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| The Will To Win!; Sarah Twilight - PPV RP 2 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 2 2011, 12:32 AM (43 Views) | |
| Sarah Twilight | Dec 2 2011, 12:32 AM Post #1 |
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Mistress of Mischief
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"Are you sure about this?" "Of course I'm sure. They said she would be here. This is going to be great!" "I think it's a bad idea." "That is why you're paid to hold the camera, and I do the interviews." The voices are heard amidst a blank screen. Finally, light is seen as an unsteady camera bobbles around as it is lifted up onto it's handler's shoulder. As it finally comes into focus we can clearly see that we are in a n unusually elgant business district. Palm trees sway in the warm, gentle breeze, lining the facade of a recently renovated facility. The new sign above the main entrance reads "Logan Hawkins' School of Professional Wrestling." It is clear that we are in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California. But why would Sarah be here? A school she graduated from a number of years ago. Anna Bowie was planning to find out. She leads a camera crew with her into the building. Anna: Come on Greg, we have to hurry. There's not much time. Can't you move any faster with that camera? Greg: I'm coming, I'm coming. I'd rather be at home with my wife. Why is this so important Anna? This is our day off. People have heard plenty already. Anna: It hasn't been done by me yet. Of course it hasn't. How can someone with so little commitment to her job have done any sort of meaningful interviews? In fact, one can almost bet that the reason she's here is because of the close proximity to Hollywood. If she was still looking for her break, she wasn't going to find it here...but she would find something else. As she walks inside with her small, one man camera crew behind, they can immediately see whom they were looking for. But nothing could have prepared them for what they were about to witness. The cameras are rolling, unbeknownst to Sarah. Sarah stands inside of the ring across from a very large man. The two are speaking about something. Sarah is holding a thick broomstick that has been separated from the bristles. So to say they were going to use it to sweep up was unlikely. Sarah: Just do it. Man: I....I dunno, Logan hasn't.... Sarah: Either you are going to hit me with this fucking broomstick, or I am going to break it over your face! The choice is yours! The man takes the broomstick from Sarah. He holds it firmly between his hands in a baseball type stance. Sarah places her hands behind her head and interlocks her fingers. She doesn't tense up or tighten herself. She just exhales heavily, waiting for what was to come. The man is still quite hesitant to swing the wooden broomstick at Sarah and he holds his stance for a very long time. Sarah starts to become very frustrated. Sarah: I said hit me! Whack! He swings the wooden rod at Sarah, hitting her in the midsection. She takes the shot, grunting a bit, her eyes staring at him with what can only be described as a burning intensity. She nods her head to him and reinforces her stance. Sarah: Again! Harder! Whack! Again the wood meets her flesh, this time much harder than before. The force of the hit causes her to take a step back. She growls a bit as the pain is sent echoing through her body. Though defiantly, she again steps forward. Once more her hands go up behind her head, fingers interlocked. Sarah: AGAIN!! The man hesitates once more. He looks down at her midsection, now having a deeply reddened imprint of the stick tracing across. He shakes his head, not willing to hit Sarah any longer. This seems to almost infuriate her. She loses her stance and she walks up to the much larger man, getting nose to chin with him. Her eyes narrow, and she speaks at him with a scowl. Sarah: You are going to take that stick, and you are going to fucking hit me until either you break my will...or you break that stick...whichever comes first! Man: I...I can't do that! Sarah: You listen here you fucking pathetic swine! You will do what the fuck I tell you! I don't give a shit how shriveled up your nut sack is right now. I don't care what you think you can't fucking do! Now you fucking hit me...or you get your worthless ass the fuck out of my ring! With her final statement, she slaps the man as hard as she can across the face, further humiliation and belittlement. Finally, this angers the man enough and he swings the wooden stick at Sarah repeatedly with every ounce of his strength. Whack! Whack! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She is hit with blows to the midsection, chest, thighs, and arms over and over. Each shot stinging a bit more than the last but she continues to take them. One shot forces her to her knees and another lands squarely across her back, making a very sickening Crack when it meets her spine. One final blow.... WHHHHACCCKKK! The broomstick splinters and breaks in half as the final contact blasts her over the back of the head. She falls face first into the canvas and the man looks on in horror at what he's just done. He tosses aside the remaining half of the stick and kneels down to tend to Sarah, but before he can, she begins crawling towards the ropes. Her hand grabs hold of the bottom rope, another grabs the middle and she slowly and defiantly begins to pull herself up. Blood trickles from her lip. Bruises and welts begin to form on much of her body, but she's smiling, laughing almost as if this was meant to be enjoyable. Continuing to use the ropes as an anchor, she pulls herself to her feet. She stumbles back to the center of the ring, and on shaky legs she waves her hands at the man. Sarah: Hit me....again.....mother....fucker. She says slowly, in between breaths as she was of course, breathing heavily. The man, nor Anna Bowie can believe it. Not only did she manage to get back up, albeit she more so pulled herself up...but she's wanting this abuse to continue? Man: The broomstick...it's broken. Sarah: So get another! She demands. However, before anything of the sort can take place, another man quickly rushes into the ring. This is her former mentor and trainer, Logan Hawkins. He places himself between Sarah and the man she'd just had beat her with a broomstick. Logan: Enough! What are you doing, Sarah? Sarah: I'm training...now either help me out, or get out of the way. She waves her hands at him, wanting him to move out of the way. Sarah: Somebody get me another stick! Logan: Sarah, I don't think that is necessary. Now if you want my help, I'll be happy to assist you. But I cannot allow this kind of violence. Sarah stumbles back towards the ropes now, and manages to get herself out of the ring. She obviously wasn't happy to hear that, but...a few moments to figure something else out wouldn't hurt. Of course they wouldn't. What the hell could hurt more than getting beaten by a stick? It is when Sarah exits the ring that she notices Anna and her cameraman. Sarah: Who the fuck are you? She asks with a very sharp tongue. Obviously not enthralled about having this intrusion. And why should she be happy about this? She's already given her camera time to address things. This was her personal time to train and prepare herself for the match. This stupid bitch and her camera lackey had no business being here. Anna: I'm Anna Bowie...from FIW. Sarah: I already gave those fuckers my thoughts, and I meant every word. I'm busy now, so get the fuck out of here! Anna: I...well I understand that you did take the time to shoot something for the air. But I did have a few questions for you concerning the upcoming Cibernetico Event at Violence Fetish. Oh, Anna. Poor, poor, Anna. I guess she doesn't know any better? Perhaps she doesn't conduct these interviews often enough to realize that when someone tells you they are busy, that means leave them alone. And when that someone is Sarah Twilight, you'd better damn well listen! Sarah: What are you deaf? I said I am busy! That means you, get the fuck out of my face and go pester someone else. Anna hushes up, but she doesn't leave. The cameras keep rolling and Sarah is too focused on what she is doing, and perhaps too drained to bother with this interviewer right now. She gets back into the ring, ready to continue her training. Logan heads over to her, trying to find out what it is she is trying to accomplish. Logan: Look at you! You're a mess! What are you doing to yourself? Sarah: I am going to win that match, Logan. Twenty Five other people will be in the same ring as I am, and I plan on outlasting them all. Logan: By having yourself beaten senseless? Sarah: No, Logan. By having the will to go on. By being able to last longer than anyone else. You know I know how to dish out the punishment in the ring. I can take a fair amount of it as well. But my goal is to be able to take far more punishment than what even I can deal out. I am going to make sure that nothing they can throw at me will stop me. I am prepared to hand out beatings. I am prepared to hurt people. But, the only way to prepare for the beatings I will also have to endure, is to take one. Logan: That makes sense....sort of. So what do you need from me? Sarah: Give me your five best. No tags, just all of them, against me. Logan: Sarah, I don't think that... Sarah: Just get them. I am not going to fight, I am not going to defend myself. Just get them in here to hit me with all they've got. Logan: That is insane! Sarah: Look, I know I am going to have my ass handed to me. That's not the point. I just want you to count my shoulders and watch any submissions for one hour, alright? Either an hour is going to go by, or they either pin me or make me give in, and we're through. Logan: An hour? Isn't that a bit... Sarah: Logan! Logan: Alright. Logan gathers up his five best men and the rules are explained. Sarah cannot deliver any offense, she will only be trying to outlast whatever it is that they can deal out. Logan doesn't seem thrilled about this, but he stands in the ring's center, prepared to call everything. Anna Bowie and her cameras are still rolling, watching everything that is going on. Our cameras watch on as Logan calls for the match to begin. Sarah is lifted and slammed to the mat in countless maneuvers. Her body is subjected to tremendous amounts of pain as she is hoisted up, thrown, driven and bounced off the mat in various positions. She is double, triple and even quadruple teamed at times, but she never calls it off. Logan makes numerous counts on her shoulders, and each time, she somehow manages to get her shoulder off of the mat before three. Perhaps out of will and determination. Perhaps out of stubbornness? The punishment she takes is almost unbearable for Anna to watch, but for whatever reason, she chooses to stay. Maybe she thinks she's still going to get that interview? As the time goes on, Sarah's body is contorted in ways it was never meant to bend as submission holds are locked in. Logan asks her, but she refuses to give in. She wails in agony during some of the holds, but nonetheless, refuses to give in. Broken, battered and exhausted, she continues to get up each time that she is planted with move after move. The clock continues to tick away. Less than a minute left. Again she finds herself on the canvas. Her hair soaking wet, dripping of sweat. Welts and bruises swollen. But she continues to take it all. The final seconds of the match and she is bent in half with a spear from one of the larger men. She crashes again to the mat, and he covers. 1 2 3! Logan counts her shoulders. She lifts herself off of the mat, just after the count of three, but it is too late. Her shoulders have finally remained pinned long enough for that three count. The men now help her to her feet, each of them having a great deal of respect for what she had managed to accomplish. Though she doesn't look pleased with herself at all. Logan offers her a comforting hand on the shoulder. Logan: One hour and one second. The three count didn't finish until after the one hour mark. That is very impressive Sarah. This is why you always did so well here. Because you're so damn stubborn. He laughs, but Sarah does not. She kicks the mat below her and rolls herself out of the ring. She looks terrible, and it was obvious she'd been through hell. Once out of the ring, she looks up at Logan, that same determined spirit in her emerald eyes. Sarah: That's just not good enough. They always say you are your own worst critic. And in Sarah's case, this was very true. She was going to be the best, the very best. Despite being constantly beaten on for an hour before finally being pinned, this was just not enough for her. Despite the fact that during the Cibernetico, she would not be constantly fighting the entire time. Still, this progress, no matter how good, was just not good enough for her. Sarah: Twenty minutes, Logan. That's how long they can rest. After that, we're doing this again. Two hours this time. Logan looks to be in awe here. He doesn't even know if he should allow such a thing. But he never gets the chance to weigh in with an opinion on the conversation as Sarah turns to walk away from the ring. She now notices that Anna and the cameras are still there. Sarah: You're ..still.. fucking here? "No, No! Hey!" The last thing we see is an enraged Sarah, reaching for the camera. Static...followed by dead air. |
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