Priorities ~ RP #2 vs. Genocide

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:::OFF CAMERA:::

“What's weekend at Bernie's?”

Sammi chews her bottom lip while talking to her computer screen. On the other side is the face of her best friend, who shrugs.

“Some busted movie from the 80’s. Never seen it.”

Sammi shrugs, the smile returning to her face.

“Maybe I’ll see if it's on netflix or something. So are you totes excited for me having my first match or what?”

Michelle rolls her eyes.

“Shorty, you know I am. I would tell you to be careful but I’ve seen you in the ring, I know what you can do. It's too bad your opponent didn't bother doing any research on you, only threw a bunch of stereotypes at you. Surprised he didn't say you were a slut too.”

“Michelle!” Sammi’s mouth opens in shock.

“Just don't be surprised by lazy opponents that just go into gorilla mode and assume they're better. When you lay them out and pin them, then they'll know exactly what you're about Sammi.”

“Awe... Thanks Chelley.”

“You know I always have your back, even when you don't need it.”

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:::ON CAMERA:::

The scene opens inside a gym. It's not the best equipment wise and the patrons are mostly older folks. Sammi Myers is shown in a baggy t-shirt saying, ‘free hugs’ and bicycle shorts. Her dark hair pulled up in her trademark side pony. She gives a big smile but it's directed off screen.

“Come on Walter. One more. You totesily got this.”

The camera pans out to show an elderly man bringing a weight bar down and resting it on the rack. Sammi starts clapping excitedly.

“I knew it! Way to go Walter!”

The older man picks up a towel, wiping his brow. He nods at the camera.

“Who's that?”

Sammi turns to the screen.

“Oh! That's Mr. John. And Mr. John is from the University of Nevada. He needed a project for his film class and I needed to do a promo video for my wrestling match.”

Walter chuckles, “Well then, you're helping each other out. You're a good girl Sammi. Volunteering here at the seniors center and all the other things you do for this community. Don't you be letting anything change that. You're young, still easy to get corrupted by all sin. Alcohol and sex. Drugs and money.”

Sammi still smiles, putting a hand on the older man's shoulder.

“Well Walter, I haven't done any of those things and I don't have much money. No desire to drink or do drugs.”

“Stay innocent.” Walter starts walking off screen.

“Will do, sir.” She turns to the cameraman. “So should I start my promo now?”

From off screen the voice of the cameraman says, “Sure.”

Sammi smiles.

“So looks like Mr. Genocide decided to reply and decided to tape his promo while chasing a tent thief. Ummm, sorry? Still don't know why you didn't ask Mr. Shaun for an advance so you can get a place to live... But well you do you Mr. Genocide. Although I kinda understand why you didn't win your last match now. You were totesly tired from not having a proper bed. As an athlete you really need to make sure you're getting the right amount of sleep, exercise and nutrition.”

She shrugs.

“I’m a little sad that you are underestimating me though. You really shouldn't because that's when you make mistakes. Mistakes like assuming who I am and what I can do. But as I said Sir, that is not something I ever do. I am well aware that your strengths are in your hands but not in your speed or endurance. This is how I will win. This is how you prepare for matches. I may not have in-ring experience but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't ready.”

She takes a deep breath to steady herself before smiling again.

“If you want to make assumptions, go ahead. If you want to try to make me fear you with stories, please feel free to do so. I'm not threatening you with empty words. I am telling you facts. I am telling you that... Wait...”

She raises an eyebrow.

“So he can't afford a place to live but he can afford a smartphone with data so he can upload videos for our match? Gram would say...”

She clears her throat, holds up her chin. “That young man needs to re-think his priorities.”

‘John’ chuckles.

“Advice for you. Never assume you know everything.”

~FADE~