Post by Ravyn Nightshade on Nov 28, 2014 17:55:40 GMT
A woman is hanging from a suspended red silk fabric performing aerial acrobatics, wearing a purple spandex catsuit and barefoot. She is using her strength to grab onto the sturdy fabric to wrap, suspend, fall, swing, and spiral her body into and out of various positions with discipline and finesse. As the camera draws close, the identity of the woman is clearly Ravyn Nightshade, engaging in one of her favorite physical training activities outside of the ring.
Ravyn: One knows the true mettle of a warrior when they are tested in a battle. These words are very deep…as deep as it is grained in my blood.
That four-way at Killshot was a risky situation. I knew that going into it. But it was the very thing that got excited to do it. What better way to prove your point in being the better wrestler than defeating 3 wrestlers in one match. Billy-boy, (William Levon) I acknowledge that you came out of that match the winner. But I’d be damned to say you earned it. I would have expected anything less from a skinny little parasite like you. I had Priscilla (Price) slaughtered, ready to tap out until your scrawny ass flew in on the scraps of my labor for that cheap reward. Doesn’t matter how far you get into the little tournament. You should be more afraid of what will happen when you face me again. Because love, I only want to hurt you…a lot.
And at this moment, she descends from the fabric and lands on her feet on the ground.
Ravyn: Mr. (Marty) Sunshine, to say that you want to keep me happy is an understatement. And although I think of you as the scum festering underneath my shoe, your business sense could be considered solid. You know I’m the only wrestler on this roster that can carry this rag-tag organization to where it needs to go. So I can’t be too surprised that he would give me a shot at the Pure Wrestling Championship. And I didn’t even have to beg for it. They know I’m bred to be a champion, unlike others who beg and plead for their chance. Ringing any bells, Jimmy (Kort)?
Ravyn begins to walk across the room, continuing to speak as the camera focuses on her.
Ravyn: You must be pretty proud of yourself right about now, aren’t you, Jimmy? A man who prides himself in being not a stranger to paying your dues and moving up the ranks. And what did you do at Killshot? Whine like a bloody wombat because you let that insignificant little tick Grace (Taylor) outsmart you. YOU’RE the one that wanted to come off those ropes like a showoff and you ended up getting showed up. But of course it doesn’t count 'eh love? Because your little bitch fest has tugged the heartstrings of Mort Goodman and you get a one-on-one match with the winner getting one step closer to becoming Pure Wrestling Champion. But what he didn’t tell you, love, is that vision is only an illusion. The reality is you’re getting yourself into is a vicious beatdown in the hands of “The Huntress” and a conclusion as to why you can’t cut it on this stage.
Ravyn goes over to a neutral area, which has a pull-bar set up in front of a large mirror. She prepares herself and jumps up to do a set, pacing herself upon each repetition before coming back down to face the camera.
Ravyn: Don’t think I’m familiar with you, Jimmy. Good ol’ Southern boy with a good amount of wrestling experience…as a tag team. And judging by how you held up in that previous four-way, it’s safe to assume that you are well acclimated in a match involving multiple people. Well, you’re gonna wish you had more people protecting you for this match.
Ravyn then walks over to a large bag and starts to overwhelm it with thunderous kicks and punches. After a while, she looks at the camera again.
Ravyn: You wanted a real match, Jimmy. Well, you got one; one which you will once again fall at the feet of another woman. Only this one is superior than she ever will be. That four-way should be the saving grace for you because you wasn’t pinned or having to tap. What are you going to do at this Killshot, huh? Are you going to cry unfairness? I wouldn’t mind. Because I want you to cry for me, Jimmy. I want you to beg me to spare you…if I let you.
Ravyn kicks the bag hard and gives a malicious glare as she leaves the area.
