a moment's careful surveillance to ensure she wouldn't come back, Joanna turned to the camera and said, “You heard it here first, FAWNatics. Pending the approval of Bethany Christian, it'll be Estrina Starfire returning to the ring against Sylvia Ivelisse Castillo at Spring Break 2024!”