Post by Ana Somnia on Jan 31, 2020 18:01:52 GMT -5
“I'm not alone— I got the Devil and he's coming, too,
coming through to straight motherfucking bury you.
Someone's gonna die
and I'm fucking bulletproof.
I’m fucking bulletproof.”
Hollywood Undead
CLICK! We open on the back of a woman’s head. Her hair is a hot toffee shade, and as our camera slowly pulls backward, zooming out so as to reveal the entirety of our setting, we find the woman’s taut frame cloaked in a black reefer coat. This woman stands on the balcony of a hotel room here in our nation’s capital, Washington in the District of Columbia, overlooking this late afternoon’s sun on its progressive descent below the horizon. As the woman rests one hand on either side of herself on the railing preventing her from tumbling to hear death many stories below, our camera methodically rotates and alters its position so as to frame for us the profile of none other than IBW World Champion and ALPHA Women’s Champion Ana Somnia. The lack of roseyness in her cheeks suggests she is either accustomed to the cold by nature or has not stood in the elements for very long as she does now. Soon, she shakes her head and flicks her mint-green eyes to the camera, the rest of her sultry visage following suit with an ominous delay. Once the Huntress settles her gaze and focus fully on the camera, she narrows her eyes and chuckles humorlessly before parting her lips and giving utterance to her venomous vitriol.
“While I am disappointed,” begins the Bantamweight Bruiser. “While I am disappointed, I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew what I signed up for when I put my name on the dotted line, knew what I was gettin’ myself into by comin’ here to EHWF. I knew it would take all’a the patience I got to endure dealin’ with each an’ every one’a these never-have-beens week in an’ week out, because in order for me to truly build this here company in my own image? In order for me to be this company the way a World Champion’s supposed to? The way Zoe McDraven simply ain’t capable’a bein’? I gotta’ rip the cancer on out, root an’ stem. I’ve gotta’ bring the entire temple on down on the heads’ anyone an’ everyone standin’ in my way, in the way’a progress... I’ve gotta’ raze the fields that’ve grown rank, y’all… To provide for new growth... New growth this company desperately needs. New growth only I am capable’a providin’.” Somnia nods, turning her frame so as to orient her shoulders more squarely toward the camera. This gives us a chance to see the rest of her ensemble, which includes a white button-down top with the top few buttons undone and a black pair of jeans with a Double-G Gucci Belt. “I started this work the way ya’ oughta’ start a prison sentence, by goin’ after the ugliest, meanest, toughest sumbitch in the place an’ knockin’ their reputation right on down their throat. I took on Emilio Gonsalvos, an’ despite there not bein’ a doubt in his mind or the mind’a the powers that be backstage that I’d fall short… Because I’m a woman, because the жирная сука outweighs me by over three hundred pounds, because’a somethin’ else… Whatever the reason y’all had for doubtin’ me, I made those doubts turn to ash on y’all’s tongues. I made ya’ choke on your words,” snickers the arrogant Ana Somnia. “An’ as much as I’d like to put elbow after elbow after ELBOW into y’all’s skulls ‘til ya’ tell me how that crow tastes, right now all that matters is what comes next... An’ what comes next is Thea Nefeli.”
Ana now rests her elbow on the railing, her opposite hip picking up the majority of her weight at the angle of her position. She furrows her brow slightly as she narrows her eyes, a soft chuckle humming through her lips as she composes her thoughts briefly. Once she has done so successfully, she sighs and shrugs with her facial expression serving as its own miniaturized shrug, itself. With a soft snarl, the Slavic Submission Specialist continues her hateful and imperious rhetoric.
“Even if what comes next were gonna’ be Thea AN’ her joyridin’ partner,” she elaborates. “She STILL wouldn’t have a chance’a beatin’ me. Y’see, y’all, I’m a woman on a mission. I ain’t just breakin’ bodies an’ minds out here for the fun of it — an’ fun it is — I’m doin’ every single thing I do for a reason. That’s just one’a the countless examples’a why I’m already a better EHWF Champion than Zoe McDraven before I even actually am Champion, ya’ understand? Thea Nefeli, though, she ain’t got that kinda’ conviction. She ain’t got the heart, the work ethic, the bloodlust. She ain’t got the skill, the talent, the capability. Truth be told?” Ana bows her head forward so as to peer up through her forebodingly furrowed brow to supply additional gravity to her demeanor. “Her bones? They just ain’t got the strength to resist SNAPPIN’ IN HALF once I get my hands on ‘em… An’ if she can’t stop me then, how’s she gonna’ stop me from rippin’ her apart, piece by piece, limb by limb, an’ usin’ those same limbs to SPLATTER HER ACROSS THE MAT?! An’ if that уродливая сука шлюха Nina Chanel wants to try her hand at stoppin’ me, at backin’ up her comrade? I’LL USE THEA’S BLOOD AS THE PAINT AN’ THE HAIR ON NINA’S SEVERED HEAD AS A PAINTBRUSH! Because THAT’s what’s required’a World Champions... An’ it’s somethin Emilio, Nina, Thea, an’ even Zoe ain’t willin’ to do… Ain’t capable’a doin’...” Somnia’s voice trails off slightly as she turns from the camera and shakes her head disdainfully. “An’ all’a those shortcomin’s, they’re not exclusive to just those суки... No. Y’see, it’s a disease coursin’ through the veins’a this here company. It’s a fatal flaw runnin’ rampant through EHWF’s roster. But now that I’m here, y’all, the only thing runnin’ rampant through our roster’s gonna’ be ME. Just like I did in MMA,” continues Slavic Steel with contempt, “just like I did in Pro Wrestlin’ Revolution, just like I did in Premier Wrestlin’ Federation, just like I did in World Wrestlin’ Headquarters, in Motor City Wrestlin’, in New Era Wrestlin’, in International Brutal Wrestlin’, in ALPHA Wrestlin’, in NIKE PRO COMBAT... An’ just like I have in all’a those places, I’m gonna’ do it at the expense’a those who ain’t deserve what they’ve got, people like Thea Nefeli... People like Zoe McDraven. An’ once I’m through puttin’ ‘em all to sleep once an’ for all, each an’ every fan throwin’ their money at EHWF is gonna’ be BEGGIN’ the company to bring me, the undisputed EHWF Champion, some competition that can actually hold its own against the likes’a me… If it even exists.” After a brief pause, Ana wraps her thoughts up in a sordid bow. “But since it certainly ain’t exist here in EHWF at the moment, consider this your one an’ only warnin’, Thea… If you make the pilgrimage on down to that ring tomorrow night, it’s career suicide… Becuase when ya’ get in the ring with the Goddess’a War? When ya’ get into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
With this, Somnia smirks and storms past the camera, disappearing into her hotel room as our shot fades to black. As our video comes to a close, we are left with one question: is Somnia all talk or are her actions and successes of the past month indicative of what is to come?
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1,116 — SATURDAY NIGHT MAYHEM — NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP — v. THEA NEFELI
an ana somnia roleplay
