... The Call Out ...
Aug 18, 2020 8:02:57 GMT -5
mystifyingoracle, Mitch 'The Broken' Heart, and 1 more like this
Post by DistortedAmber on Aug 18, 2020 8:02:57 GMT -5
(Sorry in advance- this isn't my usual format or standard but I wanted to get a response out cause you guys absolutely deserve it. Also, I apologize that I haven't had a chance to do this sooner or be around much recently, I've been flat out IRL and I've barely had the chance to even stop by the boards since I posted my RP. Will endeavour to be around more but please do forgive me if I can't stop in as regularly cause I don't think my schedule is letting up anytime soon.
Love to all <3
Jazz
)
*click*
At first the footage is blurry, there’s some sky and part of a t-shirt in passing maybe as the footage continues to move and the sound of rummaging and less than subtle cursing at times under the breath until finally the footage settles and focuses as the Carnage World Champion manages to sort her shit long enough to get some usable footage.
It can be presumed that we’re on the balcony of Amber's apartment in Atlantic City, the footage being captured on a phone leaning against something as Amber drums her fingers on the tabletop idly while a time and date appears in the bottom hand corner signalling that this had been done several days prior to airing.
“No one ever said it would be easy being on top.”
Amber’s focus lingers on the far distance a little longer than what's probably necessary.
“Of course, if it were easy it wouldn’t be worth fighting for- would it?
None of us would be in the positions we place ourselves in time and time again if there wasn’t some gold at the end of the rainbow- that something that keeps us all moving forward, moving upwards when gravity would like to keep us firmly on our asses.
Thing is I guess being at the top, is that you hear everything… Sound carries long and it carries far in a world like this, it's hard to go anywhere without someone giving you a little ‘he said, she said’ as if you haven’t already heard it sixteen times that same day.”
With a slow, deliberate pivot the champion brings her attention towards the camera- the signature wry smirk creeping across her features.
“Safe to say then that when I start hearing my name getting tossed around- it's a little hard not to pay attention despite the fact I should really just keep my focus on how many times I can potentially revive Ken Davison before letting him die over and over again at We Are Relentless.
The answer is always more than you think by the way- just don’t ask me how I know…”
Her smile becomes more contemplative for a moment though, the customary evil glint in her eyes giving way to something a little more… human? Perhaps something a little less homicidal force of nature than usual perhaps.
“I’m gonna save everyone a lot of preamble here- I’m not going to sit here and tell stories about who I am and where I’ve come from. I’ve been a part of this company long enough that the people who know, already get it and those who don’t will soon learn…
Maybe I’m not around as much as I’d like to be- I won’t pretend like I don’t have other endeavours, that I haven’t allowed myself to get distracted and sidetracked recently- but that's just how this business works. To me though, this is an industry where you stand up and you represent what you believe in....”
Amber leans in a bit across the table, her fingers lazily drumming on the murky glass table top.
“I believe in competition kiddies- about making a place better for having been there and there's no better place to do that then from the top.
If you don’t think I heard Jon Willis calling out everyone possibly worth pissing off- I heard that call loud and clear, if you don’t think that I haven’t heard Zephyr Quinn dropping my name looking for her chance to be something more- think again cause it's been firmly on my mind.
If you don’t think that I haven’t paid attention to the guys on Twitter like Matt Knox saying that one day he wants his shot against me, and our own oversized vermin problem Zane King talking about chewing on my bones- don’t worry, your girl here has been taking notes.”
Her hand falls still on the tabletop, the rhythmic lazy drumming sound no longer creating like a white noise in the otherwise quiet background.
“Following We Are Relentless- whether I’m champion or whether I’m on the warpath to getting it back…You’ll get your shots, you’ll get your chance to prove yourselves and whether facing me gives you everything you ever wanted or whether it leaves you cold and hollow like most trying to follow a dream into reality.
Let me make one thing perfectly clear though- to all of you looking for a shot and to those who haven’t decided if they want one yet… Call me out all you like, you’ll get a fair and clean match unless circumstances deem otherwise…
"
Trailing off quietly, Amber takes a silent breath to compose herself before her voice drops to a dark whisper, the shiny glint in her eye more like a chunk of obsidian glimmering in the light.
“However.... if you come for my title or you get in my way of getting it back- I promise that I won’t hesitate for a moment to put any of you in the fucking ground. I’m a ‘by any means necessary’ kinda champion, a desperate and determined champion, a champion you have to hope you kill to get this belt or else I will haunt your every waking moment until it's mine again… I don’t give a fuck if you’re a white knight or a distorted angel- truth is- if you breathe... I can beat you.”
Leaning back, Amber exhales sharply into the air as though expecting venom or smoke to spill from her lips however she finds herself almost pensive as her held breath dissipates into the atmosphere. Her gaze falls into the distance once more distractedly, leaving the camera unable to tell which version of the rather unstable champion we’re left with.
“... You challenge me as a person, you get my best. You challenge me as a champion- you’ll get everything I have to give.”
With that, the feed goes dead and we’re left with nothing but an audible…
*click*
Love to all <3
Jazz
)*click*
At first the footage is blurry, there’s some sky and part of a t-shirt in passing maybe as the footage continues to move and the sound of rummaging and less than subtle cursing at times under the breath until finally the footage settles and focuses as the Carnage World Champion manages to sort her shit long enough to get some usable footage.
It can be presumed that we’re on the balcony of Amber's apartment in Atlantic City, the footage being captured on a phone leaning against something as Amber drums her fingers on the tabletop idly while a time and date appears in the bottom hand corner signalling that this had been done several days prior to airing.
“No one ever said it would be easy being on top.”
Amber’s focus lingers on the far distance a little longer than what's probably necessary.
“Of course, if it were easy it wouldn’t be worth fighting for- would it?
None of us would be in the positions we place ourselves in time and time again if there wasn’t some gold at the end of the rainbow- that something that keeps us all moving forward, moving upwards when gravity would like to keep us firmly on our asses.
Thing is I guess being at the top, is that you hear everything… Sound carries long and it carries far in a world like this, it's hard to go anywhere without someone giving you a little ‘he said, she said’ as if you haven’t already heard it sixteen times that same day.”
With a slow, deliberate pivot the champion brings her attention towards the camera- the signature wry smirk creeping across her features.
“Safe to say then that when I start hearing my name getting tossed around- it's a little hard not to pay attention despite the fact I should really just keep my focus on how many times I can potentially revive Ken Davison before letting him die over and over again at We Are Relentless.
The answer is always more than you think by the way- just don’t ask me how I know…”
Her smile becomes more contemplative for a moment though, the customary evil glint in her eyes giving way to something a little more… human? Perhaps something a little less homicidal force of nature than usual perhaps.
“I’m gonna save everyone a lot of preamble here- I’m not going to sit here and tell stories about who I am and where I’ve come from. I’ve been a part of this company long enough that the people who know, already get it and those who don’t will soon learn…
Maybe I’m not around as much as I’d like to be- I won’t pretend like I don’t have other endeavours, that I haven’t allowed myself to get distracted and sidetracked recently- but that's just how this business works. To me though, this is an industry where you stand up and you represent what you believe in....”
Amber leans in a bit across the table, her fingers lazily drumming on the murky glass table top.
“I believe in competition kiddies- about making a place better for having been there and there's no better place to do that then from the top.
If you don’t think I heard Jon Willis calling out everyone possibly worth pissing off- I heard that call loud and clear, if you don’t think that I haven’t heard Zephyr Quinn dropping my name looking for her chance to be something more- think again cause it's been firmly on my mind.
If you don’t think that I haven’t paid attention to the guys on Twitter like Matt Knox saying that one day he wants his shot against me, and our own oversized vermin problem Zane King talking about chewing on my bones- don’t worry, your girl here has been taking notes.”
Her hand falls still on the tabletop, the rhythmic lazy drumming sound no longer creating like a white noise in the otherwise quiet background.
“Following We Are Relentless- whether I’m champion or whether I’m on the warpath to getting it back…You’ll get your shots, you’ll get your chance to prove yourselves and whether facing me gives you everything you ever wanted or whether it leaves you cold and hollow like most trying to follow a dream into reality.
Let me make one thing perfectly clear though- to all of you looking for a shot and to those who haven’t decided if they want one yet… Call me out all you like, you’ll get a fair and clean match unless circumstances deem otherwise…
"
Trailing off quietly, Amber takes a silent breath to compose herself before her voice drops to a dark whisper, the shiny glint in her eye more like a chunk of obsidian glimmering in the light.
“However.... if you come for my title or you get in my way of getting it back- I promise that I won’t hesitate for a moment to put any of you in the fucking ground. I’m a ‘by any means necessary’ kinda champion, a desperate and determined champion, a champion you have to hope you kill to get this belt or else I will haunt your every waking moment until it's mine again… I don’t give a fuck if you’re a white knight or a distorted angel- truth is- if you breathe... I can beat you.”
Leaning back, Amber exhales sharply into the air as though expecting venom or smoke to spill from her lips however she finds herself almost pensive as her held breath dissipates into the atmosphere. Her gaze falls into the distance once more distractedly, leaving the camera unable to tell which version of the rather unstable champion we’re left with.
“... You challenge me as a person, you get my best. You challenge me as a champion- you’ll get everything I have to give.”
With that, the feed goes dead and we’re left with nothing but an audible…
*click*