Post by faith on Feb 27, 2015 19:35:28 GMT -6
Somewhere in Topeka, Kansas.
Faith Robertson is stood outside a building that has a flashing sign above the door. It reads Sizzlers. Underneath the sign, there is a advertising board in the window that reads "Adult Entertainment" Sizzlers is clearly a strip club. Faith takes a deep breath and thinks to herself oh boy here goes nothing. Faith has come to this place as she starts her mission to free others from evil. Considering what she has gone through herself, she figures this may be a good place to start.
She walks in through the door and makes her way through the somewhat empty main room, there is maybes 10 or 11 clientèle in the establishment. This is your rather typical run down strip joint. Not grimey though, just old and worn out yet kept clean. Faith makes her way to the end of the main stage where a young blonde stripper is just beginning finishing a routine. She stands at a table and waves the young lady over as she climbs down from the stage.
Stripper: Hey hun would you like a lap dance?
Faith looks a bit uncomfortable at the thought of that, though she can see why the stripper thinks that giving that she just waved her down.
Faith: Actually I was just hopping to have a chat with you.
Stripper: Oh? Well im on the clock hun time is precious
Faith: I just have one question if you dont mind?
Stripper: Ok but make it quick
Faith: Why do you do this? Were you forced into it?
Stripper: Forced into it? nah hun no forcin necessary, i do it to pay the bills, its a choice if im honest, plus I kinda dig da attention from the men. Although there is this one client who always trys his damnedest to get me to go back to his for anal sex, even offered me two grand once. I jus want tha guy to do one.
Faith begins to laugh uncontrollably as if the stripper has just told the funniest joke on earth, yet all this does is seem to confuse the stripper who doesnt seem to see what is funny.
Stripper: Whats funny?
Faith: Oh it just reminds me of this one punter who would always make me do anal even tho i hate it
Stripper: Wait you let the biggest bitch on a football team take you up the ass! Come on girl nobody wants to be done in the ass by a punter there just a soccer play trying to mix it with the big boys!
Faith: Oh right your American
Stripper: What the fuck is that spose to mean, you some kind of british supremacist bitch?
Faith: Woah woah woah calm down there I was merely pointing out that we have a misunderstanding due to you guys bastardizing the english language.
Stripper: Oh so its a language thang, you uppity lil brit
Faith: Get off your bloody high horse would you, i was meerly trying to point out that in REAL English a Punter is someone who seeks the services of a woman for sex
Stripper: Wait so your a hooker?
Faith: Well thats a long story, but i guess you could say i sort of use to be
Stripper: But why is a guy slammin you in the ass so god damn funny?
Faith: Lets just say the last time he came to see me he wanted to insert this 12inch 9inch girth dildo up my arse.
Stripper: Errr and thats funny because?
Faith: Well it was the last time he came to see me because i lodged it so far up his arse he had to go to Accident and Emergency!
Both Faith and the stripper burst out into laughter as the argument they just had seemingly fades into just another pointless argument that you forget why it even started.
Stripper: So jus like wha i call a punter he turned out to be just a lil bitch with a giant black dick up his ass?
Faith bursts out into uncontrolable laughter, and bangs her fist on the table, she trys to speak a few times but then just laughs some more. She takes a big breath and finally calms herself as the stripper looks amused.
Faith: Oh my this whole punter vrs punter thing it just made me realise the most hilarious thing!
Stripper: Oh?
The stripper leans in waiting to hear what can posibly be so hillarious, excitedly awaiting the answer.
Faith: Im a wrestler, and im fighting this chick on sunday and it would appear that she is indeed a super punter!
Stripper: A super punter what the fuck is that.
Faith: Well not only has she paid people for sex, she is also the biggest bitch in UWA, she runs around thinking she is the best champion the industry has ever seen, only really she is UWA's very own Punter, not quite good enough or tough enough to mix with the big dogs so plays at being a big dog in a role that a trained monkey could do!
BOOM Super Punter!
Both Faith and the stripper burst out into laughter, both of them banging there fists on the table as they roar loadly with laughter. The laughs keep on rollin for a minute or two, both women doubled over with stitches from the constant laughter. Finally the roaring laughter dulls down and the stripper speaks.
Stripper: Well so much for one quick question huh!
Faith: Oh yeah sorry about that, it kinda turned into a full blown discussion, hope I havent cost you any punters.
Stripper: Pfft nah, look around ya hun, its dead in here.
Faith: That it is, well I guess the least I could do is buy you a drink
Stripper: oh so ya soften me up with some small talk now ya goin for the score?
The stripper laughs as Faith blushes at the idea that she is hitting on the young lady. The thought had never crossed her mind but now it is and to her complete suprise it is not a thought she is disgusted at. In fact she suddenly realises she does indeed find the stripper rather attractive and this startles her a little bit. Sexual attraction is not something she has even experienced, being as young as she was when she was sold into prostitution. This is the first time in her life she has realised she likes women maybes even as much as she does men.
Stripper: Awwww bless ya darlin, ya goin all red in the face.
Faith: Well erm, I came in here to see if anyone could use my help and I end up into getting into a debate on what a punter is then having the sudden realisation I may be bisexual so yeah I guess im a little bit flustered.
The stripper winks at Faith as Faiths eyes wander away from eye contact and towards the strippers cleavage, she stares for a few seconds then realises what she is doing.
Faith: Brilliant now im gawking at you like a pervert and I dont even know your name
Stripper: Ma names Trixie, and dont sweat it darlin, many a straight woman been turned by these puppies
Trixie cups her boobs and laughs and Faith simply blushes a little bit and puts her hand to her face.
Trixie: Whats your name darlin?
Faith: My name is Faith
Trixie: Pleasure to make your aquintance Faith, it sure has being nice talking to ya but I really should try and drum up some business.
Faith: Oh ok I will just sit here and blush a bit then leave.
Trixie: Listen I dont do this like ever
Trixie picks up a napkin off the table and writes a number on it.
Trixie: This is my number, you ever in Topeka again give me a call, who knows maybe we can explore that realisation of yours.
Faith blushes incredibly and looks down at the table going very red in the face, as Trixie slides her number over and leaves. Faith just stands there staring at the napkin, confused as to what just happened, one second she was talking about Lacey Roberts the next she's getting a strippers number after realising she could well be bisexual. She picks up the napkin and stuffs it in her pocket and heads for the exit.
As faith exits Sizzlers she notices a man up against the wall across the street. The man is hooded and all in black, he waves Faith over, this is when she realises it is the Solider of God. She aproaches him, he stands looking down at the ground, his face not in clear view, a scarf over his mouth and hood up.
Faith: Seriously with all this hiding your identiy thing! Do you ever let your guard down!
S.O.G: Ah my child you never know who may be watching.
Faith: Yeah yeah youve said it a hundred times keep your guard up at all times.
S.O.G: Exactly
Faith: I gather you want something? Or are you just doing your random watching in the shaddows act and thought you would say hi?
S.O.G: Bit of both actually, I am always watching, you are my mission! I thought I would let my presence be known because this doesnt exactly seem like your kind of place.
Faith: Why is that? You think because of where I was held, what I was made do this kinda place would the last kind of place ide want to go?
S.O.G nods
Faith: Nah its exactly the kinda place, I need to come to, to find people who need freeing
S.O.G: I admire your spirit and did you find someone who needs freeing?
Faith: No but I think I free'd something in me.
S.O.G: Huh?
Faith scrambles having dropped herself in it, she quickly racks her brain for a witty retort to deflect attention
Faith: errr well I just took a wicked piss.
The Solider of God rolls his eyes and chuckles as if to say come on girl too much information!
Faith: Was there anything else?
S.O.G: Well you have a big match coming up with Lacey Roberts are you focused and ready?
Faith: Oh your damn right I am! You heard what tha lil bitch been spouting about me?
S.O.G: I have and I am glad to see it has lit a fire under you, you will need that fighting spirit beating a champion is never easy.
Faith: Beating is going to be a very apropriate word for what I do to her trust me.
S.O.G nods along, happy with what he is hearing, he places his hand on her shoulder and gives one final nod before walking off into the Topeka night sky. Faith turns and walks off into the dark of night in the opposite direction.
Two Hours Later
Happy Nights Inn, Topeka, Kansas
The scene opens up inside a basic but clean and recently decorated hotel room. This is the hotel room of Faith Robertson. She has a camera set up on the nightstand and is about to give only her second direct address to the good people at UWA. She hits the record button and smiles down the camera lens before taking on a more serious demeanor and making her address.
When you spend so much of your life in a confined space you almost forget there is a big wide world which we all belong to, hotel rooms like this one don’t exist, life outside of your immediate existence is invisible to you. Your world viewpoint narrows, your existence begins to feel futile and pointless. I was too scared to even think of breaking free, I had become completely accepting of my situation. I mean come on its not like one person can successfully take on a small army of angry Russians with guns now is it, no matter how much deep down inside I wanted to, oh how badly I wanted too.
Her eyes widden as she nods softly, clearly showing the viewer that the thought had indeed crossed her mind on many an occasion during her time in captivity at Vlads whorehouse. There is a brief glint of steel in her eyes as she remembers a time when she did indeed fight back, fight for her freedom.
I wasnt always so accepting, in the early days I did fight back. I would hit the guard at my door and bolt for the exit. I would bite, kick and scratch the punters they sent my way. I could take the beatings my actions lead too, being beaten up didnt phase me one bit, nor did it scare me. In fact to a degree I enjoyed my little rebelions, they generally gave me a week off being fed punters, after all broken bones and bruises are far from attractive.
She waves her arms wide. This is as if to say hey its true, men dont want a women who looks like she has been hit, especially when there paying for her and especially when she is of a very illegal age to be doing said acts!
But then everything changed, I accepted my position, not because I lost the will to fight. No because some things in life mean more to me than my own existence and one of those things is my little brother Benjamin. You see theres nothing I wouldnt do for Ben, theres nothing I wouldnt put myself through to ensure his safety. After my parents death he is the only flesh and blood relative I have left. So when Vlad and his army of Russian goons told me they had found him, that they knew where he was and if I didnt behave they would hurt him, I accepted my fate.
Theres a somber yet loving look on her face as she thinks of Ben, her affection for her little brother is clear just in the way she says his name and speaks about him. She wonders what he is up to now, where he is, if he is safe, if he has had a good life. She hopes he has, she hopes he has had a brilliant life and been dealt a much better card than she was herself. She blinks and brings herself back to the room and refocuses herself, once more speaking in a serious demeanor.
Everyone in UWA at this point is more than likely thinking why reveal this to us all? Wh am I giving potential foes knowledge of my weakness's? Well Lacey already seems to think she has me beat. She has already seemingly dismissed me as a minor threat to her and to her title. Hell she even said after all ive been through ide be lucky if I had much fight left in me and THAT is why I am sharing this story with you all.
There is hints of anger in her voice. The faint detection of distain. She is clearly angry that Lacey has seemingly written her off, that she doesnt seem to think she is a threat because Faith knows she is more than a match for Lacey on her day and this fires her up. The fire is evident in her eyes, she is hungry to prove lacey wrong and this can be clearly seen by anyone watching.
You see Lacey its not that I have slowly been losing my will to fight, its not that my gas tank is clogged with emotional sludge. The only thing holding me back from escaping the clutches of Vlad was the safety of my little brother! But you see now I have something that means more to me than flesh and blood, means more to me than life itself, I have my righteous mission Lacey and NOTHING will stop me from fighting for the cause. There is no person or entity on this planet who has what it takes to derail me from my mission, if you want to beat me Lacey you are going to have to kill me! I will be damned if I fall at the hands of a good for nothing bully like you!
Faiths eyes go wide as she grits her teeth and shakes her head from side to side. This is a blatent snub to Lacey. A exercise in body language that screams You WILL NOT BREAK ME.
You know what it is that gets me most about you Lacey? Its your lack of regard for your fellow man. To you there is only one thing that means anything, only one person that is worth anything and that is Lacey Roberts. You bully poor people like Amy Zing and treat them like your little play thing. You manipulate the animalistic urges of men like Bob Brooks, wrapping them around your little finger and getting them to do your dirty work for you. You are nothing more than a sociopathic megalomaniac. You have convinced yourself that you are queen bitch, you are obsessed with power and gaining it. How far are you going to go Lacey how far are you going to take it? I bet in your deluded mind your thinking alllllll the way to the world title right? Wellllll ive got a reality check for ya, youve gone as far as your going to reach because as of right now this very moment, this little emotional wreck who doesnt have the fight left in her is going to show you that you NEVER underestimate the power of the lord almighty!
Theres a big smirk on Faiths face now as confidence creeps into her and begins to ooze out of her. She is determined to take the fight to Lacey and very confident that her determination can make her give Lacey a VERY good run for her money! She clears her throat and gets serious once more.
Lacey Roberts mark my words when I tell you your tyrannical crusade is OVER. I am coming to stop you Lacey, I am going to kick that over inflated ego of yours into next week and leave you the broken shell of a woman you seem to think I am! For this is not a broken woman that you see stood before you, this is a woman reborn. Thank you Lacey, thank you for lighting this fire inside of me, thank you for making me more determined than ever to fight for my cause. This Sunday Lacey your downfall is all your own doing, you overlooked me and now you will be truly found wanting!
The scene fades out to black as Faith sweetly smiles down the camera lens, yet with a cheeky yet confident smirk on her face.
Faith Robertson is stood outside a building that has a flashing sign above the door. It reads Sizzlers. Underneath the sign, there is a advertising board in the window that reads "Adult Entertainment" Sizzlers is clearly a strip club. Faith takes a deep breath and thinks to herself oh boy here goes nothing. Faith has come to this place as she starts her mission to free others from evil. Considering what she has gone through herself, she figures this may be a good place to start.
She walks in through the door and makes her way through the somewhat empty main room, there is maybes 10 or 11 clientèle in the establishment. This is your rather typical run down strip joint. Not grimey though, just old and worn out yet kept clean. Faith makes her way to the end of the main stage where a young blonde stripper is just beginning finishing a routine. She stands at a table and waves the young lady over as she climbs down from the stage.
Stripper: Hey hun would you like a lap dance?
Faith looks a bit uncomfortable at the thought of that, though she can see why the stripper thinks that giving that she just waved her down.
Faith: Actually I was just hopping to have a chat with you.
Stripper: Oh? Well im on the clock hun time is precious
Faith: I just have one question if you dont mind?
Stripper: Ok but make it quick
Faith: Why do you do this? Were you forced into it?
Stripper: Forced into it? nah hun no forcin necessary, i do it to pay the bills, its a choice if im honest, plus I kinda dig da attention from the men. Although there is this one client who always trys his damnedest to get me to go back to his for anal sex, even offered me two grand once. I jus want tha guy to do one.
Faith begins to laugh uncontrollably as if the stripper has just told the funniest joke on earth, yet all this does is seem to confuse the stripper who doesnt seem to see what is funny.
Stripper: Whats funny?
Faith: Oh it just reminds me of this one punter who would always make me do anal even tho i hate it
Stripper: Wait you let the biggest bitch on a football team take you up the ass! Come on girl nobody wants to be done in the ass by a punter there just a soccer play trying to mix it with the big boys!
Faith: Oh right your American
Stripper: What the fuck is that spose to mean, you some kind of british supremacist bitch?
Faith: Woah woah woah calm down there I was merely pointing out that we have a misunderstanding due to you guys bastardizing the english language.
Stripper: Oh so its a language thang, you uppity lil brit
Faith: Get off your bloody high horse would you, i was meerly trying to point out that in REAL English a Punter is someone who seeks the services of a woman for sex
Stripper: Wait so your a hooker?
Faith: Well thats a long story, but i guess you could say i sort of use to be
Stripper: But why is a guy slammin you in the ass so god damn funny?
Faith: Lets just say the last time he came to see me he wanted to insert this 12inch 9inch girth dildo up my arse.
Stripper: Errr and thats funny because?
Faith: Well it was the last time he came to see me because i lodged it so far up his arse he had to go to Accident and Emergency!
Both Faith and the stripper burst out into laughter as the argument they just had seemingly fades into just another pointless argument that you forget why it even started.
Stripper: So jus like wha i call a punter he turned out to be just a lil bitch with a giant black dick up his ass?
Faith bursts out into uncontrolable laughter, and bangs her fist on the table, she trys to speak a few times but then just laughs some more. She takes a big breath and finally calms herself as the stripper looks amused.
Faith: Oh my this whole punter vrs punter thing it just made me realise the most hilarious thing!
Stripper: Oh?
The stripper leans in waiting to hear what can posibly be so hillarious, excitedly awaiting the answer.
Faith: Im a wrestler, and im fighting this chick on sunday and it would appear that she is indeed a super punter!
Stripper: A super punter what the fuck is that.
Faith: Well not only has she paid people for sex, she is also the biggest bitch in UWA, she runs around thinking she is the best champion the industry has ever seen, only really she is UWA's very own Punter, not quite good enough or tough enough to mix with the big dogs so plays at being a big dog in a role that a trained monkey could do!
BOOM Super Punter!
Both Faith and the stripper burst out into laughter, both of them banging there fists on the table as they roar loadly with laughter. The laughs keep on rollin for a minute or two, both women doubled over with stitches from the constant laughter. Finally the roaring laughter dulls down and the stripper speaks.
Stripper: Well so much for one quick question huh!
Faith: Oh yeah sorry about that, it kinda turned into a full blown discussion, hope I havent cost you any punters.
Stripper: Pfft nah, look around ya hun, its dead in here.
Faith: That it is, well I guess the least I could do is buy you a drink
Stripper: oh so ya soften me up with some small talk now ya goin for the score?
The stripper laughs as Faith blushes at the idea that she is hitting on the young lady. The thought had never crossed her mind but now it is and to her complete suprise it is not a thought she is disgusted at. In fact she suddenly realises she does indeed find the stripper rather attractive and this startles her a little bit. Sexual attraction is not something she has even experienced, being as young as she was when she was sold into prostitution. This is the first time in her life she has realised she likes women maybes even as much as she does men.
Stripper: Awwww bless ya darlin, ya goin all red in the face.
Faith: Well erm, I came in here to see if anyone could use my help and I end up into getting into a debate on what a punter is then having the sudden realisation I may be bisexual so yeah I guess im a little bit flustered.
The stripper winks at Faith as Faiths eyes wander away from eye contact and towards the strippers cleavage, she stares for a few seconds then realises what she is doing.
Faith: Brilliant now im gawking at you like a pervert and I dont even know your name
Stripper: Ma names Trixie, and dont sweat it darlin, many a straight woman been turned by these puppies
Trixie cups her boobs and laughs and Faith simply blushes a little bit and puts her hand to her face.
Trixie: Whats your name darlin?
Faith: My name is Faith
Trixie: Pleasure to make your aquintance Faith, it sure has being nice talking to ya but I really should try and drum up some business.
Faith: Oh ok I will just sit here and blush a bit then leave.
Trixie: Listen I dont do this like ever
Trixie picks up a napkin off the table and writes a number on it.
Trixie: This is my number, you ever in Topeka again give me a call, who knows maybe we can explore that realisation of yours.
Faith blushes incredibly and looks down at the table going very red in the face, as Trixie slides her number over and leaves. Faith just stands there staring at the napkin, confused as to what just happened, one second she was talking about Lacey Roberts the next she's getting a strippers number after realising she could well be bisexual. She picks up the napkin and stuffs it in her pocket and heads for the exit.
As faith exits Sizzlers she notices a man up against the wall across the street. The man is hooded and all in black, he waves Faith over, this is when she realises it is the Solider of God. She aproaches him, he stands looking down at the ground, his face not in clear view, a scarf over his mouth and hood up.
Faith: Seriously with all this hiding your identiy thing! Do you ever let your guard down!
S.O.G: Ah my child you never know who may be watching.
Faith: Yeah yeah youve said it a hundred times keep your guard up at all times.
S.O.G: Exactly
Faith: I gather you want something? Or are you just doing your random watching in the shaddows act and thought you would say hi?
S.O.G: Bit of both actually, I am always watching, you are my mission! I thought I would let my presence be known because this doesnt exactly seem like your kind of place.
Faith: Why is that? You think because of where I was held, what I was made do this kinda place would the last kind of place ide want to go?
S.O.G nods
Faith: Nah its exactly the kinda place, I need to come to, to find people who need freeing
S.O.G: I admire your spirit and did you find someone who needs freeing?
Faith: No but I think I free'd something in me.
S.O.G: Huh?
Faith scrambles having dropped herself in it, she quickly racks her brain for a witty retort to deflect attention
Faith: errr well I just took a wicked piss.
The Solider of God rolls his eyes and chuckles as if to say come on girl too much information!
Faith: Was there anything else?
S.O.G: Well you have a big match coming up with Lacey Roberts are you focused and ready?
Faith: Oh your damn right I am! You heard what tha lil bitch been spouting about me?
S.O.G: I have and I am glad to see it has lit a fire under you, you will need that fighting spirit beating a champion is never easy.
Faith: Beating is going to be a very apropriate word for what I do to her trust me.
S.O.G nods along, happy with what he is hearing, he places his hand on her shoulder and gives one final nod before walking off into the Topeka night sky. Faith turns and walks off into the dark of night in the opposite direction.
Two Hours Later
Happy Nights Inn, Topeka, Kansas
The scene opens up inside a basic but clean and recently decorated hotel room. This is the hotel room of Faith Robertson. She has a camera set up on the nightstand and is about to give only her second direct address to the good people at UWA. She hits the record button and smiles down the camera lens before taking on a more serious demeanor and making her address.
When you spend so much of your life in a confined space you almost forget there is a big wide world which we all belong to, hotel rooms like this one don’t exist, life outside of your immediate existence is invisible to you. Your world viewpoint narrows, your existence begins to feel futile and pointless. I was too scared to even think of breaking free, I had become completely accepting of my situation. I mean come on its not like one person can successfully take on a small army of angry Russians with guns now is it, no matter how much deep down inside I wanted to, oh how badly I wanted too.
Her eyes widden as she nods softly, clearly showing the viewer that the thought had indeed crossed her mind on many an occasion during her time in captivity at Vlads whorehouse. There is a brief glint of steel in her eyes as she remembers a time when she did indeed fight back, fight for her freedom.
I wasnt always so accepting, in the early days I did fight back. I would hit the guard at my door and bolt for the exit. I would bite, kick and scratch the punters they sent my way. I could take the beatings my actions lead too, being beaten up didnt phase me one bit, nor did it scare me. In fact to a degree I enjoyed my little rebelions, they generally gave me a week off being fed punters, after all broken bones and bruises are far from attractive.
She waves her arms wide. This is as if to say hey its true, men dont want a women who looks like she has been hit, especially when there paying for her and especially when she is of a very illegal age to be doing said acts!
But then everything changed, I accepted my position, not because I lost the will to fight. No because some things in life mean more to me than my own existence and one of those things is my little brother Benjamin. You see theres nothing I wouldnt do for Ben, theres nothing I wouldnt put myself through to ensure his safety. After my parents death he is the only flesh and blood relative I have left. So when Vlad and his army of Russian goons told me they had found him, that they knew where he was and if I didnt behave they would hurt him, I accepted my fate.
Theres a somber yet loving look on her face as she thinks of Ben, her affection for her little brother is clear just in the way she says his name and speaks about him. She wonders what he is up to now, where he is, if he is safe, if he has had a good life. She hopes he has, she hopes he has had a brilliant life and been dealt a much better card than she was herself. She blinks and brings herself back to the room and refocuses herself, once more speaking in a serious demeanor.
Everyone in UWA at this point is more than likely thinking why reveal this to us all? Wh am I giving potential foes knowledge of my weakness's? Well Lacey already seems to think she has me beat. She has already seemingly dismissed me as a minor threat to her and to her title. Hell she even said after all ive been through ide be lucky if I had much fight left in me and THAT is why I am sharing this story with you all.
There is hints of anger in her voice. The faint detection of distain. She is clearly angry that Lacey has seemingly written her off, that she doesnt seem to think she is a threat because Faith knows she is more than a match for Lacey on her day and this fires her up. The fire is evident in her eyes, she is hungry to prove lacey wrong and this can be clearly seen by anyone watching.
You see Lacey its not that I have slowly been losing my will to fight, its not that my gas tank is clogged with emotional sludge. The only thing holding me back from escaping the clutches of Vlad was the safety of my little brother! But you see now I have something that means more to me than flesh and blood, means more to me than life itself, I have my righteous mission Lacey and NOTHING will stop me from fighting for the cause. There is no person or entity on this planet who has what it takes to derail me from my mission, if you want to beat me Lacey you are going to have to kill me! I will be damned if I fall at the hands of a good for nothing bully like you!
Faiths eyes go wide as she grits her teeth and shakes her head from side to side. This is a blatent snub to Lacey. A exercise in body language that screams You WILL NOT BREAK ME.
You know what it is that gets me most about you Lacey? Its your lack of regard for your fellow man. To you there is only one thing that means anything, only one person that is worth anything and that is Lacey Roberts. You bully poor people like Amy Zing and treat them like your little play thing. You manipulate the animalistic urges of men like Bob Brooks, wrapping them around your little finger and getting them to do your dirty work for you. You are nothing more than a sociopathic megalomaniac. You have convinced yourself that you are queen bitch, you are obsessed with power and gaining it. How far are you going to go Lacey how far are you going to take it? I bet in your deluded mind your thinking alllllll the way to the world title right? Wellllll ive got a reality check for ya, youve gone as far as your going to reach because as of right now this very moment, this little emotional wreck who doesnt have the fight left in her is going to show you that you NEVER underestimate the power of the lord almighty!
Theres a big smirk on Faiths face now as confidence creeps into her and begins to ooze out of her. She is determined to take the fight to Lacey and very confident that her determination can make her give Lacey a VERY good run for her money! She clears her throat and gets serious once more.
Lacey Roberts mark my words when I tell you your tyrannical crusade is OVER. I am coming to stop you Lacey, I am going to kick that over inflated ego of yours into next week and leave you the broken shell of a woman you seem to think I am! For this is not a broken woman that you see stood before you, this is a woman reborn. Thank you Lacey, thank you for lighting this fire inside of me, thank you for making me more determined than ever to fight for my cause. This Sunday Lacey your downfall is all your own doing, you overlooked me and now you will be truly found wanting!
The scene fades out to black as Faith sweetly smiles down the camera lens, yet with a cheeky yet confident smirk on her face.