Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on May 13, 2017 22:58:08 GMT -5
The scene begins with Morgan Davis leaving from her Black Range Rover in a tunneled parking lot filled with cars, wearing black mini dress, and heels that clicked when she strolled down the area. The cameraman rushes closer to her. She looks disgusted at first until she realizes who was in front of her. The GZWA crew. She already knew their purpose of being at her presence. She chuckles before making her statement.
“Oh, I’m sure you all are here for my opinion on the recent events. Well, I’m going to tell you.”
“Final Encounter. That loss. That was an extremely hard pill to swallow, especially since I had no part in causing the loss, but I knew that I could prevent it. Either way, after all of the hard work, I failed yet again at seizing the title, or a title at least. My reactions to that? Much like anyone who failed at something.”
“Was I Disappointed? Yes.”
“Sad? Yes.”
“Angry? Absolutely.”
“The difference is that instead of losing my confidence like before, I’m choosing to build myself back up again. Continue to persevere. At some point, everyone doesn’t achieve at their goals at an instant. Why? Because regardless of the outcome, it takes…..”
Morgan takes a moment to pause, because she knows that what she is going to say has been said time and time again. Patience was slimming down for a moment, before Morgan takes a moment to bring it back up by taking a deep breath, continuing with her choice of words.
“Dedication. Just keep on going as my family and friends would always tell me, and some of them definitely made sure to tell me that the day after. Someone even told me that I was robbed after that match happened.”Morgan laughs at that last statement.
“Just hearing about it made my negative emotions lift from my shoulders. The support was rather overwhelming to me. They see the growth in me. They see the frustrations. Regardless of my life, they see that I am capable of achieving greater things in the wrestling business.”
“And that will continue in this upcoming singles match on Primetime against Missy Sippy. Before I talk about my opponent, I need to address the booking of the match itself. Apparently, this was premeditated since the La Reinas tournament. That was a little inside scoop I heard from the grapevine around the vicinity *clears throat* Mariah- I just didn’t seem to understand the mentality they had when this was prepared. Were they expecting collard greens and country ham to be served at the table because of how “Southern” we are? What type of rodeo and line dancing were we supposed to give the people? Listen, I do take pride in trying to live up to the “Mouth of the South” name. Plus, Southern cultures are more rich and diverse from what is portrayed on television. There’s no way this wasn't discussed before.”
“Now my opinion on Mississippi herself, to put it bluntly, I don't know much about her, besides being known for being a caricature of herself, and killing chickens on national television. I would normally judge someone to did such gruesome actions like that, but who would I be? I would be a fried chicken eating hypocrite, and probably someone with an ancestor that would slap me on my face.
“So instead, I would rather go on a positive note. This is a fresh matchup, and I am all for that. This definitely won’t be some “hoe down” like these messy fools backstage want it to be. This will be just a regular singles match between two Vixens, and hopefully, this will be a smooth change of pace to get myself right back to that title shot again.”
“Because I sure as hell don’t want that chick Blake Harper to be champion for a long time. Everyone I stand for, she is against, and I cannot let that kind of disrespect go unscathed. Not when I'm so far ahead in the game.”
“But as far as Missy, I wish her good luck, because if Final Encounter didn’t kill me, not only should Miss Missy be worried, but everyone else as well.”
Morgan blows a kiss to the camera before she goes on her merry way to an elevator close by, which the camera rotates to. She pushes the button, waiting on the elevator doors to open. The cameraman, however, adds in a question..
”One question, Miss Davis. How do you feel about Missy Sippy and her racist comments towards you?”
While the Morgan looks back at the cameraman with astonishment as the doors open.
“Oh really?!”
Morgan enters the elevator, and pushes the button, presumably to a few floors above her with how low the button was.
”This company is full of it.”, she says to herself as the doors close and the camera fades to black.
“Oh, I’m sure you all are here for my opinion on the recent events. Well, I’m going to tell you.”
“Final Encounter. That loss. That was an extremely hard pill to swallow, especially since I had no part in causing the loss, but I knew that I could prevent it. Either way, after all of the hard work, I failed yet again at seizing the title, or a title at least. My reactions to that? Much like anyone who failed at something.”
“Was I Disappointed? Yes.”
“Sad? Yes.”
“Angry? Absolutely.”
“The difference is that instead of losing my confidence like before, I’m choosing to build myself back up again. Continue to persevere. At some point, everyone doesn’t achieve at their goals at an instant. Why? Because regardless of the outcome, it takes…..”
Morgan takes a moment to pause, because she knows that what she is going to say has been said time and time again. Patience was slimming down for a moment, before Morgan takes a moment to bring it back up by taking a deep breath, continuing with her choice of words.
“Dedication. Just keep on going as my family and friends would always tell me, and some of them definitely made sure to tell me that the day after. Someone even told me that I was robbed after that match happened.”Morgan laughs at that last statement.
“Just hearing about it made my negative emotions lift from my shoulders. The support was rather overwhelming to me. They see the growth in me. They see the frustrations. Regardless of my life, they see that I am capable of achieving greater things in the wrestling business.”
“And that will continue in this upcoming singles match on Primetime against Missy Sippy. Before I talk about my opponent, I need to address the booking of the match itself. Apparently, this was premeditated since the La Reinas tournament. That was a little inside scoop I heard from the grapevine around the vicinity *clears throat* Mariah- I just didn’t seem to understand the mentality they had when this was prepared. Were they expecting collard greens and country ham to be served at the table because of how “Southern” we are? What type of rodeo and line dancing were we supposed to give the people? Listen, I do take pride in trying to live up to the “Mouth of the South” name. Plus, Southern cultures are more rich and diverse from what is portrayed on television. There’s no way this wasn't discussed before.”
“Now my opinion on Mississippi herself, to put it bluntly, I don't know much about her, besides being known for being a caricature of herself, and killing chickens on national television. I would normally judge someone to did such gruesome actions like that, but who would I be? I would be a fried chicken eating hypocrite, and probably someone with an ancestor that would slap me on my face.
“So instead, I would rather go on a positive note. This is a fresh matchup, and I am all for that. This definitely won’t be some “hoe down” like these messy fools backstage want it to be. This will be just a regular singles match between two Vixens, and hopefully, this will be a smooth change of pace to get myself right back to that title shot again.”
“Because I sure as hell don’t want that chick Blake Harper to be champion for a long time. Everyone I stand for, she is against, and I cannot let that kind of disrespect go unscathed. Not when I'm so far ahead in the game.”
“But as far as Missy, I wish her good luck, because if Final Encounter didn’t kill me, not only should Miss Missy be worried, but everyone else as well.”
Morgan blows a kiss to the camera before she goes on her merry way to an elevator close by, which the camera rotates to. She pushes the button, waiting on the elevator doors to open. The cameraman, however, adds in a question..
”One question, Miss Davis. How do you feel about Missy Sippy and her racist comments towards you?”
While the Morgan looks back at the cameraman with astonishment as the doors open.
“Oh really?!”
Morgan enters the elevator, and pushes the button, presumably to a few floors above her with how low the button was.
”This company is full of it.”, she says to herself as the doors close and the camera fades to black.