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Ooohhhhhh this sucks, sucks, sucks!
Topic Started: Mar 7 2005, 03:43 AM (52 Views)
Tiff
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Scene opens on Sam, who is sitting on a park bench outside the arena. All that can be seen behind her is brick. She is wearing a dark red t-shit, a few scratches can be seen on her arms Tier had kept his word and tested her pain tolerance it seems. She looks no worse for wear though.

Sam: So many things have changed for me in the last few months. I started here a very angry person, I hated Bill and tortured him as much as I could with the poppet. We had our fued, finished it up and found ourselves dating not too long after that. Now I think we are falling in love…

Sam thinks on this for a second, a smile spreads across her face.

Sam: I found myself with a title, the best of the worst, as I like to say, but a title still. The week in week out matches with Elrick and Torrie are over, not ended exactly the way I would have chosen but ended none the less. For that I’m thankful.

Sam leans forward and rests her elbows on her knees.

Sam: I decided to pick a fight not too long ago with the infamous Tier, who has been employed by Bill to train him so that he’s better suited for his opponents. Tier of course won the fight, I wanted revenge on him badly enough to risk my safety to speak with Swytch. Though my desire to get even died with Bill’s strong words and a fear he would be mad at me.

Sam sighs, remembering how angry Bill had seemed to her.

Sam: I apologized and accepted Tier's offer to train me as well, I gave up my voodoo because he asked me to. Though after his visit with me I have the odd feeling I’m going to find myself a part of something larger than simple training. I’m not sure what yet…but I have a good idea…

An evil smile spreads across Sam’s face. She looks like she used to when she’d make voodoo dolls, all evil like.

Sam: This week I find myself in an interesting match, paired with Bill, both our titles on the line against two rather new and defiantly good people in our divisions. Lobo who is the holder of half the FSC and Samael…Oh Samael who thinks he can make a good intimating promo with a candle and a dark room.

Sam laughs, a dark rolling laugh.

Sam: Samael, you seem to have a few problems. First of all you keep calling the Openweight your title, but you see…

Sam holds up the belt.

Sam: It’s mine now. I’m not giving it up without a good fight, one you wont win.

Sam wiggles around and produces a small candle from one of her pockets then holds it in front of her for a second.

Sam: Now, I must address this promo of yours. For anyone else it would have been unnerving I’m sure, it was quite well done.

The candle lights, with out aide of anything we can see.

Sam: You either didn’t pay enough attention to me or you forgot a few things. But it works out in the end because you were right in thinking that I’m very much like a candle.

Sam blows on the candle as hard as she can, from a few different angles, then she blows softer and finally gives up.

Sam: I keep the flame going no matter what happens to it, much like how I keep going no matter what you do to me. Try to cover me? I’ll kick out and get back up to kick you out.

Sam places a hand flat over the candle and lets it sit for second then moves her hand away to show a still burning candle.

Sam: It’s not near as easy as you think it’s going to be.

The candle goes out again without any help, almost like it decided it was time to stop burning. Sam puts the candle back in her pocket and stands.

Sam: Like the flame on that candle, I’ll go out when I chose…nothing and no one will rush me.

Sam walks to the door of the arena and goes inside. The scene fades on the swinging door.
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