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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 27, 2021 15:17:29 GMT
QOTR - Solace vs Anya
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Solace Tatum
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"Don't Take It Personal..."
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Post by Solace Tatum on Jun 27, 2021 23:50:45 GMT
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Solace Tatum
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"Don't Take It Personal..."
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Post by Solace Tatum on Jul 5, 2021 15:52:55 GMT
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Post by Anya Sharapova on Jul 5, 2021 21:13:07 GMT
Nobody would know, nobody would ever find out. Not now, especially after getting off her final flight and taking her first few steps in the land of opportunity; The United States of America. Nikola and his death was a thing of a past, as was dealing with his gang of hitmen, mercenaries, and drug-runners. After getting nifty with fraud and using Nikola’s credit card for the assets she needed to make it to her new homeland, Anya now had the opportunity and freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted with her. If she wanted to make a name for herself and become the public figure she truly believed she was destined to be, then she could very well do that with the right amount of time and dedication. Two things were standing in her way, still. First things first, Anya needed a place of residence. Long gone were the short-lived 42 hours of using a dead man’s money. She needed her own cash, or at least somebody that would be willing to help her get onto her feet for a while. Until she was ready to pay her end of the bills, that was. Then, there was her mother, who she had fallen out with a couple years prior. It was a rocky situation, one that was triggered by something as petty as not wanting to allow her “little girl” to grow up and make her way out of the nest. The overprotective personality of Anya’s mother caused the complete opposite effect. It sparked rebellion inside of the cunning, dangerous blonde. The thrill of having absolutely no clue where she was going lit up a fire inside of her. It was exciting, a new thing for her to conquer. She promised herself that she would be making the most of it. Because, there was only one place suitable for someone like Anya, which was the top. No matter how many missteps and failures will be needed for her to get there. She hailed a cab with some spare change she had of her own, and drew a cigarette to the driver’s dismay. She was headed to meet with someone she contacted on an app called “Craigslist”, who was looking for a roommate. They knew of her financial situation and were willing to give her a few months to get herself together before throwing her to the wolves. It sounded generous on paper, but probably wouldn’t be so much if the dream she is chasing fails.
--- FOUR MONTHS LATER ---
She did it. She got signed to her first wrestling company, and Anya could not have been happier. Everything seemed to be looking up. Training was paying off, as she was a fast learner. Anya found herself infatuated with the art of technical abilities. She was someone who liked to do things the old-fashioned way, and get down to the nitty gritty. It was the style that fit her best, so that was the path she went down. Perhaps, the IIW took interest in that as well, since she was assigned to the First Class roster after only a few months of working the independent circuit. The money she was making working those smaller shows was chump change in comparison to what the IIW was offering her. It wasn’t the most lucrative contract ever, but it was more than sufficient enough.
“A promo. They want me to send in a promo for my debut match against a woman that goes my Solace Tatum. That’s an interesting name, and she’s an interesting woman. I learned some basic facts about her, but that’s it… I’m going to be honest; I’m a selective reader, Thomas. I get bored when things aren’t about me. I could not sit there and read everything about her. Would rather die,” Anya said, setting up her webcam in preparation to filming the promo. She had a cheap little set-up behind her. A red curtain with the Russian flag as a fixture to her right.
It looked pretty good on camera, thanks to the saving grace of lighting. She turned to Thomas again, who was too busy flipping through a pro wrestling magazine to pay attention to what Anya was doing. She snapped her fingers and was able to capture his attention.
“If you’re so into wrestling, why didn’t you do the indies with me? Anyway, I need some tips. My American accent is pretty good, as you can tell right now… I’m using it. Russian accent; use it, or a no-go? I don’t know if it’ll be too hard for people to understand me,” she asked, hoping for a second opinion on the matter.
“Uh… I mean the accent helps you stand out. You hide it everywhere else for that reason. But, in wrestling? That’s a gift. I think that you should use it,” he answered, then turning his focus back to the magazine that he was reading.
“Right. Keep the page-turning quiet, doofus. I’m about to start filming in 3…2...1…”
Then, she hit record. Her expression immediately changed, a confident smile sprawling over her face. The red lipstick she wore enhanced this; it almost made it appear menacing, like she was out for blood and would not let anyone get in her way. This was sort of true, to a much less violent degree.
“You think you know me, to call me cliché, Solace. I find that to be adorable. I suppose that you’re someone that thinks she knows it all no matter the situation. But, I’m here to tell you that you don’t know the first thing about me. What I had to go through to even get to the main stage. My main stage. I’m not the “Queen Bee” just because I say that I am. No, no, no. That title comes from a life of struggle, and fighting my way through it all the way to the top. I don’t care if you mean what you say lighthearted, because this is no laughing matter. The color red is symbolic to my country, and your bloodshed will fill and amulet, just the same. It will be a symbol and tribute to the country that made me as tough as I am today. So, proceed with mentioning my past. I know it scares you more than you are letting on.
Oh, and you’re very funny for that little segment you did on your live the other day. I didn’t watch it, because I could not care less about how you spend your days. I had a friend fill me in on the stunt, and that is how I retained this information. I appreciate you going shopping for me. I will not need a casket any time soon, but I would love to make a purchase for the one you’ll be in need of. Not any of the ones there… no. You know, I think I’ll commission someone to just make a cheap one out of some leftover firewood. That’s the kind of casket that is suited to someone beneath me. Someone who thinks they have it all in the bag, just because they wrestled overseas. I’ve shot guns and fended myself from ruthless and heartless thugs overseas. I don’t give a damn about your pedigree. So, it is on at First Class. You say you’re putting a nail in the coffin. I’m dropping a bomb on your career.”
The video was finished being recorded, and Thomas stood to give Anya a round of applause. She turned to the left in her swivel chair to face him, bowing to his cheerful response. She seemed to be proud of herself… she just wasn’t sure if it was enough to be impressive. Quickly sending the promo off to the editing team to be touched up and finalized, Anya stood up and dusted herself off.
“God, I sounded so Russian. Your advice better pay off.”
“Better than sounding so valley girl. Why did that have to be the accent you picked up?”
“Shut up.”
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