Post by .PAAK on Aug 11, 2015 4:59:21 GMT -6
The following video was time-stamped on August 5th. Due to its nature, it was not able to be "unofficially aired" on the VoW website. However, one copy was sent to VoW board. The only other copy remains on Scarlet's MacBook Pro.
Time: 3:37 A.M.
Date: August 5th, 2015
“There is no shame in losing, as long as you fought your heart out.” “Even the best wrestlers lose matches.” Those were common phrases used by wrestlers. Each phrase contained a matter of truth, that much is certain. However, those phrases were often uttered to justify a loss.
Scarlet didn’t want to justify her loss at Heatstroke. She lost that night, because she wasn’t the better wrestler in that match―to her, that concept seemed simple.
However, late one night, Scarlet felt this sense of, “rage,” come over here. Said rage was not brought on by the loss itself. No―it was brought on by the comments made by two of the competitors.Their online video dropped significantly later than her, and she would have felt remiss to not address their sly comments
Said “rage” was heightened by the management’s booking. In actuality, there was probably nothing the matter with the company’s booking. However, in the past, she had caught wind of many inadequacies, as far as decisioning making goes. In her mind, Breakthrough Thirty-One’s main event was painstakingly incomplete, due to one glaring omission.
. . .
Scarlet sat outside her sister’s house, on the porch. It was 3:37 A.M. She should have been asleep, or, in the house at the very least. In New York, there were only two types of people up at that hour: young and middle aged professionals who attempted to drown out their sorrows, or impoverished people, who were too overwhelmed by their hardships and sorrows to drown them out.
Even though Scarlet and her sister lived in the nicer part of town, there were still some ruffians on her street. She watched them in silence as she sipped on a tall can of Raspberry Arizona Iced Tea.
She took one final sip; the last sweet drops dribbled on her tongue. In an instant, she squeezed the can. The thin metal contraption resembled something out of car crash. She admired the metal of a bit before she allowed it to drop to the base of the porch.
Scarlet closed her eyes for a moment. When they reopened, they were accompanied by a look repugnance. Her upper lip snarled just a bit, similar to how a ferocious dog’s would. She shifted a body a bit before she began to speak.
“What I’m gonna’ say should probably should have aired on Breakthrough Thirty. However, Ima’ say it right here; I don’t feel like being tied and constrained. Best believe, I’m going to use all the ‘four letter’ words that I deem necessary.” She smirked for a quick second. “So it begins in three...two...one…
“Tyler Storm, I want to, congratulate you. You see, I’m no ‘hater,’ I can give credit where credit is due. You won the fucking match, cheers and all that shit. But, I want to give you a warning; or, some might consider it a promise.
“I’m coming for you.
“I don’t give a good damn about your little title belt. That is not my purpose, nor my intent. I’m coming after you, because you think you fucking know me―but you have no idea. Mark my words Tyler―you and I aint alike, not by a long shot.
“Let me ask you something, do you think the punishment I delivered to you at Heatstroke was the full extent of my power? My savagery?
“I’m sure you fully remember the ache in your muscles, the perpetual throbbing pain that permeated throughout you body. You don’t have to lie to me, the fans, or yourself, Tyler. I know that shit hurt; regardless of how many dum, joyful ass tweets you sent out, you weren’t fooling anyone.
“Nonetheless, I want you to know that the next time I get my hands on you, it’s going to be ten times worse.
“Tyler, I have endured just about every type of pain you can imagine during my short stay on this planet. The next time we meet, I’m going to transfer all of that pain into you. I want you to feel every stinging blow that I’ve ever felt in my life…
“You think you know pain Tyler, but, you’ve never truly experienced it. Oh, but you will. It may not be not be at Breakthrough Thirty-Two, it may not be at Armed and Dangerous―hell, it may not even be until next year. Nonetheless, there will be a day when that match is announced, and when it is, I’ll rejoice.
“Over the past couple of days, I’ve had savage premonitions of driving my knee into your skull over and over and over…
“Those need to be brought into fruition―in due time, in due time.”
A breeze from the West blew in. Scarlet’s bare arms began to shiver a bit, unprotected due to the fact that she wore a black tank top. She rubbed her arms lightly, until she regained the feeling in them.
“Now it’s time for the motherfucking main course―Ace Watson. And, believe it or not, Ima’ keep this pretty short. Truth be told, I could go in on you for hours; this one time, I’m going to take it easy on you.” She growled a bit. “Ace, you aint nothing but a fuck-boy, but, you know that don’t you? You’ve always been a fuck-boy, haven’t you? I bet when you were born, the doctor, ya’ mama, and ya’ daddy all slapped you in the face; at that moment, I bet they all predicted how much of a dumbass you’d grow up to be.
“Do I really need to explain why I’m coming after you in particular?” She paused for a few seconds. “You’re a coward, Ace―you’re also a piece of trash. If it weren’t for the VoW Pity Committee, your ass wouldn’t have been in that match in the first place. You should have been slumming it on the pre-show with the rest of the company’s garbage.” She began to chuckle lightly. “And Ace, did you misconstrue my words? How very foolish of you. I said I wasn’t right in the head―I never said I was crazy.
“You see, a crazy person has no impression that his or her actions are wrong; or, in more severe cases, he or she can’t control them impulses.
“Oh No Ace, I’m not crazy―not one bit. What I want to do to you is well thought out and premeditated.
“Your beating will be even more ferocious that the one I administer to Tyler. Ace, I don’t just want to knock you out―that would be too easy, too shift. I want to give you the opportunity to saver the pain.” Scarlet reached down and grabbed something that was hidden behind the chair. It was a fork, a rusty one at that. “When you and I step into the ring, I’m going to drive this into your skull. I know, it’s a bit barbaric. I was introduced to the technique over in Japan―it does wonders tho’. I’m going to ram in straight into your forehead. The puncture is going to be so deep, that you won’t even bleed at first. The only thing you’ll feel in the first few moments is a deep shooting pain.
“Only after I pound your skull in a bit will the blood start flowing.” A wicked smile came to her face. “You fucked up the day you opened your mouth, you lil’ bitch.
“I’m going to give you some advice―protect ya’ neck. Perhaps protect ya’ girl’s neck too. I would hate for her to catch some of this stray ether.” She let out a small laugh. Scarlet sat the fork back down on the porch. “Now, a short message for VoW. Let me get dignified first.” She crossed her legs. “There we go.
“It was announced that on Breakthrough Thirty-One, the main event will feature the two clowns I mentioning. And know that my foot is out of their asses, I must ask―the fuck were y’all thinking?
“If I recall correctly, there were three people gunning for that case in the closing seconds of that ladder match: Tyler, Ace, and….wait, who was that last person? Shit, the name escapes me.” She placed her hand on her chin, as if she was in deep thought. “Oh, that’s right ―Scarlet ‘fucking’ Flint! Hey managment, that’s one huge omission, don’t ya’ think? And yo’, if I caught it, the rest of the wrestling world did too―food for fucking thought next time.
“This is the second damn time that Ace has failed, and yet, y’all have seen fit to reward him. Other people won’t say shit about it,but I’ll speak about it. Let me say this to all y’all on the board or whatever―you can’t make a wrestler successful. You’ve got to fight to be great this this business. The man has fumbled opportunities in the past, that much is clear. If he wants to be successful, he needs to get his head out his ass, or out of his girls, and get to work and earn his opportunities. Is that a difficult concept to grasp!? Shit!
“You all giving him handouts aint gonna’ do shit for his career. Because observant motherfuckers like me are going to pick up on the shit; and then, are are going to tear him apart!”
Scarlet unfolded her legs. She then let out a large sigh. “There’s no use complaining though, the ‘Pity Committee’ made its decision.
“There is only thing I can say about this upcoming Breakthrough. Stacy Jones, Zakk Morris—you two are fucking dead. But hey, don’t blame me―take your grievances up with management, bitches!”
END
OOC Note: Had I been in the correct mental capacity a couple of weeks ago, a segment similar to this one would have dropped on Breakthrough Thirty. However, I was not. So, I decided to put it in CD and tie it in with this upcoming match. This piece is intended to show Scarlet’s frustrations, which will (more than) likely by highlighted in future RPs (you caught glimpses of that frustration in this week’s RP as well). So, please enjoy.
OOC Note: Had I been in the correct mental capacity a couple of weeks ago, a segment similar to this one would have dropped on Breakthrough Thirty. However, I was not. So, I decided to put it in CD and tie it in with this upcoming match. This piece is intended to show Scarlet’s frustrations, which will (more than) likely by highlighted in future RPs (you caught glimpses of that frustration in this week’s RP as well). So, please enjoy.