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Post by Jana Rikar on Aug 7, 2017 13:47:51 GMT
[/]TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS FLAMING TABLES MATCH[/]
Sarah Selena Lacklan vs. Sam Tolson
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Deadline is Noon Eastern on August 18th
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Post by lacklan on Aug 15, 2017 5:14:48 GMT
“GOD DAMNIT!”The sound of a door being smashed open and slamming into a wall is heard as the owner of the screamed expletive, Sarah Selena Lacklan, bursts through. The platinum-haired albino’s red eyes blaze in fury and she stalks into the room, followed closely by the dark-skinned Kenzi Grey and the pale Milisandre Crowthorne, her two friends trying to calm her. But the Firestarter does not hear them, she does not heed them. Feet propelled by powerful legs smash into the wall, hands curled into fists swing for anything she can knock over. Finding nothing, she instead sets about pulling off her long gloves and flinging them to the floor. “Baby! It’ll be okay!” Truth be told, Kenzi didn’t sound like she believed that, herself. “Yeah. Like, ya know, it’ll be cool.” Milisandre held her arms tight around her waist, hugging herself and slouching her shoulders unconsciously. “I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL HER!”Sarah’s rage knew no halt, knew no buffer. She rips the tie in her hair free, shaking free the tight french braid her handmaiden had folded it into. She needed to do SOMETHING. ANYTHING. She stalks over to her purse and, shoving her hand into it with far more force than was required, pulled out a bottle of some kind of red powder. “What’s that?” asks Milisandre, her face scrunching. Kenzi shakes her head, long thin braids snapping back and forth. “You don’t want to know."She turns to face Sarah fully. “Selena, you don’t need that. You don’t need-”Sarah holds up her hand to silence her fiance.
“I just want to...fuck...just...gimme a moment!”She pulls out the stopper and brings it to her lips, smelling gently. Her body convulses with a shudder, a moan escaping her lips. She closes her eyes, balanced on the precipice of snorting the Drive right then and then, but then places the cork back in the vial. She breaths hard, her eyes shut and throbbing painfully, trying her best to calm herself. “...phone…”Both Kenzi and Milisandre lean in, unable to hear the whisper. Sarah whirls on them, her eyes flashing open and blazing, the red seeming like a furnace against her black eyeliner wings. “PHONE!”Milisandre looks at Kenzi with a shrug of her shoulders, but Kenzi is already pulling out her phone and turning on the video application. She points to Sarah when it is ready. 
I. GET. IT. Lucy is just MAGICALLY there to turn our match tonight into a 2-on-1 and take back that win. Lucy will pay when I drag her ass around the UGWC ring with a dog collar, and your girl will certainly see me soon. But before any of that? I get you.
Many in Defiant do not know what this is all about. Many in Defiant had ZERO idea of who the FUCK you were when you did your little sneak attack at the last TNT. All they knew is that the woman who did EXACTLY what she said she was going to do, which was run the fuck over EVERYONE in that match and pin, submit, or choke out the ENTIRE FUCKING FIELD got jumped by someone who would turn out to be the subtweeting, excuse-making, stunt double invoking, main event disappointment known around the world as Sam “I Lose Matches to Leinart” Tolson.
Have I triggered you, yet? Am I going to wake up to 324343 subtweets ranting and raving about how I’m just some bitch who does nothing but talk and YOU are the ZOMG AMAZEBALLS CHAMP with 27 belts? Believe you me, that schtick is not only old, but entire COMPANIES endlessly mock you for how shallow and idiotic your position and believe in yourself is to the rest of the business. And why is that? Why DO so many people laugh in your face? Is it about how many relationships you have had? Is it about how many times you have slid into people’s DMs looking to get a hook-up?
Oh! Hey! Real quick!
Maggie! Magster! Lockheart! Do me a favor:
Ask your girl about her sliding into Zoe Chaos’ DMs when you first started dating.
Here’s a tip, Tolson: Know your goddamn enemy.
And I suppose that is what this whole thing is about, at least for the Defiant audience who has no idea who you are. Allow me to educate them and why this match is even happening:
Sam Tolson, dear Defiant Family, is someone who likes to skip out on matches, defend her title three or four times a year, and yet consider herself a champion worthy of praise. Sam Tolson is, as that fact may well make you think, the physical and literal definition of what a paper champion is in this business.
What was that? You want Tolson to headline a show against another champ! Too bad! She’s not gonna bother producing one of these little contractually obligated promotional videos! She’s not gonna give a FUCK about the company she holds a championship belt for! And then! Oh holy fuck THEN! She won’t even both making it to the show!
IF you are lucky, it is because she was hurt. Hey, no taking anything away from her when her knee got taken out. She skipped a show or two and then fought off some challengers with a bum knee. But BEFORE that injury? Either she didn’t give a fuck or made thin excuses as to why she lost or couldn’t be there.
This business is about consistency and stamina. And Sam Tolson, dear Defiant audience, has proven that she does NOT have the stamina to compete with the likes of me. You all know how I battle across the world. You all know how I take on all challengers, all styles, all creeds. And you know how I watch tape like NO ONE else. And, believe it or not, I expect that from those I would consider peers.
In my “home” fed of Ladies All Star, I saw that ALL of the singles champions were the type of people to only show up when they felt like it, or needed a paycheck. From the top with Smyth on down to the bottom of Tolson, I challenged EACH of them to fight me, to put up their titles, in a promotional video.
You would think that ONE of them would notice that I did that, right? You would think that the damn world champ would give a fuck about the people in her company, right? Or that a “friend” would actually watch my videos?
I was wrong.
No one noticed. No one reacted. No Smyth. No Reilly. No Etsuko.
No Tolson.
So I repeated the challenge in somewhat...harsher...terms. I told Tolson something to the effect of that if she and I ever fought, it would be such a one-sided ass whooping that she would hand me the title with pleads for mercy.
THAT she noticed.
Something that the entire company learned was that it’s all fun and games until I turn my attentions on you. Sarah and her mouth are ha-ha-larious until the Firestarter flows the flames at you.
And so here we are, headed towards the Bash, a ridiculous match ahead of us. My challenge to ANYONE to fight me in Defiant in a flaming tables match was picked up by Tolson. Of course, I had to practically grab her by the hair and shove her nose in the open challenge, because that is the kinda bullshit she needs to have happen in order for her to pay attention to anything, and she asked to up the ante. 2-out-of-3 falls it is. Reality is that, most likely, we are both headed for those flames. It will not be my first, nor my last, but it will certainly be my new favorite.
Here is the dealio, Tolson:
We BOTH know that you wouldn’t even be here if I had not dogged you and dogged you to keep your name relevant in my life. We BOTH know that you would just be like Avery Miles III and running away from my challenge like that little bitch. Or, at best, you would be like that Katie Moicelle chick who was all ZOMG LET’S DO A BEST OF SEVEN and then slipped away into the darkness when she realized that I actually WOULD fight her and probably beat her ass down in 4 straight. We BOTH know that, if not for my constant promotion and picking at you and your girl, you would have slipped away into the quiet of your little circle who love you despite the fact that you never actually DO anything.
Now, I am aware that you THINK you are this badass wrestler. ZOMG I JUST HAD THIS AMAZEBALLS MATCH WITH LUKAS. Yeah, you did. Shame you didn’t win. Yeah, I didn’t get to see you drop your title to Lukas like I wanted yesterday, but you didn’t actually get anything done, either. Think about that: All of that promotion. All of that hype. Two women, two champs, both belts on the line. 30 minutes ironwoman match. THERE MUST BE A WINNER.
And there was no winner.
And I suppose that a microcosm of your entire existence:
Lots of talking. Lots of hype. Lots of subtweeting.
Virtually no value.
But there WILL be a finish at the Bash, dearie. There WILL be a winner.
Me.
The Revolution.
Finally, I am curious about something, so please, provide an answer for me:
When I beat you, when I send you through two tables of flame and show LAW, Defiant, and Honor how shallow, hollow, and paper-thin you truly are…
Will you admit to it?
Will you subtweet the world about how bad you got beat?
Or will you blame the loss on some unknown twin because you were totes at home with your girl?
I am ever so curious.
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Post by samantha on Aug 15, 2017 9:27:51 GMT
Samantha Tolson sits on her private plane, laughing out loud as she watches Sarah Lacklan's promotional video, tears streaming from her eyes.
"You know, Sarah, I think Maggie had it right. Your eyes aren't red because of some strange genetic mutation, it's because you're so FULL OF RAGE all you see is red."
"But let's call a spade a spade here, shall we? If it weren't for the red hue, you're eyes would be a nice, deep chocolate brown, because from toes to top, you're full of nothing but shit."
"See, let me break all this down into nice, easy concepts that even your mind, Sarah, can easily understand. I mean, after all, aren't you the one who pretends, after all? A sovereign state smack dab in the middle of Maine? Inside the borders of the United States? Where, mind you, that sort of thing has been illegal since at least the conclusion of the Civil War?"
"All you have on me, Sarah, is the ability to lob accusations, dredge up things from my past. And boy, you sure did that. But where's the substance? I mean, those companies you lauded for laughing at me? They were all silent after Alicia Lukas and I went to war not for just thirty, but forty-five minutes last Sunday night."
"You say you will go anywhere and fight anyone, regardless of gender or style? I'll give you that much credit, you do that. A golfclap for you. No, seriously, congratulations and all that."
"Oh, and your little challenge to me in LAW for my Chaos Championship there? Levied when you knew...YOU KNEW...it could not be answered because of your participation in the Queen of the Ring tournament."
Samantha sets the phone down, using the hem of her shirt to wipe the tears from her face.
"So who's really the liar here? Who's really the one using smoke and mirrors?"
"Want to know why I cost you that gauntlet match for the Titan Title?"
"To bring you back down to Earth. No more, no less. It wasn't about you jumping Maggie before the finals of the WrestleStock Cup. It wasn't about you looking at me as you pinned her that night. It was one hundred percent about sending you a message, and given the rage and venom in your words, I'm going to happily assume it was a message received loud and clear."
"You aren't some unstoppable juggernaut. You aren't even as good, honestly, as you'd have the world believe you are. What you are, Sarah, is very, very much human. Very much given to the same foibles as the rest of us. Hell, Sarah...you're little more than a poor carbon copy of me."
"Fighting the best all over the world? Been there, done that. Throwing kicks for days? Did it long before you ever stepped into a wrestling ring. Assimilating as many styles as possible into your repertoire? I was doing that before I even had my first professional match."
"Long story short, everything you've ever done so far, I not only did it first...I did it BETTER."
"Thing of it is, Sarah...you know it. Want to know how I can tell? All you can talk about are things that don't even pertain to this match. You barely mention the fact that by the time this is done, both of us are probably going through a table that's been set on fire. No, you mention everyone in the world but me...well, except for dredging up things that have long since died."
The slight smile fades from Samantha's face, replaced by a serious gaze.
"You can belittle me all you like. You can run down the three...THREE...championships I hold. You can run me down for things that have happened in my past. You can spit your bile and your vitriol as much as you like, but the fact of the matter, Sarah, is that I was, am, and will always be better than you."
"And that sits in your craw. That irritates you like a popcorn hull stuck in your gums that you can't get out. So you lash out at me with meaningless words. You try and get to me by giving my girlfriend the Pearl Harbor job prior to the WrestleStock match. You do or say whatever you need to do, all in a vain attempt to make yourself feel better. Seem bigger than what you are."
"But all you are, Sarah, is a poor knockoff of the original. A poorly traced carbon copy of someone who has already done all you're still yet trying to do."
"So tell me...when I beat you senseless...when I drive you through not one, but two flaming tables...when you're left with nothing else but to understand, completely and fully, that you bit off more than you could ever possibly chew....what will YOU say then?"
"Will you go to Kenzi....your bitch, your words not mine....and thrash her?"
"Or will you pummel some poor sap unlucky enough to be in your employ, a hired punching bag?"
"Or will you begin to do what I suspect you're going to do, and that's slowly fade back into the obscurity from which you came?"
"Because if you somehow by the grace of God Himself manage to beat me, all you do is advance your career, and I go on and still continue to eclipse you in every way humanly possible, the loss a mere footnote in a legacy of greatness."
"But when I beat you?"
"Everything you have built your little aura upon crumbles down into dust. The walls of the castle will come falling to the ground, and what comes from the rubble? A warrior determined to take the loss and build from it, learn from it? I doubt that. No, I think that when I beat you...you know, the paper champion that I am, of course..."
Samantha snorts derisively, the sarcasm practically dripping from her lips.
"...you won't know how to handle it. Because your very carefully crafted image of yourself NEEDS this. You NEED to beat me, if for no other reason than to show the world that you can, indeed, step up to the big leagues and run with those of us at the top of this sport. YOU NEED THIS. All this is for me?"
"Another match. See, Sarah, after I scar you for life by destroying the myth that you are something special, I'll take a day off and then go out to Los Angeles, and I'll put on another show in HPW in most likely yet another main event. I'll go to Honor and prove to the world once again why I am every bit as good as I say I am. I'll go to LAW and show the world, yet again, that I'm the Chaos Champion for a reason."
"Oh...speaking of that...do tell me...how does it feel to know that I took that title from your beloved? That when I got my rematch with her, I nearly cost her the very life she so enjoys with you before it ever started? It may do you a world of good to speak with her before we fight...she can give you a wonderful account of exactly how far I'll go to beat someone...."
"But, I digress. I'm getting off the subject at hand. And that's you."
"At The Bash, Sarah, I'm going to extinguish The Firestarter, leaving her nothing but cooling embers, her fire dying rapidly as the wood burns around her."
"I'm going to quash The Revolution and prove to the world, definitively, that it was nothing more than a little whelp of a sabre rattler, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Most importantly, I'm going to prove to you, personally, one very important thing."
"That while imitation, dearie, is indeed the sincerest form of flattery...."
Samantha grins evilly, a wicked smile crossing her lips slowly before she continues.
"...the sequel is never, ever, as good as the original that it follows."
"Sunday night Sarah...your precious and carefully constructed world is going to come crashing down around you."
"Do me a favor, though?"
"When it happens..."
"...remember that I told you it would."
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