Post by Jana Rikar on Jan 3, 2019 23:14:23 GMT
~Recorded Earlier~
The door opens and a darkened hallway appears. A soft blue light illuminates the parquet floor of the hallway. A door opens at the end of the hallway. Bright sunlight shines in as a cloaked figure steps through the doorway and closes the door behind them. The clatter of soft footfalls crossing the parquet floor are heard as the figure at the end of the hallway, walks towards the camera.
“Dazi Miyashita, Ophelia Blaque-Donnely, Kitty Petrova, Saint Ina, Amy Jo Smyth, Crystal Zdunich, Sativa Nevaeh, Katie Tolson, and the twosome of Team Hero: Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher-Johnson.”
“Names that the world knows over and over as the best women in the business.”
Small pictures of each woman mentioned appear on the wall closest to the camera. The cloaked figure continues to walk closer to the camera with the pictures of the competitors on her left.
“Aerynn Maguire, Serena, AmberLynn Hardin, Robi Mitchell, Jennifer Enigma.”
“Names that the world know and love as established stars in the business.”
Another set of pictures mentioned appear on the wall just below the first. The cloaked figure continues to walk and stops just in front of the camera. A blue abaya and hijab cover the person from head to toe, except for her eyes and a wisp of blonde hair peeking out from under the blue headwrap.
“Then…. There’s Me.”
Her hand slowly pulls the blue material away from her face. A smile appears and she completely removes the hijab, letting her blond hair flow down over her shoulders.
“Compared to everyone so far in the Wartime Rumble, I’m insignificant. I’m the afterthought. I’m the unknown commodity.”
She looks up to her left at the empty wall. Two pictures appear, one with her standing on top of a ladder, pulling down a title. The other, her lying on a sand covered area of a water park with the championship being placed her hands by a referee.
“The Wildcard Champion of WWH in my fifth match ever. The JWC Champion in my thirteenth.”
Jana looks back at the camera.
“Two times that the couldn’t - shouldn’t - wouldn’t, actually did. Two times that the least likely of scenarios, actually paid off. Two times that the Time Bomb did the impossible.”
She smiles broadly.
“And Now, I plan to make it Three. At the Wartime Rumble, there are so many logical options, so many better options than the little rookie from Virginia Beach, who’s just trying to make the impossible, possible once again. I’m the smallest in the match, a match that demands that you toss your opponents over the top rope and to the floor. But that doesn’t deter me. I’m not supposed to be a threat anyway. But at the Wartime Rumble….”
Jana looks at the pictures on either side of her. A third picture appears beside of her two championship photos…. One of her standing on the top turnbuckle with her hands raised in victory.
“… Tick Tick Boom goes the Dynamite!”
She throws up two fingers.
“Be Well!”
Jana playfully giggles then runs back up the hallway. She shoves the door open, sending the bright light from outside flooding down the hallway. The door closes and the hallway engulfs in darkness.