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| The Immortal, the Witch, and the Voodoo Box; Complete with biblical references. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 5 2005, 07:39 PM (46 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Mar 5 2005, 07:39 PM Post #1 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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We open up in the posh Mexican hotel room, Sam buzzing around her quarters, packing up a few things into a duffel bag. She turns to leave and looks perplexed. Sam: What're you doing here? Tier: I came to speak with you. Sam: Um... about what? Sam steps out of the way and Tier enters, slowly pacing his way to the bathroom door, which he leans against. Tier: Bill has left already, yes? Sam: Yeah, he just left a few minutes ago. Tier nods. Tier: Sam, have you noticed FIW... declining lately? Sam shrugs. Sam: I don't really pay that much attention to things that don't involve me. Tier: As I once did. I assure you, it pays to know your surroundings. Regardless, the Dual Crown contenders are a mess, idiots like Elrick and Brad Johnson recieving shots they never honestly earned, the title being passed around among FIW's highest draws and Madison's favorites instead of the most talented wrestlers... things are in need of... repair. Wouldn't you agree? Sam: Yeah, Elrick's DC title shot DID piss me off. If he can't beat me, why would he be able to beat anyone else? But... yeah, anyway, I would say I agree. Tier: Would you also agree that personal vendettas are a poor reason to keep deserving talent jerking curtains and off the roster entirely? Sam nods, very much in accordance. Sam: Yeah. Tier: Excellent. Sam, you do watch wrestling, do you not? Sam: Yeah, a little bit. Whenever I can. Tier: Is it more interesting to see the same thing, week-in and week-out, from one match to another? Or would you say that variety spices the industry as much as it does life? Sam: You sound like a car salesman. Tier: I don't think I could sell you a better car than you have now. Sam: Eh, yeah. The spice thing, that's good. Variety. Tier: Indeed. Sam, tell me... what are your personal feelings on Kennedy, Swytch, Madison, and Wi-- ... Chris Maclay? Sam: You almost called him Wiggum, didn't you? Tier: I would have, if I had known you were aware of his name. Sam nods and clears her throat. Sam: I did a little bit of research on you and I noticed you calling him "Wiggum". But anyhow, I was... Kennedy's kind of a bitch. I don't like her. But I've got no real... feelings on a lot of them. Madison's a little stuck up... Madison's a LOT stuck up. But... I dunno. She shrugs. Tier nods. Tier: You're unaware of their pasts... more devil than I, the lot of them. Wiggum merely annoys me because he won't just lay down and die... but the rest are pretentions, self-absorbed, conniving and deceitful. Except Swytch, of course. Swytch is a confused child... I hope he sees his path laid out before him. For his sake. Sam kinda nods, understanding. There's a space of silence where Sam plays with the zipper on her duffel, and Tier finally speaks again. Tier: I'm modifying your training a bit. Your physical training. We're going to work on your resistance to punishment. And I don't mean your personal stamina and endurance. Those are fine for your size and style. Your pain tolerence, though buffered, is low when caught off-guard. And in this business, more often than not you don't see it coming. Sam: Hm. And I thought I had a pretty high pain tolerance. Tier: There's a chance I may be underestimating you. Consider tonight a test, if you will. Bring your medical supplies. You will have cuts to tend to. Sam: Um... all right. Tier nods and pushes off the wall, exiting the room. Sam: Oh! Wait! Tier stops and turns his head, eyebrow raised, to view her. Tier: Yes? Sam: I put together all my voodoo things in a box, and I figured I'd just hand them over to you, since you seem to think my will is weak, and if I take care of the temptation, you're not going to have to worry about me. Sam moves into the bed part of the room and retrieves a cardboard box. She hands it to Tier. Sam: It's all here. Except for a few candles, but those aren't a problem. Tier takes the box. Tier: Admirable. He smiles and pats it. Tier: If there's anything in here I decide you can keep, I'll return it to you. Sam nods. Sam: The only thing I'd like to keep but didn't figure you'd want me to have is the knife, and that's just because I've had it forever. It was my protection in high school after... yeah. Tier: I will keep it for a while. When you've learned to protect yourself without it, you may have it back. He taps his temple. Tier: Psychologically speaking, of course. Sam gives him a thinky look. Sam: You're gonna pin me again, aren't you? Tier: Not if you don't make me. Sam: Really? 'Cuz I figured you'd want me to get over the whole "pin me to the wall and I'm gonna fuck you up" thing. Tier: In due time. Baby steps, Samantha. Baby steps. Sam: You're the only one that calls me that. Even my family doesn't call me Samantha. Tier: Is it any wonder your family holds nothing over you? Sam looks confused, and Tier smiles. A genuine smile. Tier: Names hold power, Sam. Familiarity breeds contempt. Without structure, everything goes to hell. He taps the side of his nose knowingly and turns to make his way out again. Tier: I will see you within the hour. Sam looks as though she'd like to continue speaking with him, but lets him go. The scene fades on Sam's intrigued face. |
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