Post by Phantom Queen. on Jun 11, 2018 3:50:21 GMT
I.
For one of us, something has to change.
I was so sure I’d have left last week’s show as a winner. I believed wholeheartedly that I’d put that sorry excuse for a second-generation talent on her ass and advance on through the title tournament...but here I am. Things didn’t go the way I’d planned. One miscalculation opened a window of opportunity for Serenity Scorpio, and now we find ourselves in wildly different situations; her with her championship dreams still intact, and me having to focus on what comes next. But anyone who knows me -- knows a woman of my strength, poise, and character -- will tell you that Jasmine Peyton never walks around with her head hanging low! I’m Miss LAW, after all, and I’m keeping my head held high and walking toward the next stop along the road. With or without a title encircling my waist, I will be a marquee talent. I’ll still be one of the women to watch, and trust me -- in due time, I’ll have a gleaming title to call my own. At this juncture, however, I’m concerning myself with not remaining winless for another week. You only get one chance to make a first impression, and while I can’t undo my loss from last week, I can use this week to make an emphatic statement. I’ll march down to that ring and beat Tiffany Santana, in the process showing that I’m not to be taken lightly. I have quite a bit to make up for, Tiffany dear, and it’s a shame I’ll be making it up at the expense of you and your poorly drawn-on eyebrows.
Tiffany, when I look at you, I don’t see someone made of military stock. I know, as someone whose appearance betrays what I’m actually capable of, it might seem hypocritical of me to say this, but I just can’t help myself. On the outside, you’re just like the rest of us, from the made up face to the shiny hair to the pretty gear in all the bright colors. Not the serious, sullen marks of someone who’s carrying on a military tradition, but a showman longing for the spotlight like all the rest of us. There isn’t an overwhelming amount of precision or the tendency that a soldier has to have ice in their veins. Those who are truly business-oriented don’t take their eyes off the prize, and they don’t lose in their debuts, either, but here you stand across from me facing the same dilemma that’s hanging over my head. I can admit that I fell short last week, but it won’t happen again. You, Tiffany, will be two matches in with zero wins to your name and in need of a serious retooling after this week. The Total Package is being delivered right to your doorstep, and of course, you can’t resist opening it. But then again, The Unabomber’s victims couldn’t resist opening the packages at their feet, either, and they wound up dead or maimed. That’s what you’re facing; an ill-fated encounter with the meanest, prettiest, smartest woman to breeze through LAW, and you’ll be worse for the wear at the end of it. Thank me for this public service somewhere down the line, dear. I’m about to make you look like a million bucks.