Post by Samantha on Jul 1, 2023 1:41:24 GMT -5
"Well behaved women seldom make history, as the old saying goes. So, it's my job to make sure she's not behaved, even though she's already made a fair bit of history."
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Samantha Tolson stepped out of her shower, grabbing her towel off the hook by the shower door before wrapping it around herself. She put a twist in it in the front, a way to keep her hands free as she finishes her routine post-shower.
She steps to the vanity area, sitting down on the padded seat, reaching forward to grab a hair brush. She begins to pull it through her long, thick brown hair, gently loosening the 'rats' from the washing and conditioning she has done, looking at herself in the vanity's mirror as she goes along.
"Hello, gorgeous."
Samantha pauses, brush halfway through her hair. She looks around, confident she has heard someone pay her the compliment, but as she sees no one, she turns back to the mirror. The brush travels through her brunette locks slowly as she gazes at her reflection.
"That shower felt lovely, didn't it?"
Samantha spins around, standing up and looking for the source of what she's just heard. She even checks the shower itself, making sure she is, in fact, alone. Satisfied that she's seeing no one, she again sits in front of the vanity, looking in the mirror.
"I'm right here, sexy."
Samantha rubs her eyes, staring as she leans forward to examine her reflected visage.
"I swear I just saw…"
"...your lips moving?"
Samantha gasps, quickly leaning back and raising the hairbrush like a weapon.
"What the fuck?"
Her reflected face smirks, a twinkle in her eyes as she responds.
"Relax, Sam. I'm just your reflection."
Samantha watches the mouth of her reflection move without her own doing the same. She raises an arm, testing what she just saw, but the mirrored image does the same. She does the same with the other arm, and it reflects perfectly as well.
"What will it take? You aren't insane, Sam. I'm you…just, well, the part of you that you've fought off for years and years."
Samantha could only look into her mirror, feeling a bit dumbfounded. Despite her reflection speaking to the contrary, in this exact moment she is sure she's absolutely lost her mind. The reflection sighs deeply.
"OK, Sam, look. This isn't what you'd call normal, but we both know you've sat in front of a mirror before, asking questions and having conversations. Think of this as just an extension of that, where you get those answers as well."
Samantha swallows nervously, looking at her-not-really-self smiling. There's a hint of wickedness in the smile, but one she recognizes. A smile she's given opponents hundreds of times. It sets her mind at ease, if only a small bit.
"So…alright. To what do I owe this conversation?"
Reflection Sam's eyes brighten a touch, the smile becoming quickly genuine.
"I want to make sure of something before Saturday."
Samantha groaned inwardly before responding.
"What's that?"
The more wicked grin returns on the face in the mirror.
"That you truly believe yourself when you say you'll defend the Uprising World Championship by any means you deem necessary."
The actual Samantha grinned wickedly now, a fire in her own eyes.
"Of course I do. I kicked Mosh in the nuts, didn't I?"
Sam the Reflection rolled her eyes.
"Oh please. While a good step, we both know that was going to be necessary anyway. Maybe not a foot to the families, specifically, but you were going to have to fight fire with fire anyway."
Samantha feels a bit frustrated, and answers quickly.
"I didn't need to smash Majestuosa Manor with that chair. Jace and Madison had it well handled."
The reflected face nods, the approval showing.
"A nice follow-up move, to be sure. But it's time to stop playing nice, Sam, and start playing for keeps. We worked too hard, and for too long, to put that beautiful red and gold belt around our perfectly sculpted waist."
Samantha sighs at her mirror.
"Don't you think I know that? I flew to fucking Greece to face Ignis. I fought like hell, only to come up short against Griffin. I damn well know everything I went through, and I'll be goddamned if I lose something I worked so fucking hard for this goddamn soon!"
Samantha was heated now, but her reflection grinned wickedly.
"Then when you face Summer, you need to remember all of that. Remember that struggle. Remember the fight, remember the chase. You need…no, WE need, to beat her by any fucking means necessary."
Samantha rages at her own reflection.
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT!!!"
Reflected Samantha, however, remains calm.
"We deserve this. We earned this. You've kept me locked away for so very long, playing by their rules and only letting me out when you needed me. But you know what? There's no morality in wrestling, no praise for those who play nice. Why play nice when it's rarely returned?"
Samantha practically growls back.
"Because it's right."
The reflection chuckles at her.
"Right? No, Sam my dear, it's become expected. Everyone knows you won't do absolutely anything to win, and we're in a business where, at the end of it all, only winners survive. Don't get me wrong, if you can win by the rules, I'm all for it. But how many people we've faced have ever done that?"
Samantha sighs again, looking at the mirror with a sad acceptance.
"Very, very few."
Her reflection keeps pushing the issue.
"So if you know it's unlikely to happen, why cling to a moral code few hold? No, my dear self, it's time we take matters into our hands, and not be afraid to get them dirty. We need to start getting them, and before they get us. Agreed?"
Samantha takes a deep breath, beginning to again brush her brunette locks.
"Agreed."
The reflection smiles warmly, confident the message has sunk in.
"Good. We'll talk again, any time you need a reminder I'm here, and I'm here to help. Let me out, Sam. You know, better than anyone else, what we're capable of when we work together. It's time, beautiful woman, to be everything we're destined to be."
Samantha continues to brush out her hair, waiting for more from her reflection, but that reflection is again mirroring her perfectly. She moves her mouth silently, checking to see if her visage would continue to chat, but the reflection in the mirror continues to mimic her movements exactly.
She finishes brushing her hair, putting the brush back on the vanity before standing and walking to the towel rack. The towel falls to the floor, her bare body facing the rack as she pulls on her underwear, then her bra. Turning to look at the mirror, she takes a deep breath, uttering one simple phrase as she exits her bathroom
"By absolutely any means necessary…"
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Samantha Tolson stepped out of her shower, grabbing her towel off the hook by the shower door before wrapping it around herself. She put a twist in it in the front, a way to keep her hands free as she finishes her routine post-shower.
She steps to the vanity area, sitting down on the padded seat, reaching forward to grab a hair brush. She begins to pull it through her long, thick brown hair, gently loosening the 'rats' from the washing and conditioning she has done, looking at herself in the vanity's mirror as she goes along.
"Hello, gorgeous."
Samantha pauses, brush halfway through her hair. She looks around, confident she has heard someone pay her the compliment, but as she sees no one, she turns back to the mirror. The brush travels through her brunette locks slowly as she gazes at her reflection.
"That shower felt lovely, didn't it?"
Samantha spins around, standing up and looking for the source of what she's just heard. She even checks the shower itself, making sure she is, in fact, alone. Satisfied that she's seeing no one, she again sits in front of the vanity, looking in the mirror.
"I'm right here, sexy."
Samantha rubs her eyes, staring as she leans forward to examine her reflected visage.
"I swear I just saw…"
"...your lips moving?"
Samantha gasps, quickly leaning back and raising the hairbrush like a weapon.
"What the fuck?"
Her reflected face smirks, a twinkle in her eyes as she responds.
"Relax, Sam. I'm just your reflection."
Samantha watches the mouth of her reflection move without her own doing the same. She raises an arm, testing what she just saw, but the mirrored image does the same. She does the same with the other arm, and it reflects perfectly as well.
"What will it take? You aren't insane, Sam. I'm you…just, well, the part of you that you've fought off for years and years."
Samantha could only look into her mirror, feeling a bit dumbfounded. Despite her reflection speaking to the contrary, in this exact moment she is sure she's absolutely lost her mind. The reflection sighs deeply.
"OK, Sam, look. This isn't what you'd call normal, but we both know you've sat in front of a mirror before, asking questions and having conversations. Think of this as just an extension of that, where you get those answers as well."
Samantha swallows nervously, looking at her-not-really-self smiling. There's a hint of wickedness in the smile, but one she recognizes. A smile she's given opponents hundreds of times. It sets her mind at ease, if only a small bit.
"So…alright. To what do I owe this conversation?"
Reflection Sam's eyes brighten a touch, the smile becoming quickly genuine.
"I want to make sure of something before Saturday."
Samantha groaned inwardly before responding.
"What's that?"
The more wicked grin returns on the face in the mirror.
"That you truly believe yourself when you say you'll defend the Uprising World Championship by any means you deem necessary."
The actual Samantha grinned wickedly now, a fire in her own eyes.
"Of course I do. I kicked Mosh in the nuts, didn't I?"
Sam the Reflection rolled her eyes.
"Oh please. While a good step, we both know that was going to be necessary anyway. Maybe not a foot to the families, specifically, but you were going to have to fight fire with fire anyway."
Samantha feels a bit frustrated, and answers quickly.
"I didn't need to smash Majestuosa Manor with that chair. Jace and Madison had it well handled."
The reflected face nods, the approval showing.
"A nice follow-up move, to be sure. But it's time to stop playing nice, Sam, and start playing for keeps. We worked too hard, and for too long, to put that beautiful red and gold belt around our perfectly sculpted waist."
Samantha sighs at her mirror.
"Don't you think I know that? I flew to fucking Greece to face Ignis. I fought like hell, only to come up short against Griffin. I damn well know everything I went through, and I'll be goddamned if I lose something I worked so fucking hard for this goddamn soon!"
Samantha was heated now, but her reflection grinned wickedly.
"Then when you face Summer, you need to remember all of that. Remember that struggle. Remember the fight, remember the chase. You need…no, WE need, to beat her by any fucking means necessary."
Samantha rages at her own reflection.
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT!!!"
Reflected Samantha, however, remains calm.
"We deserve this. We earned this. You've kept me locked away for so very long, playing by their rules and only letting me out when you needed me. But you know what? There's no morality in wrestling, no praise for those who play nice. Why play nice when it's rarely returned?"
Samantha practically growls back.
"Because it's right."
The reflection chuckles at her.
"Right? No, Sam my dear, it's become expected. Everyone knows you won't do absolutely anything to win, and we're in a business where, at the end of it all, only winners survive. Don't get me wrong, if you can win by the rules, I'm all for it. But how many people we've faced have ever done that?"
Samantha sighs again, looking at the mirror with a sad acceptance.
"Very, very few."
Her reflection keeps pushing the issue.
"So if you know it's unlikely to happen, why cling to a moral code few hold? No, my dear self, it's time we take matters into our hands, and not be afraid to get them dirty. We need to start getting them, and before they get us. Agreed?"
Samantha takes a deep breath, beginning to again brush her brunette locks.
"Agreed."
The reflection smiles warmly, confident the message has sunk in.
"Good. We'll talk again, any time you need a reminder I'm here, and I'm here to help. Let me out, Sam. You know, better than anyone else, what we're capable of when we work together. It's time, beautiful woman, to be everything we're destined to be."
Samantha continues to brush out her hair, waiting for more from her reflection, but that reflection is again mirroring her perfectly. She moves her mouth silently, checking to see if her visage would continue to chat, but the reflection in the mirror continues to mimic her movements exactly.
She finishes brushing her hair, putting the brush back on the vanity before standing and walking to the towel rack. The towel falls to the floor, her bare body facing the rack as she pulls on her underwear, then her bra. Turning to look at the mirror, she takes a deep breath, uttering one simple phrase as she exits her bathroom
"By absolutely any means necessary…"