Post by Brooke Hernandez on Feb 25, 2023 16:28:20 GMT -5
"There once was a man named Mark.
Who thought every word he said hit it out of the park.
He awoke one night.
And got an idea so bright.
That maybe he has attempted to jump the shark.
You see Mark Flynn's that man is you. You come into Brawl against Samuel Chatman and myself and I feel as if you don't truly know what you are up against. You're a journeyman and some see you as a hero being well into your forties and still in this business. You are not someone people should achieve to be like. You take pride in the fact that you are in the midcard. You are wanting appreciation for being average. You want appreciation for standing for nothing. Being in the middle of the road is not something to be applauded. That's why the Intercontinental Title tournament is a joke. Cholo and the rest of the bunch of bananas can fall in line. I will continue blazing new trails."
Samantha Voxx was seen wearing a hood as she looked into the camera.
"Mark, you simply need to realize that you and I are going to keep crossing paths in the WGWF. You call yourself a king but you are nothing more than a pawn in this chess match. You are a sacrificial lamb that is thrown my way for the slaughter. Keep thinking you are better than me and your pride will come before your fall. You are nothing to me Mark. I owe you one. You injuring my knee revived my career. You can say that I had a dream and you have shown me that I can live that dream now. Mark, what is going to happen when you run out of places to run from my powers? What is going to happen when I overpower you and beat you at your own game? What is going to happen when I win this match? Will you admit that I beat you? I don't think you will."
Samantha shuffled along the concrete floor as she smirked with a wink. She looked at the full moon outside.
"Long ago a lone wolf howled at the moon for the last time. He was weak and vulnerable to predators in his final days. His howl tipped off the predators to his location. He puffed up and attempted to fight for his life but he was overpowered and left for dead.
That is what will happen to you if you decide you want to step to me. You will die alone and cold. You are stepping into dangerous territory. You are not going to be a factor in this match. You are here to take the pin and make myself and Flynn look good. You are a mere throw away competitor in which is being used to keep me and Flynn from killing one another. You are never going to be on our level so keep to yourself lone wolf and die like the rest."
Samantha blew a candle out as the scene faded to black.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The scene opened to the thunder and the rain howling outside as we saw Samantha Voxx working out in a gym. Since she had been working out with John Cable. As she was working out a reporter approached her.
"Samantha Voxx. The world wants to know what is going on between you and John Cable?
Samantha sighed as she racked the weight she had been working with. She shook her head.
"John and I are work out partners and friends. Nothing more.
The reporter winked as she spoke again.
"Riggggght. Friends. We will go with that. The rumors are flying that between working for WGWF and Proudhouse that you are working yourself thin. What do you think about this?
Samantha laughed lightly.
"I am twenty three years old. I think I am more than capable of working a busy schedule. What the hell kind of reporter are you? No. I will tell you what you are. The paparazzi is a bunch of bullies who just want us to feel bad because we are doing better than you are. You bully those you think are vulnerable for monetary gain. You need to stop. We don't need to feel bad because we have vulnerability. No one is able to make me feel bad about who or what I am anymore. You have no power over me. You want to know who taught me that? John Cable. My friend showed me it doesn't matter if it's Twitter or the paparazzi you want the world to perceive people in a particular light and I don't give you the power to do that. Now if you will excuse me, I have a workout to continue."
The reporter shrugged as Voxx went back to lifting weights and the scene faded to black.
Who thought every word he said hit it out of the park.
He awoke one night.
And got an idea so bright.
That maybe he has attempted to jump the shark.
You see Mark Flynn's that man is you. You come into Brawl against Samuel Chatman and myself and I feel as if you don't truly know what you are up against. You're a journeyman and some see you as a hero being well into your forties and still in this business. You are not someone people should achieve to be like. You take pride in the fact that you are in the midcard. You are wanting appreciation for being average. You want appreciation for standing for nothing. Being in the middle of the road is not something to be applauded. That's why the Intercontinental Title tournament is a joke. Cholo and the rest of the bunch of bananas can fall in line. I will continue blazing new trails."
Samantha Voxx was seen wearing a hood as she looked into the camera.
"Mark, you simply need to realize that you and I are going to keep crossing paths in the WGWF. You call yourself a king but you are nothing more than a pawn in this chess match. You are a sacrificial lamb that is thrown my way for the slaughter. Keep thinking you are better than me and your pride will come before your fall. You are nothing to me Mark. I owe you one. You injuring my knee revived my career. You can say that I had a dream and you have shown me that I can live that dream now. Mark, what is going to happen when you run out of places to run from my powers? What is going to happen when I overpower you and beat you at your own game? What is going to happen when I win this match? Will you admit that I beat you? I don't think you will."
Samantha shuffled along the concrete floor as she smirked with a wink. She looked at the full moon outside.
"Long ago a lone wolf howled at the moon for the last time. He was weak and vulnerable to predators in his final days. His howl tipped off the predators to his location. He puffed up and attempted to fight for his life but he was overpowered and left for dead.
That is what will happen to you if you decide you want to step to me. You will die alone and cold. You are stepping into dangerous territory. You are not going to be a factor in this match. You are here to take the pin and make myself and Flynn look good. You are a mere throw away competitor in which is being used to keep me and Flynn from killing one another. You are never going to be on our level so keep to yourself lone wolf and die like the rest."
Samantha blew a candle out as the scene faded to black.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The scene opened to the thunder and the rain howling outside as we saw Samantha Voxx working out in a gym. Since she had been working out with John Cable. As she was working out a reporter approached her.
"Samantha Voxx. The world wants to know what is going on between you and John Cable?
Samantha sighed as she racked the weight she had been working with. She shook her head.
"John and I are work out partners and friends. Nothing more.
The reporter winked as she spoke again.
"Riggggght. Friends. We will go with that. The rumors are flying that between working for WGWF and Proudhouse that you are working yourself thin. What do you think about this?
Samantha laughed lightly.
"I am twenty three years old. I think I am more than capable of working a busy schedule. What the hell kind of reporter are you? No. I will tell you what you are. The paparazzi is a bunch of bullies who just want us to feel bad because we are doing better than you are. You bully those you think are vulnerable for monetary gain. You need to stop. We don't need to feel bad because we have vulnerability. No one is able to make me feel bad about who or what I am anymore. You have no power over me. You want to know who taught me that? John Cable. My friend showed me it doesn't matter if it's Twitter or the paparazzi you want the world to perceive people in a particular light and I don't give you the power to do that. Now if you will excuse me, I have a workout to continue."
The reporter shrugged as Voxx went back to lifting weights and the scene faded to black.