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Angelina Drake vs. Heather Phoenix; Dark Match
Topic Started: Apr 2 2010, 05:28 PM (273 Views)
Kassie Khane
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Angelina Drake vs. Heather Phoenix
Dark Match

RP Limit: 3 RP per person, regardless of match
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 27, 2010

~~Good Luck Everyone!~~
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What makes me a superior being?

Is it the fact I am willing to do anything in my power to prey upon those weaker than I am?

I am as in a creature superior in terms of survival. I am not a cultural masterpiece, my I don’t spew revolutionizing philosophies and discover groundbreaking scientific achievements; not to say that I’m not intelligent, but my interest doesn’t lay in supporting those too weak with mindless ideology and modern science. We have lost our sense of survival. We lack it. Many of us lack the mental capacity to fight for our survival; instead many of us whether just roll over and die as soon as the reaper knocks upon our door. Liberal thought and modern science has perverted as sense of struggle, the inner machine in which produces some of the greatest achievements of mankind, because it is directly linked to our mortality; we must struggle to adapt, to evolve, to perfect ourselves as not only an individual but as a species.

Letting those weak survive is an injustice to nature.

Believing its okay to allow for such burdens to become unmoved is a crime in my opinion.
But what makes me not one of those inferior creatures I speak of?

You might balk; laugh at the assumption that I have lived relatively comfortable life. I am not going to lie to anyone, the sprit of survival, and the finesse which accompanies didn’t emerge from a poor upbringing. My family are strong willed, ambitious, and most importantly, successful in every venture. My parents rose winners, just like their parents. I come from Windsor, Ontario, far from being a hotbed for violent crimes. So let me ask you? What has created this demon… this passion to exploit the weak, to sink my fans into the weaker prey, and devour them, and in a result, make one more step into a more pure species of fit individuals, who with all the rubble gone from the path is capable of ushering into an golden age for mankind?

It all started in college. Trust me, being a cheerleader in high school, I have seen how hazing had worked. Nevertheless, we come close to breaking the soul, the spirit of the newcomers, but we didn’t completely consumer their essence. No, we were petty but we were too afraid to break them down into a state of nothingness. No, that doesn’t come along until you go off to a decent college and you pledge a sorority. Everyone hear horror stories about fraternities. But the era of such treatment is fading fast, and you cannot get away with such treatment. Even though it occurs in the same brutal fashion on the sport teams, in the workplaces of graduates, and what not, fraternities and sororities are held underneath a microscope. Nowadays you can’t even have mutual fun with the pledges.

But what I am calling hazing is not really hurtful and meaningless, it’s beneficial. As women, we can be as vicious of predators as one can become. Almost demonic in action, but we elevate our pledges. We rip the weakness right from their chests, destroy their imperfect identities, then we instill strength, and we force them to devote themselves to the superior race. They become part of the machine, and we all run smoothly. They are prepared to devour all inferior forms on their paths in life, and succeed.

I was what you would call an educator. I realized my task was important. There was a hunger to make sure I’ll devour every bit of evidence of their old selves, and a rich desire to create the perfect creatures. Of course, some said I went too far. Even some of my sisters turned against me, but I realize it’s because they weren’t completely cleaned before making the evolution into the superior human.

A part of me, from my departure from sorority life, wondered if I am the only one who perfectly made the transformation. Then now I see all my students, all my disciples, are on the fast track in life. I made leaders. So what one pathetic, unfit animal perished?

But being away from the sorority? What shall I do?

The hunger beats inside of me. The desire burns within my heart.

I must be the predator, and I might feast time after time on the weak. I hate to admit it, but Heather, I consider you, perhaps not the weakest I have seen, I see that stubborn spirit alive inside of your essence, but you are inferior to me. You might have strengths, and eradicating you, consuming your identity, which is that stubbornness, is going to be a task. However, it’s not going to be an impossible errand, but a chore such as the breaking of a wild stallion. There might be much resistance, but it’s an inevitable result.
You going to mock me, I already see it. Yet I will simply explain to you, so you can completely understand, as even to the weak despite my stance to destroy, I have some sense of respect. You have made it living this far with your poor attitudes and lesser mentality, and many others are worse than you are in the fashion they go about their lives. Heather, you created this facade. This image of a tough woman, but a tough woman doesn’t go about like you do in life. I have heard stories about you. About your inability not to point out those ‘dumb blondes’ and immediately attack them for their stupidity. It almost seems you cannot handle the existence of stupid, yet sexual objects in this sport. Maybe you cannot even accept the fact that women, supposed competitors have this job merely because they indeed do have a pair of breast and a round ass. It annoys you to a very obsessive degree.

Yet why is it?

Maybe you realized that you were hired for the same reason. Maybe even if you try to separate, such as the ‘alternative’ gothpunk chick does from the preppy little bitches, you are simply the same just under different shades of makeup and differing style of clothing. Perhaps you don’t realize that you are a sexual object and that this biker bitch doesn’t do anything but send out that message.

‘Look at me, I’m hot.’

‘You want me more don’t you because I say you can’t have this?’

Yet that simply creates a certain aurora, doesn’t it? That is about the same line as those ‘stupid sluts’ have. I’m sure the recruiters picked up on your sex appeal right away. I’m sure I was also granted a job because I just look so damn hot. Nevertheless, it annoys you because it’s overshadows your talent. That annoyance means something. You don’t want to be overshadowed. You have struggled in life, and now you’re here, and you plan on succeeding. But no one is giving you respect, because you’re a woman, doing a male job, and the only reason you’re placed on television in a wrestling match is because guys want to see you for sexual purposes only.

So here you are, you’re going to fight harder and you’re going to try better to change that stance in this sport. Yet you’re just going to continue to be frustrated, and that frustration will eat you out because it’s a very selfish and hallow sentiment. You see? I’m not tied to such a vain obsession. My obsession isn’t determined on what anyone else thinks, simply what I do.

My obsession is satisfied by sinking my fangs into an inferior, and consuming them. Purifying by eradication, and what if my opponent does win? It simply means they are fit to continue wrestling; they are worthy to stay alive. For that I must applaud them. It’s not impossible for me to lose. It’s foolish to think I could possibly never go defeated. I’m not such a dreamer.

My indulgence starts with you. Maybe your resistance be as sweet as I dream it will be.
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