Post by Ravyn Nightshade on Nov 29, 2014 2:17:59 GMT
As the camera comes up from black, a pair of red metallic Red Rock boots is shown walking the edge of a high building, keeping in balance. A familiar female voice speaks out…
Voice: The direction of one’s career is like walking a very thin line. You always keep focused while always stay balanced…for you may never know when the unexpected may tip you off.
The feet suddenly begin to lose balance and causing the mystery woman to fall…and land on her feet on the building’s roof. The woman giggles as the camera pulls back, revealing it to be Ravyn Nightshade, who is wearing a Brick Red Rock Glamos coat, over a black top & black skinny jeans to compliment her Goth stylish boots.
Ravyn: We both had a bit of a spill in our last outing, didn’t we Jimmy Kort?; coming up short in our respective debut matches. I came within a tapout which made me fair better, unlike you doing something incredibly stupid and blowing your shot. But it is what it is isn't it, love? But through fate of missing a chance at one World title, we are blessed with a chance to win the other World title, the Pure Championship. That’s right, mate, you get to go back on that line and get your MetroPRO career back on track. Unfortunately for you, there will be no unexpected to threaten your balance, just me. And I’m not going to tip you over….I’m gonna bloody kick you off.
Ravyn walks towards the edge and jumps on it, walking her walk across the edge while she speaks.
Ravyn: This should be natural for you isn’t it, love? You like being a reckless risk-taker when you’re in the air and when you flirt around with illegal tactics. Reckless being the stronger term when your stupidity took control in your attempt to overthrow Grace; first with a botched chairshot, and then the “nothing but air” clothesline. But on your best day, those have served you well.
Ravyn stops to place some stray hair behind her ear as she looks down at the camera.
Ravyn: You could consider yourself lucky. It could have been worse. A whole lot worse.
Ravyn then jumps back down and walks ahead, with the camera following her.
Ravyn: You could have had faced Grace one on one and what could have best been described as a modern day “David Vs. Goliath”, she could have beaten you; a perky lil ol’ woman you easily should have squished into a smear. I guess this makes you pretty upset, ‘eh love? I can feel it through every fiber of my being that you’re convincing yourself that you’re not going to let another woman stop you from getting championship gold. And when you were told that you’d be facing another woman at Killshot, the only thing you can think about is making her suffer for the humiliation you suffered previously and salvage your ego. Seems like a pretty good motivation, Jimmy. But tell me something, love, how are you going to have your way against a woman who’s stronger than you, strikes harder than you, last longer in the ring than you, and is more superior skilled in wrestling as you are? Not quite the path you were thinking about walking through. Me? It’s just the thing I need to work off all this frustration over a match that I should have easily won.
She begins to pound her black fingerless glove covered hands together, gritting her teeth in excitement.
Ravyn: And I’m going to enjoy every second of it. Because if you’re not familiar with the law of the jungle, it’s really simple: The weak get eaten. And from what I’ve heard, Southern food is very tantalizing.
Ravyn giggles while licking her lips, savoring the last comment she has said. It is obvious that she enjoys the thought running through her mind. As the camera continues to draw back, keeping focus on Ravyn, she draws close to the camera, allowing the camera to only focus her from the chest up.
Ravyn: It looks like the roles are reversed this time. Look at the bright side, Jimmy, at least you’ll be subject to pain, suffering, & bitter humiliation from a much hotter woman. Now tell me, who’s the giant now, Jimmy?
Suddenly, the person holding the camera loses footing and falls onto the ground on their back. Still, the camera is focused on Ravyn, who’s looking down at the camera with a sexy smirk and her hands on her hips.
Ravyn: Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum, bitch.
With her face now a callous glare, Ravyn steps on the camera, bringing it to black.
