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Actions Speak Louder Than Words; Sarah Twilight - Robin Tourney
Topic Started: Nov 9 2011, 08:34 PM (46 Views)
Sarah Twilight
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Mistress of Mischief
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(Our scene opens to the interior corridors of Stade de France, the location for the upcoming Revolt to be held this Sunday. As our cameras pan one of the corners, we see FIW's newest and perhaps nastiest star, Sarah Twilight. She turns the corner talking on her cell phone, ignoring the cameras in front of her. She is dressed in athletic gear, and was clearly working out recently.)

Sarah: Yeah Rach, I just finished up. Pathetic excuse for a training gym, but hell...it was better than having to actually look for a gym in this worthless country.

(She pauses for a moment and listens before again responding.)

Sarah: Alright, well I'll see you when I get back to the States.

(With that she hangs up her phone and continues on her way, duffle bag in hand. As she approaches she is intercepted by perhaps, FIW's most useless member of staff.)

"M..m...Miss?"

(Is muttered out as Jeff Noon clumsily staggers onto the scene. Sarah stops, and turns to see the pitiful man. She scowls at him with a sense of annoyance.)

Sarah: Who the hell are you, and what do you want?

Jeff: I'm Jeff Noon and uhm...well uhm, I am here to ask you a few question about well...uhm...this coming Sunday.

(Sarah rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. Obviously not in any mood for an interview. But, this guy was absolutely pathetic! I mean, she could walk all over him...and she intended to. She starts out by mocking the man outright.)

Sarah: Well uhm...hurry the fuck up then uhm. Uhm Uhm Uhm!

(Jeff lowers his head, feeling quite embarrassed already. He takes a deep breath and prepares to ask his questions.)

Jeff: Well, I...uh....I wanted to know....no wait uh....Well we uh....

(Sarah cuts him off immediately)

Sarah: Enough! Just shut up you stammering dipshit! Someone actually pays you to interview people?

(Sarah shakes her head at him in disgust. Jeff cowers off in the corner and from this point Sarah takes control of her own interview.)

Sarah: Last week, I put FIW on notice. I stepped into the ring with two men, and walked back out victorious...in a matter of seconds! Seconds...do you understand that? I didn't even break a sweat. Two "so-called" men, who thought that stepping into the ring with me would be a cakewalk. And it was....for me.

(She smirks ever so arrogantly, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face.)

Sarah: This week, I step into the ring again...with some kind of a "monster." So yeah, the guy is built...he's big, he's strong...but he's also very stupid. Very pathetic, and absolutely very much not on my level. (She chuckles a bit.) You would think that people would assume a guy as big as that would break me in half...but no. After what everyone witnessed last week, they don't even give this guy a chance in hell!

(Jeff, now mustering up some courage, moves forward and holds the microphone up for Sarah as she continues speaking.)

Sarah: Now I'm not going to tell you why I am going to beat Sanchez.....

(Sarah's eyes drift downward to look at the microphone being stuck in her face. She stops speaking and slowly moves her frightening gaze onto Jeff Noon. He immediately backs off.)

Sarah: If you stick that microphone in my face one more time....they are going to need to take x-rays of you to find it! Got it?

(Jeff nods his head and again slinks of into the corner. Sarah turns back to face the cameras and again continues to address Roberto Sanchez.)

Sarah: Now, as I was saying....I don't need to tell you why I will walk out of Revolt victorious once again. However, I will tell you exactly why Sanchez is going to lose.

(Sarah's face forms a twisted grin, the type that accompanies thoughts of pure evil. Would this be malicious? Perhaps, but whatever would be the case, she obviously was going to enjoy it. Her grin, her mischievous eyes, the were reminiscent of an almost sadistic euphoria. Every thought, every word, every action...all of them from this point on were something pleasurable. Sarah enjoyed causing pain and misery for others. She thrived on it, and to look at her, you'd know it for damn certain.)

Sarah: Sanchez...."hombre" or whatever it is you think you are. I don't care. The fact is, you're confused. What are you Mexican or something? Yet you walk around with some half-assed attempt at a new wave version of the Black Panthers. But the problem with that is....you're not black!

(Sarah shakes her head dismissively and laughs.)

Sarah: Oh, and quite impressive when you drag your sorry ass to the ring. What is that in the background? That music that hits when you walk out onto the stage for yet another disappointment? That's right...it's a pale white, Gothic rocker who preaches Satanism or some shit. And you ask, what does this have to do with our match?

(Sarah smirks, laughing quite a bit now as she was certainly prepared to tear Sanchez apart mentally before she would undoubtedly tear him apart physically.)

Sarah: It's quite simple...you have no direction whatsoever! You don't know whether you're coming or going. You have no idea of what it is that you want...you're a follower. You clearly are nothing more than a lackey for "Malcolm X" and his babbling idiocy. But you so desperately crave the notion that you are wanted....accepted, that you cling to anyone who will show you some attention. You are nothing more than a facade that never happened. The walls are all torn down and you have nothing left to shield you.

(Sarah's laughter ceases and she leans in closer to the camera now, becoming quite serious. Her emerald green eyes darken, and the ever-present smirk upon her face turns to more of a vicious scowl.)

Sarah: Let me tell you something Sanchez, I am and always have been a leader. I know exactly what it is that I want, and how to take it. I don't care about your past mistakes, or past failures. Because the only mistake that matters right here and right now is the mistake you are about to make by even showing up on Sunday! Just remember something and you remember it good.....

(Sarah pauses for a long moment as she continues to glare at the camera with an evil intensity that sums up her overall attitude towards her opponent.)

Sarah: You have no idea what to expect from me. You have no idea of what I am capable of. Perhaps I will embarrass you in a matter of mere seconds like I did to those two pathetic boys last week. Or perhaps.....perhaps I may take my time....and have you endure the agony, the despair, the misery. I could be capable of anything, but I prefer to do my talking inside of the ring, Sanchez. Because actions....

(Without any warning, Sarah turns and grabs a hold of Jeff Noon who was still standing there in the corner after his interview attempt had been hijacked. She Slams his head against the wall and his sinks down in the corner, holding his head. But she isn't finished! She now backs up a few steps and takes a running start, sending a hard snap kick right into the poor man's face! Noon lays there now, completely unconscious as Sarah casually turns back to the cameras as if nothing had even happened.)

Sarah: ... Speak oh so much louder than words!

(With that, Sarah shoves the camera out of her way. Our scene fades to black.)
Mistress of Mischief


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