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| Sophie's First & Last Stand.... [Puma Rhyse vs Sophie Harrington] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 30 2015, 02:48 AM (26 Views) | |
| Post #1 Nov 30 2015, 02:48 AM | Rob |
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The scene was an old one for the dark haired, pale skinned Puma Rhyse as she stood with her back against a brick wall. She wore a white tank top, combat fatigues and boots, tap wrapped around her fists. Between her fingers rested a smoldering, thin cigarillo, which she promptly brought to her lips to take a quick drag from. She let the smoke pass through her nostrils shortly after to allow the camera to drink in her appearance. Her arms were a valley of small cuts and scars, a prominent burn scar ran along the right side of her neck and jawline, right up to a mutilated ear that she did nothing to conceal. Anywhere there was exposed skin sported small nicks, cuts, and pock marks. Oddly enough, aside from the burn scar, she only had one noticeable split that ran at an angle across her upper and lower lip. "Tora Solgaard beat me, but despite her youth and physical conditioning, she didn't walk away unscathed, " she spoke with a rasped, damaged voice. "I give her respect for taking some of my best moves, but sadly, she still needs to learn some respect. So believe me when I say this, if she doesn't win the contendership match she has coming up, she'll in for another date with me and it'll be on my terms." Puma took flicked some ash from her cigarillo and brought it back to her lips for another smooth drag of the cherry flavored tobacco. She released a cloud of smoke along with a soothed exhale. Her hazel blue eyes did not falter in the steady, angered gaze she gave. "No more rules, " She stated, "Sophie Harrington will be an example of what's coming your way, Tora. I don't give a flying fuck about winning, just making a point. If I happen to win, good for me, but that isn't the goal of this little exercise." Puma paused and lifted her foot to prop it against the wall. She folded her arms across her chest, giving the cigarillo another flick. The ashes fluttered to the floor to be added to the previous deposit. "Sophie, my precious little flower, I'm going to preface this by saying that I am so very, very sorry for you. You see you got the shitty end of the stick here by being placed in this match against me. You're taking the brunt of my anger for some other bitch's transgression. You're a nice girl, though a bit on the quiet side," She partook another hit of her thin cigar and dabbed more ashes upon the floor. "I truly feel for you, " She admitted, "but at the same time, you disrespected this business and promotion by no-showing on us after all that talk and hype." Sighing softly, Puma shook her head. "I don't know why and to be honest, I don't fucking care, " She said with the bluntness of a wrench to the skull. "You're going to learn a lesson at the expense of your looks, your health, and your peace of mind. You may not even be able to walk after I'm finished teaching this lesson, but I promise you it'll be one you never forget. You are a wrestler and something even the most incompetent piece of shit is capable of doing is showing up for a show to wrestle. If you can't even get off your dead ass and come to the arena for your debut, then what good are you?" "I'm not a headliner. I don't have a fuck ton of hype and nobody offers me top dollar for my services. Beautiful people like you, on the other hand, have it all given to you on a platter made of platinum with inlaid gold and silver, " She spat out with disgust and venom on her tongue. She inhaled more smoke from her cigarillo and took a moment to hold it in her lungs. Puma then let the gray cloud billow from between her lips before she continued on, "It's whores like you that piss me off. You prance around in tiny little outfits, talk yourself up, and then don't do jack shit when the opportunity is given. Sophie Harrington, fuck you and everything you represent. I'm going to fucking show these little girls what real hardcore looks like and turn something beautiful into a puddle of blood, piss, shit, tears, and broken dreams." Finally down to the filter on the cigar, Puma put it out upon the palm of her hand and flicked the butt down. With a push of her foot, she shoved herself forward off the wall and walked up to the camera. The view finder lifted to keep her face in the shot. "So while I am sorry that you find your pampered, helpless ass in my hands, I won't be sorry for what I do to you. Win, lose, or draw, you're gonna' suffer. They won't be talking about what JJ Brine did to Brandi Blaze. They'll be talking about Puma Rhyse ending a promising twenty three year old Sophie Harrington's career and scarring her for life." Puma lowered down onto her knees and took the camera into her hands, her right one caressing the edge of the lens gently. "Ssshhhh," she cooed softly,"It'll be ok, Sophie. You won't die." She leaned in toward the lens, face to face with pure intimacy. "You'll just be begging me to kill you by the end of the match, " Puma planted a kiss upon the glass that smudged the view and gave it a dream like quality. With a surprisingly warm smile, she patted the camera and rose. She turned on one foot and stepped out of view, the scene now ended with a fade to black. |
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