Post by Emma Douglas on Nov 16, 2016 9:55:45 GMT
We've strayed...
A moment passes and we see Emma and Archer sitting in the corner of a busted up house, a small fire in a barrel going on in front of them, flickering. Emma's spinning her newly acquired barbed-wire bat on it's tip in her hand. She doesn't look pleased that she's getting no response.
Archer.
Nothing.
Archer.
Still nothing.
Spencer.
That snaps him out of it, the only person that dares to call him that, catches his attention. They lock eyes.
We've strayed. More like YOU'VE strayed. You know damn well I came here to watch your back, but you lost your way a bit. You decided you wanted something you've denied pretty much your entire career. Championship gold. That isn't you. Sure, trump it up to you wanting to deny the pampered brats that plague RSW, still that's very unlike you. So, I'll tell you what, babe. Let's get back to basics. Lets you and me, no Violet, just you and I, we go back to what we originally planned for a sterile place like RSW, let us turn it on it's ear. Incite mass chaos, sew a little mayhem. And show the entire fucking world that we are nobody's pawns. Let us bring Shawn Delise's company to its knees. What do you say?
Archer smiles a bit, nodding his head and Emma uses a fist to push against him lightly, returning the smile.
You start with making an example out of Tommy Knox, and I'll do the same with Candy Turner. And you know something, dear.
Hmm?
I can't wait. No more pretty trinkets and bright shiny objects to distract us, just pure unadulterated devastation. And it'll start again with Candy, cute petite little Candy.
Emma sneers, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
Ever since she decided to stick her nose in our business and help get Raven's ring back, I've been waiting for this. Sure, I got my hands on her a little bit at Scream Fest, but this, this is going to be so much sweeter. I can take my time, I can pick that pretty little pixie apart limb from fucking limb and I'm gonna savor every damn second of it.
She continues spinning that bat, one she aptly named Barbara, as she licks her lips, her gaze lost in that barrel fire.
The others whom helped her in that cause might be gone, but she still remains and for that sin alone, I'm going to annihilate dear Candy. People are going to look at this coming match and just fucking gasp at the sheer destruction I'm gonna leave in my wake. And then they'll know that everything I've said, from the moment I stepped in here is the truth, that I'm the most dangerous woman in the joint, not some bitch with a silver spoon. Me. Sure, she'll try and be a scrappy little thing and fight back, but it's gonna be all for naught. She's a little spitfire, I will give her that. But...
Emma shakes her head, bringing another smile to Archer's face.
She's in too deep. She might be speedier than me, she might be more agile and more of a technician than me, but all that is going to go out of the window the moment she gets punched in the face. We might be similar ages, but she's been doing this, what, a year at most? I've been wrestling for six. So, I'll have the experience and the size advantage. Plus, I can see her showboating a little too much and a simple little mistake like that will cost her dearly against someone like me, whom can stay composed and focused, even in the most dire circumstances.
She then nods, letting out a small sound, almost like a growl, looking into the distance.
So this, is going to be the moment. The moment we pick ourselves back up, when we dust ourselves off, quit licking our wounds and show the entire fucking world just how fucking lethal we are. Show them how deadly a pack of ferals animals are. Show them what happens when you back a wild animal into a corner. What happens then?
They strike twice as hard.
You're damn right. Breaking Candy apart is going to do me well, I never managed to get the best of Raven, so I still have that itch to destroy something beautiful. Candice Turner will do just fucking fine.
She lets out a small sadistic laugh.
