Post by Amber Mansley on Nov 11, 2023 22:08:23 GMT -5
You have no idea how much pain I've caused ever since I lost my opportunity to become a television champion. Am I supposed to sit back and accept reality? Reality is an illusion of itself. I've been robbed of a chance to elevate WGWF, and they all laughed when I fell. My kindness was taken for granted; I've had enough of sparing mercy. It's time for everyone to understand the dire consequences of stepping into the ring with the Fortune Ones and causing mayhem in our ecosystem. Let her sacrifice be an example and a reminder to never mess with my vibe!
There were no words in that room except for the sounds of employees scrambling like headless chickens around the scenery of Amber's next photoshoot at the Kraft Azalea Garden, and the entire atmosphere was on edge. The thick tension and the sun's hot rays didn't make it easy for the production team to finish setting up, knowing an irate Amber Mansley was on her way to the destination. The recent loss of her ladder match made headlines. It allowed her haters to produce another viral trend of media content highlighting her downfall, constantly mocking her time in The Fortune Ones and giving ammunition to the critics of her career.
What was she supposed to do? Amber's confidence was at an all-time high, having played the mind games with Kim Pain and helping Jenny Myst secure victories over the champion. However, she wasn't the one to be champion. The industry plotted against her, and she felt Chris Page was behind it, but mere accusations and assumptions weren't enough to let the people understand how she felt. Blood is needed, or, in this case, a blood sacrifice. With so much going on in the world, her attention was not to be meddled with. Blood will be spilled.
Around the corner, a black SUV of high-class travel service parked near the entrance to the lot, and production immediately doubled their efforts to have Amber's accommodations ready to her liking. Her chauffeur opened the back door, and she gracefully stepped out without turning an eye to his direction. Amber looked around, pushing her Gucci shades to her eyes and strutting down to the scenery in her Jimmy Choo heels. No words were uttered from her lips; silence was the native tongue as everyone knew this was her moment. As she sat down on the high-top chair, make-up team members came to do their bidding in preparing her for the shoot.
"What?" She knew her manager, Steven, was behind her, twiddling his thumbs on the iPhone to eliminate as much media regarding her loss at Summer Madness. On the other hand, Amber didn't have her phone out once, which meant something was wrong. "Do you have something to say?"
"Is everything okay?" She turned her head a little and sighed. Amber looked away, replaying the question in her mind.
Am I okay?
Do yDo you want me to answer that question, Skylar? Am I okay? How do you think I am? You watched me fall from that ladder, and it ruined my moment! I'm not okay! I'm furious-no, I've been furious, but now my vibes have been brought to a new level of fury!
I've had to endure these losers coming onto my social media with their stupid little trolls making fun of the worst moment of my life. I've watched Jenny Myst, the woman I brought into the realm of WGWF and gave a platform to become Insta-famous, stabbing me in the back and stealing my WGWF Television Championship. Do you know what it meant to have everything you've worked for taken away from you within a heartbeat? To have the championship belt at the tip of your fingers and then be dragged back down to the bottom, making that effort completely meaningless?!
You wouldn't. It's bad enough I vent out my frustrations to you when you can't even say a word yet in WGWF. Skylar Carsons is a monumental nobody with nothing to offer other than being a placeholder on the Smash roster, which the Fortunate Ones own, hence why we pay you. You don't mean a damn thing to me other than being a blood sacrifice. Yes, I said it: a blood sacrifice.
Because that's what you are.
I'm angry. I'm enraged. I'm burning with so much hatred in my heart that the old bastard himself, Chris Page, couldn't handle seeing his biggest star be so overwhelmed. Skylar, you don't know how much pain I will make you endure. I'm ready to hurt someone, and, unfortunately, it has to be you because you don't understand the terrible position you're in.
I hate you. I can't stand you, nor can I stand someone who hasn't tried to do something with the position you've gotten. The WGWF signed me because they know I'm a star, but they signed you hoping you would at least give a damn for once in your pathetic life.
Where are you, Skylar?
We can't hear you. The first time we saw you was in the battle royal for the last opportunity to be in the Cannabis Cup, and you didn't even last ten seconds! How pathetic is that! Do you mean to tell me that you willingly signed up to be in WGWF and still need to deliver a proper introduction to who you are?
Oh no, let me be the one to introduce you to the world. It's only fitting since I am the star, and you're the supporting cast member in my story. Let it be known that Skylar Carsons doesn't have what it takes to beat Amber Mansley in the ring because I am the star of Smash! I am the star of this match,, and I am not sure of a spotlight with anyone unless they deserve it!
Skylar! Do you want to believe you have what it takes? Well, you don't. You don't even have the guts to show me your face in the ring!
But remember the favor I'm going to do for you. The favor of introducing you to the world of professional wrestling is that you can't take that leap of faith on your own. I know you're scared. Skylayou probably thinks this was your biggest mistake, but I'm here to make you feel worthy again. Don't you see? You're here because I needed someone to be my little pig for slaughter, and you were the chosen one. This is a blessing for you because this is the only moment you'll ever have in this industry.
Oh, and there's something else I want to talk about. What the hell are you? Who are you?
Are you Skylar Carsons or the sad little girl following in her worthless brother's footsteps? Oh, I didn't mean to make it persona,l, but there's nothingelse to say about to you. You're simply yesterday's news; no, you weren't even worthy enough to be known anywhere on any day. I hate having to waste my time on nobodies like you. What does it do for me? I usually end up on top, looking as glorious as ever.
You? You'll be sent back to the slums of Orange County you love to represent. God, do people still live there? It's been a while since I gave back to the less fortunate, so I may need to improve my people skills. Besides that, I'll be happy to reunite you with your brother, your inspiration for getting into the ring. No offense, but if you choose someone to follow in their footsteps, ensure it's someone notable.
Even when I dominated the amateurs, my mentor was a four-time hall of fame level wrestler who helped train even the worst person in my life, Serenity Holmes. What has your brother done? Nothing. You both hide in the shadows and pretend to be something meaningful when you're not. You're the nonplayable characters in this game, the extras in my movie, and the cannon fodder in the war.
Skylar Carsons. I now dub thee my sacrifice to message the entire Smash roster. I don't care who you are or where you are; The Influence has been chosen to be the new wave of professional wrestling, and there's nothing you can't do about it.
I hope everyone pays attention to what I will do to this woman. I want you all to watch when I dismember her from limb to limb.
There were no words in that room except for the sounds of employees scrambling like headless chickens around the scenery of Amber's next photoshoot at the Kraft Azalea Garden, and the entire atmosphere was on edge. The thick tension and the sun's hot rays didn't make it easy for the production team to finish setting up, knowing an irate Amber Mansley was on her way to the destination. The recent loss of her ladder match made headlines. It allowed her haters to produce another viral trend of media content highlighting her downfall, constantly mocking her time in The Fortune Ones and giving ammunition to the critics of her career.
What was she supposed to do? Amber's confidence was at an all-time high, having played the mind games with Kim Pain and helping Jenny Myst secure victories over the champion. However, she wasn't the one to be champion. The industry plotted against her, and she felt Chris Page was behind it, but mere accusations and assumptions weren't enough to let the people understand how she felt. Blood is needed, or, in this case, a blood sacrifice. With so much going on in the world, her attention was not to be meddled with. Blood will be spilled.
Around the corner, a black SUV of high-class travel service parked near the entrance to the lot, and production immediately doubled their efforts to have Amber's accommodations ready to her liking. Her chauffeur opened the back door, and she gracefully stepped out without turning an eye to his direction. Amber looked around, pushing her Gucci shades to her eyes and strutting down to the scenery in her Jimmy Choo heels. No words were uttered from her lips; silence was the native tongue as everyone knew this was her moment. As she sat down on the high-top chair, make-up team members came to do their bidding in preparing her for the shoot.
"What?" She knew her manager, Steven, was behind her, twiddling his thumbs on the iPhone to eliminate as much media regarding her loss at Summer Madness. On the other hand, Amber didn't have her phone out once, which meant something was wrong. "Do you have something to say?"
"Is everything okay?" She turned her head a little and sighed. Amber looked away, replaying the question in her mind.
Am I okay?
Do yDo you want me to answer that question, Skylar? Am I okay? How do you think I am? You watched me fall from that ladder, and it ruined my moment! I'm not okay! I'm furious-no, I've been furious, but now my vibes have been brought to a new level of fury!
I've had to endure these losers coming onto my social media with their stupid little trolls making fun of the worst moment of my life. I've watched Jenny Myst, the woman I brought into the realm of WGWF and gave a platform to become Insta-famous, stabbing me in the back and stealing my WGWF Television Championship. Do you know what it meant to have everything you've worked for taken away from you within a heartbeat? To have the championship belt at the tip of your fingers and then be dragged back down to the bottom, making that effort completely meaningless?!
You wouldn't. It's bad enough I vent out my frustrations to you when you can't even say a word yet in WGWF. Skylar Carsons is a monumental nobody with nothing to offer other than being a placeholder on the Smash roster, which the Fortunate Ones own, hence why we pay you. You don't mean a damn thing to me other than being a blood sacrifice. Yes, I said it: a blood sacrifice.
Because that's what you are.
I'm angry. I'm enraged. I'm burning with so much hatred in my heart that the old bastard himself, Chris Page, couldn't handle seeing his biggest star be so overwhelmed. Skylar, you don't know how much pain I will make you endure. I'm ready to hurt someone, and, unfortunately, it has to be you because you don't understand the terrible position you're in.
I hate you. I can't stand you, nor can I stand someone who hasn't tried to do something with the position you've gotten. The WGWF signed me because they know I'm a star, but they signed you hoping you would at least give a damn for once in your pathetic life.
Where are you, Skylar?
We can't hear you. The first time we saw you was in the battle royal for the last opportunity to be in the Cannabis Cup, and you didn't even last ten seconds! How pathetic is that! Do you mean to tell me that you willingly signed up to be in WGWF and still need to deliver a proper introduction to who you are?
Oh no, let me be the one to introduce you to the world. It's only fitting since I am the star, and you're the supporting cast member in my story. Let it be known that Skylar Carsons doesn't have what it takes to beat Amber Mansley in the ring because I am the star of Smash! I am the star of this match,, and I am not sure of a spotlight with anyone unless they deserve it!
Skylar! Do you want to believe you have what it takes? Well, you don't. You don't even have the guts to show me your face in the ring!
But remember the favor I'm going to do for you. The favor of introducing you to the world of professional wrestling is that you can't take that leap of faith on your own. I know you're scared. Skylayou probably thinks this was your biggest mistake, but I'm here to make you feel worthy again. Don't you see? You're here because I needed someone to be my little pig for slaughter, and you were the chosen one. This is a blessing for you because this is the only moment you'll ever have in this industry.
Oh, and there's something else I want to talk about. What the hell are you? Who are you?
Are you Skylar Carsons or the sad little girl following in her worthless brother's footsteps? Oh, I didn't mean to make it persona,l, but there's nothingelse to say about to you. You're simply yesterday's news; no, you weren't even worthy enough to be known anywhere on any day. I hate having to waste my time on nobodies like you. What does it do for me? I usually end up on top, looking as glorious as ever.
You? You'll be sent back to the slums of Orange County you love to represent. God, do people still live there? It's been a while since I gave back to the less fortunate, so I may need to improve my people skills. Besides that, I'll be happy to reunite you with your brother, your inspiration for getting into the ring. No offense, but if you choose someone to follow in their footsteps, ensure it's someone notable.
Even when I dominated the amateurs, my mentor was a four-time hall of fame level wrestler who helped train even the worst person in my life, Serenity Holmes. What has your brother done? Nothing. You both hide in the shadows and pretend to be something meaningful when you're not. You're the nonplayable characters in this game, the extras in my movie, and the cannon fodder in the war.
Skylar Carsons. I now dub thee my sacrifice to message the entire Smash roster. I don't care who you are or where you are; The Influence has been chosen to be the new wave of professional wrestling, and there's nothing you can't do about it.
I hope everyone pays attention to what I will do to this woman. I want you all to watch when I dismember her from limb to limb.