Post by Samantha Tolson on Jan 6, 2018 21:49:02 GMT -5
OFF-CAMERA
Samantha Tolson sits in front of her laptop. It could be any night, in fact just about any late night come early morning, but the nightowl decides to post a picture of herself to Twitter. Just then her girlfriend, one Katie Anderson, slides in behind her in little more than a silky robe, her arms tenderly wrapping around Samantha's tank-topped shoulders.
"You're always on here baby...come to bed."
Samantha smiles and leans back into her lover. "I was going to post a picture for Thursday...wanna help me pick one out?"
Katie smiles widely. "Let me go grab the memory card from my camera...I have one I wanna see you put out there, since I took the picture and all." She kisses the back of Samantha's neck gently before exiting the scene.
Meanwhile, Samantha watches with a bit of a smirk on her face as the usual Twitter traffic flows in front of her. People arguing, people postulating, and people pontificating on a number of subjects. She sees a post from her friend Kenny Sex and responds, knowing somehow that dear Kenneth will, indeed, somehow turn the conversation to his stage last name.
Kate pads softly back into the room and hands Samantha the memory card. Samantha slips it into the slot in the lower right hand corner of her laptop, and begins to go through the various pictures. Katie stops her at one of Samantha in their bed, completely naked. "Post that one!"
Samantha scoffs. "Are you kidding me?!? I don't wanna get my account in trouble again!"
Katie giggles. "Fine, fine....keep going..."
Samantha keeps scrolling through the shots slowly, some more salacious than others, some certainly more seductive than others. She comes to one of herself sitting on a hotel room bed, topless, with her knees drawn up against her chest to avoid showing off the obvious.
Katie taps Samantha's shoulder excitedly. "That one! I love that one!"
Samantha turns her head to the side, looking upward. "This one hmm? You sure lovely?"
"Yeah. That one. That will leave some tongues wagging! I bet Roxi Johnson has something to say about it almost as soon as you post it!" Katie laughs loudly, kissing Samantha on the side of the neck with soft, tender kisses.
Samantha giggles a little as she begins to make her post. "You keep that up and I won't get this picture posted."
Katie continues, however, her hands reaching down to Samantha's chest and beyond, gently trailing to her belly. Samantha, for her part, can't help but gasp at the soft touch, trying her best to get the picture posted. "There baby...it's done."
"Good." Katie leans over and kisses her girlfriend deeply and passionately. "Now...come to bed my love..."
Samantha stands and kisses her back with equal force and passion, grabbing Katie up with a squeal as she carries her toward the staircase to the second floor of their Las Vegas home.
ON-CAMERA
Samantha Tolson sits on her couch in Las Vegas, her tablet in hand, and a grin on her face as she giggles. She's watching Ashley Williams' recent video offering...and what once might have angered her now elicits a fit of giggling.
If that ain't personal progress, then there ain't no such thing. But, forgive the digression.
Samantha sets down the tablet and looks into the camera of the cameraman she'd asked to come shoot her video today.
"Wow. I mean, just wow. Some people think they have me all figured out, don't they? I mean, they level the same boring, tired, played out accusations at me time, after time, after time again."
"You make excuses!"
"You're disingenuous!"
"You show your tits on Twitter!"
"That's pretty much the sum total of what you said, isn't it Ashley? The real nuts and bolts of your whole speech thrown into three tiny little sentences. Oh, yeah, and a lot of fluff about how you're gonna do this, that, and the other to me while talking about your former fiancee."
"See, Ashley, there's a lot you don't know about Katie and I, but this isn't yet the time nor the place to tell you how very, very wrong you really are."
"Instead, let's focus just on you for now, shall we?"
"See, Ashley, I don't buy this whole reawakening crap. Not for a hot second."
"You've had opportunity after opportunity, both here in LAW and elsewhere, to show the world just how vicious, just how hardcore you can be. And yet, what do you have to show for all of it?"
"A failed tag team title attempt with Angelica, and a win over me and Kate Steele in a tag match that I'm sure both of you will continue to try and lord over me until the end of time."
"Oh, Angelica....since you brought her up, I meant what I said. You're going to be my example to her. You're going to be my little poster child for the damage, destruction, and devastation I can cause the human body."
"You pontificate about the pictures I post online, but it wasn't all that long ago that someone was very publicly drooling over every single one of them, was it?"
"Ashley, here's the real bottom line, and I know it's one you won't agree with at all, but I have a whole world of evidence that what I'm about to tell you is true..."
Samantha grins evilly.
"...and that's despite all the suplexes and the submission holds and all the technical knowledge I have, you're truly delving into my world now."
"You're walking into a gunfight with a water pistol."
"No rules. No holds barred. No disqualifications. Falls count anywhere."
"The only thing about this match that gives you any sort of advantage is that Angelica will be in the building, and that's a miniscule advantage at that."
"No, Ashley, I'm going to do to you exactly what I say I'm going to do. You're going to be just the next in a very, very long line of wrestlers who have called me to the floor for what I do on social media, believing I don't have the skill and the determination to back it up in the ring."
"Yet, thrice I've held a title here in this company. Where's your title run?"
"Have you fought and bled to take this company's challenge of making a title legitimate, and then actually gone forth and done it?"
"Have you made said title one of the most sought-after prizes in this company, eclipsing both the Breakout and Marquee Champions in the process?"
No, Ashley, you haven't. Time and time again you run your mouth about how you'll do this, or you're going to do that, but when the bell sounds....more often than not, dear, you're flat on your back staring up at the lights."
"I can count the number of matches you've won here on one hand, and yet, Ashley, you're more worried about things I say on Twitter, or things I've said to other people here."
"Might I suggest, Aislynn....yes, I know your real name....that you for once focus on the task at hand? Focus on the three-time Chaos Champion, possibly the single most violent woman in this company's history?"
"You can't do that, can you? Focus on me, and me alone?"
"No, you're prattling about every and anything that won't affect this match in the least."
"And that's why I'm going to beat you. That's why I'm going to use you to show Angelica, and the world, that the monster is back. That the monster is once again going to be let loose to play, and wreak havoc on this and every other company I work for."
"That's why after I bloody you....after I break you down bit by bit and show the entire world that I'm so far above you that this match should never have been made...I'm going to pin you, and then I'm going to have the camera focus in on your broken, bloody, beaten frame, a warning for your teammate as to what awaits her at the end of January as well."
"You're worried about all the wrong things, Ashley, just like ninety-nine percent of my opponents."
"It's nothing more than, in the immortal words of Aerosmith..."
"...the same old story, same old song and dance."
"Those, dear Ashley, are the very lyrics of your destruction."
Samantha picks her tablet up off the couch and taps at it a couple of times, the grin returning to her visage.
Samantha Tolson sits in front of her laptop. It could be any night, in fact just about any late night come early morning, but the nightowl decides to post a picture of herself to Twitter. Just then her girlfriend, one Katie Anderson, slides in behind her in little more than a silky robe, her arms tenderly wrapping around Samantha's tank-topped shoulders.
"You're always on here baby...come to bed."
Samantha smiles and leans back into her lover. "I was going to post a picture for Thursday...wanna help me pick one out?"
Katie smiles widely. "Let me go grab the memory card from my camera...I have one I wanna see you put out there, since I took the picture and all." She kisses the back of Samantha's neck gently before exiting the scene.
Meanwhile, Samantha watches with a bit of a smirk on her face as the usual Twitter traffic flows in front of her. People arguing, people postulating, and people pontificating on a number of subjects. She sees a post from her friend Kenny Sex and responds, knowing somehow that dear Kenneth will, indeed, somehow turn the conversation to his stage last name.
Kate pads softly back into the room and hands Samantha the memory card. Samantha slips it into the slot in the lower right hand corner of her laptop, and begins to go through the various pictures. Katie stops her at one of Samantha in their bed, completely naked. "Post that one!"
Samantha scoffs. "Are you kidding me?!? I don't wanna get my account in trouble again!"
Katie giggles. "Fine, fine....keep going..."
Samantha keeps scrolling through the shots slowly, some more salacious than others, some certainly more seductive than others. She comes to one of herself sitting on a hotel room bed, topless, with her knees drawn up against her chest to avoid showing off the obvious.
Katie taps Samantha's shoulder excitedly. "That one! I love that one!"
Samantha turns her head to the side, looking upward. "This one hmm? You sure lovely?"
"Yeah. That one. That will leave some tongues wagging! I bet Roxi Johnson has something to say about it almost as soon as you post it!" Katie laughs loudly, kissing Samantha on the side of the neck with soft, tender kisses.
Samantha giggles a little as she begins to make her post. "You keep that up and I won't get this picture posted."
Katie continues, however, her hands reaching down to Samantha's chest and beyond, gently trailing to her belly. Samantha, for her part, can't help but gasp at the soft touch, trying her best to get the picture posted. "There baby...it's done."
"Good." Katie leans over and kisses her girlfriend deeply and passionately. "Now...come to bed my love..."
Samantha stands and kisses her back with equal force and passion, grabbing Katie up with a squeal as she carries her toward the staircase to the second floor of their Las Vegas home.
ON-CAMERA
Samantha Tolson sits on her couch in Las Vegas, her tablet in hand, and a grin on her face as she giggles. She's watching Ashley Williams' recent video offering...and what once might have angered her now elicits a fit of giggling.
If that ain't personal progress, then there ain't no such thing. But, forgive the digression.
Samantha sets down the tablet and looks into the camera of the cameraman she'd asked to come shoot her video today.
"Wow. I mean, just wow. Some people think they have me all figured out, don't they? I mean, they level the same boring, tired, played out accusations at me time, after time, after time again."
"You make excuses!"
"You're disingenuous!"
"You show your tits on Twitter!"
"That's pretty much the sum total of what you said, isn't it Ashley? The real nuts and bolts of your whole speech thrown into three tiny little sentences. Oh, yeah, and a lot of fluff about how you're gonna do this, that, and the other to me while talking about your former fiancee."
"See, Ashley, there's a lot you don't know about Katie and I, but this isn't yet the time nor the place to tell you how very, very wrong you really are."
"Instead, let's focus just on you for now, shall we?"
"See, Ashley, I don't buy this whole reawakening crap. Not for a hot second."
"You've had opportunity after opportunity, both here in LAW and elsewhere, to show the world just how vicious, just how hardcore you can be. And yet, what do you have to show for all of it?"
"A failed tag team title attempt with Angelica, and a win over me and Kate Steele in a tag match that I'm sure both of you will continue to try and lord over me until the end of time."
"Oh, Angelica....since you brought her up, I meant what I said. You're going to be my example to her. You're going to be my little poster child for the damage, destruction, and devastation I can cause the human body."
"You pontificate about the pictures I post online, but it wasn't all that long ago that someone was very publicly drooling over every single one of them, was it?"
"Ashley, here's the real bottom line, and I know it's one you won't agree with at all, but I have a whole world of evidence that what I'm about to tell you is true..."
Samantha grins evilly.
"...and that's despite all the suplexes and the submission holds and all the technical knowledge I have, you're truly delving into my world now."
"You're walking into a gunfight with a water pistol."
"No rules. No holds barred. No disqualifications. Falls count anywhere."
"The only thing about this match that gives you any sort of advantage is that Angelica will be in the building, and that's a miniscule advantage at that."
"No, Ashley, I'm going to do to you exactly what I say I'm going to do. You're going to be just the next in a very, very long line of wrestlers who have called me to the floor for what I do on social media, believing I don't have the skill and the determination to back it up in the ring."
"Yet, thrice I've held a title here in this company. Where's your title run?"
"Have you fought and bled to take this company's challenge of making a title legitimate, and then actually gone forth and done it?"
"Have you made said title one of the most sought-after prizes in this company, eclipsing both the Breakout and Marquee Champions in the process?"
No, Ashley, you haven't. Time and time again you run your mouth about how you'll do this, or you're going to do that, but when the bell sounds....more often than not, dear, you're flat on your back staring up at the lights."
"I can count the number of matches you've won here on one hand, and yet, Ashley, you're more worried about things I say on Twitter, or things I've said to other people here."
"Might I suggest, Aislynn....yes, I know your real name....that you for once focus on the task at hand? Focus on the three-time Chaos Champion, possibly the single most violent woman in this company's history?"
"You can't do that, can you? Focus on me, and me alone?"
"No, you're prattling about every and anything that won't affect this match in the least."
"And that's why I'm going to beat you. That's why I'm going to use you to show Angelica, and the world, that the monster is back. That the monster is once again going to be let loose to play, and wreak havoc on this and every other company I work for."
"That's why after I bloody you....after I break you down bit by bit and show the entire world that I'm so far above you that this match should never have been made...I'm going to pin you, and then I'm going to have the camera focus in on your broken, bloody, beaten frame, a warning for your teammate as to what awaits her at the end of January as well."
"You're worried about all the wrong things, Ashley, just like ninety-nine percent of my opponents."
"It's nothing more than, in the immortal words of Aerosmith..."
"...the same old story, same old song and dance."
"Those, dear Ashley, are the very lyrics of your destruction."
Samantha picks her tablet up off the couch and taps at it a couple of times, the grin returning to her visage.