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| Post #1 Oct 9 2015, 04:43 PM | Valkyrie |
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A room away from it all within the halls of the Omega Academy, set aside from the main three ring circus as the students and staff affectionately referred to the main training hall as, containing three seperate rings. With the Omega Academy logo on a white wall, was Valkyrie. The Great Dane Bitch. 6'1 in height and around two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle. The camera set up was positioned in front of her, clad in a black bikini top to show off her chiseled physique and black compression shorts, the Dane leant back against the backdrop with a visibly annoyed look on her face. ”A four way dance. A match I'm no stranger to and I can tell you all, that you might think it plays to your advantage, but the truth of the matter is, that I excel in matches where it should be all take out the giant and fight it out for yourselves. Truth be told though I doubt the four of you between you could organize a pissup in a meadery. I'm counting Looney Tunes multiple personality disorder into that figure but considering that I think most people on the roster just want to wrap their hands around Holly's throat and stop once she turns a lovely shade of blue that someone could take to a paint scanner and use her as a sample to mix that shade up.” ”But before I speak about each of you individually, I'll cover the game I've been playing over Twitter. Pick A Bodypart, if you've paid attention, then you'll have seen the suggestions I've taken. Erica had the genius idea of suggesting the Left Eardrum to me in the game and it gave me the inspiration to take out her hearing in that left side. As for Holly, I got No Balled on a comment through Direct Message when I said I wanted to destroy the implants in your tits and ass. Saying I don't have the balls to do something like that is a red rag to this bull. And then we have Jessie, the only one in the match who so far hasn't managed to piss me off in the slightest... part of your leg is going to go goodbye.” ”The irony of the game though is Erica didn't wait for the reasoning to it. That made me laugh and it might just cause her an injury that comes with a lot of shots to the head. And considering how I like striking people in the head... I might just perform a Concussion Induced Lobotomy on you and take you out of the Pitt with ease. Might disappoint a lot of people, might make others happy. To be honest though, I don't give two fucks about the feelings of anyone besides my family, those who have inducted me into their clan and regard me as blood, or those who I'm dating. I know part of my blood clan are going to be at the show, and I have a sinking suspicion that I have three relatives coming over from Denmark to watch me live for the first time.” She stretched out a hand, without any warning, a loud caw of a raven was heard, the large black bird, glossy feather ruffling landed on her hand and worked its way along the arm until it rested on the shoulder, bear picking at the Dane's hair. ”But that brings me onto each of you. And Holly, bad news Kusselort is that I'm starting with you. The one woman who automatically assumes that she's better enough to go straight to the number one contendership with one win. Congratulations, you're more delusional than Michelle Taylor is. One win doesn't make you a conquerer, and considering that you have a loss to Isis Moraeles, my good friend and tag team partner from GPW... Well the half of the Goddesses Of Dominance who now resides in the Pitt is going to finish what the Titaness didn't. You'd have been better doing a blumpkin job on DeBlanc than getting this delusion of grandeur that because you are Holly Hotbody gets you anywhere.” ”I can make the assumption that I've done more graft than you have to get to where I am. I might be willing to bend and break the rules as much as you are but I know how to make anyone squeal like a stuck pig, and I'll make you bleed and swell up like a pig when I'm through with every single strike. I'm going to take my boot and by the time the bell rings, saline will be working its way out of each implant, the two in your tits and the ones in each ass cheek. You cannot tell anyone to their eye that you aren't surgically enhanced, but one piss test confirms that my muscles are not only authentic, but that I'm steroid free and one hell of a gifted competitor. Tougher than you are and if you think for a single second that you can sit out on the outside and pick up the scraps, then I'm going to bounce your head and face off anything I can find at ringside. There's no countouts in a match like this, and I'm dying for a reason to send someone for the plunge off a balcony. Top of the list of names is you right now. I don't focus on looking pretty or opening my legs to get around. I'm a warrior and I will unleash Ragnarok upon you.” Reaching up to stroke the ravens feathers, the bird cawed out loudly, almost appearing to say ”Skull!” repeatedly, before nuzzling against Valkyrie's neck. ”Next we have Jessie Roberts, possibly the only person looking forward to fighting me in the ring. I'm going to make you regret that thought on the way to the championship. I'm not interested in respect and I'm not interested in making friends like I did in GPW. Friends and allies held me back from taking the top gold, when I was the first person to pin Jo McFarland who at the time was the Champion. Friends and allies will use you to their advantage so long as you let them and if you value my respect, you'll appreciate that logic sooner rather than later.” ”Respect earned from me involves being utterly ruthless, not caring about what people say or think and beating the everloving shit out of whoever is closest to hand. When I apply the pressure, you'll bend like everyone else and when I turn up the gas to cook at a higher temperature, you'll burn like the rest. You might think me something of a fanatic, but the Gods I worship and regard as the true higher powers in life respect martial might. Only true warriors go to Valhalla, and true warriors don't give a fuck in their legend. History is after all, written by the winners, and the Skjalds and historians alter the tales to suit those who won and deny all the shit they did to get to where they want to get to.” ”Skulls! Blood!” The raven cawed louder than before, though showing it had learnt another word from being in close proximity to it's mistress. ”Quiet my dear Lukas...” a hand moved to ruffle the neck feathers, the bird leaning against the hand. Valkyrie paused a moment. ”Then we have Erica, the multiple minded lunatic of the party. Looney Tunes as I referred to her earlier. Your experience means little to me, when I've gone up against veterans of both genders and beaten them soundly. You can claim to have been around the block a few times and seen everything, but until you've seen a woman upend a five hundred pounder like a cruiserweight and drop him skull first onto a chair, then you really haven't seen everything. Until you've seen four Joshi pin a gaijin on the mat, piling on top of her and they all get pressed off with ease, you've not seen everything. I don't claim to have seen everything, but I experienced both of those incidents first hand, during my time in Japan in the Omega Gauntlet. Probably one of the reasons I'm successful in this line of work. When you find yourself against multiple opponents swinging weapons at your skull, you do what you need to survive.” ”For a bit of history, the Gauntlet is eight bookings back to back potentially, eight days with a match each night according to the booking of the promotor, the Gaijin tend to get it more difficult than the natives. First night I was there, they saw me and put me against two veterans who I overpowered, the second night that number doubled. You can go around claiming you've done this and how you're the damn bridesmaid, but to me, that tells me that you are nowhere close to being pragmatic enough to be a Champion nor having the guts to hold the belt for any length of time. Now that I don't have the bonds of being held back by a boss who wants her best friend to hold the Championship, I can be as pragmatic as I need to be to live up to my promise and take The Pitt Championship contender spot and then the belt itself.” ”There's no one woman in the Pitt, be she living or dead, fat or skinny, solo or alone who can stop me in my tracks. I proved to Melinda Rhodes that I can take her best shot and survive... So if any of you bitches or the Kusselort want to step up and take a shot, then you'll be fighting it out like the rest, because there is no one who can survive the wrath of the Great Dane Bitch...” As the camera faded to black, the raven's caws could be heard distinctly. ”Skulls! Blood! Bitch!” |
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