Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 0:00:01 GMT -8
Samantha Tolson looked around the large, violent structure known as the Elimination Chamber, running her fingers over the links of chain that comprised the sides.
"You know, there's been talk of demons, of questions, of former lovers seeking vengeance...but very few of that talk has truly centered around the one thing that's most important."
"The Heritage Championship."
"Now, for some, I'd imagine there's some anger or frustration that in my first match in CW, I have a chance to walk out of it wearing a rather prestigious championship around my waist. Let me assure everyone that while I did not ask for this opportunity when I signed my contract, I most certainly will not turn it away because some people don't think I deserve this."
"What I will do, however, is shock the entire world, and the locker room of CW, by enduring the punishment that will come in this match and become the next Heritage Champion."
"Eddy Poe is someone I consider a friend. But he's also someone I know that when the bell rings, he'll give no quarter. Best thing about Eddy is that he'll also expect none, so to you my friend, I wish you good health. You're going to bring the big fight, and you know I will as well."
Samantha continues along the outside of the Chamber, not taking her eyes off it as she speaks, her hands still touching the chains and the outsides of a pod as she reaches the corner.
"Gemma Woods answered a lot of questions, and her match with Equinox was an impressive showing. But she has yet another question to answer inside this device. Can she withstand the onslaught of five people and win? We shall see. But a word of warning...I know you hold a certain respect for me. And it's very much appreciated. But when the bell rings, and we stand face to face, that will, I promise you, will be the furthest thing from my mind. The one thing I will be thinking is how best to eliminate you quickly, and I would expect the same exact thing of you."
"Speaking of Michael...I heard your words, Equinox. Funny how you enjoyed every moment we were together, but now, because of your illogical defense of the wretched company in which you had your greatest success, you've not only changed the narrative of what was once between us, but have also completely rewritten history. History is not yours to change, Michael. And the supposed vengeance you seek against me is going to be your undoing. Your eyes are already off the prize, and it's going to be quite the sight to see you fall before my, or someone else's, feet...broken, beaten, and dismissed like the whelp and never-was that you are."
Samantha smirks devilishly, licking her lips as she stops, looking up at the top of the structure.
"Anatoly Ravil, for me at least, you are the wildcard in these proceedings. You're big, but you're not a plodding behemoth. You have a bit of agility to your movements, a sense of timing and spacing that I can appreciate. But there's also a certain challenge I have for myself when it comes to people your size, one that no one I've faced has been able to deny me yet. And that's to suplex anyone and everyone I face."
"And before you try to tell me that I cannot do just that, you may want to consult the other large beast of a man in this match, Max Danger. He's fallen victim to one of my suplexes before as well during our time together in Mexico."
"Which brings me to you, Max. My big, beautiful and dangerous friend."
Samantha slowly begins to climb the outside of the Chamber, working her way up the side and eventually to the very top of the demonic torture device. She stands on top of it defiantly.
"You're going to do what the rest will, and come after me first. You'll want to eliminate me as soon as possible as well."
"And I'm at peace with that, because me?"
"I know without a shadow of a doubt, I'm the biggest threat in the match."
"But whatever you all try, it's not going to be enough."
"Because I will take the false narratives each of you has faith in, and turn them into the one thing all five of you know, but refuse to speak about."
"The True Outcome."
"And that is me, becoming the new CW Heritage Champion."
Samanths grinned evilly, looking as best she could into the camera.
"Almost time. Can you feel it? I can."
"Time to do what I do better than anyone else."
"Release. The. Panic."
The camera slowly draws up closer and closer, focusing on the smile on Samantha's face before fading to black.
"You know, there's been talk of demons, of questions, of former lovers seeking vengeance...but very few of that talk has truly centered around the one thing that's most important."
"The Heritage Championship."
"Now, for some, I'd imagine there's some anger or frustration that in my first match in CW, I have a chance to walk out of it wearing a rather prestigious championship around my waist. Let me assure everyone that while I did not ask for this opportunity when I signed my contract, I most certainly will not turn it away because some people don't think I deserve this."
"What I will do, however, is shock the entire world, and the locker room of CW, by enduring the punishment that will come in this match and become the next Heritage Champion."
"Eddy Poe is someone I consider a friend. But he's also someone I know that when the bell rings, he'll give no quarter. Best thing about Eddy is that he'll also expect none, so to you my friend, I wish you good health. You're going to bring the big fight, and you know I will as well."
Samantha continues along the outside of the Chamber, not taking her eyes off it as she speaks, her hands still touching the chains and the outsides of a pod as she reaches the corner.
"Gemma Woods answered a lot of questions, and her match with Equinox was an impressive showing. But she has yet another question to answer inside this device. Can she withstand the onslaught of five people and win? We shall see. But a word of warning...I know you hold a certain respect for me. And it's very much appreciated. But when the bell rings, and we stand face to face, that will, I promise you, will be the furthest thing from my mind. The one thing I will be thinking is how best to eliminate you quickly, and I would expect the same exact thing of you."
"Speaking of Michael...I heard your words, Equinox. Funny how you enjoyed every moment we were together, but now, because of your illogical defense of the wretched company in which you had your greatest success, you've not only changed the narrative of what was once between us, but have also completely rewritten history. History is not yours to change, Michael. And the supposed vengeance you seek against me is going to be your undoing. Your eyes are already off the prize, and it's going to be quite the sight to see you fall before my, or someone else's, feet...broken, beaten, and dismissed like the whelp and never-was that you are."
Samantha smirks devilishly, licking her lips as she stops, looking up at the top of the structure.
"Anatoly Ravil, for me at least, you are the wildcard in these proceedings. You're big, but you're not a plodding behemoth. You have a bit of agility to your movements, a sense of timing and spacing that I can appreciate. But there's also a certain challenge I have for myself when it comes to people your size, one that no one I've faced has been able to deny me yet. And that's to suplex anyone and everyone I face."
"And before you try to tell me that I cannot do just that, you may want to consult the other large beast of a man in this match, Max Danger. He's fallen victim to one of my suplexes before as well during our time together in Mexico."
"Which brings me to you, Max. My big, beautiful and dangerous friend."
Samantha slowly begins to climb the outside of the Chamber, working her way up the side and eventually to the very top of the demonic torture device. She stands on top of it defiantly.
"You're going to do what the rest will, and come after me first. You'll want to eliminate me as soon as possible as well."
"And I'm at peace with that, because me?"
"I know without a shadow of a doubt, I'm the biggest threat in the match."
"But whatever you all try, it's not going to be enough."
"Because I will take the false narratives each of you has faith in, and turn them into the one thing all five of you know, but refuse to speak about."
"The True Outcome."
"And that is me, becoming the new CW Heritage Champion."
Samanths grinned evilly, looking as best she could into the camera.
"Almost time. Can you feel it? I can."
"Time to do what I do better than anyone else."
"Release. The. Panic."
The camera slowly draws up closer and closer, focusing on the smile on Samantha's face before fading to black.
