The Titaness vs Cult Manhattan

19th May, 2018
23:13 PM
Denver, Colorado
Magness Arena



The promo begins with Samantha standing in the ring. She lets out a slight 'Heh' before beginning to slowly clap.

"Good, good. I'm glad to see only about half the roster looks as if they don't seem to know what they're doing. Since you won, Cult Manhattan, you don't fall under that category. Congratulations on taking up the proverbial role of the step-parent that proudly beats on their red-headed step-child."

A grin steadily crosses over Samantha's lips as she chuckles lowly.

"Then again, given your 'step-child' hardly paid much attention to their own opponent, I'm not overly amazed. So, since you gave me a more positive impression, I'll reward you with some free advice. Ready?"

The smile expands as The Titaness confidently utters the following words, "I just want you to know that psychological warfare you used on Ginger? Yeah. It's not gonna work on me, sweetie. Sorry."

Samantha leans casually against the ropes, briefly stretching her arms over her head before resuming.

"In fact, before I left a certain federation, someone did try that tactic on me. Not only did it fail, I came out on top and defeated them. And if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I did so while I was still wounded from an ... out-of-ring incident."

She waves her right hand dismissively through the air, including, "Details don't matter. That can be another story for another time. Right now, you've got more important concerns ahead of you. Namely going against me. Psychological warfare may not be my forte, but I do know enough to give it a whirl. So, here's what I noticed about you. It's obvious that you were lying with some parts of your promo to Ginger. Otherwise, you wouldn't have won your match. What my main curiosity, however, is rests in the answer to this rhetorical inquiry. Why'd you lie at all? What is Cult Manhattan hiding?"

Her head tilts as Sam begins slowly pacing back and forth in the ring.

"Let's assume you weren't lying, though. Maybe you were completely honest. Not the most likely scenario, no, but I may as well cover all of my bases. Well ... then I'd be misreading you completely. That thus brings me back to the more likely scenario - that you did indeed lie. That alone tends to signal you're maybe doing something else besides hiding information. Actually ... it's more like it's tied into it. Anyway ... you, Cult Manhattan, are hiding some insecurities about yourself."

The Titaness finally stops pacing as she looks straight into the camera once more.

"This matters for a simple, but very essential, reason. Doubts are not a good thing to have, especially in a ruthless industry like wrestling. I got rid of my own anxieties when I started fighting years ago. Worse off for you, this is not my first competition for a chance to win a belt. I'm currently involved in one at Fight Union, and participated in Summit Series within Elysium. As far a the latter goes - since Fight Union's has yet to officially start - I got tied at the top of the Iron Division. So, unless you're a certain woman I've gone against before in disguise, or are as competent as her ... "

Samantha chuckles again, her head gently moving from side to side.

"I just don't see this match working in your favor. I've got quite a few advantages over you. While I know neither of these always matter - as I've defeated my share fair of taller and heavier men - it will against me."

The Titaness pauses, taking a moment to mull over a curious thought.

"To this day, only two women have bested me, one on a consistent basis. I intend to change that one of these days, but still. I digress for now. The point? Regardless of your gender, status in the wrestling world, vital statistics, and other factors that may or may not work for you, none of those will matter. You saw what I did to the Sex Symbol. I can, and will, repeat that display of power again. I'm going to come at you with 110% of my power, if not more so. And if you're not prepared for me?"

Samantha pulls her thumb over her throat.

"I'm gonna be the winner. In addition, I will not hesitate to wreck and beat you up real good in the process. Lest you can do a better job at recovering than the Sex Symbol, this upcoming fray may be one of your last ones. Sorry, but not at the same time. I've never been good at playing nice, even less so when a title's on the line."

Sam begins to walk slowly backwards. Her right hand raises as she makes a 'come on' gesture with her index and middle digits.

"I do hope you come at me. Preferably sober in the ring -- assuming that observation about you enjoying crack-slash-drugs was accurate on Ginger's behalf. Being under any influence is even stupider than walking into the ring and having second doubts on facing me. Eddie Rolan could tell you that - if you ever managed to get a hold of him. He can vouch for that. Anyway, come at me and give me a challenge. Ill see you soon enough, Cult Manhattan."

Sam flashes a smirk and wave to the lens before finally pivoting on her feet and exiting. She's followed for a few seconds by her recorder, Joseph, before the camera is turned off, the scenery fading into darkness.