Post by Emma Douglas on Sept 19, 2016 15:27:01 GMT
I hate this place.
An exasperated sigh is heard as we see Emma leaning against a somewhat beaten up Honda Civic in the middle of a parking lot. She shoves her hands in her black denim jeans as she mutters to herself some more. The most noticeable thing about her attire is her belt, the RSW Supreme Championship being used as an actual belt. The thought of that fact makes her smile a bit to herself. Emma then peers around a bit as she pushes herself up. She begins walking around a few cars, mostly eyeing one with Oregon plates on them. Emma almost growls as she speaks to herself.
Fucking hurry it up, woman. This isn't how I like spending my nights...
She shakes her head a bit as she mutters to herself, not really talking to anyone in particular. Em glances left to right a few times.
Made quite a few enemies as of late, can never be too careful. Must be doing something right, though. Serves them right. A bunch of rich spoiled brats whom never had to work a day in their miserable little lives. They are gonna have to work for it now. I fucking promise.
Emma smiles big and she looks down at the belt, giving it a gentle pat.
Don't approve of my methods. Like I care. Guerrilla Warfare, bitches. Like any of them are above it. If given the opportunity, they would have done the same damn thing, just beat them to the punch. Hope Raven liked the taste of the steel steps, cause that's just the beginning of her troubles. She thinks she's improved, it won't be enough. I'm gonna crush her pretty little face in, out of sheer amusement.
Emma licks her lips, then sneers as a couple passes by her. She almost hisses at them.
And the little lapdog was all bent out of shape at getting clocked on the head with this here belt.
She cackles as she hops up on the front end of the Civic.
I'm gonna rock his fucking world. Think he's ready for some Emma love? Wait until he gets a load of me. That entire roster needs an enema. Needs to be shaken up, and Spencer and I are the ones to do it. Think you got what it takes to withstand Violent Intent. I'd love to see 'em try. They can keep underestimating me all day long, I'll slit their throats all the same.
Emma is beginning to get impatient as she lightly pats her boot against the car.
The other two think they are above it all. Throwing all this bravado and machismo around when in all actuality, they are far from the image they try to project. Blake talks big, but he's just like Zach Knight. Worried about being crushed under his parent's legacy. Pathetic. And Mondae talks nasty. Thinking she's this sick twisted damaged flower. She doesn't have the life experiences to claim such things. This ain't high school, you fools. Ya'll are gonna see how the big boys and girls play. And we're gonna play for keeps. Last Vendetta was child's play compared to what's in store this time. No time for rum and colas and making death glares at the bossman. One miscue and you're done for. I promise you. Hell, bring your friends, they won't help. I'll drop them quicker than Archer and Van Zant did. They are almost as hapless as Raven is.
Emma smiles wide, licking her chops.
Who are you talking to?
Emma is startled for a second, then promptly shakes her head, brushing it off. She then turns towards the person speaking.
No one, doesn't matter. You and me, we should talk. You're gonna want to listen what I have to say...
And with that, Emma and the blonde walk off together, past the blonde's car. They walk over under a street light and begin talking to one another, but not to where what they are saying can be heard.
