The Daytona Speedway sign at the track comes into focus as the camera’s view moves closer to it. The soft whir of a drone is picked up by the microphone on the small camera. Hovering downward towards a stock car that is sitting just in front of the gates. A figure is seen leaning against it, a mirror held up which flashes light into the camera blinding it.
The drone drops lower and flies closer and takes in the blonde leaning on the car glossing a soft pink gloss over a full lower lip and then is surprised by the blonde who has snapped her compact closed. She smiles slowly as a soft breeze blows blonde curls around the collar of the blue gingham blouse that is tied just under her chest. Her bare midriff is tanned and slim with the glitter of a belly button ring. The daisy dukes emphasize the long, tanned legs of the woman. Finishing off the look is a pair of dark leather halfboots which adds to the look of confidence that the woman is showing.
“Y’all spyin’ on me,” the woman offers as she closes the lip gloss and reaches behind to her to tuck it into the back pocket of her daisy dukes. “I guess that y’all are here for my HOW debut match and to get to know the real Daytona. And where better than the track that I have grown up nearby. The track where I take my name from.”
She tosses her hair and lightly jumps to sit on the hood of the car and with her legs hanging over the side, she crosses them in a ladylike fashion while leaning back with her hands on the hood of the car. “Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Daytona and I am here in High Octane Wrestlin’ to prove something to everyone that seems to think that they know me well. See, I am a former naval pilot who just needed another challenge now that my flyin’ days are over.”
She looks sad for only a moment before a brilliant smile crosses her face. “People are talking about what is a woman like me doing in a ring with men. They ain’t talking to me really but you know you hear that around when a strong woman can be as tough as nails and look as good as this…” Daytona says.
“I do have to tell you that I am a former naval pilot. Do I need to remind you that I am able to kill a man with my bare hands if I need to?” muses Daytona as she brings one hand upward to brush curls back that the sultry Florida wind has blown in her face.
“Maybe I am here to put all the has beens, hacks and never haves on notice that there is a new wrestler in High Octane Wrestling and she is coming with a plan.” Daytona chuckles as she leans upward to lure the drone closer. “And trust me when I tell you that once the plan comes into effect, those belts will be around this waist,” states the blonde as a hand slowly glides across the midriff setting the belly button ring to swaying slightly.
The drone continues to hover as Daytona once more begins to address the camera onboard.
“Hello High Octane Wrestling, let me introduce you to the next great thing …actually the only great thing here in this federation. I am Daytona and I have just made your day…You’re welcome.”
Sliding down the hood of the car, she moves to the drive’s side door, opens it before she blows a kiss to the drone, slides behind the wheel and pulls away leaving the drone to film her taillights.
Darkness in a building is broken by the slight moonlight that filters into an area where an altar can be seen. The flash of a match being struck and flaring to only be held out. In the flickering flame, a figure is seen intent on lighting a pair of candles in front of them. Once the flames have taken, the figure pulls the match towards them and sends a soft breath to blow out the match. Turning away from the candles, the figure moves to set something on what now can be seen as an altar.
“We are here to speak of chaos…”
The figure spreads out their arms in a pose of supplication. A flash of lightning brightens the room and the figure is seen in a long dark cloak with a hood that obscures the figure’s face. Thunder crackles quickly after the flash which has the figure take a deep breath and then their hands slowly rise to the hood and push it backwards. The figure in the darkness is still not familiar.
“I have heard that you Xander have faith in chaos. You worship on the altar of Eris…Discordia. So sad really because you know that chaos is nothing when it comes to stepping into the ring with someone who thrives on chaos.”
Stepping closer, the candle now illuminates a woman who is still in the long robe but now her face is revealed to be Daytona who raises one eyebrow and speaks softly.
“I came her to talk about my opponent. I am sure that he is thinking that I am someone that his ‘goddess’ will deliver to him to defeat. I am thinking that he has such a lackluster claim to fame because he worships Eris. Or is it Discordia? Well nimrod, Eris is Discordia. I honestly can’t respect anyone that is dumb enough to put it out there that they know of what they speak when their ‘goddess’ commands them to do something.”
Daytona looks into the candle flame, two fingers beginning to pinch and play with the flame as she contemplates what she had said.
“You know, I really should apologize to you Xander. I am sorry that you have so little creativity when it comes to worship of chaos. Imagine what you could do if you actually had a clue up here…” Daytona taps lightly at her temple with a finger. You talk a big game I will give you that but, in all honesty, you are the laughing stock of High Octane Wrestling.”
Daytona shakes her head in sympathy Xander or so it seems. While she does, she pulls at the robe to reveal a black halter that hugs her figure and a pair of black denim jeans that are like a second skin.
“I will have to admit Xander, I wasn’t too impressed when it was announced that I would be facing you in my first match for HOW. I had looked into it and y’all are like the bottom basement competition. I thought that I was worth more to HOW and they go and do this. But then I realized it was because it was my debut and they wanted to gift me with a win my first match in. And as much as they thought that, it just meant that I would get the win and then I would give them another reason to laugh at you. As if they needed one.”
Daytona leans forward, her hands moving to rest on the altar.
“You better pray to whatever goddess you need to Xander because you are getting into the ring with someone that takes chaos and puts it into order. And that is the truth.”
Daytona reaches for the robe and slips it on again before turning back to the blazing candles. She brings her hands up to lift the hood upwards. Dressed once more in the druid like robe, she leans towards the candle.
“You better be ready Xander to worship at the altar of a new goddess…ME!”
Daytona smiles then blows out the candle sending the room once more into darkness.