They Look Like Ants Up Here Because They Are Ants
Mar 22, 2017 12:01:01 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Mar 22, 2017 12:01:01 GMT -5
All behold our glorious overlord AMIRA, high above civilization, looking down upon them as if they were ants. Specifically, she standing in a wrestling ring-- suspended in place by a rigging-- above the mouth of her private island volcano, just as she has spoken of. It is an impressive setup--accessible by a stairwell which runs up the rigging--and certainly not completely insane and lacking any practical value as some jealous hater may try to claim.
AMIRA: Behold!
She exclaims, holding her arms out wide.
AMIRA: Just as I have foretold, a ring fully equipped for doing battle high above the gaping maw of a volcano! Feast your eyes on this ravishing, yet dangerous beauty--no, no-- feel privileged that I am allowing you to feast your eyes upon it before its official debut! An act that is a reminder that I, AMIRA, in fact do what I say and say what I do. Something that many continuously seem to ignore, despite my achieving a stellar undefeated record since ascending to my state of Divine AMIRAcy-- overcoming the many foibles and saboteurs which have been thrown in my path.
She shakes her head.
AMIRA: Even when granted opportunity, the powers that be try to take from me, much like they try to steal MY spotlight. With my entry into the Gold Rush Rumble, that obviously means there can be no volcano match on that date. Meaning, I will have to wait until the official rechristening of the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship to make victims enter my domain. Rest assured though, it will happen and you all will have brought this on yourselves.
A beat.
AMIRA: Francis! You may have been spared to the extent that you have been spared from choosing the life of a coward or a death via volcano, but what will not be spared is your Championship reign! Not because of your impudent snark towards me, not because of your tendency to lose titles on the first defense more often than not, but because AMIRA is a force of nature that no mere man can withstand!
She dramatically pumps her arm.
AMIRA: I will be the standardbearer to carry forward a new, better, Championship, just like I was in the Lion's Den when I became Champion of the Great Northern Hemisphere. And how did I achieve that?
A cock of the head.
AMIRA: By emerging victorious in an Over the top rope Battle Royal. An achievement that should not be written off because of circumstances, but rather met with fear and trepidation. Because Skylar Cloud was a much kinder, gentler, more benevolent being than is AMIRA-- she did not pose the imminent danzhere to those around and the flimsy constructs of society that do I. Meaning that I am equipped to win the seeding Battle Royal this upcoming Verteego and then, as Francis is so fond to accuse me of? Recreate part of his history, by winning the Gold Rush Rumble. Then when I do, all the powah will be in my fair, yet powerful hands! The men will be forced to bow before me, the women which have led our gender astray will be excommunicated and sent to a camp inside my volcano--
Looking to the skies, she holds both arms out and upwards.
AMIRA:-- and all will be forced to trimbeel in the wake of ... AMIRA!!!
Fin.
AMIRA: Behold!
She exclaims, holding her arms out wide.
AMIRA: Just as I have foretold, a ring fully equipped for doing battle high above the gaping maw of a volcano! Feast your eyes on this ravishing, yet dangerous beauty--no, no-- feel privileged that I am allowing you to feast your eyes upon it before its official debut! An act that is a reminder that I, AMIRA, in fact do what I say and say what I do. Something that many continuously seem to ignore, despite my achieving a stellar undefeated record since ascending to my state of Divine AMIRAcy-- overcoming the many foibles and saboteurs which have been thrown in my path.
She shakes her head.
AMIRA: Even when granted opportunity, the powers that be try to take from me, much like they try to steal MY spotlight. With my entry into the Gold Rush Rumble, that obviously means there can be no volcano match on that date. Meaning, I will have to wait until the official rechristening of the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship to make victims enter my domain. Rest assured though, it will happen and you all will have brought this on yourselves.
A beat.
AMIRA: Francis! You may have been spared to the extent that you have been spared from choosing the life of a coward or a death via volcano, but what will not be spared is your Championship reign! Not because of your impudent snark towards me, not because of your tendency to lose titles on the first defense more often than not, but because AMIRA is a force of nature that no mere man can withstand!
She dramatically pumps her arm.
AMIRA: I will be the standardbearer to carry forward a new, better, Championship, just like I was in the Lion's Den when I became Champion of the Great Northern Hemisphere. And how did I achieve that?
A cock of the head.
AMIRA: By emerging victorious in an Over the top rope Battle Royal. An achievement that should not be written off because of circumstances, but rather met with fear and trepidation. Because Skylar Cloud was a much kinder, gentler, more benevolent being than is AMIRA-- she did not pose the imminent danzhere to those around and the flimsy constructs of society that do I. Meaning that I am equipped to win the seeding Battle Royal this upcoming Verteego and then, as Francis is so fond to accuse me of? Recreate part of his history, by winning the Gold Rush Rumble. Then when I do, all the powah will be in my fair, yet powerful hands! The men will be forced to bow before me, the women which have led our gender astray will be excommunicated and sent to a camp inside my volcano--
Looking to the skies, she holds both arms out and upwards.
AMIRA:-- and all will be forced to trimbeel in the wake of ... AMIRA!!!
Fin.