Angels and Amazons: Mina Eyre

[aphilfan]

Wanted to do a little promotion for this event - an inter-fed women's battle royal won by Erica Toughill last year (after placing second the year before.) Second flash packet is due out soon, but if you're interested in reading (sadly I believe the only slots available for actual participation at this point are for jobber types) or finding out more about the event, go to z7.invisionfree.com/JTF_Squaretable/index.php?showforum=156

While I'm at it, I figured I'd post Mina's contributions. Feel free to comment if you'd like, but, hey, new stuff to read!

[aphilfan]

[Fade in to a typical bar, the type that would be dank and smoky if it wasn't in a state that has outlawed indoor smoking. Don't worry, it's still dank. It's early evening, if the light from outside is any indication. There are a fair number of customers, most notably a fairly large man in a brown trucker hat and a white t-shirt. The various other patrons are either engrossed in their own conversations or quietly nursing their own drinks. All seem to be doing their best to ignore the increasingly loud man who has now turned to the bartender for a willing ear. Barkeep provides the patron with another beer.]

Brown Trucker Hat (BTH): Man I missed this place! It's been ages since I came around here...'bout two or three years, come to think of it.

[He takes a pull out of the beer bottle.]

BTH: I was here with this little shit fed, about a month before I fought for their belt and two months before the dump closed. They had just hired this chick with a vampire gimmick, Vamp-Ire, I think she was called.

[Two men at a nearby table - one with scraggly brown hair wearing a gray flannel shirt and a younger guy with a mop of brown hair, aviator shades, and a pop-collared denim jacket - perk up.]

BTH: Well you know, I always like getting a look at the new talent, know what I mean? She was alright...I prefer the blondes, personally, but she had a kinda goth thing going on. No surprise, really, with that gimmick.

[Another drink.]

BTH: But I decided I'd do her a favor and let her ride the roller coaster anyway. So I wait till her match is over - she creamed this big titted redhead in about two minutes, I mean she REALLY kicked her ass - anyway, I wait till that's over and turn on the charm. She walks right past me without saying a word. I say, "What's wrong, honey?" Bit her tongue apparently...she spit blood into a paper towel before she took out the fangs. I says, "Thought you liked that sort of thing, since you're a vampire and all."

[He shakes his head and takes another chug.]

BTH: Bitch told me to get lost, but c'mon, who'd really turn down a piece of this? So I says to her, I says "Well, if you're not into sucking blood, maybe we can find something else for you to suck."

[He turns his face to the bartender, tracing a line on his face.]

BTH: Slapped me with the fang still in her hand, cut me right here. Stormed off before I could even blink.



BTH: Got her back, though. Told everyone she was a lousy lay. Went to the boss and got him to load up on the vampire stuff. She bitched and moaned, finally quit. Good riddance, too. Anyway, haven't been back to this podunk town since...

[He stops as a woman enters the bar. She's a shade under six feet tall, sporting a black tank top and a black leather jacket. Her silver streaked black hair frames a somewhat pale face, her ice blue eyes clearly searching for something.]

BTH: Hey! It's the Vamp-Ire!

[Her eyes dart towards him, narrowing to almost unperceptible slits.]

ME: It's EYRE dipstick! Mina EYRE! Same as the "air" I'll force out of your goddamn lungs if you don't get the name right!

[Brown trucker hat guy stands, revealing him to be about 6'5" or so in addition to his bulky frame. He looks less than enthused as he looms over Mina Eyre. The scraggly haired gentlemen and his companion with the aviator shades stand up as well, though they seem cautious to approach.]

BTH: Remember me?

[He turns his head to reveal a scar across his cheek. It's fairly small, but still noticeable. Mina folds her arms across her chest.]

ME: Yeah, you're the asshole who couldn't leave me the hell alone when I was bleeding. I had to get stitches for that bite and all you can think about is your own dick. You got what you deserved, you lummox.

[Anger flashes in the man's eyes. He swings...]

BTH: BITCH!

[...and misses, as Mina ducks underneath. Using his split second of disorientation to her advantage, she lashes out with a thrust kick that connects square on his jaw.]

*THUD!*

[The guy in the Brown Trucker Hat scrambles to his feet, only to have Mina grab the back of his neck and throw him, past an unsuspecting couple that had just opened the door and out onto the street.]

ME: SUCK ON THAT, ASSHOLE!

[Mina turns back, to find everyone in the bar staring at her.]

ME: WHAT?

[Everyone goes about their business. The bartender warily begins to approach Mina, but the two gentlemen from the nearby table waive him off. The scraggly haired one - Joe "Deadman" Pansac, places some money down on the bar and says some calming words to the barkeep. The guy with the aviator glasses - "Something Better" Wolf Masterson - comes over to his "Horrorshow" teammate.]

WM: See, this is why we can't have nice things.

ME: Trust me, it was getting ugly one way or another.

WM: You're telling me. That guy would scare small children, and you're not so...

*THWACK!*

WM: Owww.

JDP: The bartender seems to think there are some other places around here that we would like better. Let's go find one, shall we?

[Mina nods.]

ME: Yeah, alright. Sorry Joe. First round's on me.

[The three exit, Wolf whooping with delight as we fade out.]

[aphilfan]

[Fade in to a plain black background. Standing in front of this simple backdrop is Mina Eyre. Pale as always, her silver streaked black hair frames her face as her ice blue eyes stare daggers through the camera.]

ME: One thing that always pissed me off about this business is the need to label everyone and everything. It's not enough to go out there and beat the crap out of people, you have to ENTERTAIN. I get that we want to keep fans interested, but thinking like that is what turns awesome technical wrestlers into laughingstocks with shitty gimmicks. Trust me, I know, I have the bite marks to prove it.

[She gestures behind her.]

ME: Or take this backdrop behind me. Plain. Simple. BORING. And when I haven't been in Vampira mode, words I hear a lot of butthurt losers throw my way as if not being a cartoon was somehow a character flaw. Of course, after I choke them out or knock them on their ass I tend to hear far less of that crap.



ME: Hell, even the name of this event - Angels and Amazons. Hey, I get it...get women from all across wrestling into a match regardless of stereotype. I'm sure this has been said before, but I'm no Angel, and I'm no Amazon either.

[She draws herself up to full height - near six feet, though more lean than muscular.]

ME: I'm not the little fairy wench with a silicone enhanced roster placement, and I'm not some oaf communicating in grunts and looking for "Snoo-Snoo." I am a wrecking machine in female form, forced to the back of the line due to an unfortunate nickname and backstage politics. But when I'm not fighting a label, when I get the freedom to be me like I have in the DCWL, people take notice.

[She runs a finger through one of her silver streaks.]

ME: So bring me your cartoons, your whores, your angels, and your amazons. Bring me all you women who'd rather be defined by your gimmick than your work in the ring. Come Angels and Amazons, I will show you that I transcend labels. Maybe then, you'll look beyond the surface and see the true depth of Mina "The Vamp" Eyre.

[With this, she walks off stage right. The lights go off. For a second, darkness. Then, a black light flickers on, illuminating the black backdrop. We see an elaborate design, not noticeable before, depicting Mina Eyre standing in a cross pose above a pile of victims. Above the image, in letters that appear to drip blood, is the word "Horrorshow." At the bottom: "Mina "The Vamp" Eyre." After lingering on this, we fade out.]

[aphilfan]

[We open on the Angels and Amazons backdrop. The big night is here, and so is the tall, pale woman with silver streaked black hair known as Mina "The Vamp" Eyre. Her arms are folded in front of her black tank topped chest, blood red fingernails drumming on her arm, ice blue eyes staring daggers through the camera. She displays a hard smirk with her ruby red lips, but the looks softens slightly, morphing into a small, barely-there smile.]

ME: This is for the women who needed to learn their place.

[She shifts her weight back slightly.]

ME: For the women who were put on their backs just because they were new.

[Mina runs a finger through her hair.]

ME: For the gals who were passed over because their colleagues got on their knees.



ME: And to all who have had to fight through egotistical promoters, backstage politics, and crappy gimmicks just to have your voice heard...this one's for you.

[She unfolds her arms.]

ME: Now I know I don't speak for those I fight for tonight. I have no illusion my performance means jack to anyone but me. But I know that I'm one of the lucky ones. For every person who finds a home, a place where they can be themselves, a place like I have in the DCWL...



ME: ...there are plenty who don't. No, I'm not on some grand crusade. I am here, at Angels and Amazons, not as the Vamp-Eyre that has haunted my career to this point, but as Mina "The Vamp" Eyre, the woman I was born to be. I would not, could not live it down if I didn't take full advantage of this opportunity.

[Back to looking at the camera, the smirk now fully in effect.]

ME: I'll be in the ring with twenty nine other women, most if not all of whom have never heard of me. I am a no-name, fodder for the big stars I'll be sharing the ring with.

[Back to the smile.]

ME: But I can't let down, and I won't let down. I've taken down men twice my size, laid out the Alpha Bitch of the DCWL at our last meeting, and set a trail of destruction through every women's division I've ever been a part of. But this, tonight, is as big an opportunity as any I've had to date. And wouldn't it be something for those big names to fall to one of those girls who couldn't get ahead? What would happen if, one by one, all your Angels and Amazons fell to the Kiss of the Vamp?

[The camera pulls in for a close up.]

ME: It's time to shock the world. For those like me. For those who supported me along the way. But most of all, for Mina Eyre, who after waiting so long has finally arrived.

[With this, we fade out.]