Post by the Giants on Aug 17, 2012 21:58:54 GMT -5
Mia Poe:
"Stop holding the camera like that. You're just recording the pavement. Okay, there you go. Get a good focus on me."
At the park, Mia and a nameless camerawoman are searching for an interesting backdrop to shoot Poe's first promotional piece in Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Wrestling. Wearing a white wife-beater, white short jeans and white flip-flops, the fabulously intellectual super giant walks proudly in a blowin' wind as her hair dances around her head.
Camerawoman:
"I told you we should've gotten here before sundown. There's not many cool spots now, and the scene just looks off."
Smacking against the heels of her feet, Mia's sandals' noisiness abruptly halts. Pointing in the direction of a public stage, Mia shouts,
Mia Poe:
"How about that!?"
Camerawoman:
"I'm right next to you."
Shrugging off Camerawoman's annoyance, Mia's hands lean against her bony hips out of contemplation.
Mia Poe:
"That's just the right angle. Let's hurry up before night falls."
Skipping down several rows of steps in this outdoor theater, Mia lifts herself onto stage and dangles her legs off the edge. Albeit due to her lengthy legs, her feet are only an inch from ground.
Mia Poe:
"Ready to do this?"
The camerawoman finds a seat in the third row. Upon seating, her cue for Mia to begin is a thumbs up.
Mia Poe:
"Wrestling is a tricky thing. It's not enough to just show up and kick someone's head inward. Anybody can do that, really. That's why when two random assholes fight in the street, nobody really gives much a shit. Sure, people do watch for laughs, but the fighters cannot expect a paycheck. Why? Because they're nobodies."
Tilting her head sideways, exposing her thin neck, Mia drifts off for a handful of seconds till returning unexpectedly.
Mia Poe:
"Records are important, you know? They help establish a person's ability. Take a boxer, for example. When that boxer accumulates a winning percentage that outweighs losses, people begin an emotional investment. Doesn't matter whether said boxer is a prick or admirable, but the fact this person has proven himself. People then begin to pay money to see this person either overcome the odds once more or get fucked."
Finally acknowledging the camera, Mia smiles.
Mia Poe:
"Kelly Martin, you're facing someone with name value. As a current Chaotic Championship Wrestler, someone featured on prime time television, fans are coming to see me workout. That's what this is, really; an elaborate workout routine. Something to prepare me for a truer contest on pay-per-view and whatnot. If it couldn't be anymore clearer, Kelly, not only I but guarantee the fans also view you as a training dummy; a punching bag; a stepping stool; whatever gets across you being the human equivalent of a fucking doormat."
Leaning on the palms of her hands now, which are pushed against the stage's floor, Mia exhales smoothly.
Mia Poe:
"You're the person that welcomes not only me but what W.B.S.W's ruler brings to the table. And I plan to set a standard of which not woman or man can distinguish. It's quite simple: kick start or dropkick."
Stopping the recording, the camerawoman says,
Camerawoman:
"Just as night falls, too. Good stuff."
Mia Poe:
"Yeah. Let's go home and fuck, or something."
"Stop holding the camera like that. You're just recording the pavement. Okay, there you go. Get a good focus on me."
At the park, Mia and a nameless camerawoman are searching for an interesting backdrop to shoot Poe's first promotional piece in Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Wrestling. Wearing a white wife-beater, white short jeans and white flip-flops, the fabulously intellectual super giant walks proudly in a blowin' wind as her hair dances around her head.
Camerawoman:
"I told you we should've gotten here before sundown. There's not many cool spots now, and the scene just looks off."
Smacking against the heels of her feet, Mia's sandals' noisiness abruptly halts. Pointing in the direction of a public stage, Mia shouts,
Mia Poe:
"How about that!?"
Camerawoman:
"I'm right next to you."
Shrugging off Camerawoman's annoyance, Mia's hands lean against her bony hips out of contemplation.
Mia Poe:
"That's just the right angle. Let's hurry up before night falls."
Skipping down several rows of steps in this outdoor theater, Mia lifts herself onto stage and dangles her legs off the edge. Albeit due to her lengthy legs, her feet are only an inch from ground.
Mia Poe:
"Ready to do this?"
The camerawoman finds a seat in the third row. Upon seating, her cue for Mia to begin is a thumbs up.
Mia Poe:
"Wrestling is a tricky thing. It's not enough to just show up and kick someone's head inward. Anybody can do that, really. That's why when two random assholes fight in the street, nobody really gives much a shit. Sure, people do watch for laughs, but the fighters cannot expect a paycheck. Why? Because they're nobodies."
Tilting her head sideways, exposing her thin neck, Mia drifts off for a handful of seconds till returning unexpectedly.
Mia Poe:
"Records are important, you know? They help establish a person's ability. Take a boxer, for example. When that boxer accumulates a winning percentage that outweighs losses, people begin an emotional investment. Doesn't matter whether said boxer is a prick or admirable, but the fact this person has proven himself. People then begin to pay money to see this person either overcome the odds once more or get fucked."
Finally acknowledging the camera, Mia smiles.
Mia Poe:
"Kelly Martin, you're facing someone with name value. As a current Chaotic Championship Wrestler, someone featured on prime time television, fans are coming to see me workout. That's what this is, really; an elaborate workout routine. Something to prepare me for a truer contest on pay-per-view and whatnot. If it couldn't be anymore clearer, Kelly, not only I but guarantee the fans also view you as a training dummy; a punching bag; a stepping stool; whatever gets across you being the human equivalent of a fucking doormat."
Leaning on the palms of her hands now, which are pushed against the stage's floor, Mia exhales smoothly.
Mia Poe:
"You're the person that welcomes not only me but what W.B.S.W's ruler brings to the table. And I plan to set a standard of which not woman or man can distinguish. It's quite simple: kick start or dropkick."
Stopping the recording, the camerawoman says,
Camerawoman:
"Just as night falls, too. Good stuff."
Mia Poe:
"Yeah. Let's go home and fuck, or something."