Post by Ravyn Nightshade on Nov 22, 2014 22:43:39 GMT
The scene opens in an empty arena where we see Ravyn sitting alone in one of the seats. Casually dressed in a printed blouse, blue jeans and brown sandals, with her long hair tied in a ponytail, Ravyn comforts herself on one of the chairs in the arena looking at the empty ring, with a stone faced expression.
“It’s clear as day that I'm the one you need to worry about in this four-way.”
Ravyn takes a moment to herself and then stands up and walks toward the ring, with the camera focused on her.
“The three of you are going to go into Killshot bursting with excitement , without knowing that one little miscue from you will lead you to a shitstorm of pain and torture which I know you're not equipped to endure. And that’s exactly what I’m banking on because you’re just not going to resist. You’re all strong in your determination and your resiliency, I’ll give you that. But it will only be a matter of time until it cracks under my superior strength. Picture yourself being in the center of that ring, Billy Boy, with me having you securely locked in one of my submission holds. And all of those cheers and support coming out from your fans in that arena….they’re not going to do you any good. They’re gonna be blocked out by you as you focus on trying to escape when the inevitable of me crushing your body becomes stronger and stronger and you become less and less capable to resist from it. Or what about you Gideon? How are you going to be able to hold up to the power of my hands and feet as they respectively pound onto you like a jackhammer and stomping into your body mercilessly without giving care about your well-being."
As she reaches the ring, she climbs up to the apron and then, with ease, jumps over the ropes to enter the ring. Before long, she takes a stroll around the ring, still keeping her focus on the camera as it follows her every move.
“Truth be told Priscilla, all you're going to have is faith when you step in that ring against me; hoping that I will make that one little mistake so you can capitalize on it with enough to get you by and possibly squeeze out a victory. Me? Women like me don't need faith, we thrive on instinct. And unlike you, there will be no hope on my behalf that if you slip once because when you do....it's going to be lights out for you...PERIOD! In other words, love, I hope you've enjoyed your little "moments of glory" wackadoodle. Now, it's time for you to earn to keep it going a little bit longer, bitch. And with the way I’m feeling right about now….."
And almost within instinct, she turns towards the outside of the ring, where a custodian, a semi young, average looking man in a jumpsuit was walking about on the outside. She immediately storms over to the edge of the ring, grabs him and using her strength, she easily lifts him to the apron and tosses him into the ring! With a growl, she grabs the frightened custodian and whips him to the corner. She then goes over to him and pins him to the corner with a foot choke, with her foot placed directly over his neck. Ravyn takes joy in seeing the custodian struggle from under her perfectly, black manicured, sandaled foot, but her intentions was not to be entertained by the rude interrupter.
“You’re a nosy little fuck are you?! ARE YOU?! Answer me this, little man. You think is wrong for people to disrespect me ?”
The custodian tries to get some words out, but the power of her foot is preventing anything to emerge. It gets even worse as she begins to apply more pressure to his throat.
“ANSWER ME, WORM! Or I’ll crush your fucking throat!”
She keeps the pressure for a little while longer until a brief second of relief allows the custodian to scream out an answer.
Custodian: YES! YES! YES!
A smirk emerges from Ravyn’s face, feeling satisfied about the answer the poor custodian gave her. She takes her foot off of him and then takes him and delivers a hip toss, landing him on the mat! She then walks over to him and steps on his face in a victory pose, keeping him down there as she looks up at the camera.
"Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Everything you three have built for weeks to make an impact will be shattered in one night, with me one step closer to being where I should be...on top."
