Post by Emma Douglas on Sept 6, 2016 14:46:09 GMT
The scene opens up inside a huge nearly abandoned warehouse. In one corner of the building is a very worn wrestling ring and a few random workout bits and pieces scattered about it. Sitting in one corner is our 'hero" Emma, sitting in a position that brings back images of Raven in the nineties. She sits up, looking directly at the camera. Emma's hair is done up in a pony tail and her make up is at a very minimum, a very pulled back Emma, the only real outstanding trait is the dual colored eyes. She smiles and giggles lightly as she looks curiously at the camera.
Cut a little close to the bone, did I, Zachary? Me thinks you protest a little too much. I rattled you a little bit and so you had to prattle off any little insult you could manage and hoped that they would stick in order to try and save face and "look strong" Pathetic, really.
Em nods slightly.
It's your eyes. They give you away, Zachary. You talk a big game about being this superior athlete and your superior genetics you have, but it's all hollow. Your family casts a big shadow, almost world crushing and it weighs on you, constantly. Know how I know this? I've been in those shoes. I've been where you are. I didn't always look so "different". So don't talk to me like you have any fucking clue. Before, I was alot like you'd I say, talking big and bold, running my mouth to anyone whom listen. And you know what, it worked. I did well, very well. Bigger and more aggressive than my competition, I ran through both women and men. But I was always constantly trying to get out of my brother's giant shadow. You're doing the same. I know that look in your eyes cause it used to be in mine. I know whom I am, I truly do. I very much doubt you do. You're fighting a war within yourself, that high talking superior athlete and that little boy just wanting to get that pat on the back that he did good.
She shrugs her shoulders slightly, letting out a breath as she does so.
And any self-doubt, any hesitation you have and you'll fail. Truly. Because by myself, I'm hell on wheels, standing with Archer, we're fucking murder.
Emma smiles slightly, chewing her lip as she eyes the camera.
You honestly think you're the first person that I've fought against whom outweighs me by whatever? Whom thought his raw power was gonna be enough to smother me and put me out. Fucking please. Just cause you're bigger doesn't mean you're better. I know how to exploit your mistakes, your miscues. And when you to trip up, I will tear you apart, bit by bit and I'll enjoy every minute of it. You doubt my power, you'll keep doubting that right up until the point I kick you directly in the face, and then, you'll know I'm for real. You'll know I fucking mean every word I say.
Emma closes her eyes, then slowly opens them, leaning back against the bottom turnbuckle.
I know you think you're this special athlete. God's gift to wrestling, right? The truth is you're no different than the rest of the roster. A whole bunch of entitled brats with money. Whom think they have a clue, whom got a little bit of training in them and that they are going to take the wrestling world by storm. You're no different than Lord Blake, Raven MacDemare, Mondae, Violet Van Zant, or Hailey Banks. None. But you've never really been tested, really had the screws put to you. We'll see how you react when you face something you've never dealt with before. We'll see how you face against someone looking to win, just someone looking to harm and maim. Win if you can, survive if I fucking let you. It's gonna be like that.
She nods more as she gets herself more riled up.
Gotta game plan for me? Got me down pat? I don't really think so. You CAN'T plan for me, period.
A giggle escapes her lips.
You think a bell is going to save you? It won't. I won't stop. Not until my bloodlust is sated. Not until I've had my fill of pain and chaos. And I'm just getting started. You think you're some big shot, you're just the fucking appetizer.
From there, we fade to black.
