Post by Tressa Smyles on Nov 28, 2023 8:07:57 GMT -5
A male voice is heard over the PA system of the seemingly deserted circus. ”Come one, come all to the greatest show on Earth. Here you will see many of the greatest things you've ever seen. The strongman, the conjoined trapeze twins, the dwarf of doom. However, front and center, we have the one and only TRESSA SMYLES. She is your ring leader for this lovely place.”
The camera panned around each and every outcast of the circus as a spotlight settled front and center on Tressa Smyles. She laughed a bit before speaking. ”Hello my lovelies. It is fine once again for the greatest show on Earth to make its way to the Outcast Championship Wrestling ring. This week the Ringleader of Mischief takes on this generations Nelson Mandela…”
She laughed even louder almost maniacally as the house lights went down and the one spotlight is all that illuminated the painted face of Tressa. She pointed toward a wall where we see a poster of Constance Amendola. Tressa continued speaking to the crowd of misfits. ”I'm sorry, even I couldn't say that with a straight face. To be honest, I have racked my brain trying to find a single, solitary thing to say is unique about her. She is a great physical specimen but so is Donnie Harris and there's not much special about him either. You see, I have a great habit of finding unique talent, that's why each and every one of you is a part of my circus but Constance is a bland carbon copy of all the other “sexy type” female wrestlers out there. What sets her apart from Brooke Hernandez or Destiny Michaels? She has to step into the ring with the Ringmaster herself. She thinks she is hot shit when she is simply just another number in the cosmos that has to find a reason to be relevant. I stay relevant by being myself, by running the greatest show on Earth!”
The Misfits cheered loudly as Tressa spoke nothing but truth to them. They had been ruled out of life. Tressa had made each and every one of them feel special. She laughed even more maniacally than before. ”Now is time for us to rise and show the world that we aren't gonna take their bull shit anymore. Constance Amendola, let me ask you this. Why do you deserve to share the ring with me? Why do you deserve to bask in my spotlight. You see, I am the Ringmaster and the star of this show and you are just a supporting cast member. Will you show the world why you wrestle or will you fade into obscurity and allow your star to burn out and fall? Will your dreams come true or will you allow your nightmares to become a reality? Will you stand up for something or fall for everything? Quite simply put what will you make of your own damn career? Bring the fight Constance because you already know I will bring the madness.”
The Misfits cheered as Tressa ripped the poster off the wall and threw it in the trash and the scene faded to black.
We reopen to Tressa sitting across from her mentor, Angus Minicelli. Angus was an Italian clown and someone who created the idea of the clowns, not humans running a circus. Tressa had taken his idea and twisted it to her own little madness. She created a whole universe where she was the sun it all revolved around. She smiled from ear to ear. She pushed her hair behind her ear as she spoke softly. ”Angus, darling, to what do I owe the honor of sitting across from you.
Angus looked around as he twisted to his own little smirk. ”Tressa, of all my little copycats all around the world you are the only one who has understood the message. You are the only one who truly understood what it means to run your own little world and keeping the outside influence out. You are my prized student. You should be proud.”
Tressa laughed in a tiny giggle of sorts. She nodded. ”You are the reason I do what I do. I have rescued these freaks of the world and given them a haven of sorts. They are my little misfits and the crowds of OCW will soon join them in my little world. I am expanding beyond this little corner sideshow and I am going global. The outcasts of OCW will either bow before the Ringmaster or they will meet their demise. I am here to lead the way. It is up to them if they receive the message.
The two of them toast as the scene fades to black.
The camera panned around each and every outcast of the circus as a spotlight settled front and center on Tressa Smyles. She laughed a bit before speaking. ”Hello my lovelies. It is fine once again for the greatest show on Earth to make its way to the Outcast Championship Wrestling ring. This week the Ringleader of Mischief takes on this generations Nelson Mandela…”
She laughed even louder almost maniacally as the house lights went down and the one spotlight is all that illuminated the painted face of Tressa. She pointed toward a wall where we see a poster of Constance Amendola. Tressa continued speaking to the crowd of misfits. ”I'm sorry, even I couldn't say that with a straight face. To be honest, I have racked my brain trying to find a single, solitary thing to say is unique about her. She is a great physical specimen but so is Donnie Harris and there's not much special about him either. You see, I have a great habit of finding unique talent, that's why each and every one of you is a part of my circus but Constance is a bland carbon copy of all the other “sexy type” female wrestlers out there. What sets her apart from Brooke Hernandez or Destiny Michaels? She has to step into the ring with the Ringmaster herself. She thinks she is hot shit when she is simply just another number in the cosmos that has to find a reason to be relevant. I stay relevant by being myself, by running the greatest show on Earth!”
The Misfits cheered loudly as Tressa spoke nothing but truth to them. They had been ruled out of life. Tressa had made each and every one of them feel special. She laughed even more maniacally than before. ”Now is time for us to rise and show the world that we aren't gonna take their bull shit anymore. Constance Amendola, let me ask you this. Why do you deserve to share the ring with me? Why do you deserve to bask in my spotlight. You see, I am the Ringmaster and the star of this show and you are just a supporting cast member. Will you show the world why you wrestle or will you fade into obscurity and allow your star to burn out and fall? Will your dreams come true or will you allow your nightmares to become a reality? Will you stand up for something or fall for everything? Quite simply put what will you make of your own damn career? Bring the fight Constance because you already know I will bring the madness.”
The Misfits cheered as Tressa ripped the poster off the wall and threw it in the trash and the scene faded to black.
We reopen to Tressa sitting across from her mentor, Angus Minicelli. Angus was an Italian clown and someone who created the idea of the clowns, not humans running a circus. Tressa had taken his idea and twisted it to her own little madness. She created a whole universe where she was the sun it all revolved around. She smiled from ear to ear. She pushed her hair behind her ear as she spoke softly. ”Angus, darling, to what do I owe the honor of sitting across from you.
Angus looked around as he twisted to his own little smirk. ”Tressa, of all my little copycats all around the world you are the only one who has understood the message. You are the only one who truly understood what it means to run your own little world and keeping the outside influence out. You are my prized student. You should be proud.”
Tressa laughed in a tiny giggle of sorts. She nodded. ”You are the reason I do what I do. I have rescued these freaks of the world and given them a haven of sorts. They are my little misfits and the crowds of OCW will soon join them in my little world. I am expanding beyond this little corner sideshow and I am going global. The outcasts of OCW will either bow before the Ringmaster or they will meet their demise. I am here to lead the way. It is up to them if they receive the message.
The two of them toast as the scene fades to black.
A male voice is heard over the PA system of the seemingly deserted circus. ”Come one, come all to the greatest show on Earth. Here you will see many of the greatest things you've ever seen. The strongman, the conjoined trapeze twins, the dwarf of doom. However, front and center, we have the one and only TRESSA SMYLES. She is your ring leader for this lovely place.”
The camera panned around each and every outcast of the circus as a spotlight settled front and center on Tressa Smyles. She laughed a bit before speaking. ”Hello my lovelies. It is fine once again for the greatest show on Earth to make its way to the Outcast Championship Wrestling ring. This week the Ringleader of Mischief takes on this generations Nelson Mandela…”
She laughed even louder almost maniacally as the house lights went down and the one spotlight is all that illuminated the painted face of Tressa. She pointed toward a wall where we see a poster of Constance Amendola. Tressa continued speaking to the crowd of misfits. ”I'm sorry, even I couldn't say that with a straight face. To be honest, I have racked my brain trying to find a single, solitary thing to say is unique about her. She is a great physical specimen but so is Donnie Harris and there's not much special about him either. You see, I have a great habit of finding unique talent, that's why each and every one of you is a part of my circus but Constance is a bland carbon copy of all the other “sexy type” female wrestlers out there. What sets her apart from Brooke Hernandez or Destiny Michaels? She has to step into the ring with the Ringmaster herself. She thinks she is hot shit when she is simply just another number in the cosmos that has to find a reason to be relevant. I stay relevant by being myself, by running the greatest show on Earth!”
The Misfits cheered loudly as Tressa spoke nothing but truth to them. They had been ruled out of life. Tressa had made each and every one of them feel special. She laughed even more maniacally than before. ”Now is time for us to rise and show the world that we aren't gonna take their bull shit anymore. Constance Amendola, let me ask you this. Why do you deserve to share the ring with me? Why do you deserve to bask in my spotlight. You see, I am the Ringmaster and the star of this show and you are just a supporting cast member. Will you show the world why you wrestle or will you fade into obscurity and allow your star to burn out and fall? Will your dreams come true or will you allow your nightmares to become a reality? Will you stand up for something or fall for everything? Quite simply put what will you make of your own damn career? Bring the fight Constance because you already know I will bring the madness.”
The Misfits cheered as Tressa ripped the poster off the wall and threw it in the trash and the scene faded to black.
We reopen to Tressa sitting across from her mentor, Angus Minicelli. Angus was an Italian clown and someone who created the idea of the clowns, not humans running a circus. Tressa had taken his idea and twisted it to her own little madness. She created a whole universe where she was the sun it all revolved around. She smiled from ear to ear. She pushed her hair behind her ear as she spoke softly. ”Angus, darling, to what do I owe the honor of sitting across from you.
Angus looked around as he twisted to his own little smirk. ”Tressa, of all my little copycats all around the world you are the only one who has understood the message. You are the only one who truly understood what it means to run your own little world and keeping the outside influence out. You are my prized student. You should be proud.”
Tressa laughed in a tiny giggle of sorts. She nodded. ”You are the reason I do what I do. I have rescued these freaks of the world and given them a haven of sorts. They are my little misfits and the crowds of OCW will soon join them in my little world. I am expanding beyond this little corner sideshow and I am going global. The outcasts of OCW will either bow before the Ringmaster or they will meet their demise. I am here to lead the way. It is up to them if they receive the message.
The two of them toast as the scene fades to black.
The camera panned around each and every outcast of the circus as a spotlight settled front and center on Tressa Smyles. She laughed a bit before speaking. ”Hello my lovelies. It is fine once again for the greatest show on Earth to make its way to the Outcast Championship Wrestling ring. This week the Ringleader of Mischief takes on this generations Nelson Mandela…”
She laughed even louder almost maniacally as the house lights went down and the one spotlight is all that illuminated the painted face of Tressa. She pointed toward a wall where we see a poster of Constance Amendola. Tressa continued speaking to the crowd of misfits. ”I'm sorry, even I couldn't say that with a straight face. To be honest, I have racked my brain trying to find a single, solitary thing to say is unique about her. She is a great physical specimen but so is Donnie Harris and there's not much special about him either. You see, I have a great habit of finding unique talent, that's why each and every one of you is a part of my circus but Constance is a bland carbon copy of all the other “sexy type” female wrestlers out there. What sets her apart from Brooke Hernandez or Destiny Michaels? She has to step into the ring with the Ringmaster herself. She thinks she is hot shit when she is simply just another number in the cosmos that has to find a reason to be relevant. I stay relevant by being myself, by running the greatest show on Earth!”
The Misfits cheered loudly as Tressa spoke nothing but truth to them. They had been ruled out of life. Tressa had made each and every one of them feel special. She laughed even more maniacally than before. ”Now is time for us to rise and show the world that we aren't gonna take their bull shit anymore. Constance Amendola, let me ask you this. Why do you deserve to share the ring with me? Why do you deserve to bask in my spotlight. You see, I am the Ringmaster and the star of this show and you are just a supporting cast member. Will you show the world why you wrestle or will you fade into obscurity and allow your star to burn out and fall? Will your dreams come true or will you allow your nightmares to become a reality? Will you stand up for something or fall for everything? Quite simply put what will you make of your own damn career? Bring the fight Constance because you already know I will bring the madness.”
The Misfits cheered as Tressa ripped the poster off the wall and threw it in the trash and the scene faded to black.
We reopen to Tressa sitting across from her mentor, Angus Minicelli. Angus was an Italian clown and someone who created the idea of the clowns, not humans running a circus. Tressa had taken his idea and twisted it to her own little madness. She created a whole universe where she was the sun it all revolved around. She smiled from ear to ear. She pushed her hair behind her ear as she spoke softly. ”Angus, darling, to what do I owe the honor of sitting across from you.
Angus looked around as he twisted to his own little smirk. ”Tressa, of all my little copycats all around the world you are the only one who has understood the message. You are the only one who truly understood what it means to run your own little world and keeping the outside influence out. You are my prized student. You should be proud.”
Tressa laughed in a tiny giggle of sorts. She nodded. ”You are the reason I do what I do. I have rescued these freaks of the world and given them a haven of sorts. They are my little misfits and the crowds of OCW will soon join them in my little world. I am expanding beyond this little corner sideshow and I am going global. The outcasts of OCW will either bow before the Ringmaster or they will meet their demise. I am here to lead the way. It is up to them if they receive the message.
The two of them toast as the scene fades to black.