Post by Deleted on May 6, 2013 0:30:33 GMT -5
Katie Matthews. Two small, delicate hands placed together. One balled into a fist, the other holding it and creating the sound of knuckles cracking. The head flips back, with the long flowing blonde locks belonging to it following suit. She opens her mouth to allow her tongue to lick her lips in anxious excitement. The soft voice whispers out of her throat, her light, formal accent dripping through her informal words.
"A chance to beat down on both the guys and the girls of the roster? Entering a battle royal that only two people have won in the past, myself being one of them? It's a bloody party. And with me in it, the emphasis is gonna be more on the bloody than the party."
The sound of a light chuckle escapes her mouth while the left side of her mouth shifts upwards into a slight smirk. Her arms shift behind her back as she begins movement, moving forward as her eyes roll upward, staring to the roof mindlessly. Even though her physical appearance gives the impression of her mind focusing elsewhere, her attention remains focused on the topic in hand.
"To me, it won't matter who's in this. Guy, girl, pal, bitch, everyone in the ring will be only thing to me. Giant targets. I don't care if I'm using my fists, my elbows, my knees, my boots or even my head to knock them out. They're not just going out, they're going down. I am not to be fucked with. So lemme just give one little warning to my "opponents" in the Riot. I was born in England so I have personal experience with the London riots. They will look like a bloody Facebook party compared to what I'm gonna do to you lot to win this match. I can guarantee there will be blood, there will be broken bones. There may even be a career getting ended."
She halts at a mirror. Looking into her blonde reflection, her previous smirk transitions, the left side of her mouth dropping down once more to form a look of grimace. Her head slowly leans forward, bumping into the mirror and stroking her forehead across it, like a feline to it's owner. Her hand raises up and connects with the glass, before balling into a fist once more. As she moves back from the mirror, she turns and prepares to throw the fist but hesitates and drops it. What worth is punching a dirty reflection, after all? Her head twists as her mouth contorts upwards, creating a morbid grin. Her tongue drifts outwards as the excitement in her voice rises.
"Well now, I guess it's time for me to cause some damage. The people are certainly in for a show when the bell rings. Let's get dangerous..."
Flinging her head forward, her hair follows suit and drifts over her face. She moves onward, eerie laughter echoing from her lips as her arms extend, stroking the walls while she moves into the shadows.
"A chance to beat down on both the guys and the girls of the roster? Entering a battle royal that only two people have won in the past, myself being one of them? It's a bloody party. And with me in it, the emphasis is gonna be more on the bloody than the party."
The sound of a light chuckle escapes her mouth while the left side of her mouth shifts upwards into a slight smirk. Her arms shift behind her back as she begins movement, moving forward as her eyes roll upward, staring to the roof mindlessly. Even though her physical appearance gives the impression of her mind focusing elsewhere, her attention remains focused on the topic in hand.
"To me, it won't matter who's in this. Guy, girl, pal, bitch, everyone in the ring will be only thing to me. Giant targets. I don't care if I'm using my fists, my elbows, my knees, my boots or even my head to knock them out. They're not just going out, they're going down. I am not to be fucked with. So lemme just give one little warning to my "opponents" in the Riot. I was born in England so I have personal experience with the London riots. They will look like a bloody Facebook party compared to what I'm gonna do to you lot to win this match. I can guarantee there will be blood, there will be broken bones. There may even be a career getting ended."
She halts at a mirror. Looking into her blonde reflection, her previous smirk transitions, the left side of her mouth dropping down once more to form a look of grimace. Her head slowly leans forward, bumping into the mirror and stroking her forehead across it, like a feline to it's owner. Her hand raises up and connects with the glass, before balling into a fist once more. As she moves back from the mirror, she turns and prepares to throw the fist but hesitates and drops it. What worth is punching a dirty reflection, after all? Her head twists as her mouth contorts upwards, creating a morbid grin. Her tongue drifts outwards as the excitement in her voice rises.
"Well now, I guess it's time for me to cause some damage. The people are certainly in for a show when the bell rings. Let's get dangerous..."
Flinging her head forward, her hair follows suit and drifts over her face. She moves onward, eerie laughter echoing from her lips as her arms extend, stroking the walls while she moves into the shadows.