Post by Sam "The Titaness" Hamilton on Feb 12, 2018 13:41:46 GMT -8
12th February, 2018
13:15 PM
Los Angeles, California
At the Runyon Canyon Park
As the film begins, Samantha is seen in a very different part of Los Angeles. Whereas she was in front of the massive HOLLYWOOD sign last time, she's now in a very wide, open area. She's wearing an all black suit, consisting of jeans, boots, a trench-coat, and - at least as far as anyone can assume - a more typical top of some kind underneath the coat. She smirks as she stares into the camera and waves.
"So ... Stacy Sterling. From the brief talk we had on Twitter, you came off as someone who enjoys playing hero in some form or fashion. That's all well and good. Really, it is. I was quite serious about being surprised to meet people like you and Tapioca Joe who have a sincere sense of respect. I am a bit relieved to see such traits haven't been forgotten. I'm curious, though. Who do you envision yourself as? Surely, you mus have some sort of an idea, yes?"
Her hands rest atop the sash keeping her trenchoat shut. Sam's grin widens as she resumes speaking after a few moments.
"I suppose if I had to portray myself as someone ... it'd be a female version of this well-known person who wears a very specific symbol."
With one deft, graceful tug, The Titaness pulls the trench-coat open, allowing a very iconic and easily recognizable shirt to come into view.
"I'm sure you likely know this. But on the off-chance you don't, allow me to shed some light. This typically belongs to Frank Castle, or - as you may better know him as - The Punisher. Don't worry; there are quite a few differences between myself and him. And I don't simply mean our genders, though this is true also. Whereas The Punisher kills anyone he deems to have earned such a horrid fate, I don't go that far. Hopefully that's obvious; I otherwise wouldn't be in GCW, let alone any wrestling company, after all."
As a strong gust of wind blows across Sam, she grabs her hair and ties it into a ponytail. Anything else affected by the wind, however, is left alone ... at least for now.
"Don't worry, I am going somewhere with this odd analogy. There is a point to it all. I do have a reason for thinking of myself as a female version of the Punisher. I dropped hints on Twitter, but they probably haven't been too obvious. So, I'm going to elaborate more on that. Despite typically having a Delinquent Heel attitude, I do have a morale compass. Honor .... that is something I always go into the ring with. The same applies to Dignity as well as some more Face-like traits. Hence why I'm actually a Tweener. You see, the reason I was so impressed with you and Joe's attitude is exactly as I said; it's very hard to come across anyone with your kinds of mindsets and attitude nowadays. I tend to observe - and subconsciously - judge people I fight, as well as their mannerisms."
The Titaness pauses, allowing these words to sink in.
"Depending on how my first impressions of people will determine how I fight against them. Be a rude prick, and I'll gladly return that gesture back. This is where our match will be just a bit different. Don't misunderstand me; I have no intentions of holding back. However, compared to other opponents I've been against ... "
Sam shrugs, finishing her sentence in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I will simply be able to meet with you in the ring and know that no matter the result, I can walk away respecting you. That's not something I hand out easily, so consider yourself fortunate."
An exasperated sigh passes Samantha's lips as another breeze dances across her body and clothes.
"Even though the name typically implies anti-heroes aren't pure heroes, per se, they can be. When the Global Heritage Festival arrives, you will all see first hand how even the least likely of heroes can still be admired. I'll see you soon, Stacy Sterling."
Sam offers the camera one last salute before pivoting on her heels and beginning to walk away. Slowly, the camera fades to black, offering the audience one last view of the scenery and Titaness before disappearing altogether.
13:15 PM
Los Angeles, California
At the Runyon Canyon Park
As the film begins, Samantha is seen in a very different part of Los Angeles. Whereas she was in front of the massive HOLLYWOOD sign last time, she's now in a very wide, open area. She's wearing an all black suit, consisting of jeans, boots, a trench-coat, and - at least as far as anyone can assume - a more typical top of some kind underneath the coat. She smirks as she stares into the camera and waves.
"So ... Stacy Sterling. From the brief talk we had on Twitter, you came off as someone who enjoys playing hero in some form or fashion. That's all well and good. Really, it is. I was quite serious about being surprised to meet people like you and Tapioca Joe who have a sincere sense of respect. I am a bit relieved to see such traits haven't been forgotten. I'm curious, though. Who do you envision yourself as? Surely, you mus have some sort of an idea, yes?"
Her hands rest atop the sash keeping her trenchoat shut. Sam's grin widens as she resumes speaking after a few moments.
"I suppose if I had to portray myself as someone ... it'd be a female version of this well-known person who wears a very specific symbol."
With one deft, graceful tug, The Titaness pulls the trench-coat open, allowing a very iconic and easily recognizable shirt to come into view.
"I'm sure you likely know this. But on the off-chance you don't, allow me to shed some light. This typically belongs to Frank Castle, or - as you may better know him as - The Punisher. Don't worry; there are quite a few differences between myself and him. And I don't simply mean our genders, though this is true also. Whereas The Punisher kills anyone he deems to have earned such a horrid fate, I don't go that far. Hopefully that's obvious; I otherwise wouldn't be in GCW, let alone any wrestling company, after all."
As a strong gust of wind blows across Sam, she grabs her hair and ties it into a ponytail. Anything else affected by the wind, however, is left alone ... at least for now.
"Don't worry, I am going somewhere with this odd analogy. There is a point to it all. I do have a reason for thinking of myself as a female version of the Punisher. I dropped hints on Twitter, but they probably haven't been too obvious. So, I'm going to elaborate more on that. Despite typically having a Delinquent Heel attitude, I do have a morale compass. Honor .... that is something I always go into the ring with. The same applies to Dignity as well as some more Face-like traits. Hence why I'm actually a Tweener. You see, the reason I was so impressed with you and Joe's attitude is exactly as I said; it's very hard to come across anyone with your kinds of mindsets and attitude nowadays. I tend to observe - and subconsciously - judge people I fight, as well as their mannerisms."
The Titaness pauses, allowing these words to sink in.
"Depending on how my first impressions of people will determine how I fight against them. Be a rude prick, and I'll gladly return that gesture back. This is where our match will be just a bit different. Don't misunderstand me; I have no intentions of holding back. However, compared to other opponents I've been against ... "
Sam shrugs, finishing her sentence in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I will simply be able to meet with you in the ring and know that no matter the result, I can walk away respecting you. That's not something I hand out easily, so consider yourself fortunate."
An exasperated sigh passes Samantha's lips as another breeze dances across her body and clothes.
"Even though the name typically implies anti-heroes aren't pure heroes, per se, they can be. When the Global Heritage Festival arrives, you will all see first hand how even the least likely of heroes can still be admired. I'll see you soon, Stacy Sterling."
Sam offers the camera one last salute before pivoting on her heels and beginning to walk away. Slowly, the camera fades to black, offering the audience one last view of the scenery and Titaness before disappearing altogether.
