Post by steelmorrigan on Mar 11, 2020 17:18:53 GMT -5
IN THE PAST
For the attention of Amber Cooke: Urgent.
The Email had sat with her even as the weight on her shoulders didn’t ease up as she was driving from squat to stand, focused on the form of the motion as opposed to the weight that hat that , stay consistent for better results as opposed to being dumb and blowing something out attempting your PB, push without over exertion, save your strength.
You have been invited to attend a meeting for PURE, where you will soon represent us.
The notion of her name being attached to any sort of Purity almost made her laugh even as she hissed at the weight eyes closing as she remembered the flash through press conference the presentation of herself as the latest member of PURE the question had come about the New Wave Title match, her inclusion in the Promotion and her hopes for the future.
We invite only the purest of athletes to our ranks and hope to show heart, dedication and unique passion to all those who would stand in your way, and to do not only our organisation, but our stable proud.
She’d stood silent for a moment before she picked up the microphone and took in a breath.
“Listen, I just got here I have a lot of things to get used to, a lot of learning to do in my own way, but if I know something very well it’s the universal language of violence. That translates across all borders."
She felt a grin grow over her features as a hand pointed at the camera.
“Some will talk about the Purity of The sport, some will talk about the Purity of company, but I’m going to talk about the Purity of Combat, and to my new family, my new friends I have but one message for anyone who gets in my way.”
Her grin grew wider and she leant back her eyes narrowing a little as she taking in the photographers and she idly clicked her tongue against teeth.
“And that’s instead of talking a loud game, I will instead give you a loud game, there will be sound and fury, I will bring to you something pure, I will bring you war in every breath, War in every strike. War in every hold and like War it will eat at you until you find yourself stood at the same level as Me, and then Then you’ll fall further and I’ll stand above you and that’ll be that simple as.”
She rubbed just under her nose.
“Win or lose, I will leave you a reminder of every meeting, win or lose you’ll always look back on the day Amber Cooke stood across from you and found you wanting, because Violence is a universal language, and I speak it, very well.”
She smirks.
“Even the Pure needs a little bit of grit in its bite, that’s me and that’s a promise.”
Fuck
Coming up so close an d so short , the bridesmaid and not the bride , all those other clichés that really don’t mean shit, but sound nice when you say them in an attempt to remind people you know what the fuck you’re talking about.
The truth of it was she was angry, there was being humble l and all but humble wasn’t her thing she just felt angrier and the desire to get out there and do her thing had grown, seeing her name opposite somebody else’s had been a great start, but there had come the caveat.
She had to play nice with others, she was capable of it, she’d sided with a unit after all stood shoulder to shoulder with other men and women and tasted the dust as the desert blew in her face, rocks and pebbles mixing with cordite and sandbags in the miserable Afghan heat.
Olympia should be easy compared to that bag of kittens, but the awareness they were relatively new to each other was there compared to that well established team friends, comrades.
There was of course only one sane response to this.
There was of course only one sane response to this.
Fade in.
“Wild Animals, feral, untrained and ready to strike, hunting stalking and unrelenting, drawing you into a battle for survival, That’s the Pack Right? Canis Canem Edit? I‘ll tell you what I see.”
We Fade in to Amber sat on a steel chair with the back towards the camera, legs straddling as she leans on her arm.
“I see sheep playing at howling at the moon and hoping nobody calls them on it because they’ve been here longer.”
She smirks into the camera.
“Wrong answer kids, you might have an experience in age, and ring time, but I’m not going to back down form calling anyone out, staring them in face and letting all hell break loose until somebody walks, limps or crawls away.”
She leans forwards, ecxmainign the camera maybe even beond it daring,hoping her opponents are watching
“That’s before we get into my partner Olympia, giant of a woman and the two of us are just aching to knock you form your perch, hell I’m aching to go at you no just for the pretty piece of tin but to show you just how things are with me personally I take to your kind of challenge like a duck to water, I want that shit, give me that animal intensity please come at me…”
She smirks a michevious angry fire in her eyes.
“ I’ll hit you like a .45 . The tin is just a prize on the side an assurance and a remind the piece of your hide I take with me to show everyone else just what it is I’ve done.”
She talks a minute to inhale and close her eyes with a small chuckle and rolling her neck with a nod.
“As I’ve said before, Win or lose, You’re going to take a piece of me with you nobody in J-Rok is going to forget me in a hurry, I’ll the ache in your knee when you wake up, the crick in your neck, that ache in the base of your ribs when you breathe in too deep….You might be Animals…”
She grins.
“But I’m a soldier, and a hunter, all you can do is Make peace…and prepare for war.”
Fade out.