Post by "Daydream" Brooke Blakely on Oct 6, 2022 13:21:16 GMT -5
A windy dark night sets the scene as the camera focuses in on a solitary tree stump in the middle of an unknown forest. Thunder booms and lightning cracks as the lightning crashes on the stump. Smoke pours out from the stump as Samantha Voxx appears out of the smoke. She smirks as she looks into the camera and speaks.
"How is it someone like me is supposed to explain why I do what I do? The business doesn't take me seriously. Here goes. Representation goes a long way. In show business people like me are described as evil and ugly but the fact remains that witches come in all shapes and sizes. We are different ages and races. We are going to get where we need to be by having a positive vibes only attitude. The fact is I am not a bad person. Witches haven't been able to move forward. We are seen as bad thanks to bad history decisions like Salem, Massachusetts. I won't stop fighting until my people are taken seriously. I am going to make it hard to ignore me. I am going to absolutely kill this World Series of Wrestling and prove that my people have a staying power."
Samantha stands up and walks briskly as a red light follows her every step.
"I wrestle to prove to myself that I can do anything with and without my powers. I have been asked in the past why I don't just use my powers to win the matches and I always say the same thing. Where is the fun in that? Working hard is the only way to truly be a wrestler. The only way to do what we do is training hard and working at it. Sure I could easily make spells that would let me win every match but this business is about entertaining everyone and, love me or hate me, you can not say I am not entertaining. Many have said when you look at this field that someone young and new to this business like me doesn't belong with names like KPN or Jason Cashe. They say Todrick Tabor-Ramsey is going to make an example of me one day and that may be true. Maybe I am in way over my head but the fact remains that I am going to battle until the very end. That is why I am a wrestler."
Samantha looks up as the storm rages on. She smirks as the rain falls on her. The winds howl as Samantha's eyes glow a red hue. Her demeanor changes.
"I am a wrestler to bring hell to those who don't act right. I am here to make sure Hell on Earth happens each and every time I am booked somewhere. I want to make sure you all know I have been there. I wrestle to leave a stack of rotting corpses in my wake. I want you all to suffer for the years, decades, centuries, and even milenia that my people have been persecuted and murdered in cold blood for our beliefs. I want to leave the stench of death in the arena as I laugh at the deceased who stood in my way. As I stack the bodies high I will place my throne on the mound of so called wrestlers who stepped to me. I am going to lay you all to rest as I build my utopia. Join my army now because soon as I win this World Series, it will be too late to join the bandwagon as you will have already joined the Army of the dead."
Samantha cackles like mad. She looks directly into the camera one more time. Her dead panned expression baring down on our souls.
"To recap, I wrestle for representation, to clear the name of my people, and for revenge of witches past, present, and future. The blood of my adversaries are on all of your hands."
The storm continues getting harder as Samantha looks to the skies. She nods her head as she takes in the energy from the wild winds, rain, thunder, and lightning. Just as suddenly as she appeared she was gone in a puff of smoke. The doubters have to come to the realization that she is a wrestler for so many different reasons. It isn't the fortune, the fame, or the titles. She is out for blood.
"How is it someone like me is supposed to explain why I do what I do? The business doesn't take me seriously. Here goes. Representation goes a long way. In show business people like me are described as evil and ugly but the fact remains that witches come in all shapes and sizes. We are different ages and races. We are going to get where we need to be by having a positive vibes only attitude. The fact is I am not a bad person. Witches haven't been able to move forward. We are seen as bad thanks to bad history decisions like Salem, Massachusetts. I won't stop fighting until my people are taken seriously. I am going to make it hard to ignore me. I am going to absolutely kill this World Series of Wrestling and prove that my people have a staying power."
Samantha stands up and walks briskly as a red light follows her every step.
"I wrestle to prove to myself that I can do anything with and without my powers. I have been asked in the past why I don't just use my powers to win the matches and I always say the same thing. Where is the fun in that? Working hard is the only way to truly be a wrestler. The only way to do what we do is training hard and working at it. Sure I could easily make spells that would let me win every match but this business is about entertaining everyone and, love me or hate me, you can not say I am not entertaining. Many have said when you look at this field that someone young and new to this business like me doesn't belong with names like KPN or Jason Cashe. They say Todrick Tabor-Ramsey is going to make an example of me one day and that may be true. Maybe I am in way over my head but the fact remains that I am going to battle until the very end. That is why I am a wrestler."
Samantha looks up as the storm rages on. She smirks as the rain falls on her. The winds howl as Samantha's eyes glow a red hue. Her demeanor changes.
"I am a wrestler to bring hell to those who don't act right. I am here to make sure Hell on Earth happens each and every time I am booked somewhere. I want to make sure you all know I have been there. I wrestle to leave a stack of rotting corpses in my wake. I want you all to suffer for the years, decades, centuries, and even milenia that my people have been persecuted and murdered in cold blood for our beliefs. I want to leave the stench of death in the arena as I laugh at the deceased who stood in my way. As I stack the bodies high I will place my throne on the mound of so called wrestlers who stepped to me. I am going to lay you all to rest as I build my utopia. Join my army now because soon as I win this World Series, it will be too late to join the bandwagon as you will have already joined the Army of the dead."
Samantha cackles like mad. She looks directly into the camera one more time. Her dead panned expression baring down on our souls.
"To recap, I wrestle for representation, to clear the name of my people, and for revenge of witches past, present, and future. The blood of my adversaries are on all of your hands."
The storm continues getting harder as Samantha looks to the skies. She nods her head as she takes in the energy from the wild winds, rain, thunder, and lightning. Just as suddenly as she appeared she was gone in a puff of smoke. The doubters have to come to the realization that she is a wrestler for so many different reasons. It isn't the fortune, the fame, or the titles. She is out for blood.