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"Heli-Clopter"; Suerte's address to to Rave and Mercer
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Topic Started: Feb 19 2015, 11:26 PM (91 Views)
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Feb 19 2015, 11:26 PM
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The scene fades in on a bust shot of the tallest woman in wrestling today. The Sacramento Sequoia, the Womanbeast. Suerte Dominador. She stares at the camera in silence for several awkward moments unblinking before she unfreezes her face with an alarming, dubious grin.
Suerte: There has been words...
Suerte starts, sighing out a breath, she closes her eyes.
Suerte: There has been threats, posturing and not a couple of unkind blows traded.
Shaking her head and sniggering, Suerte opens her eyes and beams at the camera.
Suerte: I am, of course, referring to Raven and Mercer. You see, when I came back, I thought I would be having Reese Lynch's head between my palms, my fingers digging into his scalp while his eyes bug out of his head like something from Scanners. But no. He ditched me for melodrama and whores, but Mercer was gentlemen enough to come to a girl's rescue...
The smile disappears.
Suerte: He wanted my attention, and for a moment, my world was sunshine again. Someone needed my hands and body for the violent ministrations of the flesh...undivided attention from dark, intense eyes roved me over...and Raven, you took that from me...
Words end and a low growl emanates from Suerte's vocal cords.
Suerte: Once again, what is mine is so quickly taken. What I enjoy is so soon ruined. You inserted yourself into my time, into Mercer's intentions, into OUR match!
Practically snarling, Suerte's eyes burn a glare into the camera lens.
Suerte: You hate me. Fine. I want to turn you into a quadriplegic, but I stay my hands. My powerful, powerful hands, because you are a human being. But I may not this next time Raven. This will be it for me and you. I am tired of your presence, your face, your smell, your voice casting shade on my nice things. Nice things I can't have with you around!
Slowly, Suerte's right hand rises into camera view, fingers held together tightly.
Suerte: As for Mercer, I can give him what he asked for. Hot and heavy, and if you want, you can watch, Raven. I'm going to hog all the attention I can get before I cripple you at Blackout. I ended Prima's career with a single blow and one Suplex and I had nothing really against her...
Suerte relaxes her hand from the chop and points in at the camera.
Suerte: But you and I have history. I could end you with a chop and a Suplex as well, but for my own personal elation, I think I'll drag the whole damn thing out. Give Mercer something exciting to watch before we play.
Hand dropping out of frame, Suerte leans towards the camera, face forming into a grim, unkind smile.
Suerte: See you at Blackout, Raven. Looking forward to you, Mercer...
The scene fades to black on Suerte puckering a kiss at the camera.
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Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...

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