Post by Sabrina Knight on Nov 8, 2022 13:56:44 GMT
[Sabrina has always indulged herself in the finer things in life. It is all she has known ever since she was a child. Whether it be the mansion she grew up in with her parents, or the clothing she worn that the majority of the population would kill to have, or the best tutors in the nation helping her with schoolwork and ensuring she was a straight-A student, or the maids and nannies that would take care of her when her parents were away on business trips, she had it all. She was never lacking for anything, knowing that whatever she asked for, her parents would move heaven and earth in order for her to have. It was the same way when she told them that she wanted to become a professional wrestler, they spared no expense in getting the best trainers possible to help her in the private gym they constructed within their mansion. Day in and day out, she would train with them, honing her craft and making sure that she was in the best shape she possibly could be, because nothing but the best would be acceptable for her. It's the sort of person she is.
She doesn't plan on settling for anything less than first place and pushed herself to be that, knowing that the wrestling industry is one of the most competitive in the world. At least, that's what they told her. That's exactly what she wants though, as she feeds off competition. She feeds off the feeling that she is superior to others, whether it be in terms of her financial status or her talents in the ring. She wants people to know that she rules the roost and is the cream of the crop and the IIW gives her the perfect avenue to do just that. It doesn't matter to her who the competition is. Who stands in her way, because she knows that ultimately, she will reach the top and reign supreme, just as she is destined to. After all, she doesn't want to put her parent's finances and commitment to her to waste, nor does she plan on doing that.]
[Sabrina sits in her black leather seat inside of her mansion, in front of a mahogany table, looking down at a camera that her butler Charlie set up, with the express purpose of introducing herself to the IIW population before flying to them via her private jet. After all, they might need to know about the newest and if she's the one to tell you, hottest talent on their roster. Both in terms of anticipation and looks. Flashing a smile that is a hybrid of sincere and fake, she adjusts her body in the seat before clearing her throat.]
Sabrina: Hello there. If you don't know who I am... Well, you probably haven't been watching the news or keeping up with anything, but I'm Sabrina Knight. The hottest attraction to ever hit the IIW as well as the soon to be queen of wrestling.
[Her smile widens, as she lets out a soft laughter.]
Sabrina: I don't plan on settling for second best. I never have in my life and I'm not going to be starting now. That's one of the perks of being born into a family as wealthy as mine. Where others have to claw for what they have, picking up scraps and using that as a way to claim they are a fighter, I have been able to get the best treatment and the best trainers to help prepare me for this business. The five-star treatment that most would kill for. I know you would, don't lie.
[Her tone regal yet surprisingly grounded at the same time; she reclines back in her seat. Eyes focused only on the camera in front of her. Knowing that it is being broadcast to the world.]
Sabrina: That doesn't mean I'm afraid to get my hands dirty though, or that I plan on running. I might be a millionaire, but I intend on stepping into the ring just like the rest of you and proving why I am the best. Why I am every bit the top of the class when it comes to this sport. Why it is me who will be the one bathed in gold, ruling over the rest of you with her scepter. They say money can't buy success, but I'm living proof that not only can it buy success, but it does. I know it might hurt to hear that, but somebody had to tell you the truth at some point. Why is it that you think they say money makes the world go around? It's because if you want to be anything in life. If you want to be successful and have everything in the palms of your hands, you need money. It's how it has always been, and just because you work hard. Just because you believe your work ethic is enough to carry you, doesn't mean that is the case at all.
[Her expression turns stoic as her glare becomes more focused.]
Sabrina: For your forgetting something. You're making an assumption that money for me is an exchange for work ethic. That just because I have money, means that I'm not going to get my hands dirty. That I'll leave it to the maids to go the hard work or pay somebody to do it for me, when that isn't who I am. I can think of several things better to spend money on than wrestling, but what wrestling provides me with is competition. A chance to go out there and show you why I am the greatest thing to happen to this sport. Why I'm not just a pretty face or a rich bitch as you might call me. I am a fighter. A winner. A champion and why you'll just have to get used to seeing my face everywhere you look as I stare down at you. As I smile, having caused you to see there is so much more to me than meets the eye.
Sabrina: Don't worry sweeties. That will become obvious soon enough. I promise. The night I walk down that ramp for the first time, you will be able to say you saw the birth of a star. The first appearance of the woman who has one thing and one thing only on her mind. Taking over this industry. You won't want to be the person who said they missed this occurring, so do whatever you need to in order to make sure your eyes are on me. That is where they should be.
[She allows the word to see her body with the smile she holds across her face. One that a model would be proud of and made for billboards if anyone was to take a screenshot of it. Though Sabrina would one hundred percent expect a royalty check.]
Sabrina: There is nobody else on the roster who offers what I do. It doesn't matter who you are, just know: your spot. Your glory is about to become mine, even if that means I have to pry it from your cold, dead hands. I won't hesitate to, but for your own sake... I hope I don't have to go that far.
[It is then that her attention is finally diverted. Sensing that her long time butler/father's friend, Charlie Wallace is staring over her right shoulder, attempting to get her attention.]
Sabrina: What is it, Charlie? You know not to interrupt me when I'm talking to the adoring audience. It better be worth it.
Charlie: Oh, it is.
[Sabrina looks at him, the lack of patience evident in her eyes.]
Sabrina: Then spit it out. Time is being wasted here and you know how I feel about waste.
[Apprehensive, Charlie manages to coax himself to give her a response.]
Charlie: The private jet is ready to go.
Sabrina: Is it clean? As in, not a speck of dirt?
[Charlie nods in the affirmative. Sabrina's father had ensured that the best cleaning crew in the area had inspected it and cleaned from top to bottom.]
Charlie: Yes ma'am. Just as you requested.
Sabrina: Good. Keep it that way before I get there Wednesday morning, and don't mess this up.
Charlie: Yes ma'am.
Sabrina: Now go.
[Turning, Charlie dejectedly walks off. He doesn't like Sabrina or her dismissive attitude of his help at all but does it as a favor to her father. Somebody he has known for fifteen years and is almost the opposite to his daughter, aside from their shared business sense. Plus, the pay is keeping him afloat.]
Sabrina: Sorry about that. He could have waited until we weren't recording but at least the jet is ready. Now, where was I?
[She strokes her jawline, recalling what she had previously said.]
Sabrina: If it does get to that point where I have to kill you myself... the blood won't be on my hands. It'll be on your own. Remember, I have the capability with a snap of a finger to make anything... disappear.
{Snapping her fingers, the heiress laughs.]
Sabrina: Just like that. Anyway, I think I've said all I need to, so I'll be off. Time is money and I don't like to waste it. Adios.
[Blowing a kiss into the camera, she stands and saunters anti-clockwise around the table before pressing the "end recording" button on the camera herself, plunging everything into darkness.]