Post by Kelsey Spencer / Cheesecake on May 10, 2019 6:47:19 GMT -6
We open to a shot of a wooded area, from a vantage point that’s lower than most. The camera could be set up on a rock, possibly? With the pitter patter of raindrops falling, the water can be heard bouncing off what is likely some kind of rigging to prevent the camera from getting wet in this Montreal downpour. Moments later, two figures slowly approach; one much larger than the other, in terms of height and girth, but both appear to be much taller than us from our point of view.
It doesn’t take long to identify the pair: Cheesecake and her trusty BFF, Big Barv. Cheesecake wears a jumper with her hoodie pulled over, along with dark tracksuit pants and a pair of Crocs, while Big Barv is dressed in a leather jacket and jeans as he holds a big umbrella above the pair of them. They both stare down upon us in silence for a few lingering moments, before Cheesecake crouches down closer to our level.
“How’s it feel down there?” she asks rhetorically. “Down on the ground, helpless to stop all the taunts comin’ ya way. Unable to do anythin’ but sit there an’ listen to me talk. Ya can’t even do anythin’ to shut me up, can ya? Well, ya don’t need to tell me how it feels to be in ya position right now… cuz I lived it last week. I lived it last week when the pair of ya attacked us from behind like the gutless cowards ya are!”
She shakes her head as a means of composing herself.
“Ya know, it never had to come to this,” she speaks in a low tone. “We coulda called it a day an’ gone home after I whooped ya ass at Dark Web. Instead, ya wanted to keep this thing goin’ for as long as ya could. Which I’m totally fine with, Misery, I am. Hell, I ain’t gonna turn down another chance to teach ya a lesson between them ropes. An’ if they wanna pay me that paper to do it all over again? Added bonus.”
She throws her arms out wide, maintaining an impressive level of balance in her crouching position.
“So here we find ourselves!” she proclaims. “The end of this lil tour, an’ a gold ol’ tag team match to send us off. I been waitin’ for a shot to shut the mouth of ya lil hussy The Manic there, an’ I gotta tell ya, I’m lookin’ forward to doin’ just that come this Sunday.”
Cheesecake gives a delighted, almost sadistic grin as she revels in the thought of getting physical with The Manic once more, with Big Barv staring down at us with cold, icy eyes. But, that smile soon fades as The Cheesy One wears a frown.
“I woulda been happy with the two of us takin’ on the two of you in this match. Ya couldn’t leave it at that though, could ya? Ya had to bring someone else into it…”
She stands up straight as she clenches her fist with trembling rage.
“Ya had to bring my dad into it,” she seethes. “The pair of ya crossed a damn line the moment ya brought him up! Ya gone an’ made this personal, an’ now, ya gonna have to deal with the consequences of what that’s gonna bring ya. That's the way ya have always conducted yaselves, ain't it? Ya find somethin' personal to latch onto an' ya hammer it home until ya satisfied with what you've done. Well, congrats! Ya livin' up to that name ya got. For too long you guys have been runnin’ ‘round Millennium, doin’ whatever the hell ya want… Whether that’s interferin’ in matches that don’t concern ya, kickin’ people when they’re down… or even attackin’ ‘em from behind, when they ain’t even lookin’.”
That final example is clearly a reference to the assault herself and Barv suffered at the hands of The Misery and The Manic on Millennium last week - a course of action that’s seemed to have stuck with the almost-21-year-old.
“It’s all comin’ to an end this Sunday,” she vows. “In front of 20,000 fans at the Bell Centre, me an’ Big Barv are gonna make sure of it. We're gonna make ya pay for all the hurt ya caused to everyone 'round here. Whether it’s Barv squeezin’ the life outta ya both in the Torture Rack, or me superkickin’ ya heads clean into the third row, ya gonna rue the day ya ever tried to use my dad’s name.”
She half turns away before she looks up to Big Barv, who doesn’t move a muscle. He just continues to stare a hole through the camera lens with his intense gaze. Cheesecake grins as she glances back down at us - and, symbolically, at their pay-per-view opponents.
“See ya at the Bell Centre,” she says with a smirk.
She takes a step back and starts humming the tune of Happy Birthday to herself, in reference of her birthday coinciding with the night of the match in question. Finally, Big Barv makes a move. He trudges forward slowly, only to place the sole of his boot firmly on the lens of the camera, as if he were stepping on an unwanted insect. Everything goes black as the tape cuts out.
It doesn’t take long to identify the pair: Cheesecake and her trusty BFF, Big Barv. Cheesecake wears a jumper with her hoodie pulled over, along with dark tracksuit pants and a pair of Crocs, while Big Barv is dressed in a leather jacket and jeans as he holds a big umbrella above the pair of them. They both stare down upon us in silence for a few lingering moments, before Cheesecake crouches down closer to our level.
“How’s it feel down there?” she asks rhetorically. “Down on the ground, helpless to stop all the taunts comin’ ya way. Unable to do anythin’ but sit there an’ listen to me talk. Ya can’t even do anythin’ to shut me up, can ya? Well, ya don’t need to tell me how it feels to be in ya position right now… cuz I lived it last week. I lived it last week when the pair of ya attacked us from behind like the gutless cowards ya are!”
She shakes her head as a means of composing herself.
“Ya know, it never had to come to this,” she speaks in a low tone. “We coulda called it a day an’ gone home after I whooped ya ass at Dark Web. Instead, ya wanted to keep this thing goin’ for as long as ya could. Which I’m totally fine with, Misery, I am. Hell, I ain’t gonna turn down another chance to teach ya a lesson between them ropes. An’ if they wanna pay me that paper to do it all over again? Added bonus.”
She throws her arms out wide, maintaining an impressive level of balance in her crouching position.
“So here we find ourselves!” she proclaims. “The end of this lil tour, an’ a gold ol’ tag team match to send us off. I been waitin’ for a shot to shut the mouth of ya lil hussy The Manic there, an’ I gotta tell ya, I’m lookin’ forward to doin’ just that come this Sunday.”
Cheesecake gives a delighted, almost sadistic grin as she revels in the thought of getting physical with The Manic once more, with Big Barv staring down at us with cold, icy eyes. But, that smile soon fades as The Cheesy One wears a frown.
“I woulda been happy with the two of us takin’ on the two of you in this match. Ya couldn’t leave it at that though, could ya? Ya had to bring someone else into it…”
She stands up straight as she clenches her fist with trembling rage.
“Ya had to bring my dad into it,” she seethes. “The pair of ya crossed a damn line the moment ya brought him up! Ya gone an’ made this personal, an’ now, ya gonna have to deal with the consequences of what that’s gonna bring ya. That's the way ya have always conducted yaselves, ain't it? Ya find somethin' personal to latch onto an' ya hammer it home until ya satisfied with what you've done. Well, congrats! Ya livin' up to that name ya got. For too long you guys have been runnin’ ‘round Millennium, doin’ whatever the hell ya want… Whether that’s interferin’ in matches that don’t concern ya, kickin’ people when they’re down… or even attackin’ ‘em from behind, when they ain’t even lookin’.”
That final example is clearly a reference to the assault herself and Barv suffered at the hands of The Misery and The Manic on Millennium last week - a course of action that’s seemed to have stuck with the almost-21-year-old.
“It’s all comin’ to an end this Sunday,” she vows. “In front of 20,000 fans at the Bell Centre, me an’ Big Barv are gonna make sure of it. We're gonna make ya pay for all the hurt ya caused to everyone 'round here. Whether it’s Barv squeezin’ the life outta ya both in the Torture Rack, or me superkickin’ ya heads clean into the third row, ya gonna rue the day ya ever tried to use my dad’s name.”
She half turns away before she looks up to Big Barv, who doesn’t move a muscle. He just continues to stare a hole through the camera lens with his intense gaze. Cheesecake grins as she glances back down at us - and, symbolically, at their pay-per-view opponents.
“See ya at the Bell Centre,” she says with a smirk.
She takes a step back and starts humming the tune of Happy Birthday to herself, in reference of her birthday coinciding with the night of the match in question. Finally, Big Barv makes a move. He trudges forward slowly, only to place the sole of his boot firmly on the lens of the camera, as if he were stepping on an unwanted insect. Everything goes black as the tape cuts out.