Post by Samantha Tolson on Dec 4, 2017 23:57:29 GMT -5
"So, Draven likes pain. Hmm?"
Samantha Tolson sits in the hot tub of her Las Vegas home, wearing a simple neon green bikini, as a floating service tray floats lazily in the water next to her. Samantha reaches up and with a wet hand, pulls her glass from it, something fruity-looking coloring the clear vessel a purplish-pink, with a lemon slice wedged onto the rim. She takes a small sip before continuing.
"At least, that's what his...well, whatever she is...would like for us all to believe. Slapping him around, treating him like a piece of dog meat, telling him to be a man."
"Problem with Draven? Aurora, mainly."
"She got his nuts in a goddamn vice, and she turns the handle ever so slightly whenever she wants the poor boy to jump to do her bidding."
"See, I've watched his matches in Premier Fighting. Draven certainly isn't without talent or skill. He is somewhat fearless, quick, and agile. All in all, he has the makings of a good competitor, one that would be a tough out in just about every situation."
"Except for the fact he has that woman choking the life out of his scrotum."
Samantha takes another sip of her drink.
"See, I answer to no one. Yeah, I've got an agent, but she's there to help take care of the mundane tasks so I can focus on training, on working toward winning the Diamonds Championship. She doesn't tell me what to do or when to do it. We have a great working relationship, because she handles her side of our collective business, and I handle mine."
"That's not what Aurora does for you, Draven. No, she lets her mouth write checks that your ass cannot possibly hope to cash. She gets you into situations that you have to find a way out of."
"Why? Why do you accept that from her? I sure as hell wouldn't accept that from anyone in my life, let alone someone who supposedly has my best interests at heart, as I'm sure she tells you she does."
"Be all that as it may...you and me? We have a slight problem, and that problem is you're going to get into the ring with me, you're going to step into the squared circle with a deadly, dangerous woman who, quite frankly, is still a tad pissed off."
"My anger may be subsiding slowly but surely, but rest assured, Draven, it's most certainly not gone."
"And when we step into the ring Tuesday night, you're nothing more to me than the next victim. The next person I get to kick repeatedly, the next body I get to toss around the ring like a rag doll, and the next person I get to pick up and spike head first into the canvas."
"Sure, it may look right now like I'm relaxed...and the truth of the matter is, right now, I am. But I'm going to get out of this hot tub shortly, walk into my house, put on some workout gear, and then I'll walk into my gym and push my body to its breaking point once again, then through it....because that's what I do."
"Don't mistake the scene you see for the person you'll face."
"When the lights get hot, and the bell rings, Draven, that's when all the talk ends, and when I speak loudest. When I let my actions and my skill do the talking for me. That's when I'm at my best, inside the ring, stalking my prey and figuring out how best to use the vast arsenal of weapons I have at my disposal to dispatch the person across the ring from me."
"Unfortunately Draven...."
Samantha takes a long drink from her glass, setting it back down on the floating tray.
"....this time around, that's you. And there will be no quarter expected, and none given."
"You see, I have a message to send, and you, dear Draven, are going to be my messenger. A work of art to show someone, and you will be my canvas."
"Only there's no happy little trees. No fluffy clouds. No rolling brooks nor any mountains standing majestically in the background."
"This, my friend, is a message of pain. A painting of suffering, painted in strokes of affliction only I can use."
"A piece of advice, Draven...."
Samantha sits up, looking directly into the camera with her blue eyes.
"....make sure that after I've beaten you, and your head is in agony, and your neck is screaming out in anguish...."
"...you go backstage with Aurora, and you let her know that you're done playing her games. You're too good to be dragged down any farther by her. Dump the dead weight."
"You'll thank me later."
Samantha winks and blows a kiss at the camera as the scene fades.