Post by Sweet Roxy on Jul 13, 2018 6:18:03 GMT
Mother always said that you can either be that person who waits patiently at the back of the line for your turn to shine, or you can be the one who steals the spotlight from others and rush to the end of the finish line as they least expect.
Sweet Roxy is seen wearing a blank tank top with a stylish black ribbon on her neck. Her legs are crossed as she looks at her phone with the bunny ears cover, taking selfies, and admiring her appearance. Her blonde hair flowed down naturally, as she tucks it behind her right ear. She keeps smiling.
Being the spawn of my devil mother, I've ironically become the light that shines through the dark path. These other pathetic halfwits waste their breath as they make a mockery of the profession my family has been known for, but here I am going far above and beyond expectation, presenting herself in yet another wrestling company as a fast-rising star performer that will shake the gates to opportunities and break out of her chains. Greatness truly does not need any introduction, for the work I do will speak for the kind of competitor I am -- one who makes sure that she is never forgotten and that her name is inked in the history books. The moment my tiny heart started to beat, destiny has started to take form, and as my birthright, a path has opened with an intent of guiding me to a bright future in the wrestling industry. I refuse to waste a single second making that happen.
Sweet Roxy laughs to herself as she observes all the pictures she took. She scrolls to the left showing the previous pictures so she may decide which one she would be interested in deleting. She swiped left once more and it reveals a picture of her holding a Women's Championship belt from another company, one called Omega Wrestling Alliance.
So much I have proven to the non-believers in so little time, and I am here to do more damage. The moment I joined Kings Road, a door has opened for me almost instantaneously, a firey path that couldn't be any more clear, one that would lead me to the Tag Team Championships. But the trouble is, I know nothing about my partner. From the bits of information I have gathered, Marco Street, you are one who considers himself a King of the art of wrestling and MMA, a very skilled performer that would do anything for victory but was mishandled by the former manager that was supposed to take care of you. I wish I knew the feeling, I wish I could relate to such disappointment... but being surrounded by hardcore athletic stars my whole life and being given everything I've ever wanted, I can't say I was ever mishandled or I fell into the wrong hands... Everything I am is molded and sculpted to perfection as the ideal wrestler, and that alone should be enough indication to you that I intend on gunning for the gold. There is nothing we can do about your past, but listen to me when I say that the future remains bright. Gold is within our reach and all we have to do is take it. Do as I say and work with me through this tournament, and I assure you that once we step up and let the world know how unstoppable we are, our careers will only elevate. Alone, you may be accustomed to hard-hitting offenses in hopes of knocking down or blacking out your competition, but while fighting alongside Rosanna Vendetta, especially when facing those who want so bad to win this as much as we do, you are to not act reckless or out of impulse, we are going to fight smart, we are going to break them before they lay a hand on us... because that's what true winners do.
Sweet Roxy winks at the camera with an amused smile on her face, seemingly dedicating the wink to her partner. She tilts her head as she lets out an innocent smile.
That's what mother would want, and mother is always right. The world may have forgotten what she has done for the wrestling industry, and decades from now, the world may forget me, but what would live on... what would keep carrying forth... is our family name. It doesn't matter where we are, it doesn't matter where we're fighting whether in Japan or the U.S. We will keep breaking barriers, and crossing lines, and firing our guns... all in the name of Championships. And all this starts at the Kings Road Tag Team Championship league, with Rosanna Vendetta standing tall, recognized as the best athlete this world has seen.
Rosanna continues to show more of her vanity and narcissism, continuing to take selfies of her God-given beautiful face. All that before the camera fades to black.