Post by .PAAK on Aug 28, 2015 16:06:30 GMT -6
OOC: I guess you could call it an “Aftershow” video. It’s not intended to rile anyone up. Mostly it’s just to sell what happened, and for my to play around with some formatting stuffs. Please enjoy.
As the camera slowly faded in, an imagine of Scarlet Flint Appeared on the screen. More so, the shot revealed her face and upper body. The hue of the footage is black and pale green, the effect of the camera’s night-vision lenses.
There was a blank stare on Scarlet’s face. She gazed off at something far in the distance. Whatever the object was it clearly puzzled the tiny woman; her face was indication of that fact.
The camera rested on her image for a few moments; Scarlet gaze remained on the object. It was as if she was oblivious of the camera’s presence. About thirty seconds later, a single word escaped from her lips. “Veni.” Her voice was small; her voice was fleeting. She ran her fingers through her hair and let out an audible sigh. “Vidi.” That second word was a bit louder, and made with some authority.
Suddenly, her head whipped around and faced the camera. Scarlet stared deeply into the lense for a few moments. After a bit, her tried and true smirk appeared.
“Vici!”
She felt a hearty laugh coming. However, she suppressed the feeling. After all, she had a message to deliver.
“Zakk Morris said the spotlight was going to be on him last week. It sure was. The spotlight shined bright on him as he clutched his injured knee.” She wanted to laugh so bad, but she knew she couldn’t. “Zakk, you thought you were better than. You thought you were on a higher ‘level’ than me, didn’t ya’? You said my video made me look like a fool, like a baffon. Why? Because I said triple-threat instead of a ‘four-way?’ Is that it?
“Here’s some undeniable facts Zakk, there was only ONE person standing tall at the end of that Breakthrough match, and it wasn’t you.” Scarlet nodded her head. “Oh, and what was it that you said, hmm? What was that dumbass sentence that came out of your mouth?”
A voiceover from Zakk Morris’ video began to play.
If someone truly beats me fair and square. With no added bullshit then sure I’ll say that person is better than me but that hasn’t happened yet…
“Aint that shit just happen, Zakk? Oh, yeah, it did. You lost, you were beaten, you were bested. So, there next time we are in the same building, I expect you to kneel down and kiss my feet in apology and reverence.
“It’s the only way a scrub like you will know his place.”
At that moment, she vaguely remembered another line from his video, something about “burying” her. Zakk shovel must have been one of those kiddie snow-shovels, she thought to herself.
“Next.”
A voiceover from Stacy Jones’ video begin to play.
“I proved that I could hang with the best of the best at Heatstroke in the Six Visions of Pain match! I defeated my ex-husband who is a former five-time World Heavyweight Champion and a three-time Hall of Famer!”
“So, you could hang with the ‘big dogs,’ but you couldn’t defeated lil’ old Flinty here? How about that yo.” She knew there was no need to dig in deeper with Stacy. The damage to her head (and possible her pride) had occurred in the ring. “You’re lucky Stacy, oh so very lucky. Cause, I’ve got one last person to address. If I had more time, I’d surely get into that booty even further.”
A smile came to her face; it was time for the main course. “Tyler Storm, congrats on your ‘win.’ Do you feel special? Do you feel accomplished? You shouldn't. Tyler, you don’t get a cookie for beating fools that your are supposed to beat. It was pretty clear that you were going to going to walk away with that match with the belt―
“And that is exactly why I waited until after your match to make my presence felt. Ace? That fool is out of the picture now. You and me―that’s where the money’s that. You and me―that’s where the ratings are at.
“Maybe people will finally realize that!” She shook her head lightly. “And if they don’t, well shit, then another attack or two might be in order. Perhaps it will be on you, perhaps it will be on the ones you love, or...maybe it will be Owen.” She lifted a finger. “Do tell his fratboy ass to mind his place, because I have no fucking problem making him a casualty of war.
“Owen won’t stop me, Tyler. Owen can’t stop me. I’m unstoppable―
“And I’m coming for you Tyler. Soon, very soon.”
Her smirk returned for a few moments. Then, that laugh that she suppressed bubbled up again. This time, she gave in.
“Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
The camera’s video feed abruptly shut off.
END
