Post by Brooke Hernandez on Nov 5, 2022 18:22:04 GMT -5
OOC Note: Have a family emergency. Had to rush off.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Amidst the sound of a clock ticking we hear the familiar voice of Samantha Voxx.
"Time. I've heard a lot about it. Some say time is of the essence and others say time is a construct designed to help us worry about our end.
Death.
Despair.
Destruction.
All in a day's work for some of us. Some of us wrestle for representation while others…"
The pitch black scene comes to light as we see fire raging along a whole town. Engulfed in flames are the houses as people run in terror. The voice of Voxx continues.
"Others want to watch the whole industry burn. Guys like Mark Flynn are only concerned with their prestige and their accomplishments. There is more to this business than that. I am here to show Mark Flynn that this business will chew him up and revel in his flavorful victories until another darling shows up and takes his place. Then it is quite simple. They will simply say "I don't want to play with you anymore." The fans will outgrow his accomplishments and he will be left to the annals of history. You see this business is about triumph. It is about representation. That is what draws me to places like WGWF. A diverse company that draws the ire of it's enemies and overcomes all obstacles even if the obstacles are their own conceited population."
The image of the burning city disappears in a puff of smoke. We see the scene was coming from the inside of Samantha’s cauldron. She smirks as she looks at the camera.
“What is it about idiots like Mark Flynn that give the marks of the internet such a hard on. I mean, he is a middle aged man that never really had a prime. He can do an armbar. Guess what? So can any wrestler in the world. I am not impressed with the so called King of the Midcarders. He is someone who cannot compete with the likes of me. He is someone who simply can’t keep up with the new generation.”
Samantha laughs as the scene fades to black.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Amidst the sound of a clock ticking we hear the familiar voice of Samantha Voxx.
"Time. I've heard a lot about it. Some say time is of the essence and others say time is a construct designed to help us worry about our end.
Death.
Despair.
Destruction.
All in a day's work for some of us. Some of us wrestle for representation while others…"
The pitch black scene comes to light as we see fire raging along a whole town. Engulfed in flames are the houses as people run in terror. The voice of Voxx continues.
"Others want to watch the whole industry burn. Guys like Mark Flynn are only concerned with their prestige and their accomplishments. There is more to this business than that. I am here to show Mark Flynn that this business will chew him up and revel in his flavorful victories until another darling shows up and takes his place. Then it is quite simple. They will simply say "I don't want to play with you anymore." The fans will outgrow his accomplishments and he will be left to the annals of history. You see this business is about triumph. It is about representation. That is what draws me to places like WGWF. A diverse company that draws the ire of it's enemies and overcomes all obstacles even if the obstacles are their own conceited population."
The image of the burning city disappears in a puff of smoke. We see the scene was coming from the inside of Samantha’s cauldron. She smirks as she looks at the camera.
“What is it about idiots like Mark Flynn that give the marks of the internet such a hard on. I mean, he is a middle aged man that never really had a prime. He can do an armbar. Guess what? So can any wrestler in the world. I am not impressed with the so called King of the Midcarders. He is someone who cannot compete with the likes of me. He is someone who simply can’t keep up with the new generation.”
Samantha laughs as the scene fades to black.