Post by Sarah Twilight on Aug 28, 2016 16:38:51 GMT -5
Monday, August 22nd 2016 - 5:46pm PST
Los Angeles, California
Late August in Southern California is about as close to perfect as you can get. Palm trees basking in the cool breeze while the warmth of the sun keeps them perfectly content. The hottest point of summer behind us and ready to usher in the spring-like weather that serve as "autumn" for the region and remain that way throughout most of the "winter." The beaches were bustling with the season's last wave of tourists prior to Labor Day, avid surfers, and locals who are enjoying the absolute flawlessness of this picture perfect paradise. Just removed from the crowded, active beachfronts that line the southern coast is the Hollywood Hills. A secluded paradise in its own right. The rolling hills are lush and green, with immaculately manicured gardens full of imported trees, bushes, exotic flowers and a wide variety of domestic shrubbery. It is here, just up the winding road to Valevista Trail that we find the impeccable luxury home of Sarah Twilight. A pristine white gravel path leads up to the roundabout driveway that is adjacent to the main entrance of the home. A polished and quite exquisite flowing fountain serves as it's centerpiece. On the east end of the home an enclosed deck nestled quietly near the edge of the canyon, offering a picturesque view of the mountainside and valleys hidden just beyond the aristocratic community.
It is here, on the east deck that we find Sarah Twilight, seated in one of the mahogany chairs that made up her patio set. She is dressed in a purple belly cut tee shirt with a vee necked casual collar. This offers up her silver pentacle charm in perfect light. Her long, gorgeous red hair blows gently in the cool breeze through the covered screen that surrounds the deck. Those famous sparkling emerald green eyes twinkling mischievously as usual. A pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of white Nike sneakers with a purple trim and swoosh complete her ensemble. She sits with her feet kicked up on one of the other chairs, a tumbler of brandy in her hand as she casually sips at the drink. She takes her free hand, and reaches over onto the glass table where her iPhone had been placed and after a few clicks, checks her voicemail.
"Ms. Twilight, this is Raymond Farrow with the WCF Board of Directors. It is imperitive that you return my call immediately. There are several matters that require your expedited attention in which we need to discuss. These are very serious matters that have to this moment, remained unresolved. It has been unanimously decided that you will need to withdraw yourself from active competition and meet with us in Reading tomorrow to ..."
Sarah stops the message and without any hesitation deletes the 'urgent' voicemail left for her.
Sarah: Fuck you, Ray.
She comments as she takes another sip of her brandy. She shakes her head with a complete disregard to the corporate attempt at micromanaging. Just then, her iPhone goes off ... Sarah takes a glance at the incoming call and notices a Pennsylvania number. Her emerald eyes narrow and with incensed rage she decides to answer the call.
Sarah: Listen mother fucker! I ...
She pauses her thrashing of management as she hears the voice on the other end of the line.
"Sarah? Sarah? Oh thank God you answered!"
Sarah: Seth?
Seth: Sarah, you have to get me out of here!
Sarah: How are you even calling me? Aren't you in some lockdown rehab?
Seth: I bribed an orderly with free tickets to Revenge to let me use his cell phone. Anyway, I don't have much time. You gotta get me out of here! They want to sing and do crafts and I have to listen to people talk about their weird problems that nobody else ever has happen to them. I feel like I'm on a night out with Jay Price! Sarah, get me out of here!
Sarah laughs slightly at Seth's plight, but is onboard with this nonetheless.
Sarah: Alright, done deal. You know I didn't want this job anyway. What do I have to sign and how fast can you be back?
Seth: It's not that simple. You have to get the board to sign the release.
Sarah: ...
Seth: Come ON! Sarah, just ... threaten them or something.
Sarah: You and I both know that isn't going to work. But what if ...
Seth: What? What?! Tell me!
Sarah: What if I just fucked up the show worse than you did? I'm sure they'd be begging to have you back.
Seth: Did ... did you just insult me in a very subtle manner?
Sarah: I don't need to be subtle about shit. Now, do you want out or not?
Seth: YES!
Sarah: Good, because I can't stand this corporate bullshit. Oh well, good thing I'll be stepping in the ring on Sunday and won't have to deal with any of it.
Seth: ... You gave yourself a World Title shot didn't you?
Sarah snickers a bit over the phone at Seth's assumption. She takes another sip of her brandy, shaking her head in amusement.
Sarah: No, no. I mean I could have ... but what's the fun in that?
She pauses for a moment and smirks heavily as she thinks of something.
Sarah: Skittlez has the World Title shot.
Seth: WHAT?!!!!!
You can almost hear Seth Lerch ripping his own hair out over the phone. Sarah cannot contain her laughter.
Sarah: Relax. The main event is untouched. But you do realize, that after Revenge ... it's going to be decisions like that which are going to be what gets you out of rehab, right?
Seth: I gotcha. Do what you have to do after Revenge. ... So just out of curiousity, who ARE you stepping into the ring with?
Sarah exhales a sigh of contentment and Seth can almost picture the simpering smile upon her face. His anxiety levels rise as he awaits her answer, which is delivered to him very nonchalantly.
Sarah: Oh, it's nothing to be concerned with. Just a match against Zero Tolerance ... and some dead weight Purge prick.
Seth: Zero Toler ...
Seth is quite disturbed by this and quickly realizes the implications of Sarah taking part in such a match.
Seth: Sarah!! No! I like those guys ... Sarah?! Sarah don't do this ...
Sarah: Sorry Seth, I gotta go. Ciao!
Seth: Wait! Sarah?! ... Oh no not again ...
The line goes dead as Sarah terminates the call. She leans back in her chair and takes the final swig of the remaining brandy in her glass. And with a slight chatter of laughter she releases an exuberant sigh after finishing off the alcoholic refreshment. Looking at the glass, she responded to Seth once more despite no longer having him on the line.
Sarah: Don't you worry ... things will be EXACTLY as they should.
Fade to black.
Thursday, August 25th 2016 - 7:22am EST
Point Pleasant Beach, New Jersey
The peaceful rhythm of waves crashing against the sandy shores mingled with the caws of seagulls flying overhead are the only sounds that can be heard along this pristine stretch of the Jersey Shore. Majestically, the Atlantic Ocean showing off its great power as the remaining minutes of this high tide cycle play out along the coastline. It is here that we find Sarah Twilight coming toward the last stretch of her two hour early morning jog. A dark blue tank hugs the curves of her chest and finds itself hanging just below the naval, barely meeting the elastic waistband to her navy blue athletic pants. Two white stripes trail down each pant leg leading to another set of crunched up elastic that serves as the base of the athletic wear at each ankle. A white pair of Nike sneakers cover her feet, complete with a baby blue swoosh and trim. Her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail keeping her fiery red locks secure as her hair sways back and forth with each step. Earbuds nestled in her ears, with the wires loosely trailing down her side to the iPod clipped to the side of her waistband. Sarah rounds the last curve of sand dunes and makes her way to the wooden planks embedded into the sand and leading up to the main boardwalk toward her hotel. She stops at the top of the steps to retrieve a small bag she'd left there and removes a cold bottled water from within, taking a long pull of its contents. Just as she pulls the bottle from her lips, something catches her attention from the corner of her eye. She turns to see Adrian Archer standing on the boardwalk, smiling.
Adrian Archer: You're at it early.
He takes a few steps toward Sarah who was still on the planked stairs. She removes her earbuds and narrows her eyes a bt at Archer, questioning his presence.
Adrian Archer: I'm not sure if anyone's told you, but Newark is about an hour that way.
He points toward the north with his index finger. Sarah grabs her remaining belongings and brushes past Archer, not looking very pleased.
Sarah: I know where the fuck Newark is.
Adrain Archer: Whoa, whoa! I was just making conversation. What's with the attitude?[/color]
Sarah pauses in her step and turns back to face Archer, a scowl remains upon her face.
Sarah: If I have to be stuck in this shithole of a state, I'm at least going to enjoy the ONE redeeming quality it has.
She waves her hand outward, motioning toward the Atlantic Ocean.
Sarah: And I sure as HELL won't be spending my time in a filthy sesspool like Newark. Now, what the hell do you want? Why are you here?
Adrian Archer: The better question would be, where were YOU yesterday? Would be nice if my teammate communicated a bit.
Sarah dismisses him simply with the look in her eyes.
Sarah: I don't owe you shit. Be grateful that I've even decided to accompany you on Sunday.
Archer is growing a bit agitated as he had thought things were going well between the two after the business meeting they'd had earlier in the week.
Adrian Archer: I never assumed you owed me anything. But I have come too far, too fast to be trifled with! I already dropped dead weight once.
Sarah gets right into Adrian's face upon hearing his snickering insult.
Sarah: My success does not hinge upon yours. I've already carved my name into WCF history. But you? Your success most absolutely DOES hinge upon me. So don't piss me off.
Adrian smirks a bit and laughs.
Adrian Archer: Wouldn't dream of it. My stake in this is far too great. But what about you? What exactly is your stake in this? I mean I know you want a fight ... but why this one? Why agree to fight along my side if only to alienate me just days before we are set to engage in battle?
Sarah: My agenda is my own. That's all you need to know.
Sarah again dismisses her partner with her facial expressions. Archer wasn't privvy to her motives and that was how it was going to remain. Archer, however was not content to leave it this way whatsoever.
Adrian Archer: We're going in against a unit. If they are nothing else they are unified. I need to know I have that same advantage ... partnership ... trust.
Sarah snaps back at him angrily. His expectations obviously unfounded in her eyes.
Sarah: You put yourself into a pit with a snake. This snake ... most definitely bites. You already knew that before you walked into this. And if you didn't know, or are pretending that you are somehow an exception than you are just as ignorant and insignificant as the rest of the pathetic sheep around here.
Archer raises a brow. He did already know that Sarah was callous and cold hearted. Perhaps he was trying to make the best of it, or perhaps this was what he was expecting after all.
Sarah: I don't give a shit about you, or what your stake in any of this is. I am going to HURT Jason Cash, I am going to HURT Salem Shephard and I am going to HURT your pathetic bitch boy of a former partner. But don't think for a fraction of a SECOND that I won't drop you or that Jap just as quickly if you get in my way because I damn fucking sure as hell will!
Sarah again brushes past Archer, this time much more emphatically as she makes her way toward her hotel. Archer grins as he removes his phone from his pocket and dials a number. After a few rings, someone picks up on the other end.
Adrian Archer: Hello my new Japanese friend, I have marvelous ... MAGNIFICENT news!
There is a brief pause in the conversation before Archer continues.
Adrian Archer: Yes, Sarah ... she's at 200% ... just as wicked as ever. I do believe things are going absolutely perfect right now.
Archer finishes the brief conversation with Kira Izumi and places his phone back into his pocket. He strolls down the boardwalk in the opposite direction as Sarah and begins whistling happily as we again fade out.
Saturday, August 27th 2016 8:00pm EST
WCF Network Exclusive
Setting up for a live broadcast on the WCF network is every bit as chaotic as preparing for a live WCF event. People are always scrambling around backstage, trying to make sure every aspect of the show runs smoothly. Crews ensuring that the most pampered of stars are well taken care of, while Production Assistants keep to meticulous schedules, to be sure that everything happens at the exact moment that it should. Sound crews and stage hands roam everywhere, constantly shuffling around. Props being moved from place to place. Lighting flashing on in one location as it is switched off at another. For this particular broadcast, however the setup was simple. There is a black backdrop displaying the WCF logo in its brilliant green and white hues. Two chairs are seated adjacent to one another on either side of a small table serving as the centerpiece. The cloth draping over the table also displaying the WCF logo in its embroidery. Seated on the lefthand side of the table is Zack Davis, who normally conducted ringside commentary but occassionally held in depth interviews on the WCF Network. He is wearing a dark grey suit with a red and black striped tie, looking as professional as always. Seated across from him on the right was of course "The Mistress of Mischief" Sarah Twilight. The ostentatious redhead is casually dressed in a pair of navy blue denim jeans that hug the curves of her toned calves and shapely hips, outlining her flawless figure and cover over the black leather high-heeled boots she was wearing. A matching denim jacket remains unbuttoned and brings its trim just above her waist line, complimenting her white crop top and display her toned, tanned abs prominently. Deep emerald green eyes sparkle mischievously under the glow of the stage lights and her gorgeous red locks flow elegantly around her shoulders, outlining the feautures of her face and settle midway down her back. A sterling silver necklace dangles from around her neck, prominently displaying a glistening silver pentacle charm. Make-up of any kind is absent from her face which boasts its own, naturally flawless features.
Zack Davis: Welcome to this edition of WCF Fan Files where we ask the hard hitting questions that YOU, the fans of the WCF really want to know the answers to. Joining me tonight, a future Hall of Famer, and the most successful woman in WCF history. Former WCF World Champion, 2012 WCF Classic Winner, Television Champion, Multi time Tag Team Champion, Hellimination winner ... She is currently the General Manager of WCF programming and returns to in ring action this Sunday at Revenge. My guest ... Sarah Twilight.
Sarah nods toward the cameras as her introduction is made. Zack wastes no time in cutting right into things.
Zack Davis: Good to see you again Sarah. Now, as of Slam this passed week you are at the helm of WCF. This is something we've seen before. Many refer to your first period in charge of WCF as the "wild west." No rules ... barbaric matches. We had some pretty unsafe working conditions during that period of time. There has been speculation among many backstage and some concerns that we'll be returning to such a state in WCF. So my first question to you is ... what can we expect this time around?
Sarah shakes her head with a mischievous cackle.
Sarah: Those were some good times. I don't have to tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed making life miserable for everyone. But that was then. Right now, this position I have ... I didn't want it. I still don't want it, and I am doing whatever it is I have to do to remove myself from it. My only desire is to get back into the ring. So I made sure that is what is happening.
Zack Davis: Obviously it's sending waves throughout WCF. But, we've seen you back before ... only to have another hiatus for several months. What is different about this time around?
Sarah sneers her upper lip at Zack, seemingly a bit insulted by the line of questioning. She narrows her eyes at him a bit before responding to his inquiry.
Sarah: This is the first time in about three years that I have a desire to step back into the ring. I'm not just showing up once as a favor to Seth or anyone else. I mean, I used to get phone calls asking me to show up for such and such event and sure, I get what Seth was going for. I walk out there and it's like "Oh shit, Sarah Twilight is here!" and that's pretty much the payoff. Seth draws off of it, the internet buzzes with theories and rumors and everyone wonders if this big return is really going to happen. I get a paycheck just for showing up. It all sounds great, and sure, when Seth pitches these ideas to me over the phone I may have that slight desire to get back into it ... and then I show up and it's just the same shit on a different day. There's nothing in it for me. So I collect my check and go back to my life.
Zack listens on curiously as the camera zooms its focus onto Sarah Twilight.
Sarah: This time, Seth didn't call me. I called him. It is by my decision that I'm here. After three years of watching the revolving doors of WCF continue to swing and produce nothing of any interest to me, I finally decided that it was time to lace up the boots again and make it interesting myself. I'm here because that's what I want to do, and you damn well know that I do whatever the hell I feel like.
Zack Davis: Why now? Why this match? Zero Tolerance? The Purge? They may be split on both ends but why these particular men? What is your motivation for choosing right now as your time, and this match?
Sarah: You could say, Zack, that I have a Zero Tolerance for stables. Individually, I have nothing personal against Jason Cash ... I have nothing personal against Salem Shephard or even Damian Kaine. It's what the idea of forming a faction represents, and that completely disgusts me. In all honesty, I'm doing them a favor.
Zack Davis: I ... I don't understand. You were a part of one of the greatest factions during the stable wars era. You've been a multiple time Tag Team Champion ...
Sarah: Exactly. I know what it is to lug around several sacks of shit. I had to CARRY Ayria Adams during our Tag Team Championship run. I had to CARRY Jonathan Jakobs, I've had to CARRY Lilith and Waylon Cash and Roy Speede and Ana Valentine. And we all know how that turned out. So why don't you sit there and shut the fuck up and let me give you and the rest of the sheep a history lesson! In case you stupid fucks have forgotten why it is that we no longer HAVE the 'stable wars' era.
Sarah snickers with a vile, wicked malice that was quite evident.
GENESIS
Sarah: Everything has a beginning and the moment that beginning is set into motion you are heading toward the end. When I had Frank Venable and Roy Speede PLEAD with me to take up their cause and become a member of Genesis that had already set their demise into motion. You had a group of mediocre wrestlers looking to increase numbers because THAT was they only thing they COULD increase. None of them could have increased their talent. And the moment they had me decide to show up and play the little stable game, their stock SKYROCKETED. Yet, I continued to climb and they remained behind, left in the DUST of my success.
Sure, I allowed them to come along for the ride so long as it was convenient for me to do so. As time went on we saw Logan, Ana Valentine, Tek, Steeltoe Joe and a host of others climb on board the Genesis Express ... but not a one of them had a CLUE that the track ahead was unfinished and that I was leading every last one of them to the cliff. Their own desire to attach themselves to greatness was their undoing. The numbers continued to increase, but the talent surrounding me remained stagnant. And just like that, with the snap of my finger I ripped into the very SOUL of Genesis and yanked it from the void, forever shattering each and every last one of them.
Zero Tolerance? They are like Genesis in the sense that they seek numbers as if it would somehow increase their stock. We saw this experment with Kira Izumi. They let him hop along for the ride and quickly realized that doing so was not in their best interest. But they've played their cards wrong. It shows me that they are sheep just as blind as Genesis was. Because a wolf would have allowed him along for the ride and waned him into a false sense of security. A wolf would have used his labor, however mediocre and hide the knives in the cuff of its sleeve, waiting for the moment that the golden spoils ahead were within reach before plunging its knife into the sheep to feast upon its flesh.
Like Genesis, Zero Tolerance is not quite sure where it stands or whom among its ranks they should follow. That is already the problem. A wolf does not follow, it leads. Sheep follow the flock oblivious to the dangers that lie ahead. A wolf will adorn himself with the pelt of his meal and lead the blind sheep toward his den. I led Genesis into the depths of my own den and feasted upon their flesh. I left them in ruin, and I destroyed them.
Just like with Genesis, I will lead Zero Tolerance to my table prepared for feast. Because they have shown that like Genesis, they are blinded by the false promises of collective success and are blind to the individual dangers they follow each other toward. Dependence upon another is the trait of a sheep, not a wolf. And it is a trait I shall exploit for my own gain. Just as with Genesis, the wolf shall feast upon the lambs brough to her for slaughter.
DARK SAINTS
Sarah: The Church of Dark Saints came in as a force ... lead by Oblivion. He charged his monsters into battle and conquered all that could be conquered within WCF. He and his minions rode a heavy wave of success as they fell warrior upon warrior before them. They marched into battle with Genesis ... and their reign of terror held no end in sight. But in an instant it was all extinguished. Not even Eric Price, bought and paid for as the referee by Seth Lerch himself could save them from the fate that awaited them. Their demise was again at my hands. In the zero hour when all hope was lost for Genesis as they waged their war with the demonic forces of Oblivion's evil, the scales were tipped once again.
I was the deciding factor. My dominance and my aggression SNUFFED out what was to be Oblivion's most glorious era in WCF history. It did not happen because I did not allow it to happen. Oblivion and his minions found out that Helloween what a TRUE monster REALLY WAS!
Like the Church of Dark Saints, Zero Tolerance has blasted into WCF like a wrecking ball. They have enjoyed a wave of dominance and have basked in their confidence. They look to do what Oblivion looked to do. They wish to cripple the ranks by force of number. And JUST like with the Church of Dark Saints ... I stand in their way. I stand as the opposition simply because I CAN. I look upon them as I did Oblivion and his minions, and I do not see monsters. I see men. Men whose own insecurities and failures have pushed them to the brink of insanity. They desire power, dominance and deamnd respect. But they shall not attain those things because I will not allow it.
The downfall of the Church of Dark Saints came about because these men, no matter how demented, how deranged or how capable ... would no longer worship their deity after succumbing to the viciousness of my wrath. Oblivion could no longer keep his minions under his thumb and so with that one night, I demolished what was once a strong and devout church. I eliminated the faith they held so blindly for their monster and the walls crumbled around him as I did. I reached into the belly of the beast and I removed his black heart for all the world to see and they trembled at my feet.
Zero Tolerance shall suffer the same fate at my hands. They will tremble at my feet as I expose the facade for all of the world to see and they shall no longer be feared as insatiable monsters, but they shall be looked upon as pitiful men. You have no charge leading you into battle and I shall expose your weaknesses for the world to see. Just like the Church of Dark Saints ... Zero Tolerance shall crumble before me.
PANTHEON
Sarah: The measuring stick for any stable that was or ever will exist within WCF is the Pantheon. A group of men who ushered in an era of dominace over WCF like no other. Jonny Fly, Jeff Purse, Corey Black among their ranks. They were considered an unstoppable force ... and for quite a while they were.
The problem with Pantheon became quite apparent, very quickly ... ego. Something that is as easily exploited as hobbled prey on the battlefield. And exploit them I did!
All it took was the batting of an eyelash and the flash of a smile to have Jeff Purse at my beck and call. So wrapped up in his infatuations with me that he abandoned his very own fiancè to be at my side. The manipulation of Jeff Purse enhanced a growing jealousy between himself and Jonny Fly. And I sat and watched as my game expedited their implosion from within. As great as these men all were, I had each one of them on their knees at my feet and they hadn't even noticed until it was far too late.
Zero Tolerance ... although they will never be the measuring stick that Pantheon had become ... they are like Pantheon in the sense that they are slowly dying from within. They excommunicated Kira Izumi, which I have already explained why the timing of that was foolish. But at the same time, despite having three members remaining to their group ... only two of them will be standing at one another's side. They get the wasteful leftovers of what was once The Purge ... simply because one of their own ranks has more talent than the others. Explain to me what will happen if Crazy J leaves Revenge with Championship Gold only to find that his stablemates had their heads kicked in?
Or how long will it be until Jason or Salem start to display their own jealousy of Crazy J? Who will be next on the chopping block? Jason Cash? Could he be the weak link? Or what if Salem Shephard were pinned two weeks in a row? How exactly would that affect his stock with his 'brothers'? What if Crazy J is simply exiled for being a step ahead of the rest? Like Pantheon, it is your own jealousy, your own envy of one another that will contribute to your demise. And just as with Pantheon, you shall be laid at my feet another victim. You shall suffer at my hands and I will watch your failures begin to chip away at the core of your essence.
Be it Genesis, or the Church of Dark Saints or Pantheon .... the common denominator in their destruction was ME! It is because of me that each of those factions has been laid to rest and forever locked away in the annals of WCF history. It is by my hands that a stable dies. It is through me that success or failure is decided. I have eliminated the rest and I will eliminate this new crop just the same.
I have stood toe to toe with the very best, and I have extinguished every last one of them.
You are not the best. You are another cardboard cut-out.
There is no unity in defeat. I will stand over your carcasses and revel in your destruction.
Zero Tolerance is no more.
Just another stable that I've killed.
End feed.
