Post by Susie Price on Aug 11, 2017 20:40:08 GMT -5
An eerie and ominous image marks the beginning for the increasingly insane by the minute Susie Price's latest streaming promo. We open inside of one of the many rooms within her absurdly large home, dimly lit and with a lounging chair sat by the fireplace, all of which seeming to be extremely expensive. The chair faces the flames of the fire, while a petite, curled hand strokes the arm rest, as if pondering silently. As the camera slowly zooms in upon this scene, the recognizably unsettling growl that Susie has taken to calling her new voice since her recent horrifying mental transformation proceeds to monologue.
"The fates have smiled upon Susan Price for once. After all of my struggles and perseverance, I'm going to get quite possibly everything I could have asked for in the squared circle on Primetime. The woman that stole my dreams and desired from my clutches. The pretender that holds MY stake at claiming the gold. And the false idol of a queen we have been forced to serve under for too long. But alas, the throne isn't yet mine to take. We'll have to put a change to that, won't we?"
Her hand resting upon the arm rest, the mentally fractured youth stands herself up from the couch, wearing a long black sheer robe over her usual in ring attire of a single sleeved black and grey striped baseball top, matching black jean shorts, and her knee high boots. And of course, her skintight, ghoulish mask. Now facing the camera while stroking her twitching hand over her shoulder, Susie arches her neck back, letting out a soft and muffled giggle to herself.
"It's almost kind of funny. For all of the wrong that has been committed to me as a result of the other two women in this match, from Crystal Miller's lie of a win to eliminate me from the gauntlet mere seconds before I would have had her tapping out on the mat like the weak and pathetic wretch she truly is, to Ursula Areano's tainted 'victory' over me some time ago along with the position she only carries to this day because I made it so.. Despite all of that, they're not my priority. They're not contenders. They're not enemies. All they are to me in this match is all but shields, guards for the false queen to protect herself with from the threat of Susie Price. Coming. For. Her."
Slinking closer to the camera with an almost seductive series of steps emphasizing her small yet fairly athletic figure, the deranged glare on Susie's formerly perfect face is apparent even from over the mask upon it, simply through the emotions in her large and beautiful blue eyes.
"Not that they should think I'm just going to let them off easily for all they did to me. For those injustices they've struck upon me time after time, I'm going to inflict so much pain upon them in return, until they can barely stand, and their false claims to fame have been killed stone dead. Because it's not their show, it's mine. No matter how much they have to prove or gain, it means nothing, they're just pretenders, stepping stones for me to kick back down into the dirt on my road to ascension. And as for Blake Harper?"
Crouching and placing one hand forward, Susie leans on all fours as she faces the camera, almost like a primal animal as she crawls closer and closer towards it, stopping just short of being directly pressing against it, with the rasp in her vocal chords having a sound almost akin to having the Devil whisper into one's ear and vibrate through it.
"Are you watching closely, Blake? Can you hear me, Miss Harper? I hope you can, and I do so hope you are watching this. Because this is a message just for you, my red haired 'vixen'. You have been in my cross hairs since I first came here, and despite all of my setbacks, all the roads have led me straight in your direction. That's not luck, that's not coincidence, it's simply fate. And your fate is to fall at my hands, for all of your power to BURN to the ground. And then, when the smoke has cleared and you lie in the ashes that was once your dominant title reign, what you will see over you is me, standing where you once stood, holding the title that you're probably keeping very tightly in your arms right now. That is the future, Blake. And it's coming. Very. Soon."
Slowly standing herself up, she smirks while looking off to the distance, somewhere behind the camera, giving a light chuckle as she tilts her head to the side, as if beckoning for someone to come over. Upon her cue, what sounds like a pair of stomping footsteps can be heard, almost sounding as if the Earth itself trembles with each step. Whomever, or more accurately, WHATEVER Susie had gestured to approach her now stands behind her, practically dwarfing her by comparison.
"Oh and by the way, dear Blake... Just in case you thought to yourself about the possibility that maybe your little gang of 'bad boy' fighters might be able to protect you from me, I have something of an insurance policy myself, you could say. It must be tough to be the Queen, even I can understand that. My... Well, perhaps to keep things simple, I'll just refer to him as my monster, he will destroy anyone who dares to stand in my way, that is to say, should I choose not to handle them myself. Like you, Blake. First, I shall prove to you that a Queen can fall when I personally put you down on Primetime. And then the downfall shall begin after that... You may call yourself a Hellion, but when it's just you and me, then I'm going to be unleashing hell upon you. My parents once told me that the best thing you can do is 'believe in life'. My advice towards everyone? Believe in Price."
"The fates have smiled upon Susan Price for once. After all of my struggles and perseverance, I'm going to get quite possibly everything I could have asked for in the squared circle on Primetime. The woman that stole my dreams and desired from my clutches. The pretender that holds MY stake at claiming the gold. And the false idol of a queen we have been forced to serve under for too long. But alas, the throne isn't yet mine to take. We'll have to put a change to that, won't we?"
Her hand resting upon the arm rest, the mentally fractured youth stands herself up from the couch, wearing a long black sheer robe over her usual in ring attire of a single sleeved black and grey striped baseball top, matching black jean shorts, and her knee high boots. And of course, her skintight, ghoulish mask. Now facing the camera while stroking her twitching hand over her shoulder, Susie arches her neck back, letting out a soft and muffled giggle to herself.
"It's almost kind of funny. For all of the wrong that has been committed to me as a result of the other two women in this match, from Crystal Miller's lie of a win to eliminate me from the gauntlet mere seconds before I would have had her tapping out on the mat like the weak and pathetic wretch she truly is, to Ursula Areano's tainted 'victory' over me some time ago along with the position she only carries to this day because I made it so.. Despite all of that, they're not my priority. They're not contenders. They're not enemies. All they are to me in this match is all but shields, guards for the false queen to protect herself with from the threat of Susie Price. Coming. For. Her."
Slinking closer to the camera with an almost seductive series of steps emphasizing her small yet fairly athletic figure, the deranged glare on Susie's formerly perfect face is apparent even from over the mask upon it, simply through the emotions in her large and beautiful blue eyes.
"Not that they should think I'm just going to let them off easily for all they did to me. For those injustices they've struck upon me time after time, I'm going to inflict so much pain upon them in return, until they can barely stand, and their false claims to fame have been killed stone dead. Because it's not their show, it's mine. No matter how much they have to prove or gain, it means nothing, they're just pretenders, stepping stones for me to kick back down into the dirt on my road to ascension. And as for Blake Harper?"
Crouching and placing one hand forward, Susie leans on all fours as she faces the camera, almost like a primal animal as she crawls closer and closer towards it, stopping just short of being directly pressing against it, with the rasp in her vocal chords having a sound almost akin to having the Devil whisper into one's ear and vibrate through it.
"Are you watching closely, Blake? Can you hear me, Miss Harper? I hope you can, and I do so hope you are watching this. Because this is a message just for you, my red haired 'vixen'. You have been in my cross hairs since I first came here, and despite all of my setbacks, all the roads have led me straight in your direction. That's not luck, that's not coincidence, it's simply fate. And your fate is to fall at my hands, for all of your power to BURN to the ground. And then, when the smoke has cleared and you lie in the ashes that was once your dominant title reign, what you will see over you is me, standing where you once stood, holding the title that you're probably keeping very tightly in your arms right now. That is the future, Blake. And it's coming. Very. Soon."
Slowly standing herself up, she smirks while looking off to the distance, somewhere behind the camera, giving a light chuckle as she tilts her head to the side, as if beckoning for someone to come over. Upon her cue, what sounds like a pair of stomping footsteps can be heard, almost sounding as if the Earth itself trembles with each step. Whomever, or more accurately, WHATEVER Susie had gestured to approach her now stands behind her, practically dwarfing her by comparison.
"Oh and by the way, dear Blake... Just in case you thought to yourself about the possibility that maybe your little gang of 'bad boy' fighters might be able to protect you from me, I have something of an insurance policy myself, you could say. It must be tough to be the Queen, even I can understand that. My... Well, perhaps to keep things simple, I'll just refer to him as my monster, he will destroy anyone who dares to stand in my way, that is to say, should I choose not to handle them myself. Like you, Blake. First, I shall prove to you that a Queen can fall when I personally put you down on Primetime. And then the downfall shall begin after that... You may call yourself a Hellion, but when it's just you and me, then I'm going to be unleashing hell upon you. My parents once told me that the best thing you can do is 'believe in life'. My advice towards everyone? Believe in Price."
