Post by "Daydream" Brooke Blakely on Nov 4, 2022 14:42:06 GMT -5
Samantha Voxx sips her coffee as she opens up an email from This Is Awesome Productions. She hovers her mouse over the subject section which reads “Cut #1 : World Series of Wrestling” She shakes her head as she speaks to herself.
“Why would I even open this. It is once again going to thank me for my service. It is going to talk about how they intend to use my tryout information in a compilation of what to do and not to do in this competition. Here we go.”
She opens the email. Inside is a very poorly designed gif of Sauce Boss’ big bald head with the words “Congratulations! See ya on Splat TV!” underneath. Samantha dropped her black cauldron mug shattering it. She looks down as a piece of glass cuts her leg.
“Dammit! Samantha! Act like you have won something in your damned life.”
Truth is, she was not used to winning. Usually she had to settle for not good enough. She shook her head as she grabbed a towel placing it over the cut on her leg. She applies pressure as she shakes her head. She gets the bleeding to stop as she begins sweeping up the glass carefully as she puts the shards in the garbage can. She sighs as she heads to her “office” which is where she carefully crafted her spells. She pulls a bright red lever on her basement door which caused it to creak open. Inside the door was a retina scanner. She placed her eye toward it and began walking down. She turned on a light as a big black cauldron sat in the middle of the room. One solitary light dangled above it. She approached the cauldron and lit a huge flame below it. She began looking on her shelves. She pulls down a few vials, the labels are not able to be seen. She puts the first pinch of ingredients in and begins chanting.
“Now that the tryouts are over and done
Now is the time this contest is truly won.
Never before and Never Again
Has wrestling seen a bitch so hellbent on revenge.”
She adds a pinch of the second ingredient as she continues.
“The time is nigh for a redhead to show
Her true colors so brave and bold.
Vengeance and brutality, a mound of bodies left in my wake
Look to the Goddess and she allows me a path to make.”
She adds the rest of the ingredients en masse as her encantation finishes.
“What was once many, is now few
No more playing, I know what I must do.
With this spell, all others I forsake
With this spell, the rules I break.”
She laughs as a swirl of smoke emits from the cauldron. The smoke changes colors as Samantha is transformed into a stereotypical witch, black hat and robes but keeps her voluptuous shape and fair skin. She cackles again as she begins sipping the potion from the cauldron. She begins putting it into jars as she finishes a knock is heard at her door. She heads upstairs, her long black robe dragging behind her. She reaches the top step as she opens the door and in front of her is Katarina Start, her cousin. Katarina, uninvited, let's herself in as she runs her fingers along Sam's hat and robes.
"Still going with this witch schtick I see."
Katarina says as Samantha pulls away from her grasp. She looks at Katarina.
"Schtick? I'm sorry but some of us are just ourselves whether the cameras are on or off. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be "
Samantha attempts to push past Katarina but Katarina stops her.
"Where ya heading cuzzo? I just got here."
Samantha rolls her eyes.
"Not all of us are semi retired like you. I have a match to prepare for in WGWF all while doing this World Series of Wrestling TV show."
Katarina clicks her tongue. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
"And here I was proud of you Sam. But all you want to do is rag on me and Damien for being retired but we retired from Revolution1 on top all while you were bottoming for anyone who wanted to have their way with you."
Again Sam pulled away.
"Let me through before I clear a path."
Katarina scoffed loudly.
"How do you presume you'll do that?"
Samantha grips the charm around her neck as she begins an incantation.
"Winds howl
Dust rolls
Tornado come and save my soul"
With that a large gust of wind throws Katarina across the room. Samantha looks at the mess on the floor.
"Clean this place up while I'm gone."
Sam says as she walks out the door.
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Samantha Voxx sat on the floor at the airport stretching a bit during a lay over. She was on her way to WGWF Brawl where she would take on Mark Flynn and fellow World Series competitor Peter Vaughn. A young lady, maybe thirteen years old approaches her.
"Are you Samantha Voxx?"
Samantha nods as she responds softly.
"I am."
The girl presents a pentagram bracelet that was around her wrist. Samantha smiles warmly as the girl speaks again.
"Because of you, my mom says we can finally be proud of who we are. I am a descendant of Bridget Bishop. Do you know of her?"
Samantha smiles wider as she speaks.
"Salem. My birthplace. The place I began my plight. My fight isn't just for me. It is for all of us to get a better vision of who we really are and why we are how we are."
Samantha removes the pentagram pendant from around her neck and places it around the young girls neck.
"This is for you. I will always be a whisper away to help you if you are in trouble."
The girl smiles as she wraps her hand around the pentagram. A woman walks up placing a hand on the girls shoulder. The girl looks up.
"Hey mom. Look what Samantha gave me."
Seeing the smile on the girls face was all Samantha needed to know she was doing the right thing for her people. The woman and her daughter nod lightly as the girl wraps her arms around Samantha's neck hugging her tightly.
"Thank you Samantha. You'll never know how much this helped me."
Samantha nods as she hears the following announcement.
"Flight 232 to Las Vegas is now boarding"
Samantha walks to the gate as the scene ends.
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The girl's words echoed in Samantha's head.
"Thank you Samantha. You'll never know how much this helped me."
Samantha opened her laptop as she booted up her Instagram live. She waited for the connection to happen. She sees the red live light as she waits for her viewers. She waves as she begins speaking.
"We should never hide who we are. Hiding our true selves is a form of lying. My cousin Katarina is the master of lying. She doesn't mean to though. She just doesn't know who she is. A little girl at the airport told me I'll never know how much I helped her. I beg to differ. For the longest time I hid my witchy side. I hid my true self from the world for fear of torment and ridicule. I am no longer scared. In this day and age we are still bullied non stop for who we are. I am here to say be you. Always. For if we pretend to be someone else then we can't fully represent who we are."
Samantha takes a breath as more people begin filling the plane up. She laughs as she continues.
"We, as witches, need to remember the rule of three. Karma as it is otherwise known. Anything we do or cast upon someone will come back to us threefold. Many have asked me why I don't simply use my Magick to win every match and that rule is exactly the reason. Magick is a tool and way of life but it isn't there to make us famous or make us rich. We can do that simply by working and training hard. If I used Magick, who knows what would have happened to me by now. Magick is who I am. It is not, however, a personality trait nor should it be used as a foolproof plan. I use my Magick for tasks that won't affect the outcome of who I am. I have to remain a role model for all the young witches out there."
Samantha readjusts her posture as she finishes her talk.
"I am Samantha Voxx and I am a witch who wrestles but anything I earn is earned on my own merit, not due to my Magick or who I know. My cousin isn't who I am either. The competition I've been in has proven, once and for all, that Samantha Voxx has staying power in this business. Allow me to reintroduce myself. Hi I am Samantha Voxx and I am a witch, directly descended from the witches of Salem. Pleased to meet you. I am living proof that witches aren't al ugly, green, and wart faced. Until next time. Stay witchy!"
With her catchphrase she signs off as the plane takes off and Samantha cackles one last time.
“Why would I even open this. It is once again going to thank me for my service. It is going to talk about how they intend to use my tryout information in a compilation of what to do and not to do in this competition. Here we go.”
She opens the email. Inside is a very poorly designed gif of Sauce Boss’ big bald head with the words “Congratulations! See ya on Splat TV!” underneath. Samantha dropped her black cauldron mug shattering it. She looks down as a piece of glass cuts her leg.
“Dammit! Samantha! Act like you have won something in your damned life.”
Truth is, she was not used to winning. Usually she had to settle for not good enough. She shook her head as she grabbed a towel placing it over the cut on her leg. She applies pressure as she shakes her head. She gets the bleeding to stop as she begins sweeping up the glass carefully as she puts the shards in the garbage can. She sighs as she heads to her “office” which is where she carefully crafted her spells. She pulls a bright red lever on her basement door which caused it to creak open. Inside the door was a retina scanner. She placed her eye toward it and began walking down. She turned on a light as a big black cauldron sat in the middle of the room. One solitary light dangled above it. She approached the cauldron and lit a huge flame below it. She began looking on her shelves. She pulls down a few vials, the labels are not able to be seen. She puts the first pinch of ingredients in and begins chanting.
“Now that the tryouts are over and done
Now is the time this contest is truly won.
Never before and Never Again
Has wrestling seen a bitch so hellbent on revenge.”
She adds a pinch of the second ingredient as she continues.
“The time is nigh for a redhead to show
Her true colors so brave and bold.
Vengeance and brutality, a mound of bodies left in my wake
Look to the Goddess and she allows me a path to make.”
She adds the rest of the ingredients en masse as her encantation finishes.
“What was once many, is now few
No more playing, I know what I must do.
With this spell, all others I forsake
With this spell, the rules I break.”
She laughs as a swirl of smoke emits from the cauldron. The smoke changes colors as Samantha is transformed into a stereotypical witch, black hat and robes but keeps her voluptuous shape and fair skin. She cackles again as she begins sipping the potion from the cauldron. She begins putting it into jars as she finishes a knock is heard at her door. She heads upstairs, her long black robe dragging behind her. She reaches the top step as she opens the door and in front of her is Katarina Start, her cousin. Katarina, uninvited, let's herself in as she runs her fingers along Sam's hat and robes.
"Still going with this witch schtick I see."
Katarina says as Samantha pulls away from her grasp. She looks at Katarina.
"Schtick? I'm sorry but some of us are just ourselves whether the cameras are on or off. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be "
Samantha attempts to push past Katarina but Katarina stops her.
"Where ya heading cuzzo? I just got here."
Samantha rolls her eyes.
"Not all of us are semi retired like you. I have a match to prepare for in WGWF all while doing this World Series of Wrestling TV show."
Katarina clicks her tongue. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
"And here I was proud of you Sam. But all you want to do is rag on me and Damien for being retired but we retired from Revolution1 on top all while you were bottoming for anyone who wanted to have their way with you."
Again Sam pulled away.
"Let me through before I clear a path."
Katarina scoffed loudly.
"How do you presume you'll do that?"
Samantha grips the charm around her neck as she begins an incantation.
"Winds howl
Dust rolls
Tornado come and save my soul"
With that a large gust of wind throws Katarina across the room. Samantha looks at the mess on the floor.
"Clean this place up while I'm gone."
Sam says as she walks out the door.
------------------
Samantha Voxx sat on the floor at the airport stretching a bit during a lay over. She was on her way to WGWF Brawl where she would take on Mark Flynn and fellow World Series competitor Peter Vaughn. A young lady, maybe thirteen years old approaches her.
"Are you Samantha Voxx?"
Samantha nods as she responds softly.
"I am."
The girl presents a pentagram bracelet that was around her wrist. Samantha smiles warmly as the girl speaks again.
"Because of you, my mom says we can finally be proud of who we are. I am a descendant of Bridget Bishop. Do you know of her?"
Samantha smiles wider as she speaks.
"Salem. My birthplace. The place I began my plight. My fight isn't just for me. It is for all of us to get a better vision of who we really are and why we are how we are."
Samantha removes the pentagram pendant from around her neck and places it around the young girls neck.
"This is for you. I will always be a whisper away to help you if you are in trouble."
The girl smiles as she wraps her hand around the pentagram. A woman walks up placing a hand on the girls shoulder. The girl looks up.
"Hey mom. Look what Samantha gave me."
Seeing the smile on the girls face was all Samantha needed to know she was doing the right thing for her people. The woman and her daughter nod lightly as the girl wraps her arms around Samantha's neck hugging her tightly.
"Thank you Samantha. You'll never know how much this helped me."
Samantha nods as she hears the following announcement.
"Flight 232 to Las Vegas is now boarding"
Samantha walks to the gate as the scene ends.
------------------
The girl's words echoed in Samantha's head.
"Thank you Samantha. You'll never know how much this helped me."
Samantha opened her laptop as she booted up her Instagram live. She waited for the connection to happen. She sees the red live light as she waits for her viewers. She waves as she begins speaking.
"We should never hide who we are. Hiding our true selves is a form of lying. My cousin Katarina is the master of lying. She doesn't mean to though. She just doesn't know who she is. A little girl at the airport told me I'll never know how much I helped her. I beg to differ. For the longest time I hid my witchy side. I hid my true self from the world for fear of torment and ridicule. I am no longer scared. In this day and age we are still bullied non stop for who we are. I am here to say be you. Always. For if we pretend to be someone else then we can't fully represent who we are."
Samantha takes a breath as more people begin filling the plane up. She laughs as she continues.
"We, as witches, need to remember the rule of three. Karma as it is otherwise known. Anything we do or cast upon someone will come back to us threefold. Many have asked me why I don't simply use my Magick to win every match and that rule is exactly the reason. Magick is a tool and way of life but it isn't there to make us famous or make us rich. We can do that simply by working and training hard. If I used Magick, who knows what would have happened to me by now. Magick is who I am. It is not, however, a personality trait nor should it be used as a foolproof plan. I use my Magick for tasks that won't affect the outcome of who I am. I have to remain a role model for all the young witches out there."
Samantha readjusts her posture as she finishes her talk.
"I am Samantha Voxx and I am a witch who wrestles but anything I earn is earned on my own merit, not due to my Magick or who I know. My cousin isn't who I am either. The competition I've been in has proven, once and for all, that Samantha Voxx has staying power in this business. Allow me to reintroduce myself. Hi I am Samantha Voxx and I am a witch, directly descended from the witches of Salem. Pleased to meet you. I am living proof that witches aren't al ugly, green, and wart faced. Until next time. Stay witchy!"
With her catchphrase she signs off as the plane takes off and Samantha cackles one last time.