Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 10:40:04 GMT -8
A shot of a sparsely populated beach is shown, the sun burns bright overhead, as the camera scans the area. The movement of the camera, makes it appear to be searching, but it eventually stops on a bench, and moves forward. Laying on the bench, CW wrestler Dona Rotten.
Cameraman: Dona, hey, get up.
A hand reaches into frame, and jostles Dona, attempting to wake her. Dona rolls the other way, and mutters towards the cameraman.
Dona: Fuck off Eddy, I'm trying to sleep here.
Cameraman: Dona, you're on, wake up.
Dona: I'm up, but you had better not be wearing any pants, because we are either fighting or we're…
Dona sits up on the bench, looking ready to throwdown. She sees it’s a a CW camera crew, and stares at the camera for a brief moment. With a smirk, she shrugs it off, and stands so she can stretch out, before jumping into things.
Dona: Shooting. Well, hello there. Gimme a second or two will ya, fuckin hangovers, am I right?
Dona walks back and forth, in an attempt to get her bearings. Once she stops, she glares into the camera, a deep intensity to her gaze. A wicked grin creeps across The Toxic Knockout’s face, and it seems she's ready to say her peace.
Dona: Lesson not learned, I see. Well, Team Atari, I'd like to say that I'm surprised, disappointed even. But, no, I'm impressed. You survived the horror flick, you barely made it out of the woods, and yet. Well, here we are. But don't think, that because this is a sequel, and the cast has changed a little, that the outcome will be any different. The Slasher may not be on hand, but his Scream Queen is still very much present, and she is being joined by the equally terrifying Equinox. That spells doom in any genre, or medium out there. Just like your namesake, you're in danger, danger of becoming obsolete, and outdated.
Dona lets out a fit of maniacal laughter, her fingers instinctively clawing at her own face paint. Flecks of white begin to peel away, and expose the bare flesh underneath.
Dona: You two may put on an aerial war against two regular opponents, but we are anything but regular. You've seen what I can do, and we're adding The Human Highlight Reel to the mix here. You're chances of success have just dwindled. I mean let's face facts, you spread all of your assets to one very specific area. Not wise. Nox, and I, well we can strike wherever and whenever. Darkness will spread, and we represent its army. Team Atari, you will be in our wake, waves of darkness are about to come crashing down upon your heads.
Eddy Poe's Screan Queen reaches down next to the bench, and pulls half of the CW Republic Championship up for the camera to see. No words right away, as she lets the camera linger. Moments pass, and Dona places the title on her shoulder, and turns her attention back to the man filming her.
Dona: A war war fought, and fucking won, to get our hands on these. We dismantled The A-List, and drove Anders to the brink of madness. Not generally my style, but not the point. What I'm trying to say is, we fought through the supposed best. We're still here, and we're holding these belts now. So, don't think we're anything but ready. Come Walk of Fame, when that bell rings, you are going to be face to face with two very capable opponents. I seriously hope you're ready, because this match isn't just going to be fought in the ring. On the contrary, The Dark is everywhere, and this is a lesson we fully intend on teaching. But, hey, good luck out there Team Atari.
Rotten quickly reaches out for the camera and pulls it toward her. Dona's face is now almost pressed right into the lens, her coy smirk growing as she just stares.
Dona: You'll need as much as you can get. Because this is one game, you won't be getting a kill screen on, fellas.
Dona releases the camera, and gives a light nudge. She starts to walk away, but something catches her eye. She casually approaches the camera, and begins to frantically look it over, something was a miss.
Dona: For fucks sake man, you got a smudge on the lens.
Cameraman: That was all you Dona, don't twist this shit on me.
Dona: Look at the balls on this guy, I like that. Well played, now fucking clean that crap off. Unprofessional, jesus, man.
Dona gives a wink, and chuckles to herself as she gathers her stuff and heads off, down the beach, and the screen fades to black.
Cameraman: Dona, hey, get up.
A hand reaches into frame, and jostles Dona, attempting to wake her. Dona rolls the other way, and mutters towards the cameraman.
Dona: Fuck off Eddy, I'm trying to sleep here.
Cameraman: Dona, you're on, wake up.
Dona: I'm up, but you had better not be wearing any pants, because we are either fighting or we're…
Dona sits up on the bench, looking ready to throwdown. She sees it’s a a CW camera crew, and stares at the camera for a brief moment. With a smirk, she shrugs it off, and stands so she can stretch out, before jumping into things.
Dona: Shooting. Well, hello there. Gimme a second or two will ya, fuckin hangovers, am I right?
Dona walks back and forth, in an attempt to get her bearings. Once she stops, she glares into the camera, a deep intensity to her gaze. A wicked grin creeps across The Toxic Knockout’s face, and it seems she's ready to say her peace.
Dona: Lesson not learned, I see. Well, Team Atari, I'd like to say that I'm surprised, disappointed even. But, no, I'm impressed. You survived the horror flick, you barely made it out of the woods, and yet. Well, here we are. But don't think, that because this is a sequel, and the cast has changed a little, that the outcome will be any different. The Slasher may not be on hand, but his Scream Queen is still very much present, and she is being joined by the equally terrifying Equinox. That spells doom in any genre, or medium out there. Just like your namesake, you're in danger, danger of becoming obsolete, and outdated.
Dona lets out a fit of maniacal laughter, her fingers instinctively clawing at her own face paint. Flecks of white begin to peel away, and expose the bare flesh underneath.
Dona: You two may put on an aerial war against two regular opponents, but we are anything but regular. You've seen what I can do, and we're adding The Human Highlight Reel to the mix here. You're chances of success have just dwindled. I mean let's face facts, you spread all of your assets to one very specific area. Not wise. Nox, and I, well we can strike wherever and whenever. Darkness will spread, and we represent its army. Team Atari, you will be in our wake, waves of darkness are about to come crashing down upon your heads.
Eddy Poe's Screan Queen reaches down next to the bench, and pulls half of the CW Republic Championship up for the camera to see. No words right away, as she lets the camera linger. Moments pass, and Dona places the title on her shoulder, and turns her attention back to the man filming her.
Dona: A war war fought, and fucking won, to get our hands on these. We dismantled The A-List, and drove Anders to the brink of madness. Not generally my style, but not the point. What I'm trying to say is, we fought through the supposed best. We're still here, and we're holding these belts now. So, don't think we're anything but ready. Come Walk of Fame, when that bell rings, you are going to be face to face with two very capable opponents. I seriously hope you're ready, because this match isn't just going to be fought in the ring. On the contrary, The Dark is everywhere, and this is a lesson we fully intend on teaching. But, hey, good luck out there Team Atari.
Rotten quickly reaches out for the camera and pulls it toward her. Dona's face is now almost pressed right into the lens, her coy smirk growing as she just stares.
Dona: You'll need as much as you can get. Because this is one game, you won't be getting a kill screen on, fellas.
Dona releases the camera, and gives a light nudge. She starts to walk away, but something catches her eye. She casually approaches the camera, and begins to frantically look it over, something was a miss.
Dona: For fucks sake man, you got a smudge on the lens.
Cameraman: That was all you Dona, don't twist this shit on me.
Dona: Look at the balls on this guy, I like that. Well played, now fucking clean that crap off. Unprofessional, jesus, man.
Dona gives a wink, and chuckles to herself as she gathers her stuff and heads off, down the beach, and the screen fades to black.
