Post by agnes on Oct 12, 2019 19:58:23 GMT
We open up at a trailer park just a bit outside of Detroit, Michigan. The cameras focus in on the porch of one of these mobile homes where the self-proclaimed Mother of Violence, Agnes Gertrude, sits outside, with a cigarette in hand. She looks very despondent at news she just received. She acknowledges the camera that is taping this promo with a look of sheer disappointment and disgust.
"So ...I got a phone call from one of my contacts in the company that the walking gimmick responded to my challenge on twitter. Y'know, I always thought that the Jungle Girl was clueless, but I never in my life ever thought that she would be ever fucking out herself as a coward. In the era I come from, if someone lays down a challenge, you don't back down. You fucking lace up your boots, or whatever somebody from the uses as boots, and you take them up on that challenge. You don't cower. You don't ignore them. Or at the very least, you cut a promo back EXPLAINING why you are being a chickenshit. But you can't expect the gimmick to do any of that. You can't expect her to have any depth outside of being a god damn gimmick."
Agnes takes a drag of her smoke before continuing.
"You see, gimmick, you just proved everything I said right. You have an inability to step the fuck and reach your potential. You're being given an opportunity to go out there and prove yourself in a "fans bring the weapons" match where you can prove you are more than you appear to be. And what do you do? You squander it. You waste it. And here you are, calling yourself a fan favorite. You have droves of fans who want to see you succeed in this industry, and how do you treat them? You spit in their god damn faces. You let them down ...and still you expect them to like you? You expect them to cheer you? You expect to be seen as a good guy?"
She pulls her cig away from her mouth and shakes her head.
"Worse yet, you expect to have gold around your waist? How do you expect to be a fighting champion, much less a champion at all, if you duck a challenge right out of the gate. Gimmick, not only are you a gimmick, but you're a piece of shit gimmick if you expect to be anything with this behavior. And you call yourself a Huntress? You're anything but."
Agnes stands up and looks at the gloomy October sky that is shrouded in Detroit pollution.
"Then I guess we'll have to do things the hard way then. You don't want to face me, well, sorry sweetheart, I'm not going to give you much of a choice now. I'm going to get my re-match with you and if I have to make you bleed to do it, then so be it. If I have to fuck up your career more than your self-destructive nature already has, I'm okay with that. Not to sound too cliche, but the hunter is about to become the prey ...and it won't stop until you give me my match. I wanted to do this respectfully and shake your hand after I wipe the floor with you, but I don't see that happening because you straight up disrespected me and this entire industry. I'll see you real fucking soon."
She puts her cigarette out on her ash tray as we fade to black.
