The Sammi Bunny - RP#1 vs Genocide

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“I’m totesily serious. He calls himself a death dealer, just like the bad guys from Harry Potter! Not to be judgemental but if I wanted people to take me serious as a bad guy wrestler then I wouldn't be using nicknames from a children's book...”

The woman talking is standing at a counter, a bowl of brightly coloured cereal in front of her. From the side, an older woman emerges, she looks good for her age. Definitely not someone's grandmother.

“He probably either thought no one would notice or that it didn't matter because it somehow made him seem like a punk.”

She notices the younger women slouching.

“For godsakes Sammi, sit at the table and stop that slouching. Last thing we need is you developing a curve in your spine. You're already putting yourself at risk with this silly sport.”

Sammi picks up the bowl and moves to the dining table. She makes a point of sitting straight up in the chair. The older Sam sits, displaying perfect posture and folds her aging hands in front of her.

“Don't be nervous Gram. I got this. I'm not scared of anyone.”

Sam shakes her head, “You're either very brave or very foolish.”

Sammi puts a hand on top of her Grams and squeezes. Sam looks up at her smiling face.

“I'm going to show them all that you don't have to be a meanie face to be a good wrestler. I AM a good wrestler Gram. Cillian and Carmine taught me well. You’ll see too. And I promise to be super duper careful and not be reckless.”

“It's not you being reckless I worry about.”

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My Gram says that being reckless is the same as being careless. And when you're careless, you make mistakes. Mistakes lead to being pinned, or worse... Getting injured and then what?

The dark-haired Sammi Myers shrugs her shoulders. She hasn't set up her video to be anything fancy. Just her, hair loose, baggy plaid top with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. No makeup and a serious look as she sits in front of the screen to record her first promotional video for RSW.

You know Genocide I went back and looked you up. Watched your tapes, listened to you talk about your hard life and how wrestling is all you have after everyone else in your life rejected you. That is totesily sad. I'm sorry that people were meanie faces to you but... The first thing I was taught was that wrestling wasn't about getting sympathetic pats on the back, it was about winning and losing. It was about proving who was better. In the end, no one is going to care where you came from.

She sighs

I know first hand that life can be cruel and that as super positive as I am, it doesn't change any of it. All you can do is keep moving forward. I'm going to give you some advice, if you keep bringing up how you had a real bad go, you might not sound like someone that can be a tough guy in the ring. Obviously Mr.Shaun saw something in you to sign you to a contract right? You don't have to float from company to company and live in your car. So let go and start a new story.

She picks up a couple cue cards and looks at them quickly, chewing at her bottom lip a little before her eyes light up.

Oh yea! So I was going to talk about our strengths and weaknesses too. I see that you got all this power in your hands. That's super duper awesome, like the hulk only you're totesily not green

She giggles a little

That and that you sure can take a liking and last a long time while it happens. Those are really Awesometastic. I mean that, but you don't have the energy do you? At least not as much as I do. With my super speed, my Gram says I’m like a little energizer bunny and just as cute!

She gets a case of the giggles that she has a hard time stopping, causing her to start snorting and hitting the desk in front of her. After a minute or so of this, she takes a deep breath, wipes the tear from her eye and smiles wide at the camera

I totesily gotta go now

She waves excitedly as the screen goes dark.