Solace Tatum
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"Don't Take It Personal..."
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Post by Solace Tatum on Dec 31, 2021 19:18:08 GMT
NO RULES. UNLEASH THE BEAST.
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Post by jamieriott on Jan 20, 2022 17:15:02 GMT
Jamie Riott's music hits as she makes her way through the curtain to a chorus of boos. She smiles then blows kisses as the boos intensify. She walks down the ramp, climbs the ring steps then wipes her feet. She looks around the arena drinking in the hate then steps through the middle rope. She calls for a microphone.
Jamie - Man it looks like a fucking ghost town back there. Is it some kind of holiday or something here in the UK I don't know about. We just came off a long ass break and not a fucking thing is happening here. When I joined First Class I was told it was the superior brand of IIW. Well the lie detector determined that was a fucking lie. I just walked the whole backstage area and I didn't see a single person. All I saw was a tumbleweed blow by strangely enough. Wow for no limits everyone seems awfully scared to show up. I would have guessed we would have seen far more effort from the ladies of first class but I guess I was wrong. I don't know what I was thinking. We are still a fre days away from the show. Everyone here LOVESSSSSS waiting till the last minutes so they can get that edge on their opponents. Fucking cowards if you ask me. Less than a week away from the show it shouldn't look like a ghost town back there. Actually I bet a ghost town would have more activity than the FC locker room does. I was hoping to at least run into Zoe the Huntress and get a look at her before our match. I don't know a thing about her and can't find anything online. Aside from her name sounding like a full on Spiderman villain reject she is a damn ghost. Zoe I got no real issues with you just know I'm going to rip your head off this weekend. I'm going to walk down the ramp, get into the ring and do what I do best. Inflict a serious amount of pain.
The fans Boo Jamie once more.
Jamie - Like I give a shit what you clowns think of me. I'm the only one with guts to come out here and go first. Look at me cutting a promo from inside of a wrestling ring. I hope that's not frowned upon here. Never something I thought I would need to worry about yet here we are. I will go first and give my opponent fuel. I'm not scared of anything Zoe will say. She may need to play the waiting game because she lacks originality and intensity but I don’t. I'm a God damn wrestler who loves what I do and will always be the first to promo. It's so funny to me how many people here in FC don't get that. How many of them play this waiting game and act as ghosts because they are nervous of what will be said. "OH I NEED TO BE THE GO HOME PROMO." "OH I NEED THE FUEL FROM MY OPPONENT SO I HAVE SOMETHING MEANINGFUL TO SAY." This whole brand is an embarrassment to the sport I love. There I said it and anyone that feels otherwise please fight me. I know you won't because it is not 6 hours before the show airs so suck it. You know speaking of ghost towns and people with no heads. That reminds me of a ghost story from when I was a kid. Since you all love telling stories here I'm going to tell it to everyone.
Jamie sits down Indian style in the middle of the ring. She grabs a brown leather sack from her jacket pocket and reaches into it.
Jamie - Submitted for the approval of The Midnight Society, I call this story the velvet ribbon.
Jamie throws a handful of white powder (possibly anthrax at the camera) the lights in the arena go off as a single spotlight shines on Jamie.
She was beautiful in a strange, mysterious way. Her hair and her deep bottomless eyes were as black as the velvet ribbon around her neck. He planned to marry her before the next full moon rose in the autumn sky.
At their wedding, he watched her walk towards him up the long aisle. She was dressed in a white gown, a white veil, and carried a bouquet of white flowers. Even her face was ivory white. But below it, around the ivory neck, was the black velvet ribbon. He remembered staring at that ribbon as the strains of the wedding march brought his bride nearer to him. He remembered the curious and shocked looks on the faces of the wedding guests. But then his eyes met hers, and he was drowning in their bottomless darkness.
He didn't think of the velvet ribbon during the rest of his wedding day. It was a joyous time, and if people thought his wife was a bit strange, they kept that to themselves. That night, when they were alone, he saw that the ribbon was still there, still circling her lovely neck."Don't you ever take that ribbon from around your neck?" he asked, hoping his question was a needless one.
You'll be sorry if I do," his wife answered, "so I won't."
Her answer disturbed him, but he did not question her further. There was plenty of time for her to change her ways.
Their life together fell into a pleasant pattern. They were happy, as most newly married couples are. He found her to be a perfect wife... well, nearly perfect. Although she had a great number of dresses and wore a different one every day, she never changed the black velvet ribbon. This ribbon began to be the test of their marriage. When he looked at her, his eyes would inevitably fall to her neck. When he kissed her, he could feel the ribbon tightening around his own throat.
"Won't you please take that ribbon from around your neck?" he asked her time and time again.
"You'll be sorry if I do, so I won't." This was always her answer. At first it teased him. Then it began to grate on his nerves. Now it was beginning to infuriate him.
"You'll be sorry if I do."
"You'll be sorry if I do."
One day he tried to pull the ribbon off after she had repeated her answer, like a mechanical doll. It wouldn't come loose from her neck. He realized then, for the first time, that the ribbon had no beginning and no end. It circled her neck like a band of steel. He had drawn back from her in disgust that day. Things weren't the same with them after that.
At the breakfast table, the black ribbon seemed to mock him as he drank his suddenly bitter coffee. In the afternoon, outisde, the ribbon made a funeral out of the sunlight. But it was at night when it bothered him the most. He knew he could live with it no longer.
"Either take that ribbon off, or I will," he said one night to his wife of only four weeks.
"You'll be sorry if I do, so I won't." She smiled at him, and then fell off to sleep.
But he did not sleep. He lay there, staring at the hated ribbon. He had meant what he said. If she would not take off the ribbon, he would.
As she lay sleeping and unsuspecting, he crept out of bed and over to her sewing box. He had seen a small, sharp scissors she kept there. It was thin enough, he knew, to slip between the velvet ribbon and her soft neck. Gripping the scissors in his trembling hands, he walked softly back to the bed. He came up to where she lay and stood over her. Her head was thrown back on the pillow, and her throat with the black velvet ribbon around it rose ever so slightly with her breathing.
He bent down, and with one swift movement, he forced the thin blade of the scissors under the ribbon. Then with a quick, triumphant snip, he severed the ribbon that had come between them.
The black velvet ribbon fell away from his wife's neck....her head rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thump. She was muttering, "You'll be sorry, you'll be sorry......."
The arena is dead silent. Jamie stands up as the arena lights come back on.
Jamie - Scary shit right. That's what's going to happen to you Huntress. Your head is going to leave your body because I will rip it off. I have no beef with you Zoe like I said but I find it funny we haven't heard from you. Being the new girl in town I would have expected you to come out hot and heavy. I would have thought you would want to come in with a bang and show us all what you got but not like everyone else you're a coward. I don't know why I thought you could be different but I have hopes. That's on me though for thinking anyone here in first class is a worthy opponent. No limits, no rules, no bullshit right? Yet here we are knee deep in the bullshit. I don't care about your feelings. I don't care what you think of me. I don't care about you Zoe or anyone else in that locker room. I'm here to wrestle and that's exactly what I plan on doing. For someone that refers to themselves as The Huntress you have done absolutely no hunting at all. In fact if anything you're lying in wait like prey bitch. I'm the hunter not you Zoe. See you in the ring.
Jamie drops the microphone and makes her way up the ramp in silence. She turns with a sick smile on her face then exits the entrance way through the curtain as the scene fades to black.
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