"Last time wasn't right. No...that's not how I want to win, Eddy. Not how I want to claim this tournament and earn the right to take that Pride Championship off Kendrick Kross."
Samantha Tolson-Anderson sits on a large baby blue beach towel, sand beneath her as she relaxes on a private stretch of beach in Malibu, California. She’s in a simple, but slight, black bikini, unworried about showing something that maybe she shouldn’t, though she is completely appropriate from the view of the camera.
"See, Eddy, I know you value this whole slasher gig pretty highly. I get it. A lot of people on social media have crapped on you for it. I admit, fully, that I don't exactly get it myself, but it's your life, your deal. It's not my place to comment on it, really. You do you."
This is one of the main perks of the home her wife Katie Anderson-Tolson, had purchased before they began dating, and after Katie had moved in with Samantha in Las Vegas, they decided to hold onto this place. It had become both a good get-a-way place for them, as well as a convenient way to avoid hotel bills when either or both of them had matches in the area.
"But I'm not buying into the whole mystique you want to project either. I didn't in the first round of this tournament, and now that we're at its conclusion, it's not happening now."
"That mystique you may have held, Eddy, died that night you and I first stepped into the ring together. For me, at least."
"I knew that night, Eddy, that as good as you are, as talented as you are beneath the get up and the face paint, that I can stand toe to toe with you in the ring and take your best shot."
Samantha reaches to her left, just out of the camera’s view, pulling up a brown bottle of beer from the hole she’d made in the sand for it, taking a small sip before returning it to its resting place.
“I’m very happy that they put you back into the tournament after what happened. It wasn’t right, someone trying to split your atoms that night, and I think CW made the right call in letting you take your sister’s place when the need arose. Once I saw that, I very much hoped that this final would come down to you and I, and those hopes have now come to fruition.”
“This match, this fight Eddy...this is the way it should be. Two warriors holding nothing back, willing to suffer, willing to hurt, willing to bleed and to pay the price, as it’s been said, to win this thing and take that Pride Championship from Kendrick Kross.”
“You’re going to kick the crap out of me, and I’m going to kick the crap out of you. And I can’t wait. This is the kind of match I live for, the kind of challenge that makes my heart beat a little faster and my smile just a little wider.”
“All for a shot at the CW Pride Championship.”
“God, I’m so excited. So very ready to jump into that ring and start blasting each other with everything we’ve got. I know Dona’s excited for this match too...she’s told me as much. And she’s supporting you a hundred percent, as she should. I don’t begrudge her that one bit. She’s your wife, she’s a good woman at heart, and she should be wanting you to win.”
“Sad thing is, Eddy...I plan on disappointing her.”
“Because I plan on beating you and facing Kross at Starrpower.”
Samantha pulls up her bottle for another drink, sitting for a moment and looking out at the Pacific Ocean. She watched as the waves slowly lapped up the sands at the edge of the beach, feeling the peacefulness of the situation wash over her, calming her excitement over this match.
“This is calming, this view. Listening to the ocean crash gently on the beach down there at the water’s edge. It’s kind of something I need thinking about this match, if I’m honest. I’m so very ready for this, so ready to just blow the roof off The Warehouse and show the good fans of California Wrestling what we can do, Eddy.”
“I hope to God, my friend, that whoever laid that nastiness for you last time stays away. I truly hope they do, because whoever wins, I want this to be a clean and pure result. I want whichever one of us wins to be able to stand across the ring from Kendrick at Starrpower knowing they won this tournament the right way. The best way.”
“I don’t want another hollow, meaningless victory.”
“No, this needs to be done right. For me, I need this to be right. Win or lose, Eddy, I want an honest ending to this match. Whoever is better that night the winner.”
“But make no mistake...I will do whatever I need to do, within the rules, to make sure that winner is me.”
“So let’s go create a masterpiece, Eddy Poe. You and me, putting on a virtuoso performance of violence, together.”
“Let’s show Kendrick Kross how limited his time is with that championship.”
Samantha raises her beer bottle to the camera as she turns slightly to look at it directly for the first time.
“To you, Eddy. I’ll see you at Walk of Fame.”
Samantha puts the brown bottle to her lips, lifting it high and draining it as the camera fades to black.
Post by Management Office on Dec 20, 2018 8:46:56 GMT -8
The sound if metal grinding against metal can be heard as the shadow of a little girl runs across the wall of a hallway in an old, decrepit, house. The giggling of a little girl can be heard as the patter of little footsteps can be heard running across the floor.
“Daddy doesn’t wanna talk right now… he’s pretty mad.” The voice of a little girl with a clearly asian accent is heard as a shot of the blades of a saw sharpening against a blacksmith’s grinding stone.
“Somebody tried to burn him… that was really stupid of them.” The little girl stated, as a flash of a sparks flying in the air flashes by.
“It didn’t end well when Johnny tried to burn my daddy…” Sparks from the grinding stone reflect off The goggles of a blacksmith as the young narrator keeps talking.
“My daddy hunted him down for a whole year before costing him his title, hitting him with a car, shocking him with tazers, cutting his flesh with a meat hook, stapling playing cards to his face, and the keeping his blood in a dirty rag.” Everything goes dark and quiet, until the ringing of steel is heard as light reflects off the blade of his saw.
“Auntie Sammy… we like you… but you’re in my daddy’s way.” Eddy sits in a chair in front of the fire, back to the camera, studying his blade.
“This isn’t about any belts Sam. This isn’t about you. You’ve always been good to me…”
Eddy speaks in his deep, tone. The shadows of a man can be seen in front of Eddy. The sounds of laughing, 2 adult female voices can be heard.
“To my wife…”
A pair of eyeballs flashes on the screen with the laughing of a man now.
“To my child…”
Nami Poe is seen, sitting at a table, drawing a picture of 4 people. They appear to be Eddy, Dona, Maki, and a 4th mysterious figure with long hair.
“What I do to you will be nothing personal…”
Eddy stands up from his chair, 3 shadows standing around him.
“You’re just in my way.”
Eddy turns and slashes his blade at the camera before it cuts to black. The screen is opaque and blank.
“If it means anything… i’m sorry.”
The laughing of a man and 2 women can be heard as video footage ends.
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