Post by Samantha Tolson on Dec 18, 2017 5:04:41 GMT -5
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Samantha Tolson sits in a locker room somewhere on the West Coast, dressed for another match. Despite that, her focus, at least for a few moments, is on a certain Purple Haired Dynamo...the former Premier Fighting Hardcore Champion.
“A fraud. A fake. A concoction of an overactive imagination, pretending to be a professional wrestler.”
“There’s a fair few people in this sport like that, to be honest. They think they can do what we can do, maybe even have a little success, but time proves them to be nothing more than a pretender to the thrones those of us who live and breathe this sport sit upon.”
“The question in my mind is….which are you, Otaki? Which category does Megan Treamon’s name belong in?”
“Certainly, I have my opinion. I know where I’d cast my vote in that poll.”
“I’d vote for you as a fraud.”
“Your own flesh and blood, your daughter, was taken by Cheyenne. What did you do? Did you do absolutely everything you could to find her? Drop everything else in your life to ensure your daughter’s safe return to your side?”
“No, Megan...you kept on taking matches. Signing contracts. Traveling all over the country, dare I say the world, fighting against people in FSW that far outshine you with every passing opportunity.”
“I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that were I ever to have a child...something I physically am incapable of doing, but nonetheless...I would not rest, I would not stop, and I guarantee you that every other damn thing in my life would take a long ride in the backseat until I found him or her.”
“Nothing else would matter. No championship is worth more than a child. Yet, here you are, holding the FSW Championship of EWC, fighting your heart out to defend it.”
“Clearly, your priorities in life are questionable at best. You place more value in however many pounds of leather, gold, and silver than you do in your own daughter.”
“But, that’s just one reason among many why you’re nothing more than dyed purple hair, calling herself the Queen of Chaos while knowing so very little about what Chaos really is.”
“Three hundred and nineteen days. Overall, four hundred and ten days across three separate reigns as the LAW Chaos Champion. A total that makes your runs with either title paltry by comparison.”
“Twice the Honor Wrestling Champion, and I remain the only person in that company’s history to win that title on two separate occasions.”
“Defeated three others to win the inaugural HPW Undisputed Championship, two weeks after unseating Eryn Time as the HPW Women’s Champion...one week after the other three competitors in that match, along with the brother and father of Daniel Corvin and your dear, dear friend Ashley Tierney, all took me to task, trying to take me out of the equation. Then defended that title four times successfully AFTER suffering a knee injury that would have sidelined most anyone else.”
“But I’m not anyone else, Megan. No, no no no. I’m someone you’re not prepared to face, and never will be.”
“See, I held the HPW Undisputed Championship, the LAW Chaos Championship, and the Honor Championship concurrently for ninety one days, defending all three of them at every opportunity. While you may have two championships right now, the fact of the matter is that you’re bound to lose one very soon, and quite possibly both.”
“After all, you have Maggie Lockheart breathing down your neck in FSW, and she’s already embarrassed you once, hasn’t she?”
“If you can’t beat her one on one, Megan….what chance do you have against me?”
“Because let’s face facts...I’m the one that helped her get ready for that match against you.”
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Samantha Tolson sat inside the office of her new therapist, comfortable in the chair she’d sent to him as a replacement for the one she’d broken during her last visit. He’d asked for her to simply pay for a replacement, but instead she’d had this chair, as rich an appointment as anything else in the office, sent in lieu of payment.
The fact wasn’t lost on him, looking at Samantha carefully as he sat in his white shirt and black tie, a bit of a contrast from their last visit, when he’d gone out of his way to look less threatening. That had certainly gone sour, the idea of being less of a threat to the professionally trained fighter, so he tried something a little more official.
Only time would tell if it would work, but he began the session, noting the time on his watch before scribbling it onto the ever-present notepad. “So, Samantha...based on our last visit, I’d like to pose some questions to you.”
Samantha sighed heavily. “Okay….”
“So...I’d like to ask you about your youth. Or, more to the point, I’d like you to tell me about it.”
“What about it?”
“Well, how were your parents?”
“My parents were great, actually. Gave me every opportunity I ever wanted and then some.”
“Interesting…” The psychiatrist penned a quick note. “Did they ever, say, punish you?”
“Punish me? For what, exactly?”
“Transgressions. Breaking the rules, for example.”
“Of course they did.”
The therapist continued. “Do you feel like their punishments fit the crime, so to speak?”
“Look, Doc...I’ve never once been arrested. Oh...wait...well, there was that one night in Vancouver with Wulf Erikson where I threw a sausage at his brother from across the restaurant. But, no never in trouble with the law, per se.”
“I meant figuratively, of course.”
Samantha sat for a moment, contemplating her response. “In hindsight, I would suppose so. I don’t have any expertise in the area of parenting, so I can’t say for sure.”
“Did you ever feel like, maybe, they were heavy-handed or unfair?”
“As a kid? Sure I did! I hated every moment of it all. The groundings, getting things taken away as I got older like my phone or my car. What child ever thinks their parents are being fair?”
The psychiatrist chuckled. “I would suppose not a single one. My own children certainly don’t.”
Samantha grinned, albeit slightly. “Well then, there you go.”
“So, all that said, did you ever do anything to try and skirt the situation? Maybe try and do something secretly that you weren’t supposed to do?”
That got a laugh from Samantha. “Sure I did. I snuck out late at night sometimes, did some things they wouldn’t necessarily have approved of, especially considering where they worked and where I went to school.”
“A Catholic high school if I recall from the questionnaire?”
“Yes, a Catholic high school. The nuns always looked at me a little sideways. Probably because the priests shared things I’d said in confessional.”
“I doubt that, Samantha. Priests are duty bound to keep in secret that which they hear in the sacrament of the confessional.”
“And just how do you know?”
“Practicing Catholic. Been a good Catholic man all my life.”
Samantha paused, taking a deep breath. “Well...interesting I guess.”
“So...getting back to our work here...have you always rebelled against the rules?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there are boundaries in life, some obvious, others not so much, but still boundaries all the same.”
“Of course.”
“Do you respect those boundaries?”
Samantha again paused, thinking. “I try to, but I’m not always the best at it.”
The doctor looked at Samantha, considering her response before scrawling a note on the notepad. “Not the response I expected.”
Samantha sat up a bit straighter in her chair. “What answer did you expect?”
“Well, to be honest, I thought your answer would be a simple no...but, I was wrong.” The good doctor looks down at his watch. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to delve into that next time, as time is up for today.”
Samantha stood, looking at the therapist. “Secretary call me again?”
“Yes, Miss Tolson, she’ll be in touch. I will see you next time.”
Samantha slowly exited the office, but not before stopping to turn and look at the back of the doctor’s head, shaking her own as if she was confused by the newest session.
The doctor, however, didn’t notice, but instead wrote a note at the bottom of the page…
Boundaries...she seems to understand the concept, but actually recognizing them and applying that knowledge also seems to escape her….
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“So now after all these months, Megan, here we are. You and I, finally together in the ring.”
“I remember, Megan. I remember every single syllable of slander you’ve leveled at me, and that I told you that a day would come where I’d make you eat every single last one of those words.”
“That day, Megan, is now at hand. And I am going to enjoy extracting every ounce of pain from you I can draw. I am going to show you, first hand, front and goddamn center, that I am one of the absolute best in the world.”
“See, while you’ve been content to stay down in FSW over in EWC, holding a championship that you should have discarded for bigger and better things a long, long time ago, I don’t shy away from the big fight. I’m not the big fish in a tiny pond.”
“No, Megan, I’m the big fish in the goddamned big pond, bitch.”
“Here, in Premier Fighting, you can’t hide. You can’t stay where it’s comfortable, where it’s easy.”
“It’s sink or swim here.”
“And if you think for one hot second when it comes to the Diamonds Championship that I’m going to let you, of all people in this company, put your pathetic little paws on it, you seriously have another think coming.”
“Call yourself whatever you want. Otaki. Megan Treamon. No one worth a goddamn in this sport gives a single fuck about it.”
“But I will tell you what they call me.”
“Dangerous. Deadly. One of the hardest hitters in the world regardless of gender.”
“I’m the real mother fucking deal, Megan. I’m the one that your little bitch buddy couldn’t beat without help. I’m the one that helped teach Maggie exactly how to beat you in her first-ever wrestling match. I’m the one who looks at you and sees you for what you truly are.”
“A joke. A pathetic, scared little child, unable to understand what it takes to truly be something special in this sport.”
“That FSW Championship you have Megan?”
“That’s going away soon. I can smell it. I can feel it down in my bones every bit as much as I can feel the fact that you’re not going to beat me.”
“You’re going to talk a big, big game soon. I know you will. It’s the way you operate, isn’t it?”
“But the fact of the matter is, when the spotlight gets the hottest, when the matches matter the most and when the big money’s on the line, you wither and fade like peony bushes on the first of June.”
“So come Affliction, Megan, while you’re busy trying to find a way to get out of our little skirmish the quickest and easiest way you can, I’m going to enjoy slapping you around the ring. I’m going to absolutely relish every time I chop you in the chest, every time I kick you in your ribs, and each and every fucking time I drop you on the back of your little purple fucking head.”
“Because it’s about time you learned a harsh lesson, Megan.”
“When you play with fire, eventually you’re going to get burned.”
“Only in this case, you’ve chosen for a long while to play around with me.”
“Which means I’m going to stand there with my hand raised in victory Tuesday night, and I’m going to look down on you and I’m going to laugh as the Purple Haired Dynamo is nothing more than a Big Purple Stain on the canvas.”
“See you in the Mid-Hudson, bitch.”
Last Edit: Dec 18, 2017 5:12:14 GMT -5 by Samantha Tolson: Missed a tag...my bad
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…an Australian lingerie shop. The twenty-three year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Otaki momentarily drifts her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tomorrow night, in my first match since losing the Hardcore Championship, I get to face some Samantha Tolson girl in the first round of this Diamonds Championship Tournament, which itself will crown the inaugural Diamonds Champion. I guess the fact I’m the longest reigning Hardcore Champion kind of makes it obvious why I am in this tournament. If anything I would dare to say that I’m the biggest star entering this tournament. And it doesn’t help that I’ve been given the rough equivalent of a bye into the very next round…maybe Premier Fighting needs someone like me to win this tournament and hold their Diamonds Championship?
However I ain’t stupid…there are loads of people who probably think that I can only fare well in a bout that has no rules. Who probably thinks that The Queen of Chaos is a one trick pony. And who probably thinks that I’m going to be as disappointing in this tournament as I was in the one that crowned Teo-Jakobah as Premier Champion. To be honest…I don’t blame them for thinking all of those things. For that first round, crushing, defeat demolished, demoralised and devastated me…but then I won the Hardcore Championship. It was like a second wind, for – within the realm of chaos – the old me returned, took over said realm and crowned myself as its Queen.
Sure, I’ve had my throne stolen from me…but dear Eavan Maloney is the Denethor to my Aragorn. She’s only keeping my throne warm for me until I come take it back. But first I’ve got to focus on become the very first Diamonds Champion, which means using this easy bye to give myself new momentum into conquering the rest of this tournament. Hm? Why am I buying underwear? To get some gifts to help celebrate my victory tomorrow night.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Otaki has something planned to help her win this upcoming match against Sam Tolson. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Treamon will exhibit.
“Oh? Is this considered me disrespecting Samantha Tolson? So what if it is? What is she going to do about it? Spank me? Considering her record she’d probably enjoy that way too much. After all, most of her success has been from cheating on one girlfriend to stealing someone’s wife. Wow, no shame at all or what. I mean, how long ago did she leave Magdalena again? And she has already taken someone’s bride away. Hm…never know, maybe that is what she learned off her trainer Ryan Corey, whoever that desperate loser is. What? Isn’t he desperate? Bullshit, he has to be completely desperate to take on such a tramp for a student. A tramp, did I just call Samantha Tolson a tramp?
Of fucking course I did.
The only bit of size advantage she has over me is her weight and clearly known of it went into intellect…or common decency by counts of what she has been doing. I mean, who else complains so much about losing by unusual methods and then go silent if ever accused of said methods? And then, somewhere between one or two days after I disclose my interest in a Hardcore Championship rematch, she comes barrelling in and trying – ever so pitifully might I add – to get Eavan to want to fight her. But hey, with a track record like hers – including the time she claimed to have never been in the building when she was made to tap out – decency is clearly a foreign concept to her. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if Samantha starts claim some random crap about how ‘Otaki was dodgy’, ‘Otaki cheated’ and ‘Otaki is mean to me’.
You know what? Because I’m feeling nice, I’ll play this game between us as fair and square as imaginable. After all, what kind of excuses can Sam make when – to borrow a phrase Maloney tweeted – I beat her in ‘Tolson Rules’?”
While saying her first batch of words the twenty-three year old walks into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘of fucking course I did’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out steps The Emo Princess. The first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the Purple Haired Dynamo slowly walks over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hips to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon the Englishwoman’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look-”
Otaki giggles for a moment before smiling in a rather evil manner.
“-but I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on giving the so-called ‘Hardcore Queen of Suplex Nation’ throughout the Mid-Hudson Civic Center. Hell I may even rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Tolson’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for a live action Nightmare Before Christmas. What? Is that too hardcore for my upcoming opponent to handle? Then she cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since no one gives a single rat’s arse about her. Oh? What about her successes in other companies?
Didn’t two of those companies like die or something? What about her Championship reigns outside Premier Fighting? So what? I’ve been Champion in other companies – one of said Championships I plan to hopefully successfully defend tonight before kicking Sammy’s ass from pillar to post – but I don’t intend to brag about any of that at any point here. Why is that you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. I don’t brag about my Championship accolades elsewhere because, at the end of the day, they are done elsewhere…not in Premier Fighting. And, at the end of the day, your success in Premier Fighting such be what matters, not elsewhere. And what has Samantha Tolson achieved in Premier Fighting?”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bitch with the way she is trying to make her opponent’s accomplishments meaningless…however the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth.
“Your silence is the answer.”
With those words the young Brit comes back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two Pokéballs while her panties were pure white with another Pokéball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokémon fan, it was rather obvious – at least to those that know the young woman – that she would choose to model this pair.
“Samantha entered the Premier Championship tournament as one of the odds on favourites to win and she chokes against she waste disposal reject. She took her eye off the ball in a triple threat match, something only an idiot would do. She couldn’t even defeat Paula Pina, who has a lot less training than her, in her debuting match in Premier. But hey, at least Miss Tolson can defeat Draven – whoever that person is – and a complete rookie. So she has at least two odd things she said she has achieved.
Now look at that and then look at me. Yes, I lost in the same tournament but it was to the eventual winner, which is always better than losing to the runner up. But then I became the second ever Hardcore Champion. As well as the first Champion in Premier Fighting to successfully defend their Title and even went on to hold that Championship for a record setting fifty-seven days. And during those days I had to fend off the likes of those younger than me, larger than me and much stronger than me. You want to know why I, the Queen of Chaos, was able to do all this? Because I outsmarted them all, I outfought them all and I proved myself to be tougher than the lot of them.
‘Oh so what? Sam is so tough’, that’s probably what the five year olds who support her would say…and here is something I’ve got in response to that. Has she ever been knocked off a twenty foot ladder on multiple occasions? Has she been beaten with a chair so maliciously that she has gone unconscious? Has she been busted open on multiple occasions? Has she ever fought mixed martial artists in their own domain and won? Had she been thrown off a twenty foot cage, onto an announce table and then elbow dropped through said table?
Well has she?
No?
Then don’t go trying to convince me that she is tough enough to survive me.”
After the first couple sentences Otaki chooses to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model while doing so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be any more revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokémon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘survive me’ enter our ears the Queen of Chaos re-emerges from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since milky skinned woman is from England, as she makes her way over to the recording device in a rather seductive manner before speaking up.
“And before anyone mentions about Samantha claims of having a fearless mentality…I already know and, to be honest, I love it that way. For what is so fun for a cat when the mouse is too scared to do anything? I’d rather my mouse have the guts to stand up and fight…though, like the Miss Tolson will be against me tomorrow night, that mouse is going to get slaughtered no matter what she does as I not only take down my prey…but also go to the next round of the Diamonds Tournament in victory. And before anything starts feeling sorry for poor Miss Tolson…remember that, back when I was Hardcore Champion, she did say that she wanted a piece of me. So now she’s going to have more of me than she can ever handle.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-enters the booth the Purple Haired Dynamo words begins to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she mentions Diamonds Tournament the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approaches the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kisses the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“You want a fight, Samantha Tolson? Hehe-”
Her smile drops to a more serious expression.
“-be prepared for a war.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile returns but at a bigger size. It was also after saying those words that she walks away…however the camera turns to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tomorrow night? Or is her fiancée Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?