Post by Ana Somnia on Apr 12, 2020 13:18:50 GMT -5
One can still hear traces of Halestorm’s “Vicious” humming through the walls of the EHWF Performance Gym and Amphitheater in Miami, Florida. Here, backstage, employees of the company are scrambling around, breaking down sets and cleaning up after the spectacle of EHWF’s Meltdown pay-per-view concluded its emanance. Their attention, however, is usurped when IBW World Champion and still EHWF Champion Ana Somnia storms into the backstage area past Gorilla Position. Her skin glistens under a night’s worth of a sheen of sweat, though she appears somewhat unscathed, unscathed at least for her. It is not her own blood staining multiple areas on her gear, but that of her five victims in the Meltdown Chamber, and the glint in her eyes suggests she is, in fact, cognizant of this notion. She approaches a camera, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow before furrowing it and narrowing her eyes. Adjusting the title on her shoulder, Somnia snickers arrogantly and addresses the camera explosively.
“I TOLD Y’ALL THIS WAS GONNA’ HAPPEN,” she roars. “But none’a y’all listened... Since before the ink on my contract was even dry, I’ve been goin’ above an’ beyond just throwin’ the writin’ on the walls. From THE VERY BEGINNIN’... From the very beginnin’ I told each an’ every one’a y’all I’m on a warpath. I told y’all I’d be WALKIN’ ARMAGEDDON; every time you’d see my face you’d know I’d LEAVE NOTHIN’ IN MY WAKE! You chose not to heed my warnin’, not one of ‘em… Every drop’a blood I just spilled ‘cross the mat, ‘cross that cold steel? Y’all’ve got NOBODY TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!” Ana nods emphatically, visibly animated by her successful defense tonight. “All I’ve heard since my challengers— since my victims were named? Was that everythin’ I’ve done so far, it’s just a hot start... It’s gotta’ end sometime, don’t it? Well TONIGHT WASN’T THE TIME, Y’ALL! I put to sleep five’a this company’s so called best, four of ‘em personally, because there’s a reason I won this here EHWF Championship in the first place, an’ an even bigger reason I’m still EHWF Champion... An’ it’s that the Goddess’a War is SECOND TO NONE! An’ when you’re second to none, the best pound-for-pound combat athlete on the PLANET, an’ possess an insatiable bloodlust like mine? Standin’ tall at the end’a every show wearin’ someone else’s blood an’ both’a my titles held high over my head? It’s second nature... But in that same breath? That means gettin’ jumped from behind, it’s… It’s second nature, too.”
Ana shakes her head, briefly glancing off down the corridor off frame before adjusting the title on her shoulder again. When she reunites her gaze with the camera, her upper lip twitches in disdain and the mint green in her eyes dances ablaze. She snarls as she continues her resentful rhetoric, her eyes narrowing as she does so.
“Which brings me to you, Killer,” hisses the Bitch Incarnate. “Somethin’ you learned for yourself tonight’s that even after startin’ the Meltdown Chamber as the first person in the ring? Even after goin’ through that whole bloodbath start to finish an’ overwhelmin’ each an’ every other person inside? It’s gonna’ take a whole lot more’n just crackin’ me upside the back’a my skull. Somethin’ you oughta’ learned from watchin’ the Chamber — if you weren’t too busy cryin’ backstage ‘bout losin’ your title — was that people were wrong in thinkin’ I was locked in there with five challengers... Because THEY WERE LOCKED IN THERE WITH ME! An’ after what you tried pullin’ tonight, сука? You’d best run an’ hide as far an’ as low as you can, because you’ve replaced all five’a the names they elected to feed to me inside that cage… An’ when there’s blood on your name an’ the Huntress is stalkin’ you like the prey you are?” Somnia pauses to give a dry chuckle, a devilish grin spreading across her arterial red lips for a moment. “Well... I’ll tell you what I told Thea Nefeli, what I told Emilio Gonzalos, what I told Cliff Maxwell, what I told James Champ, Mia Ronoldi, an’ Zoe McDraven... If this here EHWF Championship is what you’re after? You’re gonna’ have to go through me... But goin’ through me brings WAR down on your head… It brings a bloody, violent, an’ unnervin’ fight to your doorstep, one there ain’t been a single person in combat to survive. Despite your belly-achin’, despite you restin’ on your laurels, an’ despite all’a the self-aggrandizin’ delusions’a grandeur, you ain’t ‘boutta’ be the one to change that. An’ when you’re lyin’ there on the mat, the color drainin’ from your eyes an’ the life drainin’ from your chest… Lyin’ there covered in blood, lookin’ up at the smile on my face an’ the title held over my head? You’re gonna’ wish you’d done what ALL’A THESE PEOPLE TONIGHT OUGHTA’ HAVE DONE... Heed my warnin’... Because after I do exactly what I’ve said I’m gonna’ do to you, Killer? I ain’t modest enough not to look ya’ in your eye an’ tell ya’... I told you so. So savor what time you’ve got left on this planet… Because I’m comin’ for you, сука... An’ I ain’t restin’ ‘til I’ve got your skull on my mantle.”
With this, Ana storms past the camera and struts out of view. We watch her disappear into the distance, hips swaying with arrogance, and our scene fades to black with the somewhat disquieting understanding that the Russian’s reign of terror has only just begun.
