Post by Samantha Tolson on May 1, 2016 2:11:59 GMT
(On-Camera)
Samantha Tolson stands backstage at Madison Square Garden. True, it's a night before Uprising, but to her, it doesn't matter. She's here.
"So, when I got my contract from VWS, I had to look twice. I had no idea what a Front Money match was. Knowing Ana, it could be anything, so I did some digging. What it really is, my friends, is a ladder match. And at the top of that climb, a briefcase containing, in this case, a title shot at either Gina Neon or Crystal Millar, depending on who wins the Women's World Championship later tomorrow night."
"I've been in a lot of matches so far in my career. Three-way matches, tag matches, hardcore matches...you remember that, Ana?...but not yet a ladder match."
"But I've done a lot of studying of the tapes of different ladder matches in different promotions over the years. I know I'm in for the fight of my life if I want a shot at the belt."
Samantha smiles.
"Then again, you know me....I wouldn't want it any other way."
(Off-Camera)
Samantha Tolson opened the large manilla envelope she received from her mentor. Inside were a number of discs, along with a short letter. Samantha pulled out the letter and read from it.
She walked to the living room of the apartment she now shared with Ashley Marie Chase, and opened up the entertainment center, popping open the DVD player and putting a disc in. She walked back to the couch and plopped down, the first recorded match beginning to play.
She saw people fall from the top of the ladder all the way down to the floor.
She saw people use the ladder as a weapon, and she saw people being battered with it as well.
Samantha drew in a sharp breath, but kept watching.
(On-Camera)
"See, I know what this can do to a person. Not just physically. I mean, we're all going to have to be willing to pay the price if we want to take that briefcase down off the hook. We're all going to be bruised, battered, and quite possibly bloody by the end of all this. Someone's career is going to be changed for the better, and there might be more than one of us who sees their career altered for the worse, possibly even ended."
"So don't think for a second I'm going to take anyone in this match lightly. I see each and every one of you as a threat not only to my chances of winning this match, but also to my career. I've worked too hard for too long to let any of you derail me now. So, what does that mean for you four?"
"What it means is this...I will do whatever I have to do to any and all of you to ensure that I walk out of Uprising as the first challenger for either Neon or Millar."
"And when I say anything...best believe that I do mean absolutely....ANY...thing."
(Off-Camera)
Samantha continues to watch, but now she has a notepad in front of her, scribbling things down from time to time as she notes possible things that might give her an advantage in her own ladder match. She watches high-fliers jump from the ropes to the ladder. She sees people on the ladder top sent to the canvas, or even to the floor, by someone pushing the ladder over on them. But one thing she notices in all of the matches.
The winner has somehow been able to dispatch all the others in the match to give themselves a clean shot up the rungs to paydirt.
In every match, and in every case, the winner had a clear path to victory. Not that it came easy...it didn't. But each winner of each match found a way to drag their body up the ladder and claim the prize after all other contenders had been laid to waste.
Samantha made sure to commit that to memory.
(On-Camera)
"What that means, ladies, is that if I have to bash your skull in with the ladder, that's what I will do. If that means I have to jump off the top of that thing and put you through a table to make sure you stay down, that's what will have to happen. And if that means I have to take three of your shots to deliver one knockout blow with my feet, well, I'll take the punishment to make sure I can clock you cold."
Samantha walks forward, stopping at the base of a ladder, conveniently set up for her.
"That means I'm going to step right over you, Trixie...."
She takes a step up.
"...over you, Kimberly Heart...."
Two more steps up.
"...and you, Danielle Bradley...."
Three more rungs are climbed, and Samantha is now three-quarters of the way up.
"...and yes, even you, Eliza Valentine. The girl who took her aunt's last name. And the only one of my opponents with even the courage to say anything about this match so far."
"If you look, Eliza, I've saved your name for last. I did that on purpose, because I want to give you the credit you deserve for trying....and failing....to call me out on Twitter."
Samantha keeps talking, slowly continuing to step up each rung.
"Because I'm going to take particular pleasure in making you the last victim. Let's face facts here...no one else in this match has even had the guts to say anything about it, which means that the real and true threat to me, is you."
"Which means you have the biggest target on your back."
"I'm going to derive a lot of satisfaction from hitting the center of that bullseye time and time again, battering you, bashing you, and bruising you to the point where you cannot fathom standing up, let along climbing that ladder, Eliza."
"And you know what? I'm going to make sure that, because of your commentary, that you're the only one within view as I climb up that ladder, and I pull down that briefcase, and I claim what should be mine anyway, and that's the first shot at the new champion."
"I'm going to break your heart, Eliza. I'm going to break your body, and maybe just even your spirit."
"Because there is no one in this company, and nothing that can stop me from taking that briefcase down tomorrow night at Uprising."
Samantha has made it to the top of the ladder, looking down at the camera now.
"Either a Silver Screen Queen or a Neon Power Station are waiting to see who their first challenger will be."
"Let me tell you who it will be. It will be a woman who doesn't need a nickname. A woman who exemplifies the term blunt force trauma. It's going to be none other than Samantha Tolson."
So Gina, Crystal...whichever one of you comes out of Uprising with that title, enjoy it. Cherish it while you can, because your reign will be very, very short."
"I'm climbing all the way up the ladder, and it doesn't stop with a briefcase."
Samantha grins as the camera fades to black.
Samantha Tolson stands backstage at Madison Square Garden. True, it's a night before Uprising, but to her, it doesn't matter. She's here.
"So, when I got my contract from VWS, I had to look twice. I had no idea what a Front Money match was. Knowing Ana, it could be anything, so I did some digging. What it really is, my friends, is a ladder match. And at the top of that climb, a briefcase containing, in this case, a title shot at either Gina Neon or Crystal Millar, depending on who wins the Women's World Championship later tomorrow night."
"I've been in a lot of matches so far in my career. Three-way matches, tag matches, hardcore matches...you remember that, Ana?...but not yet a ladder match."
"But I've done a lot of studying of the tapes of different ladder matches in different promotions over the years. I know I'm in for the fight of my life if I want a shot at the belt."
Samantha smiles.
"Then again, you know me....I wouldn't want it any other way."
(Off-Camera)
Samantha Tolson opened the large manilla envelope she received from her mentor. Inside were a number of discs, along with a short letter. Samantha pulled out the letter and read from it.
Hey Kid...
I saw you had something called a Front Money match coming up. Unique title for it, but nothing more than a ladder match.
I know you haven't been in one yet, so I took the liberty of putting some footage of some ladder matches on the DVDs in the envelope for you. Watch them, study them. This is the kind of match that can make a career, or end it in a hurry.
See you in St. Louis.
Ryan
I saw you had something called a Front Money match coming up. Unique title for it, but nothing more than a ladder match.
I know you haven't been in one yet, so I took the liberty of putting some footage of some ladder matches on the DVDs in the envelope for you. Watch them, study them. This is the kind of match that can make a career, or end it in a hurry.
See you in St. Louis.
Ryan
She walked to the living room of the apartment she now shared with Ashley Marie Chase, and opened up the entertainment center, popping open the DVD player and putting a disc in. She walked back to the couch and plopped down, the first recorded match beginning to play.
She saw people fall from the top of the ladder all the way down to the floor.
She saw people use the ladder as a weapon, and she saw people being battered with it as well.
Samantha drew in a sharp breath, but kept watching.
(On-Camera)
"See, I know what this can do to a person. Not just physically. I mean, we're all going to have to be willing to pay the price if we want to take that briefcase down off the hook. We're all going to be bruised, battered, and quite possibly bloody by the end of all this. Someone's career is going to be changed for the better, and there might be more than one of us who sees their career altered for the worse, possibly even ended."
"So don't think for a second I'm going to take anyone in this match lightly. I see each and every one of you as a threat not only to my chances of winning this match, but also to my career. I've worked too hard for too long to let any of you derail me now. So, what does that mean for you four?"
"What it means is this...I will do whatever I have to do to any and all of you to ensure that I walk out of Uprising as the first challenger for either Neon or Millar."
"And when I say anything...best believe that I do mean absolutely....ANY...thing."
(Off-Camera)
Samantha continues to watch, but now she has a notepad in front of her, scribbling things down from time to time as she notes possible things that might give her an advantage in her own ladder match. She watches high-fliers jump from the ropes to the ladder. She sees people on the ladder top sent to the canvas, or even to the floor, by someone pushing the ladder over on them. But one thing she notices in all of the matches.
The winner has somehow been able to dispatch all the others in the match to give themselves a clean shot up the rungs to paydirt.
In every match, and in every case, the winner had a clear path to victory. Not that it came easy...it didn't. But each winner of each match found a way to drag their body up the ladder and claim the prize after all other contenders had been laid to waste.
Samantha made sure to commit that to memory.
(On-Camera)
"What that means, ladies, is that if I have to bash your skull in with the ladder, that's what I will do. If that means I have to jump off the top of that thing and put you through a table to make sure you stay down, that's what will have to happen. And if that means I have to take three of your shots to deliver one knockout blow with my feet, well, I'll take the punishment to make sure I can clock you cold."
Samantha walks forward, stopping at the base of a ladder, conveniently set up for her.
"That means I'm going to step right over you, Trixie...."
She takes a step up.
"...over you, Kimberly Heart...."
Two more steps up.
"...and you, Danielle Bradley...."
Three more rungs are climbed, and Samantha is now three-quarters of the way up.
"...and yes, even you, Eliza Valentine. The girl who took her aunt's last name. And the only one of my opponents with even the courage to say anything about this match so far."
"If you look, Eliza, I've saved your name for last. I did that on purpose, because I want to give you the credit you deserve for trying....and failing....to call me out on Twitter."
Samantha keeps talking, slowly continuing to step up each rung.
"Because I'm going to take particular pleasure in making you the last victim. Let's face facts here...no one else in this match has even had the guts to say anything about it, which means that the real and true threat to me, is you."
"Which means you have the biggest target on your back."
"I'm going to derive a lot of satisfaction from hitting the center of that bullseye time and time again, battering you, bashing you, and bruising you to the point where you cannot fathom standing up, let along climbing that ladder, Eliza."
"And you know what? I'm going to make sure that, because of your commentary, that you're the only one within view as I climb up that ladder, and I pull down that briefcase, and I claim what should be mine anyway, and that's the first shot at the new champion."
"I'm going to break your heart, Eliza. I'm going to break your body, and maybe just even your spirit."
"Because there is no one in this company, and nothing that can stop me from taking that briefcase down tomorrow night at Uprising."
Samantha has made it to the top of the ladder, looking down at the camera now.
"Either a Silver Screen Queen or a Neon Power Station are waiting to see who their first challenger will be."
"Let me tell you who it will be. It will be a woman who doesn't need a nickname. A woman who exemplifies the term blunt force trauma. It's going to be none other than Samantha Tolson."
So Gina, Crystal...whichever one of you comes out of Uprising with that title, enjoy it. Cherish it while you can, because your reign will be very, very short."
"I'm climbing all the way up the ladder, and it doesn't stop with a briefcase."
Samantha grins as the camera fades to black.