WARNING: The following promo will include more extreme elements; violence [implied and actual], rape (attempts and happenings), manslaughter, murder [implied/desired] and worse-than-usual cursing. You have been warned. Read at your own risk.
13th June, 2018
23:12 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Undisclosed hotel room Music is blaring loudly through Sam's earbuds. We see Sam using her laptop. According to the tab The Titaness is looking at, her foul mood hasn't disappeared. If anything, it's gotten stronger. A closer inspection reveals it to be she's browsing an online store for caskets.
Joseph walks in, carrying some brown bags with him. He stops half-way into the kitchen and sets the bags down, sighing. He opens his mouth, but then sees the earbuds in place. Instead, he lightly taps Sam's shoulders, causing her to remove them and turn to face her friend.
"You're just ... blowing off steam, right?" Joseph anxiously inquires.
Sam scoffs, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she steps forward, closing whatever distance had been between them. As she begins to speak, her head moves from side to side.
"Not really, no. I'm done with the Brattons. I'm starting to understand and even share Issac's hatred of those pair of cunts. I really fucking am. Candi ... she can wait. In fact, she can suffer for all I give a fuck. The Shieldmaidens fucked her over real good last week. That certainly made up for my loss; seeing her man-handled like that. But Lara?" Her head moves even quicker, a feral growl passing her lips.
"That little bitch had NO REASON, NO RIGHT TO INTERVENE! Joseph, seriously! She's BEGGING for death! So why not give it to her?!" Every time Sam raises her voice - barely avoiding outright screaming - Joseph grimaces. But he stays in place, keeps his hands beside him rather than covering his ears - if only because he knows the wrath his friend's displaying isn't directed at him. By the time she gets to her rhetorical question, he has an easy answer for Sam.
"Because you're better than that -- " "Not good enough right now," Sam interrupts, moving past Joseph and leaning down, revealing some of the contents of the bags. A six-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade implies he'd gone to a place open 24/7 for some late-night snacks and liquor.
"Try something else. Something I'll give a real fuck about." Joseph sighs, tapping his fingers against his right arm frantically. Seconds after watching Sam take a large swig from the bottle, he comes up with something.
"Because if you go through with offing her, you will lose your chance for the Phoenix Title. You'll literally get arrested. And this time, it won't be from some corrupt moron wrongfully calling the cops on you. It'll be with a legitimate incentive; murder. In cold blood, no less. You care too much about this sport to throw your career away. Don't give into the temptation." Sam elicits a long, deep sigh. It sounds like it holds mixed emotions - which would be a correct assumption. Partial relief, and also partial annoyance upon hearing Joseph's reply. Her head now moves in an up-and-down motion as she lightly pats Joseph's shoulders.
"I thought men were supposed to typically be the more demonic individuals, and women the angels. But it's definitely the other way around with us. You've saved my ass far too many times. Thanks. So ... " She reaches back, offering one of the bottles to Joseph.
"Wanna join me?" "I ... think best while I'm sober." "Awwwww, come onnnnnnnnnnnn! Drinking's one of those things that's more fun with someone, not alone!" "Be that as it may, Sam, you need to do an actual promo. I doubt this conversation by itself would suffice. So ... I'd rather help you think than indulge with you." Sam sighs again, her eyes rolling slightly. But ... she knows he's got a damn good point. So Samantha doesn't push the matter any further.
"Fiiiiiiiiiine. When you're right, you're right. Hmmm ..... " After mulling over Joseph's words for a bit, Sam gets rid of the casket store tab. Soon, she's staring at a blank Google search engine, as if it somehow had the answer.
A bit of a pause lingers before Joseph glances over and suggests,
"Maybe do something out of Denver? You do have enough time, ya know?" "True, true," Sam murmurs in agreement.
Her mind thinks back to the upcoming match .... and soon after realizing it's a Street Fight, a grin almost immediately replaces her frown.
"Perfect! Thank you, Joseph! I know exactly where we're gonna fly to!" Joseph's head tilts curiously. Rather than getting a reply on he silent 'where' question, Sam smirks, shaking her head no once again.
"Start getting ready. I found a flight for 6:15 AM. Get as much sleep as you can - we're gonna need it."
15th June, 2018
15:22 PM
Ft. Lauderdale, FL
Exact Location: Unnamed alleyways "Welcome to my former home, Miss Over-Privileged Brat!" The camera pans in on Sam wearing a smug smirk. Her arms are outstretched. The scenery reveals her in an empty alleyway, with only a select few trash cans near her. Otherwise, it's completely deserted. As Samantha lowers her arms to her side, The Titaness scoffs.
"I'm sure even a spoiled child like you has heard of the three strikes rule, right? Well guess what? This Wednesday will be your third strike. And this time ... you won't be able to ambush me like you did the past two times. None of that shit. It's just gonna be you and me. One on one. And by the end of it all? You'll beg for death, because you will be that miserable. I personally intend to see to that. I wasn't fucking around with you - you will leave on a gurney. And that's the most merciful outcome for you." Sam gives a nod behind the camera, indicating she's referring to Joseph.
"You owe him, you know? At least I won't voluntarily try to kill you. Not like I was gonna. If you die afterwards from the injuries and shit? Well ... that's a different story. But you won't die on camera - I'll make sure of that much. Candi? If you love and care for your 'most productive daughter', you'd do the smart thing and tell her not to come to his match. In fact, going to Japan would be much smarter. But facing me?" Sam grimly moves her head from side to side.
"You've both now fought me at least once. You both know when it comes to his industry, I don't make idle threats. I get Lara's a fighter like myself. But this would be one of the few times she could walk away and I wouldn't point and laugh at her. In fact, I'd applaud her for doing the smart thing. She'll be lucky to be conscious, let alone not fall into a coma when I'm done with her." Sam's lips press tightly before she asks a solemn, serious inquiry.
"Lara ... do you know what a real fight is? One where you struggle for your very life?" The screen flickers as a younger Sam is seen walking throughout these very streets. It's pitch-black - yet one thing can still be seen, and that's the younger, teenager version of Samantha holding herself, shivering slightly. Whether it's from a chilly breeze, fear, or both is anyone's guess. As Sam speaks again, the images don't change. Rather, they remain on the flashback.
"I don't think you do. In fact, given how much you enjoy sabotaging people, I'm rather confident you don't. You just know tactics like taking the easy way out ... " Some unfamiliar - and even a few foreign, accented - voices are heard from behind Sam. She turns to see four figures towering over her. At least two converse in an unrecognizable tongue while the others convince her they can 'help her out'. The younger Samantha manages to shake her head, weakly adding she's doing well enough. Suffice to say, the rejection isn't handled ... and they advance on her, causing Sam to turn and break into a run.
"But life doesn't work that way often. You can't always take shortcuts. In fact, it's when you want to the most that you find yourself most unable o resort to such tactics. I learned that lesson the very hard way that night." The next part has likely been altered in some form or fashion. Purposely ... and for a very good reason. Fast-forwarded even, one can assume.
After a few loud screams and pleas, Sam is nude from the waste down. A discarded bra lies beside her, and bruises adorn her skin. The sounds of snickers and zippers being pulled up are heard. One of the assailants ponders bringing Samantha back with her.
It's at this point where Sam doesn't care if that was a horrible jest or not. She grabs the closest thing in reach - a pipe - and shakily stands up. She lets her own angry scream out before attacking the men with the weapon. One immediately collapses after receiving a lethal blow to his head. The other three have mixed reactions. One man runs while the others remain behind to fight.
Regardless who made the call, sirens cry out throughout the otherwise silent alleyway. Several cops rush forward, cuffing the other men. They at least allow Samantha to get dressed, before doing the same with her. Now the feed shifts back to the current day and time, showing again a very stern-looking Titaness. They aren't overly noticeable, but she is shaking. Something that can be seen if one pays enough attention.
"I was originally going to be given a minor charge. Loitering or some shit, because that's what the cops thought I was doing. But then ... they told me the first prick that fell died from the impact. Luckily - even if it was infuriating - those bastards left ... evidence on my body and clothes. You seem smart enough to figure out what I mean by that, so I'll let that sink into your brain. So after getting confessions from the others, they helped advocate to the judge to make my sentence more merciful, as I was simply defending myself. Still .. they were right. Even if it wasn't intentionally, I did take a life that night. Let it be known that no one has known about this. Not Rob, not even Joseph. So this is my first time revealing his. Why?
"Because, just like how my life in the streets played out, you'll see for yourself a few things. How truly rough and harsh street life can be, how much worse it will be against someone who's lived in this type of domain, and that you will not be able to take the easy way out. Not this time. The only chance I'll give you at getting what you want and having a simple way out .. is simple. Go to Japan. Go anywhere, really. Just stay out of Mile High's ring this Wednesday. And yet ... " Samantha smirks, tucking a few stands of hair behind her ears as a sadistic grin adorns her face.
"I actually hope you'll be an idiot and come on over. I may not kill you like I was originally thinking, but I'll do every other possible, horrible thing. Horrifying your mother, filling her with despair. And you, of course. All of that plus much, much, much more. This time ... the joke will be on you, not me. I promise you that. Just remember - you practically begged for this. You'll have no one to blame but yourself for getting into my fights. And that's just the way it's gonna be!" Sam pulls her thumb across her throat before turning and exiting the alley.
"Sam, I --- " "I know. You didn't know. Don't worry about it. Let's start working on part two. Don't fret on it. It actually kinda felt nice getting that flashback off my chest instead of keeping it hidden." No sooner than Sam utters those words does the camera finally shut off, ending the first promo.