Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2021 13:18:22 GMT -5
IT'S NOT 2009!
(OFF CAMERA)
ISABELLA'S HOTEL ROOM, RENO, NEVADA
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“This is a terrible idea. Like really, really bad.”
Camilla paced back and forth. Nails digging into palms, fists clenched.
“I should call Brad. He can find Ursula another opponent. He...”
“Are you done?”
The voice of Isabella Pazzini was cold in tone.
“Sis... you’re 2 months off 40, this isn’t the kind of...”
“ARE YOU DONE?”
Camilla sighed, sitting down on the sofa next to her sister.
“This is crazy, you know that right? You’ve barely wrestled a singles match in over SEVEN years. Under Total Anarchy rules... against the TERMINATOR... you... you are literally going to die. Like... just squished. I’ll have to team with Nico, or Ricky, or...”
“Camilla. Shut up.”
The sisters glared at each other.
“Sis... you know why you retired in 2014, right?”
“You forced me to.”
“Yeah, but why?”
“.....Because my body was shot to pieces?”
“ Uh-huh.”
Camilla put a hand on Isabella’s hand, which the older sister shrugged away.
“I didn’t wrestle for over five years. I healed a lot of my injuries. You agreed I could come back to wrestling!”
“Yeah! As a TAG wrestler. That’s why you teamed with Harriet in Canada. That’s why I’m here with you in Reno. You need someone to watch your back, to keep you safe, to...”
“Oh fuck off.” Isabella rolled her eyes. “You pay money to a big gay dude to raise your own daughter, and you wanna talk about looking after me? Seven years... have you forgotten who the hell I am?!”
Camilla groaned.
“Oh no, don’t do the spee--”
Isabella shoves her palm up to Camilla’s face.
“Lips moving, still talking. I am the Diva of Extreme! I am the SIX time World Champion, Hall of Famer, former JAPANESE DEATHMATCH CHAMPION... Brad Jackson knows damn well what I am capable of.”
“When? It’s not 2009, Izzy! You’re nearly in your forties, and...”
“Brad Jackson is in his fifties and he’d shove Betsy right up your ass and Ursula’s too real quick.” There was venom in Isabella’s voice. “Thank you for your concern, Camilla, it has been duly noted. But I’m a big girl, and I can fight my own battles, capiche?”
“IT’S FUCKING UVR! She’s not a blonde twig tart like Amy or a Bayou bint like Scarlett. She’s a DANGEROUS BITCH. And okay, let’s look at this in a bubble. Suppose you find a way to actually BEAT UVR. Then what? You’re gonna face SUPREME MACHINE. So if UVR doesn’t kill you, SuMa WILL! When are you going to realize, you & Jackson both, that it isn’t 2009 anymore? You are an old woman, and you have no buisness being in the ring with--”
*SMACK*
Isabella slaps her sister around the face.
“I am NOT OLD.”
Camilla rubs her face.
“Izzy... I’m scared for you. Aren’t you scared?”
Isabella closed her eyes and bowed her head for a moment.
“Of course I’m fucking scared. You think I need you to tell me what Ursula is capable of? That woman could smash me into a thousand pieces, and you babbling on showing now faith in me is kinda really not helping...”
“Oh. I... I’m sorry? But if you are scared, why not talk to Brad and...”
“DAMMIT CAMILLA, I have to know!”
“Know? Know what?”
Isabella took a deep breath.
“I need to know... who I am. Where I stand. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m no longer the Diva of Extreme. Maybe I’m no longer the six time world champion. Maybe I’m just a washed up old hag. But Camilla...”
She turns to her sister.
“If I cower away from this fight, if I run from UVR... if I don’t get in that ring and fight her with every fibre of my being... I’ll never know. People can talk about technicals, power, all that shit. That was never who I was. I couldn’t match you in terms of power or technique even in my prime. But that’s not how I made my name, Camilla.”
She has a certain degree of determination in her eyes.
“I am a fighter. I use my heart, desire and intelligence to win. I scratched and clawed against the odds for everything I earned in my career. And I will do whatever it takes to win. From bell hammer to a good old fashioned cuntpunt. I will hit her with everything I can pick up, and some things I can’t. And if I get squashed like roadkill on a highway...”
She lets out a long, deep sigh.
“....then those are the breaks. We’ll know where I stand. And I’ll go back to looking pretty in your corner. But I’m going to fight UVR. And however powerful or dominating she is... this old girl has a few tricks left up her sleeve.”
She pats Camilla on the arm.
“I can’t promise I’ll win. But I’ll survive, okay?”
Camilla takes a few moments after listening to all this, before pulling her sister into a hug.
“Alright. You do you. But don’t you go embarassing the family out there. Because if you do, and UVR doesn’t kill you... I just might.”
She pulls back from the hug, and the two share a knowing smile.