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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 31 2005, 11:52 PM (46 Views) | |
| Tiff | Jan 31 2005, 11:52 PM Post #1 |
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Scene opens on Sam sitting all curled up in her papasan chair smiling at the camera. Sam: From week to week we are supposed to find a camera and talk trash about our opponents, or let an interviewer find us and let them ask questions to which we normally respond with a variation of ‘their not good enough’. Sam takes a drink from her bottle of water that was resting in her lap. Sam: There comes a point, when you have wrestled the same people so many times that all you can do is repeat yourself. I hate repeating myself over and over, sounding like a broken record isn’t a goal of mine. I can’t count the number of times I’ve insulted Torrie and Elrick, said how bad they both are, how they don’t deserve my title, that Torrie’s incompetent and Elrick’s a pussy. I may not have used those exact words but I still said those things. Sam shifts in her chair so she’s leaning toward the camera a bit more. Sam: I’ve shown you all what I do here, in my dressing room in the dark. I’ve shown my wounds and what exactly they do. I have a small suitcase full of little doll like representations of everyone I’ve wrestled against…and in a few cases people I’ve wrestled with. Only one of the many I’ve made is missing and I lost that one in what’s been my only real loss to date. Sadly though, that one was my favorite. She takes a drink to hide that her smile got slightly bigger at the mention of that particular poppet. Sam: The match last week, you all remember it. Me versus Torrie, Elrick as the ref. After that match a cameraman caught me on my way back to my dressing room. It was rather dramatic, what with the lights going out as I passed under them, this time not coming right back on. Those lights never did come back on, and although she has not said anything to me I’m willing to bet that Madison isn’t too happy about that. Sam chuckles to herself and if we could see in her head we would see the Christmas party and Madison’s quick retreat after confronting Sam about the lights. Sam: Funny thing about that is, it’s a small trick. It’s a fluke of being me, nothing I do on purpose yet it manages to scare so many people. That trick is like me, in a way. Sam stands up, stretches then looks right back at the camera. Sam: I’m five foot, four inches tall I weigh 107 pounds. Torrie is five foot, six and weighs 120 pounds. Elrick is six foot, five and weighs 265 pounds. They are both bigger than I am, by enough that it matters. Yet I manage to beat them every single time we get in the ring together. Sam takes manages to sit back down and do it somewhat gracefully, which is much harder than you would think in one of those chairs. Sam: Shows that sometimes, small things are the best. Fade. |
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