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Dark plumes of smoke and purple flames fire about along the entrance ramp, as sparks rain down from before the entrance. As the sparks fade, a woman's masked face can be seen beyond the pyrotechnics. It's Madam Snapshot, the Fist of Evilution.
The crowd is fairly hostile toward her, as her affiliation with Evilution hasn't exactly made any friends. She seems largely unaffected by their jeers, after all the plebs wouldn't understand the freight train of thoughts that guide her path. She strolls down to the ring, microphone in hand, and glares at the spectators. Their frothing mouths shouting out obscenities and slurs that roll off of her like water off a duck's back. She slowly raises the microphone to her face, and pauses for a moment before she speaks.
Snapshot : "Tonight."
The crowd immediately launches into more vitriol, and she is gracious enough to let them tire themselves out before she continues.
Snapshot : "Tonight, I face a man with whom I have a great deal of respect. A man, as I see it, who is the PERFECT candidate to determine if I am worthy of my aspirations. A man who was the greatest Interpromotional Champion we've ever had. That man, is Blake Lawson."
Whatever noises the crowd makes now is irrelevant, as Snapshot decides to roll through this while her momentum is good.
Snapshot : "He is the first person to ever kick out of the Neo 8 Hit Air Combo, and currently holds a lofty one win to my zero against him. Something I want to correct. Something I have to correct. Something I NEED to correct. I know what he has within him. I know he held nothing back in our last encounter, and I know I can't hold anything back either."
She pauses, as the crowd starts chanting such colorful things as "Snap Can't Win", "Girls Don't Fight", and something about her father beating her... That last one is so ridiculous that I can't even write it.
Snapshot : "Blake is a fierce competitor, regardless of what my fellow Evilution allies would say. Even if they believe themselves to be better, I still think it's worthy of investigating what makes a man like Blake tick. What made him unstoppable back then, what made him the runner up to our Battle Royale, and what can I take from him in our fight tonight to use against the current IP champ... Ugh, a pop star? Really? I... Just... It just makes me so mad that a title that used to have such legitimate prestige fell to a barbie doll!"
You can actually hear her fist tighten around the microphone as she thinks about it.
Snapshot : "If the only reason the peons in the arena cheer for you is the off chance your spandex top might fly off mid fight... And make no mistake, I've heard the 'music'. If I wanted a screaming, no talent hack shrieking uncontrollably into adolescent lyrics, I'd record Nedman shouting obscenities at Paprika after another choice word about Ireland or Scotland or whatever he's from..."
Chants of "She's Snapped" start picking up a bit of momentum. She looks around the arena, the chant really taking off. She looks like she's a bit rattled by it before she takes a deep breath and loosens her grip on the microphone.
Snapshot : "As I was saying. Tonight, it's Blake. If I lose focus of that, I'm surely done for before I began. So, I think our fight is next anyway. Blake Lawson? Come on down!"
[[Blake, if you wanna take a step in with the words, feel free. Otherwise, I suspect others might step in your stead. lol ]]
Dark plumes of smoke and purple flames fire about along the entrance ramp, as sparks rain down from before the entrance. As the sparks fade, a woman's masked face can be seen beyond the pyrotechnics. It's Madam Snapshot, the Fist of Evilution.
The crowd is fairly hostile toward her, as her affiliation with Evilution hasn't exactly made any friends. She seems largely unaffected by their jeers, after all the plebs wouldn't understand the freight train of thoughts that guide her path. She strolls down to the ring, microphone in hand, and glares at the spectators. Their frothing mouths shouting out obscenities and slurs that roll off of her like water off a duck's back. She slowly raises the microphone to her face, and pauses for a moment before she speaks.
Snapshot : "Tonight."
The crowd immediately launches into more vitriol, and she is gracious enough to let them tire themselves out before she continues.
Snapshot : "Tonight, I face a man with whom I have a great deal of respect. A man, as I see it, who is the PERFECT candidate to determine if I am worthy of my aspirations. A man who was the greatest Interpromotional Champion we've ever had. That man, is Blake Lawson."
Whatever noises the crowd makes now is irrelevant, as Snapshot decides to roll through this while her momentum is good.
Snapshot : "He is the first person to ever kick out of the Neo 8 Hit Air Combo, and currently holds a lofty one win to my zero against him. Something I want to correct. Something I have to correct. Something I NEED to correct. I know what he has within him. I know he held nothing back in our last encounter, and I know I can't hold anything back either."
She pauses, as the crowd starts chanting such colorful things as "Snap Can't Win", "Girls Don't Fight", and something about her father beating her... That last one is so ridiculous that I can't even write it.
Snapshot : "Blake is a fierce competitor, regardless of what my fellow Evilution allies would say. Even if they believe themselves to be better, I still think it's worthy of investigating what makes a man like Blake tick. What made him unstoppable back then, what made him the runner up to our Battle Royale, and what can I take from him in our fight tonight to use against the current IP champ... Ugh, a pop star? Really? I... Just... It just makes me so mad that a title that used to have such legitimate prestige fell to a barbie doll!"
You can actually hear her fist tighten around the microphone as she thinks about it.
Snapshot : "If the only reason the peons in the arena cheer for you is the off chance your spandex top might fly off mid fight... And make no mistake, I've heard the 'music'. If I wanted a screaming, no talent hack shrieking uncontrollably into adolescent lyrics, I'd record Nedman shouting obscenities at Paprika after another choice word about Ireland or Scotland or whatever he's from..."
Chants of "She's Snapped" start picking up a bit of momentum. She looks around the arena, the chant really taking off. She looks like she's a bit rattled by it before she takes a deep breath and loosens her grip on the microphone.
Snapshot : "As I was saying. Tonight, it's Blake. If I lose focus of that, I'm surely done for before I began. So, I think our fight is next anyway. Blake Lawson? Come on down!"
[[Blake, if you wanna take a step in with the words, feel free. Otherwise, I suspect others might step in your stead. lol ]]
