Posted by Djinnie on Apr 18, 2020 10:28:45 GMT -5
A couple clicks can be heard as the scene opens up in what appears to be a living room area of an apartment. While not a total mess, certain bits of furniture and walls look to have seen better days. Suddenly the familiar sight of Terra Mason appears in the frame, looking to be messing with the camera a bit as if she’s still trying to set it up despite it already being on and recording. She takes a step away and breathes deeply a few times. As she stares into the camera looking a bit unsure and confused, it can be seen that there’s some color around her eyes, as if she hasn’t slept, and her skin looks paler than usual. After some time of just staring off, Terra shakes herself back to Earth and starts to speak.
Terra Mason: Cut a promo, at home? They couldn’t wait until the day of the show? I would be happy to arrive extra early for that. No. I was asked to do this, tasked to do this so I will. I’m not the best at them but I will do my best. I have to do my best. I can’t fail them. None of them. Okay breathe, just breathe. No. Don’t push the button yet stupid, you need the green screen that she got you. Right, of course, okay. I just need to set it up and then push the button.
Rather than move, Terra stares off into the distance once again before having to shake herself again, this time adding a right hand slap to her own face for good measure.
Terra Mason: What the hell are you waiting for stupid?! Oh jeez I’m sorry. Hang on.
Taking another breath, Terra walks over to her bedroom, sounds of rummaging and things being thrown around heard until she comes out, dragging something out. She takes her time setting it down on the ground in front of the camera, dead center in frame. After some struggling, she reveals the item to be the tall green screen that she sets up and gets to thankfully stay in place.
Terra Mason: Why did that take you so long? It’s not fucking rocket science. Look just push the button. Okay. I got this.
Bouncing in place, Terra jiggles her jitters away before fidgeting with the camera a little more. She then takes a couple steps back, positioning herself before getting started.
Terra Mason: Hey there EPIC faithful, Terra Mason here in whatever whacky scenery management wants to place me in to bring you a couple choice words before my big match at Rebirth against big baby Franky. Well I should probably call him a cowardly baby after what happened between us last week. Now most people have asked me about how I’m feeling, what I’m planning to do on the payback kick and I… I… no...no, that’s not…. that’s not right Terra! It doesn’t matter how you feel, you lost the right to feel after everything you did that had to get cleaned up, fixed to the damn point where nothing is right, nothing fits. The story is all wrong and so the right to have emotions like other people get, revoked until you fix things, not that anyone would care if you can feel because nobody feels for you...you have to fix it. But you can’t fix it, you don’t even know why you’re saying this right now. Stupid, stupid!!
Stomping away from position, Terra hits herself a few times before turning her attention to a framed picture on the wall, punching it. The glass shatters, the frame falling, which causes Terra to step back and look down at the mess apologetically, about to cry.
Terra Mason: No, no. I’m so sorry, oh God…
Just as those words escape her, knocks can be heard at her door, Terra immediately shifting expressions and looking as if she’s ready for the attack. Opening the door, she sees a brunette woman slightly shorter and older looking than her, which causes her to immediately switch into a smile.
Catherine Brooks: Hey there Terra!
Terra Mason: Catherine, hi! How are you? How’s the family? Did you and Mr. Brooks need me to stop by and help with something in your place or watch the kids?
Catherine Brooks: Oh everything is good, kids are well and you know how Vincent is, but I was just checking in to see if all was alright over here. I heard a loud smashing sound as I was walking by. Are you alright?
Terra Mason: Oh, man Catherine I am so sorry if I worried you. My clumsy self tripped on this little screen thing I have here and bumped into the dang wall if you could believe it. My picture frame fell and that’s what caused all that, I was just getting ready to clean it up. Thankfully no scratches or anything.
Catherine Brooks: Thank the lord you’re alright, I swear the two of us are a real bunch of klutzy ladies. Well let me not keep you from cleaning Terra. I’m glad you’re safe and scratch free. I’ll see you around!
Terra Mason: Aww thank you. You take care too Catherine and tell the family I said hi when you get in. See you soon!
Pleasantly waving, Terra shuts the door as Catherine had started to walk away. Leaning her head against the door a moment, Terra once again switched from her smile to a different type of look.
Terra Mason: I’m going to fucking kill you Catherine.
Letting out some unusual laughter, Terra stared off again before pushing herself away from the door, looking lost.
Terra Mason: Wait what the hell was I doing?
Spending the next minute or so in thought, Terra finally recalled and chuckled a little as if feeling silly.
Terra Mason: Oh that’s right the promo! Oh man, I don’t know if I can do that with how I am right now. Too shaky, not soft. Need to soften, be calm, be what they want. I have to be that happy girl. Why can’t I smile?
Breaking down in tears, Terra grabs at her hair and steps away from the camera, leaning her back against the wall. After a few minutes of sobbing she begins to nod and head over towards her room again. She is quick to step out with a small tin container in her hand. Nodding some more Terra lets out a few more tears before opening a door to her left.
Terra Mason: I need it, I have to. Look I’m sorry, I know I keep messing up. I mess everything up, just let me do this so I can be what they need before they leave me all alone again. Shaky, tummy hurts, hurt, but why, I thought you cared. I should have known, stupid Terra. Put on your face!
As soon as she finished speaking she stepped into the room she had opened the door to. Some shuffling can be heard, along with mutters, some unrecognizable sounds, and what could be interpreted as more serious sniffling from more crying. It took a bit of time for Terra to leave that room, her normal smile back on her face. She quickly made her way back to the camera, messing with it some more before stepping back into position and restarting her promo.
Terra Mason: EPIC!! Terra Mason here to bring you some choice words only I can in whatever weird and wacky background scenery the brass decides to put me in! You see the big pay-per-view Rebirth is happening super soon, and I think a fair warning needs to be sent to that cowardly baby Franky before he and I finally square off in the ring. Now last week it became pretty clear by the coppery taste that Franky’s all in for our match, but while some think that him doing like that would get me all grr and throw me off my game, if anything it has me even more jazzed up for this match!
Clapping her hands together, Terra let out a cute giggle before lowering her hands and going back to standing normal. She feigns thinking for a second before continuing.
Terra Mason: But wait a minute Terra, why would getting attacked get you all cheery? Think about it, before that happened, I was just seen by this prick as some girl who was beneath him. Now though? I’m not seen as a lady, which works perfectly for me because I’m not in this business to be seen as one. I’m a competitor who looks to push herself beyond her limits in every match, give the best match I can and in time be seen as one of the best. That doesn’t come with people taking it easy on you or not taking your challenge as something serious. That comes with pushing buttons, and pushing forward. If I have to get a little red in my hair as a result, that’s more than fine with me. With that said though, at the same time, I can’t exactly go on and let Franky boy get away with that without taking a little bit for myself. Our match may not have any violence ties to it but I’m thinking that management won’t mind me snagging a couple drops from his head or a busted nose or something. This is wrestling after all. So before I wrap all this up, I want to get one thing off my chest. This chance EPIC has given me to showcase what I can do is one that I take very seriously and put myself through the mixer to repay with every part of me. At Rebirth, I will be honored to give more of my all in the name of an amazing match and the next step on my journey. Frank Lowe and the rest of the world will see what Terra Mason is all about.
Flashing a reassuring smile, and giving a little wink to the camera, Terra then steps away from position as if she’s done. She goes back over to the camera and fidgets with it some more, taking it off the tripod and walking over to her couch. She takes a seat, and leans forward toward the coffee table which has a laptop on it. She slaps at the keys a few times to wake it up from sleep mode before speaking.
Terra Mason: Now see? Was that so fucking hard? Ugh, I can’t stand how hard you make everything. Now let me get this piece of shit camera hooked up so I can send them this crap.
Terra sets the camera on the coffee table, a few more bits of shuffling being heard before the scene abruptly cuts.
Terra Mason: Cut a promo, at home? They couldn’t wait until the day of the show? I would be happy to arrive extra early for that. No. I was asked to do this, tasked to do this so I will. I’m not the best at them but I will do my best. I have to do my best. I can’t fail them. None of them. Okay breathe, just breathe. No. Don’t push the button yet stupid, you need the green screen that she got you. Right, of course, okay. I just need to set it up and then push the button.
Rather than move, Terra stares off into the distance once again before having to shake herself again, this time adding a right hand slap to her own face for good measure.
Terra Mason: What the hell are you waiting for stupid?! Oh jeez I’m sorry. Hang on.
Taking another breath, Terra walks over to her bedroom, sounds of rummaging and things being thrown around heard until she comes out, dragging something out. She takes her time setting it down on the ground in front of the camera, dead center in frame. After some struggling, she reveals the item to be the tall green screen that she sets up and gets to thankfully stay in place.
Terra Mason: Why did that take you so long? It’s not fucking rocket science. Look just push the button. Okay. I got this.
Bouncing in place, Terra jiggles her jitters away before fidgeting with the camera a little more. She then takes a couple steps back, positioning herself before getting started.
Terra Mason: Hey there EPIC faithful, Terra Mason here in whatever whacky scenery management wants to place me in to bring you a couple choice words before my big match at Rebirth against big baby Franky. Well I should probably call him a cowardly baby after what happened between us last week. Now most people have asked me about how I’m feeling, what I’m planning to do on the payback kick and I… I… no...no, that’s not…. that’s not right Terra! It doesn’t matter how you feel, you lost the right to feel after everything you did that had to get cleaned up, fixed to the damn point where nothing is right, nothing fits. The story is all wrong and so the right to have emotions like other people get, revoked until you fix things, not that anyone would care if you can feel because nobody feels for you...you have to fix it. But you can’t fix it, you don’t even know why you’re saying this right now. Stupid, stupid!!
Stomping away from position, Terra hits herself a few times before turning her attention to a framed picture on the wall, punching it. The glass shatters, the frame falling, which causes Terra to step back and look down at the mess apologetically, about to cry.
Terra Mason: No, no. I’m so sorry, oh God…
Just as those words escape her, knocks can be heard at her door, Terra immediately shifting expressions and looking as if she’s ready for the attack. Opening the door, she sees a brunette woman slightly shorter and older looking than her, which causes her to immediately switch into a smile.
Catherine Brooks: Hey there Terra!
Terra Mason: Catherine, hi! How are you? How’s the family? Did you and Mr. Brooks need me to stop by and help with something in your place or watch the kids?
Catherine Brooks: Oh everything is good, kids are well and you know how Vincent is, but I was just checking in to see if all was alright over here. I heard a loud smashing sound as I was walking by. Are you alright?
Terra Mason: Oh, man Catherine I am so sorry if I worried you. My clumsy self tripped on this little screen thing I have here and bumped into the dang wall if you could believe it. My picture frame fell and that’s what caused all that, I was just getting ready to clean it up. Thankfully no scratches or anything.
Catherine Brooks: Thank the lord you’re alright, I swear the two of us are a real bunch of klutzy ladies. Well let me not keep you from cleaning Terra. I’m glad you’re safe and scratch free. I’ll see you around!
Terra Mason: Aww thank you. You take care too Catherine and tell the family I said hi when you get in. See you soon!
Pleasantly waving, Terra shuts the door as Catherine had started to walk away. Leaning her head against the door a moment, Terra once again switched from her smile to a different type of look.
Terra Mason: I’m going to fucking kill you Catherine.
Letting out some unusual laughter, Terra stared off again before pushing herself away from the door, looking lost.
Terra Mason: Wait what the hell was I doing?
Spending the next minute or so in thought, Terra finally recalled and chuckled a little as if feeling silly.
Terra Mason: Oh that’s right the promo! Oh man, I don’t know if I can do that with how I am right now. Too shaky, not soft. Need to soften, be calm, be what they want. I have to be that happy girl. Why can’t I smile?
Breaking down in tears, Terra grabs at her hair and steps away from the camera, leaning her back against the wall. After a few minutes of sobbing she begins to nod and head over towards her room again. She is quick to step out with a small tin container in her hand. Nodding some more Terra lets out a few more tears before opening a door to her left.
Terra Mason: I need it, I have to. Look I’m sorry, I know I keep messing up. I mess everything up, just let me do this so I can be what they need before they leave me all alone again. Shaky, tummy hurts, hurt, but why, I thought you cared. I should have known, stupid Terra. Put on your face!
As soon as she finished speaking she stepped into the room she had opened the door to. Some shuffling can be heard, along with mutters, some unrecognizable sounds, and what could be interpreted as more serious sniffling from more crying. It took a bit of time for Terra to leave that room, her normal smile back on her face. She quickly made her way back to the camera, messing with it some more before stepping back into position and restarting her promo.
Terra Mason: EPIC!! Terra Mason here to bring you some choice words only I can in whatever weird and wacky background scenery the brass decides to put me in! You see the big pay-per-view Rebirth is happening super soon, and I think a fair warning needs to be sent to that cowardly baby Franky before he and I finally square off in the ring. Now last week it became pretty clear by the coppery taste that Franky’s all in for our match, but while some think that him doing like that would get me all grr and throw me off my game, if anything it has me even more jazzed up for this match!
Clapping her hands together, Terra let out a cute giggle before lowering her hands and going back to standing normal. She feigns thinking for a second before continuing.
Terra Mason: But wait a minute Terra, why would getting attacked get you all cheery? Think about it, before that happened, I was just seen by this prick as some girl who was beneath him. Now though? I’m not seen as a lady, which works perfectly for me because I’m not in this business to be seen as one. I’m a competitor who looks to push herself beyond her limits in every match, give the best match I can and in time be seen as one of the best. That doesn’t come with people taking it easy on you or not taking your challenge as something serious. That comes with pushing buttons, and pushing forward. If I have to get a little red in my hair as a result, that’s more than fine with me. With that said though, at the same time, I can’t exactly go on and let Franky boy get away with that without taking a little bit for myself. Our match may not have any violence ties to it but I’m thinking that management won’t mind me snagging a couple drops from his head or a busted nose or something. This is wrestling after all. So before I wrap all this up, I want to get one thing off my chest. This chance EPIC has given me to showcase what I can do is one that I take very seriously and put myself through the mixer to repay with every part of me. At Rebirth, I will be honored to give more of my all in the name of an amazing match and the next step on my journey. Frank Lowe and the rest of the world will see what Terra Mason is all about.
Flashing a reassuring smile, and giving a little wink to the camera, Terra then steps away from position as if she’s done. She goes back over to the camera and fidgets with it some more, taking it off the tripod and walking over to her couch. She takes a seat, and leans forward toward the coffee table which has a laptop on it. She slaps at the keys a few times to wake it up from sleep mode before speaking.
Terra Mason: Now see? Was that so fucking hard? Ugh, I can’t stand how hard you make everything. Now let me get this piece of shit camera hooked up so I can send them this crap.
Terra sets the camera on the coffee table, a few more bits of shuffling being heard before the scene abruptly cuts.