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| I Am Not Impressed; Sarah - Robin Tourney RP #3 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 11 2011, 02:54 AM (43 Views) | |
| Sarah Twilight | Nov 11 2011, 02:54 AM Post #1 |
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Mistress of Mischief
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(Our scene opens to the interior of the Vendome Hotel in Saint Denis, France. We are inside of a luxurious penthouse suite. This majestic room is the temporary quarters for Sarah Twilight. She sits comfortably on the Italian leather sofa in the parlor of the suite and is chuckling quite heavily. After a few moments, she composes herself.) Sarah: Berto, I'll tell ya, you really know how to make a girl laugh! (Sarah shakes her head playfully and finally is able to remove the grin of amusement from her face.) Sarah: First you are disappointed, then angry, then you respect me, now you don't. At first you were talking about being the "Little Engine That Could" because gosh darn, you are just so determined! And now, you are going to...what was that "Fuck me sideways?" You are more confused than I initially thought! (Sarah folds her beautifully manicured hands together and leans forward. Obviously she is still quite amused, but manages not to continue laughing.) Sarah: So which is it "pendejo?" Are you supposed to be Bobby Bashful, who is just so darn disappointed, and wants to respect people and believe in something because Mamma Maria told him that he is to be religious and do Jesus' work....or are you supposed to now all of the sudden be Bobby Bad-Ass who decides to tell me how he's gonna fuck my world up and whatnot? Are you that fucking stupid? Guess what "vato?" My "games" have done their job. You reacted exactly as I expected. I got under your skin, didn't I? Good Ol' Berto Sanchez couldn't bear to be painted as a "heathen." Damn you religious morons are all the same! (Sarah shakes her head once more and smirks heavily.) Sarah: The fact is, I am already in your head. You went from timid and calm to losing it in the course of a few days! You went from "not underestimating me" to thinking you are going to "fuck me sideways." How funny things can be when the blood starts to boil. Come on "puta" come to that ring all full of piss and vinegar. Show me how much you don't respect me....oh wait, that's right...you respect my abilities. Aww...how sweet. Do you think I give a shit? (She giggles insultingly.) Sarah: But you on the other hand...you do give a shit. You care about everything that I have to say. You are so desperately trying to protect this self deluded "image" that you have for yourself. Here's a clue dip-shit....no one CARES!!! Nobody cares about you because you don't matter. You can be a walking Missionary, or a raging lunatic bad-ass and no one would care...because it's all phony bullshit. You already tried the "let's have a great match" bullshit, and that gets you no where, so now you think you'll try the "I'm a street thug tough guy" shit like that is going to get you anywhere? Do you know how many Mexicans try that thug facade? Every damn one of them! I shit you not, some kid in Tijuana in fifth grade right now who wears glasses and who's name is Julio or Jorge or some shit is pleading with his mom to hop the border tonight so that he can arrive in El Paso tomorrow as Eduardo....leader of the Mexican Hoodrats or something. Was that you Berto? I bet you were that kid when you were younger. Ten years later, a few steroids, move to Nashville where everyone is so busy singing about barns and cows that no one would bother to kick your ass, and presto-chango...he's a hoodrat! (Sarah grins evilly.) Sarah: Anyhow, so now that you have at least TRIED to act like you've grown some balls...wait no you haven't. You still had to go to Malcolm X for advice, didn't you? Did he think that line up all by himself? Awww, so cute. Did this happen before, or after you blew each other? You want to fuck sideways? Well lube up bitch, and I'll bring the strap-on! (Sarah shakes her head laughing one last time before getting completely serious. She looks forward at the camera and is speaking directly to Roberto, no jokes, no insults...just straight talk.) Sarah: As of right now, the games are over. I'm not here to respect you, I am not here to be your friend. I am not here for popularity or to make anyone happy. I am here for myself, for what I want and what I want only. Sunday, you step into that ring with me in another round of this tournament. That means you stand between me, and what I want. So you do and say whatever it is you want from here on out. Reply on FIW.com via webcam, grab the first interviewer you see, have a fucking parade for all I care. Because nothing that you do is going to change the fact that I am going to tear you limb from limb. When you are looking across the ring at me, and we meet eye to eye...you will know that your fate has been sealed. No amount of prayer, no amount of talk, and no amount of training will prepare you for what is going to happen to you. And when it is all done and over with, when you lie there, gargling your own blood, soaked in your own sweat and tears, beaten, broken, and defeated. Stricken with the agony and sorrow of yet another failure....you will have only yourself to blame. I will not be responsible for my actions. The misery that I bring unto you will be of your own doing. May God have mercy upon you....because I sure as hell will not! (With those final words Sarah shuts off the camera feed and we immediately fade to black.) |
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