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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 9 2018, 06:30 PM (27 Views) | |
| Mia Rayne | Mar 9 2018, 06:30 PM Post #1 |
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There are few times in her 31 years of experience on this Earth that Peyton has ever really given up. Since becoming a prisoner in her own mind and watching as Mia started to run her life, she had been fighting to regain control with little to no effect. So when she heard Tyler's words of, subtle insecurity about a woman in a dominant position over him and possibly a slight case of sexism; Peyton shrugged and sat back in her cage. She had never really been good at handling conflict and in all honesty, she couldn't wait for Mia to wake up, in South Korea, fresh off a 20+ hour plane ride, to hear about the incoherent ramblings of a person that is struggling to to find relevance while at the same time protecting his seemingly fragile masculinity. As the newest member of the CWF it also didn't surprise Peyton to see news crews outside of the plane she was riding on. Mia on the other hand? Didn't really like getting woken up. "The FUCK is going on?" Her voice squeals louder than the plane's wheels braking on the tarmac as she is jolted awake by the sudden bump of the plane landing and the sudden slowing of speed. "Welcome to Bucheon, South Korea, we hope you enjoy your stay." The smile could be heard in the computerized voice that announced their arrival and it annoyed Mia to no end. Her eyes dart to the open window to scope out her surroundings and her face instantly turns even more sour, if that's even possible. She begrudgingly collects her belongings and with a sour expression and massive sunglasses to cover her eyes, she departs the plane after tugging her sleeve up a little bit. "MIA!" "OVER HERE! MIA!" "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF TYLER ANDERSON'S WORDS?" The crowd of reporters erupts with various questions at the sight of her, but one question in particular peaked her interest. She pauses from putting her bags into the car that was waiting for her, since apparently CWF has upgraded her status since New Orleans, and turns around, taking the sucker out of her mouth, and trying to spot the reporter that asked her the question. "You." She points one long, pail finger at a reporter with a badge from ESPN on it. He comes forward and stands before Mia who glares at him. "Repeat your question for the rest of the class." Her voice was acidic, high pitched, and dangerous. Mr. Reporter Man had best be careful. "I was just wondering if you had any remarks after Tyler Anderson lashed out at you today." Mia paused, sucking on her candy thoughtfully. "Tyler...Anderson?" The crowd gives a nervous giggle, obviously not catching on to the fact that Mia has absolutely no clue whom they're talking about. Realizing that the reporters have all missed a critical perception roll, she rolls her eyes and announces. "WHO THE FUCK.... IS TYLER ANDERSON AND WHY DO I CARE ABOUT WHAT HE THINKS OF ME?!" The original reporter, realizing his faux pas carefully and ever so slowly raises his hand. Seeing this Mia smiles and takes her sucker out from her mouth once again. "Yes?" "Tyler Anderson is your opponent this week at Evolution. His interview came out today where he said that you were nothing more than just 'another girl,' you 'don't make sense,' and therefore he doesn't care about you, getting prepared for your match, and seems to have a fixation on his older brother." Mia blinks once. Twice. Make it three times. "Mr. Anderson?" The crowd laughs nervously, unwilling to upset Mia who they were all cautioned, was not someone that you wanted to rile up with questions. They fall silent as Mia takes another thoughtful go at her sucker, finishes it, and while chewing on the candy, stuffs the stick in the reporter's chest pocket who brought up Tyler. "You all want to know my thoughts on being 'just a girl?'" The crowd murmurs its ascent. "Fine." She slams the trunk of the hood down and hops up on top, standing tall above the reporters. She is speaking quietly so they all have to crowd around her to hear, but she commands their attentions easily enough. "Listen to me all of you and listen to me well. Tyler Anderson, I am so much more than just another girl. I'm the psychotic bitch that will beat you to within an inch of your life and laugh as you spit up blood. I'm the bitch that is going to laugh in your, what is it, girlfriend sister? It's hard to keep up with you inbred hicks from Georgia. Anyways.... I'm the bitch that is going to laugh in her face as she cries over your broken and mangled body. Don't you understand Anderson? I don't have to make sense to be dangerous. I don't have to have years under my belt to be relevant. All I have to do is make a splash. Spill some blood. Have some fun while doing it. You can say whatever you want. You can tell anyone who still cares about you, anyone that will listen to your nonsense ramblings that you don't care about me attacking you. You don't care about our match. You don't care, you just want a feud with a title holder. You want to be relevant again. You want to recapture glory that you thought you were smart enough to hang out in your brother's shadow and claim his achievements as your own. Maybe it's a good thing you are trying to escape his shadow. What better place for a shadowy figure such as myself to attack from? But Tyler, you need to remember something. Are you paying attention or are you trying to decide which is better, Bud Light, or Coors? Breaking news, they're both piss water. I'm right here, in front of you. I've already laid you out once and make no mistake, I WILL put you down again. Then, while you lie in the middle of the ring, or wherever in the arena I decide to leave you, Ty, I want you to remember this instant. I want you to realize that you fucked up big when you called me 'just another girl' and decided to overlook me. I am going to destroy you Tyler! Heart, mind, soul....And BODY. How's that for being just a girl? See you soon there Ace and I hope that you haven't overlooked whatever deity you claim as yours. Because when you're in the ring with me, you're going to need all the help you can get. I'm going to make you wish you were hiding back in your brother's shadow. Maybe then, you'll finally understand my madness, that is the only way to unbury the truth. Until then Ty, kiss that lovely girl of yours good bye for the last time. Smooches." As Mia finishes she laughs maniacally as she steps onto the roof of the car and hops in through the sunroof. |
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