Post by Samantha Tolson on May 27, 2017 21:20:40 GMT -5
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Whirlwind. That was the only way Samantha Tolson could think of everything that had happened in her life over the last two weeks or so. All the various emotional highs and lows she ever imagined she could feel...she'd felt, and in spades.
First, it was being cheated out of the CWC World Championship, after Ashley Tierney had used a set of brass knuckles to knock her loopy then pin her. The very next day, her girlfriend at the time broke up with her by text message from El Paso, Texas. That night, she flew to Las Vegas, comforted by her best friend, one that she would have chosen over anyone else if only she'd ask, her heart shattered, her mind awash in too many thoughts and feelings to ever straighten out, even with professional help.
Two nights later, she was forced to compete in a tag team match in Hawaii with the woman who had, just two days earlier, completely destroyed her. They functioned well enough to win the match over a pair of rookies...sisters, teaming together for the first time in their first match ever...but after the match, Samantha'd done something completely against her nature.
She'd given her ex-girlfriend two very forceful, very nasty German suplexes, then walked out of the ring.
It was after that match, as she quickly ran through the backstage area and then to her private plane as fast as she could, not even bothering to change out of her ring gear, that things would change...little did Samantha know it at the time.
She got onto her plane and made a beeline for Atlantic City, somehow having the good fortune to book a hotel room before she landed. Her best friend, the same woman who had very lovingly and generously held her as she cried just two evenings prior, had arranged a meeting with Samantha and another friend named Maggie Lockheart. Just a chance to meet and get to know each other, possibly become friends.
What had become of that meeting, in the early morning hours in a small breakfast nook along the famed Boardwalk had become so very much more. The two fell in love, for Samantha frighteningly quickly, but also refreshingly, as Maggie had taken a broken heart and not only mended it just as quickly, but helped it heal, able to feel and beat once more.
Samantha had spent nearly a week with Maggie at her condo in New York City, the one she owned above the tattoo parlor she also owned and operated. In those days, Samantha had completely given herself over to Maggie in ways she never once dreamed she would, ways that some people would either question or ridicule. None of that had mattered to Samantha, willingly becoming that which Maggie desired...and likewise, Maggie taking her to many heights in many ways that Samantha had never visited.
There was much she owed to her best friend for the many kindnesses lately, a debt that simply could never be repaid, especially for bringing herself and Maggie together. That was the thought in her head as she gently touched the thin leather collar around her neck, the small silver heart dangling from the loop on it with a tiny silver chain, hand in hand with Maggie as they strolled along the bank of San Antonio's Riverwalk.
The lights from the various businesses twinkled off the moving water of the San Antonio River as it flowed through the area, both of them sated after a meal at Paesanos. They didn't speak, only looked at each other with wide grins, close as they could be as their fingers intertwined, walking toward a docking area for one of the gondolas that floated on the river.
The pair stepped down the small set of stairs in lockstep with each other, their right legs stepping down in unison, followed by their left legs. Their boat slowly steered itself into the dock, and the boat's director helped them step in, Maggie followed closely by Samantha. The two women sat down, and quickly attached themselves to each other in the center of the seat, the soft Italian serenade from their guide seeming like a tale of what they felt for each other.
Samantha couldn't help but smile again as she looked into Maggie's eyes, losing herself in those light blue pools of magnificence, falling even deeper and harder for the woman she called, when appropriate, her Mistress. Samantha put her arm around Maggie and pulled her shoulders to her, her lips finding Maggie's for a long, slow kiss.
Samantha Tolson was in love, and for the first time in her life, it was real, honest, and pure, with no strings attached.
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Samantha Tolson sat in a gondola on San Antonio's famed Riverwalk, the gentle waters of the San Antonio River rippling beneath it, the lights of the various businesses glowing against the water. Her girlfriend, Maggie Lockheart, stood on the dock out of the camera's view, but from the look on Samantha's face, it was clear her confidence had been bolstered by the mere presence of the blue-haired beauty awaiting her to finish her business.
"Validation, Maria Salvatore. An interesting concept, no? That's the name of the event tomorrow night, when you challenge me for my Chaos Championship."
"You laid out the challenge quite clearly. You and I, my title on the line, not under the one rule I fought, bled, and sweat to establish for it, but under your choice of guidelines. Pure Rules."
"At first, admittedly, I was disgusted by your challenge for me. I thought then, and still do, that you're little more than a coward, unwilling or unable to truly engage in a fight for the championship you want to put around your waist. But that night as I stood in the ring, watching you stand on the stage and issue your little dare, it hit me."
"Not only are you a coward, but you're a scared coward, trying desperately to tilt the balance in your favor, knowing that under the given rules of engagement, you would be completely and utterly outclassed."
A gentle breeze came across the river, forcing Samantha to brush some strands of her brunette hair from her face.
"Do you understand the mistake you've made, Maria. I mean, do you truly and honestly realize the error you have made in judging me unable to compete in a Pure Rules match?"
"Your aim is to take away what you perceive to be my greatest strength, but all you've really done is simply remove one single arrow from a quiver full of them. You've tried to remove a brick from the very center of a wall, hoping that choice would cause the wall to fall in upon itself, crashing to the ground in a heap of uselessness."
"You've chosen unwisely. Your youth and inexperience has allowed you to create for yourself a situation you cannot possibly hope to thrive within, your cowardice causing you to make a challenge to which you cannot stand, your overconfidence in your assessments of our individual skills presenting you with the exact opposite of the situation you've attempted to create for yourself."
"For in our match, Maria...I hold all the power. I have four aces in my hand, while you're stuck with a hand you cannot play effectively."
"Do you really believe that, under your chosen guides, I can't beat you? Do you really think that I don't know how to wrestle a clean, effective match without weaponry?"
"Or, do you think that my violent nature inside the ring cannot be satisfied under the mask of Pure Rules?"
"You're wrong, Maria. Very, very wrong. I can still kick you in the ribs, smiling at you as I hear them crack beneath my feet."
"I can still chop your chest repeatedly, grinning wickedly as the welts form and blood begins to leak from them."
"I can still suplex you into oblivion, enjoying the sound of the air leaving your lungs, your head bouncing audibly off the mat, concussing you into a stupor."
Samantha slides over to the far edge of the boat, looking down at the water for a moment.
"No, Maria my dear, all you've done is tilted the scales firmly in my favor, making the mountain you have to climb that much taller."
"You think that by some mistake, some lucky miracle that you bank on being blessed with, you're going to put your submission hold on me, and I'll have no choice but cede to your will and let you destroy everything I've done to create this championship and hold it thrice."
"It's a mistake that, sadly for you, will never happen. A mistake that will not come, and when I've dropped you on your head for the final time, rendering you unconscious, will lead to the very destruction of your goals you hope to foister on me."
Samantha reaches a hand down, letting the rushing waters of the river play against her fingers for a few moments before she looks up at the camera again.
"No Maria, I won't be sleeping with any fish tomorrow night when all's said and done."
"But I guarantee you one thing."
"You're going to look awfully, woefully wet behind the ears compared to me."
"You don't get my title."
"You will not ruin over a year of hard effort, a division built on my back, with my blood, sweat, and tears the fuel for it's creation."
"I'm going to beat you, Maria Salvatore, and I'm going to do it at your own game."
A wicked, devious smile then crossed Samantha's face.
"Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly."
"You just mixed up the roles. You're caught in my web now, Maria."
"And like that very spider, I'm going to drain you of your life before leaving you nothing more than a shell."
Samantha stood up, and with help, joined Maggie on the dock, the two of them taking each other's hand and turning away, walking toward the stairs to lead them back up onto the streets of the Riverwalk.
Whirlwind. That was the only way Samantha Tolson could think of everything that had happened in her life over the last two weeks or so. All the various emotional highs and lows she ever imagined she could feel...she'd felt, and in spades.
First, it was being cheated out of the CWC World Championship, after Ashley Tierney had used a set of brass knuckles to knock her loopy then pin her. The very next day, her girlfriend at the time broke up with her by text message from El Paso, Texas. That night, she flew to Las Vegas, comforted by her best friend, one that she would have chosen over anyone else if only she'd ask, her heart shattered, her mind awash in too many thoughts and feelings to ever straighten out, even with professional help.
Two nights later, she was forced to compete in a tag team match in Hawaii with the woman who had, just two days earlier, completely destroyed her. They functioned well enough to win the match over a pair of rookies...sisters, teaming together for the first time in their first match ever...but after the match, Samantha'd done something completely against her nature.
She'd given her ex-girlfriend two very forceful, very nasty German suplexes, then walked out of the ring.
It was after that match, as she quickly ran through the backstage area and then to her private plane as fast as she could, not even bothering to change out of her ring gear, that things would change...little did Samantha know it at the time.
She got onto her plane and made a beeline for Atlantic City, somehow having the good fortune to book a hotel room before she landed. Her best friend, the same woman who had very lovingly and generously held her as she cried just two evenings prior, had arranged a meeting with Samantha and another friend named Maggie Lockheart. Just a chance to meet and get to know each other, possibly become friends.
What had become of that meeting, in the early morning hours in a small breakfast nook along the famed Boardwalk had become so very much more. The two fell in love, for Samantha frighteningly quickly, but also refreshingly, as Maggie had taken a broken heart and not only mended it just as quickly, but helped it heal, able to feel and beat once more.
Samantha had spent nearly a week with Maggie at her condo in New York City, the one she owned above the tattoo parlor she also owned and operated. In those days, Samantha had completely given herself over to Maggie in ways she never once dreamed she would, ways that some people would either question or ridicule. None of that had mattered to Samantha, willingly becoming that which Maggie desired...and likewise, Maggie taking her to many heights in many ways that Samantha had never visited.
There was much she owed to her best friend for the many kindnesses lately, a debt that simply could never be repaid, especially for bringing herself and Maggie together. That was the thought in her head as she gently touched the thin leather collar around her neck, the small silver heart dangling from the loop on it with a tiny silver chain, hand in hand with Maggie as they strolled along the bank of San Antonio's Riverwalk.
The lights from the various businesses twinkled off the moving water of the San Antonio River as it flowed through the area, both of them sated after a meal at Paesanos. They didn't speak, only looked at each other with wide grins, close as they could be as their fingers intertwined, walking toward a docking area for one of the gondolas that floated on the river.
The pair stepped down the small set of stairs in lockstep with each other, their right legs stepping down in unison, followed by their left legs. Their boat slowly steered itself into the dock, and the boat's director helped them step in, Maggie followed closely by Samantha. The two women sat down, and quickly attached themselves to each other in the center of the seat, the soft Italian serenade from their guide seeming like a tale of what they felt for each other.
Samantha couldn't help but smile again as she looked into Maggie's eyes, losing herself in those light blue pools of magnificence, falling even deeper and harder for the woman she called, when appropriate, her Mistress. Samantha put her arm around Maggie and pulled her shoulders to her, her lips finding Maggie's for a long, slow kiss.
Samantha Tolson was in love, and for the first time in her life, it was real, honest, and pure, with no strings attached.
ON-CAMERA
Samantha Tolson sat in a gondola on San Antonio's famed Riverwalk, the gentle waters of the San Antonio River rippling beneath it, the lights of the various businesses glowing against the water. Her girlfriend, Maggie Lockheart, stood on the dock out of the camera's view, but from the look on Samantha's face, it was clear her confidence had been bolstered by the mere presence of the blue-haired beauty awaiting her to finish her business.
"Validation, Maria Salvatore. An interesting concept, no? That's the name of the event tomorrow night, when you challenge me for my Chaos Championship."
"You laid out the challenge quite clearly. You and I, my title on the line, not under the one rule I fought, bled, and sweat to establish for it, but under your choice of guidelines. Pure Rules."
"At first, admittedly, I was disgusted by your challenge for me. I thought then, and still do, that you're little more than a coward, unwilling or unable to truly engage in a fight for the championship you want to put around your waist. But that night as I stood in the ring, watching you stand on the stage and issue your little dare, it hit me."
"Not only are you a coward, but you're a scared coward, trying desperately to tilt the balance in your favor, knowing that under the given rules of engagement, you would be completely and utterly outclassed."
A gentle breeze came across the river, forcing Samantha to brush some strands of her brunette hair from her face.
"Do you understand the mistake you've made, Maria. I mean, do you truly and honestly realize the error you have made in judging me unable to compete in a Pure Rules match?"
"Your aim is to take away what you perceive to be my greatest strength, but all you've really done is simply remove one single arrow from a quiver full of them. You've tried to remove a brick from the very center of a wall, hoping that choice would cause the wall to fall in upon itself, crashing to the ground in a heap of uselessness."
"You've chosen unwisely. Your youth and inexperience has allowed you to create for yourself a situation you cannot possibly hope to thrive within, your cowardice causing you to make a challenge to which you cannot stand, your overconfidence in your assessments of our individual skills presenting you with the exact opposite of the situation you've attempted to create for yourself."
"For in our match, Maria...I hold all the power. I have four aces in my hand, while you're stuck with a hand you cannot play effectively."
"Do you really believe that, under your chosen guides, I can't beat you? Do you really think that I don't know how to wrestle a clean, effective match without weaponry?"
"Or, do you think that my violent nature inside the ring cannot be satisfied under the mask of Pure Rules?"
"You're wrong, Maria. Very, very wrong. I can still kick you in the ribs, smiling at you as I hear them crack beneath my feet."
"I can still chop your chest repeatedly, grinning wickedly as the welts form and blood begins to leak from them."
"I can still suplex you into oblivion, enjoying the sound of the air leaving your lungs, your head bouncing audibly off the mat, concussing you into a stupor."
Samantha slides over to the far edge of the boat, looking down at the water for a moment.
"No, Maria my dear, all you've done is tilted the scales firmly in my favor, making the mountain you have to climb that much taller."
"You think that by some mistake, some lucky miracle that you bank on being blessed with, you're going to put your submission hold on me, and I'll have no choice but cede to your will and let you destroy everything I've done to create this championship and hold it thrice."
"It's a mistake that, sadly for you, will never happen. A mistake that will not come, and when I've dropped you on your head for the final time, rendering you unconscious, will lead to the very destruction of your goals you hope to foister on me."
Samantha reaches a hand down, letting the rushing waters of the river play against her fingers for a few moments before she looks up at the camera again.
"No Maria, I won't be sleeping with any fish tomorrow night when all's said and done."
"But I guarantee you one thing."
"You're going to look awfully, woefully wet behind the ears compared to me."
"You don't get my title."
"You will not ruin over a year of hard effort, a division built on my back, with my blood, sweat, and tears the fuel for it's creation."
"I'm going to beat you, Maria Salvatore, and I'm going to do it at your own game."
A wicked, devious smile then crossed Samantha's face.
"Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly."
"You just mixed up the roles. You're caught in my web now, Maria."
"And like that very spider, I'm going to drain you of your life before leaving you nothing more than a shell."
Samantha stood up, and with help, joined Maggie on the dock, the two of them taking each other's hand and turning away, walking toward the stairs to lead them back up onto the streets of the Riverwalk.