Anya vs Araceli

11h June, 2018
13:17 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Undisclosed Hotel Room



"And thus, as of last week, the battles between me and Emily Falls has finally come to a close. 'Tis time for new beginnings, not to constantly repeat nor dwell on the past. However ... I will get a few last words in before moving onto my new quarry, Miss Martinez."

As the camera adjusts on the Desert Rose, we see she's sitting on top of her bed. In her lap is a journal - one obviously customized to best suit her heritage. She finishes jotting the last few sentences in the leather book before gently closing it.

"I must apologize - primarily to our co-GM, Katrina. I know I acted immaturely, borderline bitchy towards her when making my request. Unfortunately, I do feel it was a justified fit and apparently, Anubis must have also. Once again, he helped watch over me. There really are some things people just shouldn't attempt to make fun of. One's culture or beliefs are a few of those examples. They're sacred, particularly for individuals such as myself who include them in their daily lives. You don't hear me waltzing around and trying to do any of the same nonsense Emily did. Also ... really. Her comment about me having to speak Egyptian, Arabic or Greek was just beyond stupid. Goodness."

An exasperated sigh passes the Desert Rose's lips. Soon, the irritated look is replaced by her more eager expressions she typically wears.

"No matter though. She's done and over with, for now. So ... Miss Martinez. You had a very impressive debut. In fact, you did something Emily still has yet to do. You womaned up for your error in underestimating Miss Vebbins. For that, I applaud you. Pride is incredibly hard to swallow, more so for those whose primary vice is just that. Even for myself, I've had a few times where I've found it difficult to admit I was wrong."

Her smile widens as she continues on.

"I can easily envision this being by far one of my best matches whilst in Mile High. And I'm looking forward to our encounter; very much so, in fact. However ... just because I'm ecstatic to properly meet you soon, do not think his means I'll be easy on you. That actually baffled me; hearing Emily whine and complain about me being mean while applying submission moves upon her."

Her head tilts slightly, shoulders casually shrugging.

"This is wrestling. It's not always meant to be generous. I've been seeing and learning that quickly. Goodness. Even this week - there's going to be a cage match."

Anya cringes slightly upon relaying that fact.

"I can just only thank the gods it isn't me in that confined space. It'd keep me from flying as well as I usually can. Alas, I'm not overly amazed there's a fray between The Tattle-Tail and The Master. The latter did all but beg for it by tampering with our champion's car ... "

Anya's face blushes as she realizes she's rambling a bit.

"I suppose that's neither here nor there with us though, huh? Anyway ... I'll see you soon. Let us give Denver - and all who also watch - a great display. Until then, I hope to hear from you. You'll certainly hear from me again soon enough."

The Desert Rose gives a farewell wave lasting for about ten seconds before the first promo cuts out.