Post by Emma Douglas on Aug 31, 2016 8:58:18 GMT
Blackness. Darkness. All we see is a dark room, save for one single hanging light bulb, emanating a cone of light below it. Then we hear footsteps. Slow and calm footsteps. We see a figure step into the light. A woman wearing ragged black denim jeans and a black tee shirt with the words "Karma Isn't Real" written across her chest. The most notable thing about her appearance is her eyes, one iris is completely white. Her gaze steadfast on the camera in front of her, unwavering, her head tilting side to side now and then. A smug smile creeping up on her face. She speaks in a soft, almost creepy tone.
Ya know, my entire career I've been told that I'm TOO serious, that I'm no fun. Well, now that I've embraced my darker inner demons, I'm looked at as crazy? Make up your mind, will ya!!
A little giggle escapes from her lips.
Now, now. I am sure most of you don't know whom I am, but I'll let you in it, I'm the most dangerous woman on the roster. Period. Emma Douglas, the Goddess of War, and I'm gonna make sure you never forget the name.
Her demeanor changes as she starts tugging on her hair slightly, licking her lip.
One thing you'll find out about me real fast is that I LOVE hurting people. I have the knowledge and all the tools to apply the maximum amount of pain in the most efficient way possible. So you're telling me that I get not one but two people to put the hurt on in my first match in the company?
A bright smile creeps up on her face.
Fucking YAY!! Christmas!
Another soft giggle.
Zach Knight? "The Legacy?" That's cute. Resting on your laurels much, hon? You talk about being some sort of wrestling wunderkind. Born and bred to wrestling. All I hear is that he's been given everything, every opportunity to succeed. You've been in this sport, what? Two years? Please, you've barely dipped your toe in long enough to consider yourself above us common folks. I have worked, I have clawed and scratched and beaten and bloodied to get where I'm at. I don't know if the same can be said about you, Zachary.
She shakes her head back and forth, letting her hair fly all over her face. She brings a hand up to brush it back, her dual colored eyes gleaming slightly in the light.
You think a quick glance at me tells you everything you need to know, huh, Zach? You couldn't be more wrong, that overconfidence WILL be your downfall. I'm so much more than you can possibly think. I've been where you are, that "smug, brash, I've got all the tools" thing you got going. But I evolved. As I kept hurting people, and maiming people, I realized how much I liked it, and how much I wanted to keep doing it. So I embraced my demons, I brought them in close and hugged them tight. And now all I want to do is cause as much strife and chaos as humanly possible, and it begins with you. It all begins with you. You and Arthur Thomas. And it WILL be glorious.
Emma's face goes blank. Just blank.
Arthur. Arthur. Arthur. The little engine that couldn't. Try and try as you might, you just can't seem to get it done. And that's so sad. I'd almost feel bad for you if you weren't my prey. ALMOST. But here's the thing, you're in my way, and that puts you in harm's way, big time. And I'm gonna pick you apart. Little by little, bit by bit. I'm gonna dissect you and leave you less of a man. All because I'm out for blood and need a fix.
She raises a hand in the air just about eye level, twirling it slightly, almost imagining it dripping in blood. Emma licks her lips as she gazes at the hand.
I'm damaged, that much is clear. I'm different, as you can plainly see. But I'm also dangerous, and that'll become apparent in due time. Soon, you'll see. I. AM. WAR.
A door opens, letting light bleed into the room, a figure stands there in the door frame. Her head snaps in that direction, a huge smile plasters itself on her face as she recognizes him. ARCHER.
I thought I'd find you here.
I'm easy to find, if you know where to look, babe.
