Post by Brooke Hernandez on Jan 14, 2023 21:54:03 GMT -5
Samantha Voxx smirks as she paces the hut as she looks into the camera. "So, do you see me now Ace? I launched you over the ropes and you can't get me out of your head. I live there rent free. You are nowhere near ready for someone like me. You're a mere pawn on the chess board called WGWF. I dare you to tell me I'm wrong. I dare you to challenge my word. The problem with wrestlers like you Ace is you are a dime a dozen. Copy. Paste. Copy. Paste. I have only been a wrestler for a couple years and I have seen twelve or more guys just like you. You like to jump off the ropes and do some flips and shit. I have more talent in one leg than you do in your whole body and it shows."
Samantha looks at the cauldron in front of her as she begins throwing ingredients in. She laughs and cackles as she begins chanting. "Swirling smoke and ash and dust. Give Ace Sky a bit of the ring rust. Don't let him stop until he is wasted by the witch of the ring. Let him end his own career trying to do his thing."
The smoke started billowing as she smirks again at the camera raising an eyebrow. "Ace, what is it you think you bring to the ring? What can ya do that I didn't see against Mark Cross? What can ya do that can surprise me? What is it I should fear about you? Why should I care that you are across the ring from me? Why should I fear you dear?"
She laughs as she has a seat on a stool. She looks more seriously than before. "Newsflash. You don't scare me. I have held my own with the best of the best. I was in the final sixteen of the World Series of Wrestling. I have done battle with Fred Debonair and Molly Hatchet. I am going to annihilate you. I am going to end you. I am a nice person but you are like a flea. You are nothing more than a nuisance. I am going to rid this company of you by any means necessary."
Samantha's thigh high black boots began to shine in the lights of the spell she had conjured. "Ace, do us all a favor and just stop while you are ahead. I can give fifty percent of my skill and still will make a curtain jerker out of you. I don't want to hurt you Ace but I will if I need to. Keep thinking you are important Ace. I assure you that you are not. You are nothing compared to me. You are a jobber who isn't for to lick my boots let alone lace them. You are so far beneath me that I can not even see you. You are miles behind me and you'll never be able to catch up to me. Who do you think you are, Buster Gloves? John Cable? The fact remains that you won't be able to come close to winning and making me bleed. I truly hope you like the taste of your own blood because it is all you will taste for weeks."
With that Samantha walks up the steps and disappears in the door.
Samantha looks at the cauldron in front of her as she begins throwing ingredients in. She laughs and cackles as she begins chanting. "Swirling smoke and ash and dust. Give Ace Sky a bit of the ring rust. Don't let him stop until he is wasted by the witch of the ring. Let him end his own career trying to do his thing."
The smoke started billowing as she smirks again at the camera raising an eyebrow. "Ace, what is it you think you bring to the ring? What can ya do that I didn't see against Mark Cross? What can ya do that can surprise me? What is it I should fear about you? Why should I care that you are across the ring from me? Why should I fear you dear?"
She laughs as she has a seat on a stool. She looks more seriously than before. "Newsflash. You don't scare me. I have held my own with the best of the best. I was in the final sixteen of the World Series of Wrestling. I have done battle with Fred Debonair and Molly Hatchet. I am going to annihilate you. I am going to end you. I am a nice person but you are like a flea. You are nothing more than a nuisance. I am going to rid this company of you by any means necessary."
Samantha's thigh high black boots began to shine in the lights of the spell she had conjured. "Ace, do us all a favor and just stop while you are ahead. I can give fifty percent of my skill and still will make a curtain jerker out of you. I don't want to hurt you Ace but I will if I need to. Keep thinking you are important Ace. I assure you that you are not. You are nothing compared to me. You are a jobber who isn't for to lick my boots let alone lace them. You are so far beneath me that I can not even see you. You are miles behind me and you'll never be able to catch up to me. Who do you think you are, Buster Gloves? John Cable? The fact remains that you won't be able to come close to winning and making me bleed. I truly hope you like the taste of your own blood because it is all you will taste for weeks."
With that Samantha walks up the steps and disappears in the door.