Post by acameron on Jun 26, 2007 12:36:57 GMT -4
(><)The opening of Temptation by Cradle of Filth strikes across the PA System sending the crowd into a frenzy. Most cheering, some booing. The lights in the arena flicker and fade, coming back onto a deep, dark red as Lamia, Ashley Cameron's persona in the ring, steps onto the stage from behind the black curtain, a microphone gripped in her right hand. Stopping on the stage, she mouths something to herself before throwing her hands up, a few feet behind her a line of fire shoots up. She closes her eyes for a brief moment before glancing behind her, at the flames, throwing her hands down as she begins to walk forward. The flame dies.
Walking down the entrance ramp slowly, looking from side to side. Getting a good look at the fans in attendance. She enjoyed their love. She enjoyed their support... But what was on her mind tonight would most likely turn them against her full force. Only the true and loyal ones would stay behind her. She wasn't out here tonight to do another run down or to throw a cheap insult to Marisol. Nope. She wasn't in much of a playful mood tonight. She stopped at the bottom of the entrance ramp and gazed about the arena. Signs were going up. Cheers were still going strong.
Spotting a small child, no more than seven years old, in the front row. A little girl. She had a glove on that resembled Lamia's. Merchandise. It wasn't the exact same, but a nice replica. She smiled. It was cute seeing how little kids got behind people they liked. Little kids couldn't tell the real spots from the botches. They didn't choose people on how well they got it done in the ring. They chose people that appealed to them... Not who everyone else liked. She remembered her time like that. Seemed so long ago.
She sighed and moved to the steel steps, almost running up them and taking a turn to the right, walking on the apron a bit before turning around to face the steps once again and stepping through the middle rope. She moved to the middle of the ring, lowered her head. Throwing it back up as she raises her hand and brings it down almost as quick as she raised, setting off pyro from each of the four turnbuckles. She smirks, seeing a few of the fans in the front row jump a bit. Possibly from the sheer heat it throws off. She of course got the worst end of it. She motioned for the music to be cut, the lights returned to normal as it did and she raised the microphone to her mouth.(><)
"Hello one and all. APW Faithful as it were... I'm sure you've all noticed I've been on quite a roll since I've gotten here. Lost my first match against Sarah Andrews-Cross, but, I picked myself up from that, dusted myself off, then went on a streak. 3 wins. Marisol Mariposa. Nicole Storm. Michelle Tosso. All victims if you will. Now, lets recap. After my short lived "feud" with Marisol, she was unfortunately fired from Action Packed Wrestling, so, I really have nothing to say about that.
Nicole Storm? One of half of the former England's Finest. I beat her. One, two, three and yet she gets a title opportunity that same exact night? Which she won by the way. So, kudos and all that other crap. Fast forward a week or two. House Show. Michelle Tosso Vs Myself. Who won that match? I did. Michelle Tosso goes on to challenge for the Rose Title the following week. Good for her. She wins it. Youngest Rose Champion in APW History. Congratulations on that Michelle.
Now... Now? We have Rebecca Skye aka Janey McJobber getting a title shot at the Pay Per View? What the fuck is all that about? Look at it from a logical point of view. Look at her streak as of late. Nothing but losses and she gets another shot. A third shot at the title? Now, I've said it time and time again... I don't care for the title but this is just plain ridiculous!
There's two ways this match is going to go... Skye gets a lucky victory over Tosso to win the belt and that makes it lose more fucking credibility than it already has and pretty much becomes more of a God damned joke than it already is. And then what? Its up to someone like Jennifer Drew, Blizzard Kaze, Kenisha Williams, or my own God damn self to take it from her and hopefully save it from its pitiful joke of an existence."
(><)She paused for a moment, looking around the arena. Not a sound. No hint of booing, no hint of cheering. They were silent.(><)
"Now, the other outcome is... This match being nothing but a squash match. Michelle Tosso retains in one of the most boring matches ever, what's the point of the match? Nothing whatsoever. Everyone here in the arena and in the back knows Michelle can work circles around Skye. Hell, most of us can. So, this is what the Rose Title matches have become? Bathroom breaks for the home viewers and refill time for booze for the people live in attendance?
Its almost literally come down to a state that it cannot be saved, Skye's involvement proves that let alone a sixteen year old girl winning it. Now, I have respect for the girl, she's a tough competitor... But Nicole Storm, a supposed "veteran" lost to a child? I think its time for "mommy dearest" to hang up the boots if she's losing to teenagers. I realize I'm coming off as harsh, but fuck it. Someone's got to say this shit. Why not me? I've already proven time and time again that I don't give a fuck with what I say. But... You know what? To hell with this. I'm done wasting my breath on this. So, when the title is literally on its last leg ready to be put down for good just like Old Yeller? Don't be looking for me to come save it.."
(><)She sniffed slightly, tightening her grip around the microphone as she lowered her arm to her side. The crowd was still silent at this. At her outburst of sorts. She shook her head. No music flared up, there was no need for it to. She walked straight for the ropes and hopped out from the middle rope, holding onto it with her free hand as she landed squarely on her feet. She said what needed to be said and began to slowly walk up the ramp. She looked to the little girl, still front row. She smiled and nodded to the girl. The girl waved to her with a bright smile. She sighed as she continued her walk.(><)
Walking down the entrance ramp slowly, looking from side to side. Getting a good look at the fans in attendance. She enjoyed their love. She enjoyed their support... But what was on her mind tonight would most likely turn them against her full force. Only the true and loyal ones would stay behind her. She wasn't out here tonight to do another run down or to throw a cheap insult to Marisol. Nope. She wasn't in much of a playful mood tonight. She stopped at the bottom of the entrance ramp and gazed about the arena. Signs were going up. Cheers were still going strong.
Spotting a small child, no more than seven years old, in the front row. A little girl. She had a glove on that resembled Lamia's. Merchandise. It wasn't the exact same, but a nice replica. She smiled. It was cute seeing how little kids got behind people they liked. Little kids couldn't tell the real spots from the botches. They didn't choose people on how well they got it done in the ring. They chose people that appealed to them... Not who everyone else liked. She remembered her time like that. Seemed so long ago.
She sighed and moved to the steel steps, almost running up them and taking a turn to the right, walking on the apron a bit before turning around to face the steps once again and stepping through the middle rope. She moved to the middle of the ring, lowered her head. Throwing it back up as she raises her hand and brings it down almost as quick as she raised, setting off pyro from each of the four turnbuckles. She smirks, seeing a few of the fans in the front row jump a bit. Possibly from the sheer heat it throws off. She of course got the worst end of it. She motioned for the music to be cut, the lights returned to normal as it did and she raised the microphone to her mouth.(><)
"Hello one and all. APW Faithful as it were... I'm sure you've all noticed I've been on quite a roll since I've gotten here. Lost my first match against Sarah Andrews-Cross, but, I picked myself up from that, dusted myself off, then went on a streak. 3 wins. Marisol Mariposa. Nicole Storm. Michelle Tosso. All victims if you will. Now, lets recap. After my short lived "feud" with Marisol, she was unfortunately fired from Action Packed Wrestling, so, I really have nothing to say about that.
Nicole Storm? One of half of the former England's Finest. I beat her. One, two, three and yet she gets a title opportunity that same exact night? Which she won by the way. So, kudos and all that other crap. Fast forward a week or two. House Show. Michelle Tosso Vs Myself. Who won that match? I did. Michelle Tosso goes on to challenge for the Rose Title the following week. Good for her. She wins it. Youngest Rose Champion in APW History. Congratulations on that Michelle.
Now... Now? We have Rebecca Skye aka Janey McJobber getting a title shot at the Pay Per View? What the fuck is all that about? Look at it from a logical point of view. Look at her streak as of late. Nothing but losses and she gets another shot. A third shot at the title? Now, I've said it time and time again... I don't care for the title but this is just plain ridiculous!
There's two ways this match is going to go... Skye gets a lucky victory over Tosso to win the belt and that makes it lose more fucking credibility than it already has and pretty much becomes more of a God damned joke than it already is. And then what? Its up to someone like Jennifer Drew, Blizzard Kaze, Kenisha Williams, or my own God damn self to take it from her and hopefully save it from its pitiful joke of an existence."
(><)She paused for a moment, looking around the arena. Not a sound. No hint of booing, no hint of cheering. They were silent.(><)
"Now, the other outcome is... This match being nothing but a squash match. Michelle Tosso retains in one of the most boring matches ever, what's the point of the match? Nothing whatsoever. Everyone here in the arena and in the back knows Michelle can work circles around Skye. Hell, most of us can. So, this is what the Rose Title matches have become? Bathroom breaks for the home viewers and refill time for booze for the people live in attendance?
Its almost literally come down to a state that it cannot be saved, Skye's involvement proves that let alone a sixteen year old girl winning it. Now, I have respect for the girl, she's a tough competitor... But Nicole Storm, a supposed "veteran" lost to a child? I think its time for "mommy dearest" to hang up the boots if she's losing to teenagers. I realize I'm coming off as harsh, but fuck it. Someone's got to say this shit. Why not me? I've already proven time and time again that I don't give a fuck with what I say. But... You know what? To hell with this. I'm done wasting my breath on this. So, when the title is literally on its last leg ready to be put down for good just like Old Yeller? Don't be looking for me to come save it.."
(><)She sniffed slightly, tightening her grip around the microphone as she lowered her arm to her side. The crowd was still silent at this. At her outburst of sorts. She shook her head. No music flared up, there was no need for it to. She walked straight for the ropes and hopped out from the middle rope, holding onto it with her free hand as she landed squarely on her feet. She said what needed to be said and began to slowly walk up the ramp. She looked to the little girl, still front row. She smiled and nodded to the girl. The girl waved to her with a bright smile. She sighed as she continued her walk.(><)