Post by Emma Douglas on Sept 2, 2016 14:05:19 GMT
We see Emma sitting on one of those large productions boxes you've seen sitting around the hallways of wrestling venues. Her back is against the wall as she appears to be fiddling with something in her hands. Zooming in closer, we see she has a barbie doll in her hands, her fingers fiddling it.
They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Emma smiles, casually ripping off an arm from the doll and tossing it aside.
And that little saying reminds me so much of you, Zach. You prattle on the same rhetoric over and over and expect people to fall for it, like it's gospel.
She snorts.
Bitch, please.
She giggles to herself a bit, ripping the other arm off and places the figure's hand in between her teeth, shaking her head. She then tosses that limb down the hall.
The truth of it all is this, you've stepped in it so deep and you don't even realize how fucked you truly are. I'm not here for grandeur. I'm not here for accolades. Been there, done that. Don't need them anymore. So knock yourself out with that crap. Be a good little boy and work hard for that pat on the head. I'm here because it gives me a chance to hurt as many people as possible and get paid to do it. Funny how that works out, huh?
Finally, Emma Dee looks up at the camera.
Look at me, look at this face. Do I look like I give a damn about becoming the face of this company? The short answer, no. That shit doesn't interest me in the least. What's gonna be a blast is all the bloodletting I'm gonna inflict on you and Arthur Thomas. Well, if Arthur can make it to the ring without conking out. Damn that narcolepsy. If not, I'll just have to do double the pain on you, Zach, and I'm very okay with that.
She smiles a wide toothy grin.
You're fighting outside of your weight class, Zach. I see through your bullshit. Your swagger, such a hollow facade. It's cute to see you try and convince everyone that you're King Shit, but I think you're trying to convince yourself more than anything. Rationalize it however you want, it's real simple. I'm gonna leave you broken and bloodied. Point blank.
And like that, she snaps a leg off the barbie and tosses it behind her, not even bothering looking where it went.
But please, keep talking down to me, keep feeding the beast in me. Keep calling me little nicknames, Team Douchebag. I want you to. You ain't the first and sure as shit won't be the last. It's just gonna make it so much sweeter when I knock you off that pedestal you've put yourself upon. Build yourself up as some kind of wrestling savant, you'll come crashing back down to reality soon enough, boy. This ain't gonna be a stepping stone to bigger and better things for you like you envision. What's gonna happen is I'm gonna much more gruesome. See, you're going into this like it's just another match, and you couldn't be more wrong. What you should be is preparing for the fight of your life. Anything less and I will utterly destroy you. You are aiming for a win, while I'm out for blood, quite literally
Emma snaps the final limb off, bends it in half and flings it in the general proximity of the camera, like a toothpick-esque. She can't help herself but giggle slightly to herself once more.
You know what? I hope Arthur Thomas manages to make it to Vendetta. I truly do. Cause he'll be another canvas in which I paint a beautiful disasterpiece.
She chews her lip, just thinking.
You ain't scared of me yet, but you should be, and pretty soon, you WILL be. Ready Set Wrestle hasn't seen someone quite like me before. Zach, talk that bravado all you want. It won't do you a lick of good when you're on MY battlefield. Win. Lose. It doesn't really matter. What matters is how much mayhem will I inflict before all is said and done.
And with that, Emma rips the head off of the barbie, shoving it into her mouth. She kneels up top the box and spit the head directly at the camera. Evil smile on her face.
One. Two. Emma's coming for you.
Grand laughter ensues.
