| | | . Green with j e a l o u s y. Are we in the yesteryears again? Or is it just this deluted bitch that's dwelling on her fantasies. After much contemplation, Faith 'Hunter' decided to pick up the peices and carry her carcass back to PWT after quitting just five days within signing a contract. Why? Her life is so uninteresting she chooses to come back just to stir shit with athlete's whom she can't compete with. As her BORING, yet somewhat resourceful prologue explained, people like Kill Switch, Seifer, Keisha Williams, Sean Hunter and yours truly, Rebecca Rancid were much better than her. That is, if you reading between the lines because it's the only thing that makes sense. Faith could never compare herself to likes of Seifer or Kill Switch. Nevertheless, she drops name after name and then proceeds to fuck her gardener prior to cutting a promo for her upcoming match against Isabell Winters. But what was more irritating than her repeated use of explicit language was the fact that she chose to single out Rebecca Rancid actually calling her out. Oh wait, there was more. Faith proceeded to start with kindergarten name calling and your rehashed insults that one would use while prostituting themselves on the street. C'mon, tell me you didn't expect Faith to stop at that? She just had to TRY and insult Rebecca in the smallest way she could and since she couldn't find cold hard proof, she decided to pull her facts from her ass. But what the situation further proved was the fact that Faith 'Hunter' was truly JEALOUS of Rebecca Rancid. Yes, I said the *J* word. She was watching from a far distance but close enough to envy her. Deep down inside her black heart, Faith was miserable. She couldn't accept to the reality that Rebecca was not only a better wreslter than her but had the stunning looks of a hollywood star. Each day it would eat her alive inside that her failed attempts of trying to be like Miss Rancid, not only failed but backfired. You could even see the wrinkles on her face as she growled and gritted her teeth each time she would see her idol, Rebecca. Sadly, Faith was just another female wrestler on the circuit and she could be Rebecca. Who was this Faith? Rebecca had never heard of her or never seen her around much. Even her blatant attempts of capturing the viewers eye by adopting Sean Hunter's last name failed miserbly, to say the least. But that didn't stop Faith from what she wanted. She headed over to PWT, cut another one of her rehashed promos and called out Rebecca Rancid in the process. Well, for the first time in her entire life, Faith 'Hunter' is getting what she asked for. No, she's actually getting MORE than what she asked for. Faith has finally managed to catch the eye of Rebecca Rancid and let's just say things aren't going to be pretty, that my friends is an understatement. __________________________εïз__________________________ It was quite a relaxing day for our protagonist as she was no longer in the tourney. You could say she was quite relieved to hang up the boots after a wasted effort overwhelmed her or did it? Dun dun dun. Maybe winning the tourney was not something Rebecca wanted to achieve, maybe it was something else, something she had already achieved. Nevertheless, her job was done and she was free to do what she pleased while on her week off. She knows Sean Hunter would beat Georgia James and walk on to face the winner of Seifer and Christian Michaels and she was happy for him. But one thing leads to another and she gets a call from someone asking her to watch Faith's latest promo. εïз·Rebecca | Faith who? Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Taking a seat on her couch after a stroll around her park, she questioned the nameless person on the other side of the phone. She placed one of her black polished knee high boots over the the table and the other right on top of it. Rebecca sported a simple shades of green dress by Versace while her long blonde hair draped below her shoulders and towards the small of her back in evened out curls. εïз·Rebecca | No, Faith the crack whore who owned Faith's Midnight Massacre. Who would have guessed that was her fed? You can further sense the tone of sarcasm in her voice as she rolls her eyes after speaking those words. Turning the T.V to catch up on Faith's little rant about her, she continues to make conversation with what seems to be the voice of a man on the other end of the phone knowing that Faith's promo would usually begin with how she's going to beat Isabell Winters or hoe far apart her cunt lips can stretch. εïз·Rebecca | o0o0o I can tell she means business. Says the very disgusted Rebecca Rancid after watching Faith ask sex from a man. Of course she had to ask, what were you expeting her to just rape him? Without hesitation, Rebecca begins to fast forward towards Faith's in ring lecture. She watches as Faith stands in the middle of the ring addressing HER directly. How dare she? Rebecca hangs up the phone as the volume is raised up a few bars and the T.V goes blank. Tossing the remote towards the side, Rebecca crosses her arms preparing to address the horrid woman known as Faith. εïз·Rebecca | That was quite the average WWE promo, Faith. I commend you for your unoriginality. I must say, I've never seen so much bullshit being spewed out of another person's mouth in quite a while and you, my gardener fucking friend. First of all, it is not me who's seeking attention but you yourself are. Who's calling who out, Faith? You're drawing as much attention to you as an emotional wreck would when they threatned to hang themselves in front of a live audience. But now that you've got this attention, what are you going to do with it? Are you going to make right decisions? Sorry, but the time for that has come and gone. What you decided is null and void from now, it is only whether I make up my mind to accept your petty challenge or not that matters. You can sit back and do all the name calling you want to because I know you envy me so much that you're blinded by mist to see facts for what they truely are. I'm flattered you consider me the 'main attraction' of PWT even though Image Johnson is the Women's champion and Georgia James is the heavyweight championess and funnily enough, while i'm kicking back you just happened to pick me out of the bunch as PWT's top female. And then it is *I* who thinks I'm the goddess, right Faith? Or are you just putting words into my mouth again? Since when have I underestimated anyone? I'm not a imbecile like you are. I'm sure you will try your hardest to 'destroy' me but in the end, you shall fail. Nobody knew why you left XHW? Is it because of the fact that you lost to Alexandra Kane after strongly believing you won? See, that's the thing with you, Faith. It's SOO easy for me to break you, so easy for me to toy with your imagination, fuck around with you and make you out to look like the dumb bitch you truely are. Not to mention, how weak and pathetic you're little insults are. They're not getting to me, Faith. I'm sure calling Gheylor Lynn a trollop would make her swallow a razorblade but it wouldn't have affect me in any way shape or form. She rests her head backwards, over the soft cushioned pillow that is below her head while continuing to verbally own Faith 'Hunter'. εïз·Rebecca | It's quite ironic how you try and poke fun at my name when you're isn't half as good. Talk about unoriginality, Faith is like the most commonly used name in the world, and that last name you stole from Sean Hunter is also not yours. Oh wait, you're married to his brother Cal Hunter, aren't you? I wonder where ol' Cal is. Probably in a mental institute seeing as you drove him nuts. So hows the marriage coming along, Faith? Not so well, I take it seeing as you want other men. I'm sure you must be feeling some kind of guilt for that but it's okay, it's not like Cal isn't having his cake and eating it to either. He's in the mental institute with Lola Star who has her lips wrapped around the last inch of his cock. Sorry, Faith. You should have cheated with that gardener when you had the chance. Rebecca begins to chuckle at the though of the priceless expression on Faith's face wehn she learns that her husband is unfaithful. εïз·Rebecca | Sucks to be you, doesn't it? I can't blame him, Lola Star is after all a firecracker. But onto you wishing you had Seifer. Sorry again, Faith but if Seifer was into men, he'd look in another direction before looking in yours. Sadly, he likes woman which is where I come in. So you can sit there, stroking your penis all the while because nobody wants to touch your gentials. I mean, the only reason you want Seifer was because he's with me. You basically want to be me, so you believe that by being with him you'd stand somewhere in the clone line. But i'm afraid not, my deary. You're not even close. And there you sit talking about my father like you knew him. If anything, my past shouldn't concern the vile woman that is you because it has nothing to do with you. What about my life story did I bring up? Nothing. Then again, you snort coke, so maybe you were pulling that out of your ass as well. She lets out a semi smile as the leans forward letting the sunlight accent her beautiful face. εïз·Rebecca | I'm sorry, did I hear you say that I had a few years on you? How long have you been in this industry for? Two years? It's actually the same, just shy of six months. I haven't been in this business for that long, Faith. It's just that I've earned a name for myself unlike you which makes me known more than you are. I've made an impression here, you're right. I won the femme fatal title on my first match in the fed which you of course, have already failed to keep up with that kind of immediate success. You're sitting here in the lowest card, facing a woman that's going to beat you and to top it all off, giving me all your attention. You haven't even competed in a match in PWT and you have the audacity to call me out and challenge me. Talk is cheap, Faith. If you really had entered in King of PWT tournament, you would have lost to Akmed in the first round itself. Again you put words into my mouth and say that I'm standing in the middle of a crowd and making assumptions and undermining my co workers. Look at yourself, Faith. You're the one who's standing in the middle of a crowd like in one of your WWE inspired promos and stroking your own cock since there's no one else who would voluntary touch that thing, let alone touch it after getting an unbelievable amount of pay. So while you're leaving the ball in my court because you know you can't hang there, let me try and put this in the easiest way so that you can comprehend. I would love to accpet your challenge, Faith 'Hunter'. In these next few days, you're going to regret every word you said to me because you're going to feel like you've been fucked by a train once I'm done fucking your face up. Good luck with your match, Mrs former Hunter. Choke on a bag of crack and die, bitch. The scene fades to black as Rebecca mocks Faith Hunter and holds up her middle finger. | | |
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