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.they.CALL.me.the.JOKER. [snc threads] Jan 21, 2015 16:21:15 GMT canadianfranchise likes this

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Post by goleflockeurself on Jan 21, 2015 16:21:15 GMT

.OUT.of.CHARACTER. sorry i am a bit sick at the moment; plus I haven't used that character in a very long time. hope you enjoy none than less.

Wow. Some things did never get old, right? People trying to come across mysterious and speaking in riddles. I am so scary, aww. Painting your face does not automaticly make you anything special. Can mean a few things. Number one, you stole the make up kit of your mom and don't know how to use it. Number two, you are an Essex girl.- which is excuse enough. Or Number three, where it really gets sad and pathetic, you want attention. Which one is it clown girl? And on top of the list, didn't Diabolique get the memo that all of this has been done before? Bigger and better. Some might say now, to each their own. But Raquel LeFlocke was not some. She did not give a flying fuck about other people's opinion. Maybe that was small minded and some sort of ignorant, but life was cruel. So go find your mommy and cry about it. It was her debut here in RWD and there was no chance in hell a wanna be crazy chick was going to ruin her night. End of Story.

Things were going good. Indeed they were going smooth. Ever since the devilish duo of TJ Bryce and Raquel LeFlocke entered the scene, they were leaving their mark. Her man was able to score a really important win the previous week, which made her really proud. It was people like Slater Grimm that were the future of the business, but what did that make TJ? Exactly, the here and now. But enough praising the loverboy, this week was important for both of them. She finally got her first match, against someone that ran away from the circus. No offense. Whenever someone said that, Raq couldn't help but laugh. Why would you say something and then add a pointless phrase like, no offense. Without knowing her opponent very well, she knew already enough to not care. This whole crazy chick thing did throw her off completly, causing her to roll her eyes. While it could be something great when done right, it came across pathetic when little girls did it. One way or another Sunday Night Combat would be an event people would remember. Not only cause of the Battle Royal, but also the night when Raquel LeFlocke started her Legacy.

CHAPTER I
Why so serious?

The scene did open in a large penthouse suite, somewhere in Mississipi. Yeah. Mississipi had hotels big enough for that. Surprise. Somewhere two voices could be heard, male and female. It did sound like a couple having a heated discussion. With the camera going through the room, two creatures came into focus. TJ Bryce and Raquel LeFlocke. While there was a huge grin covering his face, her cheeks were lightly red. Her eyes angry.

TJ Bryce: ''I only said you take this too serious... .''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''While you never take anything serious... .''

TJ Bryce: ''Let me at least stay when you cut your piece of art. I promise to be quiet.''

Finally a little smile appeared on her face, but she would shake her head none than less. In a gentle manner loverboy would get pushed out of the suite, with the door closing right behind him. Moments later Raq was sitting in the focus of the camera again, showing off her perfect white teeth. Flashing a smile.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Welcome to the first edition of 'Go LeFlocke Yourself'. I am not quite sure about the name yet, but you get the idea. I am gonna applaude managment for finally putting me in a match, it was about damn time. But knowing that Travis Rech is a rather smart man, I was certain he would figure it out. I am not quite sure what is expected of me, apart from going out there and kicking some skanky ass. Not that i wanna step on the toes of Diabolique but what exactly is the girls purpose? Putting a smile on our faces? Warning teenagers off about Crystal Meth? Her face became serious there, as she spoke on with a deeper voice. Kids, don't do drugs. Or you end up like the clown girl. In all seriousness, where did you come from? Did you even get signed or was it some sort of a formal mistake? Like they looked for a kitchen help and you just ended up in the wrong office. Thinking this is your big chance, that you would automaticly become the Next Big Thing. Oh gosh, please.''

Letting out a short whistle, the blonde bombshell would shake her head. This was hilarious. Her perfectly manicured fingernails now pointed towards the camera.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''I am not quite sure what you trying to prove, but to be honest I couldn't care less. I will let you in on some news though, whatever you going to try... it wont work. Not only am I better than you when it comes to styling, but I actually know what to do in a wrestling ring. And that my dear means the world in a place like this. Not even your fake attitude can save you from the beat down of your life. What is it that makes every girl think, she needs to do that crazy chick gimmick? Yeah. I call it a gimmick, cause it is fake just like your hair. When you in the business for a while, you see a lot. And I am not quite sure if you did your history lessons but there were many before you. And I don't even need to go back many years. Remember people like Luna Vachon, painting her face and probably eating babies. Or since we talk of legends, what about the Real Fallen Angel? Shannon Summers. No one did insane shizo like her. So if no one else ever told you, let me be the first. You are a failure. A bitchy attitude and some Make Up will not make you win matches, believe me. Ask Shawna.... no wait. Something is wrong about that, oh yeah Bella Mafia is a good girl now. Bow down to the Queen. Bleh.''

Another break. A laughter. Followed by a gesture that was not very ladylike, but then again there was time for being a lady. And that time was not now.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Excuse me my mind is drifting off onto bigger things, so give me a moment to focus. I am no big fan of Shawna Martinez, especially knowing that my holy little sister is running after her like a lapdog. But one thing is certain, she knows her job. And that is something we have in common. I could say i am sorry for being as stunning as I am, but it would be a lie. Putting myself down so you feel better, that is not going to happen. But talking to the Queen i will keep for another day. Back to the Red Mist... isn't that something you use to blind your opponents. So clever. So creative. So 90's. Hey, guns down. It is not a shame if you can't survive a real wrestling match without cheating, but it sucks when you never change your tactics. At a point in life you gotta decide who you wanna be. The Clown or The Ringmaster. The Leader or a Sheep. Not quite sure if you have it in you babygirl, or if sniffing in too much make up powder made your braincells die slowly. And i gotta inform you, they do not renew. Shame.''

When she stopped talking this time it was to take a sip from her water. Evian of course. Taking her time to swallow, she would lick over her lips. Seductive and inviting.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''But enough of insults, that is not what we are here for. That is what I would say if my halo was still working and I would actually give a damn about your feelings. I came here for two reasons, supporting TJ and making a name for myself. No. The order is not wrong, cause as a good girlfriend you do not have to put yourself first. He will. So will he support me in my match? Of course. And that maybe is more worth than your monkey and red mist. Not sure. Maybe real human beings don't wanna be around you. Cause you are so scary. She would burst out laughing, a single tear running down her cheek. Sorry. Even I had a problem with dishing out that lie. Do not get me wrong chica, but you are all but scary. Last week when you had your two minutes of fame, doing your speech... I was surprised. Number One, I couldn't believe that RWD would allow such nonsense to go on air. Number Two, asking myself if I ever heard anything more pointless. And third, what? It is not like I could figure out the sense of your speech and I can asure you of this, I got the smarts. No. Not Daniel Smart. I have a degree in Psychology and the more I look at you, the more I think you really need the help. But do not worry, Doctor Raquel has the right pills for you.''

Withough warning the door slammed open, TJ making his way back in. He gave her a devlish smile when letting himself fall next to her on thed bed.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Really?''

TJ Bryce: ''What? I thought you had finished. I mean what is there to say about that girl... apart from... let me put a smile on your face?''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Shut up. I got work to do... .''

He would give her a lightly annoyed look, but then just lean back grabbing one of the nearby comics. When she saw the cover it showed the Joker, which caused her to giggle. Probably her favourite character and yeah a Villain.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''I am tired of giving you a lecture about why I am better than you, cause that will not lead us to a better place. Come our match, there will be no mercy. There wont be any jokes about your make up. Cause I am one of those females that love to dance and I am used to lead. And that ma petit is exactly what this is, a dance. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? No. Didn't think so. But there is a first time for everything and I gladly take your virginity. No matter how evil you think you are dollface, I can asure you there is someone worse. In your case that someone is me. You probably will never forget the night where you almost became a superstar. Saying almost cause no matter what it might cost me, I am willing to the pay the price. So bring Stabby Face and maybe Miss Stabby face, unless you are jealous of her. Let's have a family reunion, I hear those are good for the soul. But keep one thing in mind, see it as some sort of a golden rule.''

Once again TJ would cause an Interruption, by running his fingers through her hair. A moment Raquel had her eyes closed, allowing him to take her attention. Making her forget her duty. But not long enough.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''In this world you do not have to be afraid of the lunatics. Be afraid of those that know exactly what they do and still do it. Greetings to the fat lady and the popcorn guy.

With that the scene would fade to black, hearing the couple laugh till there was complete silence.

End of CHAPTER I

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.they.CALL.me.the.JOKER. [snc threads] Jan 25, 2015 9:12:55 GMT canadianfranchise and asigmaphi like this

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Post by goleflockeurself on Jan 25, 2015 9:12:55 GMT

.OUT.of.CHARACTER. here is my second part. enjoy.

You kidding me, right? That was the first reaction that ran through Raquel's mind when being told about her opponents piece of...lets call it art. Being told meant that she did not lower herself to actually watch it. You had people for that, if you actually were someone. Not a thing that Whacko the Clown would understand. If you left out the fact that she was having a stuffed animal, creative. At first she was not quite sure of what reaction to give, it was from WTF to laughing attacks. It was one thing to try and do something else, that was always welcome. But there was a certain risk coming with that, you could fuck it up. Congratulations Diabolique, if they actually were still doing Twilight Zone...you would be hired. Not only was her message pointless and mental, it did not have anything to do with what was in front of them. A match. Yeah. A wrestling Match. But once again Raquel was willing to even oversee that, not everyone was born with a talent. Correction, Harley Quinn... no wait Diabolique was born with many talents. Just ended up in the wron business. At the end of the show no one would throw her flowers, calling for another bow. She would suffer the same fate that everyone else did when not taking this serious. Flat on her back, struggling to take in air. Why? When all the laughing stops and no jokes work anymore, it comes down to three things. Talent. Devotion. And a Brain. Shame on you Clown Girl.

Let the dogs out. Yeah, she was having a Monty Burns moment, or maybe a week. In many ways her opponent reminded her on a comic figure. Leave alone the fact that DC could sue Diabolique for ripping off one of their characters. Guns down, just saying. If this was indeed a comic, who would Raquel LeFlocke be. Maybe a hotter version of Catwoman. Note to self, never mention that to TJ. Either way after letting some time pass, she was still not sure what to think of that girl. She would not be stupid to take her lightly, but in the end even if she was polite the reaction was still the same. WTF?! Simulating some sort of surgery, who the hell would hand this girl a sharp instrument? I mean in all seriouness she could easily hurt herself. What an interesting thought. New idea, let Diabolique play with some scissors. Maybe that ends the dilema she is in.

CHAPTER II

Two Fries Short Of A Happy Meal

Black or White. Fake or Real. Boobs or Brain. Pretty tough to pick the right thing, but then again who said we had to pick. She was checking the time again, wondering if she was too early. That was a quality of the young spanish bombshell, no matter what.- she would never be late. From a far she was able to spot RWD's own Charles Matias, someone that normaly was spotted backstage at the events. But not today, he was her on special duty. When he came closer she would give him her perfect smile, shaking his hand. A little moment of chit chat before they would sit down on some leather couch. Able to face each other, the way you were supposed to have a conversation. Well in that matter Interview.

Charles Matias: ''I am glad that you agreed to sit down with me Raquel, after all I heard you are not so fond on being asked questions... .''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Correction Charles, i am not fond on answering DUMB questions. So, the ball is really in your field.''

She was still smiling when saying that, although the warning was coming across perfectly fine. None than less the Interviewer was professional enough to just smile back, looking at what he had prepared. Good boy.

Charles Matias: ''I received message from your agent that you will only answer questions concerning your upcoming match. Is that correct?''

A light nod. In a rather slow manner she would pick up her glass of water, leaning back onto the leather sofa. Not for one minute she left Charles out of her eyes. It was still to decide if she liked his attitude or not. Flip a coin, that's what TJ would say.

Charles Matias: ''In a few days you will have your debut in an RWD ring against another newcomer, Diabolique. Ready for that big step?''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Hmm. When did this become a big step? It is not like I haven't seen a wrestling ring from the inside before. Different than my opponent i am used to perform, without people throwing popcorn at me. Or animals getting more attention than me. I am not quite sure if anyone has informed you, but where I come from.- Wrestling actually means working your ass off. Some people maybe do not see me for all of that, but then again why would that matter to me. It is a big step when you perform life in front of a crowd for the first time, but the rest is a walk in the park. The worst thing that can happen is her fucking up and injuring me. Not cause she wants to do it on purpose, but simply cause she has no idea of what she is doing. But no worries just yet, i am pretty good at covering my own ground. Can you imagine what a cold hearted killer machine i must be, without a soul? Damn it. I am sure Mafia Bosses back and forth will call for me now, could be the right time to hang out with Shawna again. Getting some connections.''

She was winking at Charles, having a hard time holding in the laughters. This was as dumb as predictable.

Charles Matias: ''Now you mention it, Diabolique has her own way of describing you. Without a soul is just one thing... .''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''No Charles, she has her own little universe she lives in. Do not get me wrong I said it before, to each their own. But when we start to walk down the spiritual way now, fine. Once upon a time there was an old gypsy that offered me a great deal. Eternal beauty for my soul and guess what? That was so ripped out of a movie, I can't even remember which one. But maybe that is the problem her and me have. My life is happening here and now, while she seems to live in some sort of a alternative reality. Let me do something against my nature, be the nice girl here for a moment. I said it last time, i advice it again. Get Help girl. Cause that is really not healthy. Instead of worrying about my soul, worry about your brain. Cause i think Diabolique got really screwed on that one. Where others have braincells, she ended up with a lot of loose ends. And way too much air. So much that her mouth opens and she tries to make sense, but all that comes out is blah. The thing about souls is that, since millions of years people believe in them. Believe in the fact that your soul makes you who you are, gives you personality. So let me finish the thought for you, where is your soul Clown Girl? Must be the other way around, her not having one. Cause she for sure has no personality.''

Doing some dramatic pause, as if she was out of breath. In an amused manner she looked at Charles still, seeing him holding back a grin now. Well in all seriousness, this shit was funny.

Charles Matias: ''Now one could argue about the your way of doing business along with TJ Bryce. Could it be that you don't see Diabolique as a threat cause you know there is always back up?''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Tell me you did not just say that. Another pause. Shocked face. Nope. Just kidding. Of course I have been hearing this back and forth, people thinking that TJ will have a say in this match. But i can asure you of that, as long as Stabby Face holds its feet still.- so will TJ. I do not need back up. I never needed it in my whole life. I am used to fight my own fights, so think of me what you want. But that is one thing that the RWD roster can expect from me. Am I capable of cheap tricks? Hell yeah. Do i ever use mean tactics? Sure thing. But you never wonder about the why. Simple. Cause I can. I am not known for having a lot of patience, I will not pretend otherwise. And while it is true that ignorance is some sort of a bliss, i have zero tolerance for dumb people. And that is exactly what Diabolique became the moment that camera started to roll. Worrying about my soul, babbling about my fake breasts and what else was there? Exactly. Nothing. Cause that girl actually has nothing to say. We are not at the performning center for dramatic arts, we are in a Wrestling Company. I might sound like a broken record, but whatever my opponent tried to prove.- it did not work. Or maybe it is just me, but i am not really impressed. What about you Charles?''

She was looking at him in a rather serious way, tipping her fingernails against the glass table. It was not professional to ask a question like that, but then again she liked to play with fire. He looked rather uncomfortable. Fantastic. It worked.

Charles Matias: ''I am a neutral Interviewer, so I am not supposed to... .''

Raquel LeFlocke: ''Do not piss your pants Charles, I was just kidding. I did not expect you to be out and open about this. But back to the main subject of her fighting speech, are Raquel's breasts fake? Well, let me make an offer to Diabolique. Why don't you come and test it? But that actually would mean you had to stop hiding in basements, speaking to not breathing individuals. Just saying. I love loony people, look at Garland. But even in his darkest hour, he still knows what his job is. He remembers why he got signed. And no offense Robert, of course you are not a loony. Just a bit off balance. A huge grin covered her face now. Charles I know you trying to lead this Interview into a good direction, doing your job. But things like that just don't work with me, i do not follow a straight line. Maybe I am just as nuts as my opponent, I will not even lie about that. But there is a big difference between being a nutter and being the nut itself. Go figure. Does anyone know in here who my sister is? No one. Oh well, Michelle LeFlocke. Or how the world calls her, la muerte. And now for those that dont speak spanish, I shall translate. Death.''

Charles Matias: ''How has that anything to do with your match... .''

Again Raquel would shake her head at him, sometimes it was too easy. People failed to see the bigger picture, always.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''A lot and nothing. Me and my sister probably do not always see eye to eye, god most of the time I don't like her ass. Especially with that golden halo that surounds her bimbonette head. But there is one thing we always had in common, passion. And that is exactly the reason why I will come out of this match victorious. I could name you a thousand reasons apart from that. My talent. My skills. My actual working brain. But it is none of that. It is my passion for this sport and my will that never breaks. I do not show any mercy, I do not expect anything less from my opponents. We maybe joke now, throw dirt at each other.- but that is all forgotten when the bell rings. I may wear the looks of an angel, but it is the devil that is riding this train. Oh hell, that leads back to my soul. You see that Charles? She infected me with this weirdo talking, gotta tell my laywers to sue her. But lets put it all aside and concentrate on what we are here for. I wanna make a name for myself, showcase that I have more to offer than what the world sees in me. I am not in the need of proving things to people, but I wanna prove it to myself. So do not be upset if I rip Gonzo the Clown apart... .''

On one side of the table her phone was wildly vibrating, but she was able to ignore it for the time being. Putting her main focus on the lightly nervous Interviewer in front of her. Was it something I have said? Or maybe the ultra short skirt? Mysterious.

Charles Matias: ''You and TJ have one thing in common, you are very confident. So lets pretend Diabolique was here now. What would you say to her face?''

Oh good one. What about nice make up? Too easy. Or maybe, does it bother you Stabby face has an higher IQ than you? Nah. Out of a sudden the smile returned to her face. Yeah. That was it.

Raquel LeFlocke: ''You mean apart from the obvious, right? And leaving alone all the things people tell her on a daily base. Although I would think she does not understand half of it, cause we do not speak loony. Let me think. You gotta be careful with such people, or you might end up dead in some dark corner. Believe it or not, I look forward to that match. I am excited for the atmosphere and the vibes the audience does send. But most of all I am wondering what Diabolique's A Game is. If she has one at all. I would suggest she gets her shit together and stops messing around. Figuring out what this is really all about. I mean no one enjoys losing, so why not try a little harder? Give it your best shot. Instead of lurking around, trying to get props for playing Emergency Room. If that is all, I would think it is time to go. Finding a way back to your old life, i mean you are truly born to be a clown. And that i meant in the nicest way possible. I could now pretend what is going to happen at Sunday Night Combat is not going to hurt, but we both know its a big fat lie. You did one mistake when you tried to be all clever. You tried to tickle me, insult me even. But honey that can never work. Because I do not react to those that are in need for special help. Apart from that cheerio, work on your make up. Oh and since you have this need to say, I am so hungry. Start eating bitch and don't blame your eating disorder on me.''

When she stopped talking this time, Raquel would lift herself in a graceful manner up to a standing position. A split second later she had her phone and stood right next to Charles Matias, who if it was possible would have blushed. She blew a kiss on his cheeck to get him even more nervous, before dancing away from him.

END OF CHAPTER II

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