MATCH PROMO "Imitation Is the Sincerest Form Of Flattery, Too Bad Impact Did It First, TLA" PAIN FOR PRIDE RP 3

Minerva

"The Black Rose"
Staff member
EAW ROSTER
Universal Women's Champion
Iconic Cup Holder
Messages
802
Points
93
Location
Cassadaga, FL.

“Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.”

― George Carlin


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Los Angeles, CA.
6.22.2021
(Off Camera)

There was a lot of concern with Minerva who was still recovering from everything that happened at Voltage including getting arrested. The Gypsy Moth knew that all their eggs were basically in one basket, that being Drake King, of it he goes down in defeat, New Eden is over. She usually was calm, cool and collected, but this time, the thought of them going their separate ways haunted her, and while it had no effect on her vying to win the National Elite Championship, Minerva was well aware this could be the final days.

She made a surprise visit to Drake King in his hotel room, she knew that he was all alone. Myles was grabbing a few things for the mini fridge as Minerva knocked on the door, she was dressed appropriately for Drake, as she always made him feel uncomfortable when she didn’t, in jeans, ankle boots and a black halter top.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Who’s there?”

“Oh, cut the crap, Drake, it’s me.”

Within a few seconds Drake opens the door dressed in a red suit and shirt no tie. Minerva scouted the room; she didn’t see anyone there. “Sierra?”, she questioned. He shrugged his shoulders. “Rodeo Drive, I think. What is it?”, he curiously responded. “Can we talk?”, she replied back.

“Like alone? Where is Myles?”

“Are you seriously going to get all weird with me because the two of us are all alone? Come on Drake, you’re like a brother to me, I’m not an inbred. Now I am feeling weird standing out in the hallway. Let me in, I want to talk.”, she almost pleaded with Drake, where he hesitantly nodded and let her in. Minerva sat on the couch as Drake sat in the love seat. “What is your boggle, sister?”, Minerva tilted her head…

“Boggle? Okay whatever. Drake, I’m worried. Don’t take this the wrong way, I have all the faith in you winning, but what if?”, the realization of New Eden being put to rest was too much for even Drake to think of, quickly waving his hand off. “Sister, sister…. That is not going to happen. Malcolm cannot and will not defeat me. We have too much left to do and why would we even bother with thinking about what if’s? We need to have faith; you must take the National Elite Championship from TLA. Myles gets the Cash in the Vault; I will grab the World title but most importantly? Retire Malcolm Jones. There is always a small chance for things to go awry, no doubt but we must remember New Eden is nowhere done.”, and while it was comforting to hear Drake say that Minerva always thought of both scenarios, prepared for anything of the sort.


“I’m not trying to be a pessimist, but more a realist. Not like we have had much luck lately, I was thrown in jail…”, Drake quickly interrupted. “They didn’t….”

“Prison rape me? No, I’m fine.”

Drake’s eyes widen then bellows out a sigh of relief. “... Mistreat you… but Good, good we never want to be you know?”, as she shook her head. “No, but I’m fine, being humiliated doesn’t sit well with me. I’m completely focused Drake, you don’t have to worry about me at all, same with Myles, we have been ready for these opportunities for a while, for there is nothing that would be more fitting than to take all these prizes away the sheep want so bad or to keep. This isn’t about a Poon Palace, that place deserved to be burned to the ground.”, with that said Drake nods and agrees. He stands up and sits next to Minerva, remembering the moment they were triumphant at Grand Rampage.

“New Eden is forever. No matter what happens but I assure you that while this is unsanctioned, the meaning behind the victory will lead us into Season 15 as one entity. We formed this with Myles ideal, your commitment and my assertiveness. They cannot stop us, no matter what words are spoken or what actions are done. We will all three be triumphant.”

Minerva smirks, brushing her hair back, but her eyes turn to the wound on Drake’s chest, he catches her looking. “I’m fine.”

“Are you? Drake, I swear that this better not end, or I don’t think anyone will survive Pain for Pride. I….”, she turns as her phone pings, pulling it out of her back pocket, she reads a text from Myles. “He’s on his way up, Myles says I need to watch something.”, Drake doesn’t know if that is good or bad, but Minerva stops short of putting her phone away.

“Oh, I have something to show you, so Myles and I went to the beach earlier today, check these out….”


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Minerva shows Drake a picture of her posing in a swimsuit, Drake quickly turns covering his face. “Minerva! Sister what are you doing, you’re in love with Myles, this is adultery!”, she tilts her head confused. “… of the sunrise. Drake, it’s not nudes, I just wanted to share the beauty of….. the sunrise.”

:notbad:Oh?”

He slowly separates his fingers to show his eye while covering his face. “Drake, it’s basically my wrestling gear bottom without boots and kneepads. I will say, wanted to do something nice for Myles, you should do the same with Sierra and…”

“No! I mean no, sister. There is no time. Anyway, let us concentrate on Pain for Pride. The sunrise is…. Is captivating.”, he says nervously as Minerva smirks just before Myles walks in with his phone in hand and he doesn’t look happy. “Babe, what is wrong?”, Minerva asks, but she gets her answer quickly showing her his phone and the video of TLA’s latest promo. Drake quickly stands up, seeing as he has copied and mocked Minerva’s style.

:picard:The fracking nerve…..”

Myles shakes his head.

:wtf:Wh... ho.... I fucking hate him.”, Myles walks away clearly annoyed while Minerva keeps watching, rolling her eyes…

:francis:Hmmm… Now I want some REAL Mexican food.”

Myles turns hearing her, “Taco Bell?”

:drakelike:You know me so well.”



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PAIN FOR PRIDE: IMITATION IS THE SINCEREST FORM OF FLATTERY, TOO BAD IMPACT DID IT FIRST, TLA
CHAPTER THREE



Minerva’s possibly last Voltage to end Season 14 as she could end up back on Showdown or on Dynasty for the first time in her career, didn’t end as she had thought. First, minding her own business, The Gypsy Moth was with her boyfriend, Myles. As they conversed ion the back locker room, Malcolm Jones stormed in and demanded to know where Drake King was. They didn’t know and if they did know, no way would they have delved that information so with a lead pipe he proceeded to bash Minerva and Myles down, that was how the nigh began for them, of course they had their way with Malcolm up to that point and Minerva almost threw Keisha off the stage, bit for The Gypsy Moth, this was about making a wrong into a right and not only defeating TLA but taking the National Elite Championship in the process. The week before Minerva decided to visit the Poon Palace and give TLA a taste of his own medicine, so she appeared and set the place on fire, it was like a Hollywood Blockbuster Movie, or B Rated Prime Video for Free one, either wat Minerva went out there with one goal and that was to make sure TLA knew exactly what was coming to him…

The Gypsy Moth though didn’t expect what happened later on the last Voltage, when TLA came out to speak and Minerva heard him, she came out hurt, battered and in no condition to fight but she has never cared, doesn’t matter if she ends up beaten unconscious with a bloody splattered face, Minerva will never walk away from a fight. As she made her way down to the ring, taking off her leather jacket, the second she slid into the ring, the police came out and pinned Minerva down to arrest her. She was humiliated, embarrassed, felt like she was exposed while TLA stood there and smiled. He then mentioned the name Destiny, and Minerva deep down inside lost all inhibitions. That was her mother’s name, and she keeps that very dear to her heart. It was a hurt that Minerva was never able to get over, and so the Gypsy Moth now looks at doing more than just winning this match and the championship, it is also about New Eden’s creed and now revenge more than ever.

TLA has gone too far in her eyes, and when The Gorgeous Gypsy is hellbent on destruction, she never fails at it. This season, her triumphs and tribulations have molded Minerva to become even more dangerous, for she has been standing tall and lying motionless, which has made her aware of what to do and with TLA?

You will see a Minerva like no other.

Wearing black jeans ankle boots and a matching black and orange halter top. Her long orange hair hangs down, nails polished a matte black. Her pet owl Calibos perched on her shoulder as shew wears the nail necklace, looking over at the Los Angeles Basin while standing by the Hollywood sign in the hills.



REC:



She takes a second, as her hair catches some of the breeze, speaking in her eerie yet calm and sexy voice…



“The Hollywood Hills, Tinsel Town, the Shangri La of every inspiring person who wants to become a star. Los Angeles and the surrounding areas is quite a peculiar place, harboring starving men and women who sacrifice everything for those fifteen seconds of fame. They work side jobs, waiting on or bussing tables, temp labor to make ends meet to afford renting in the overpriced studio apartment in Panorama City or Burbank, all to live out their America Dream. Some make it, most don’t, and end up either flying back to Kansas to work on the farm with their parents the rest of their desolate lives or die of a drug overdose, not able to take the cruelty and punishment of the world they sought. Why do they put themselves through such torture? Their desperation to weather the storm of uncertainty fails at the first winds of rejection. In any industry, one will always face backlash, they will question your motives, skills and passion. Why does anyone want to become an actor?

Fame and fortune, nothing else.

It is a very narcissistic business, this city is all about greed and pestilence, succumbing to avarice which lures the unsuspecting into the trenches of failure and poverty. I once wanted to be something more than poor trash living in some compound, anything for the American Dream to not end up an American Tragedy. How quaint and accepted these actions are, poor kids wandering the streets looking for any sort of fix, others with their 12-hour shift waiting feverishly by their cellphone for the casting call, this is the city you people adore, the one I wrestled in for the very first time in my career and even then, I saw how cutthroat it was. I guess there is a meaning behind Pain For Pride held here in the City of Angels, where the biggest devil of them all to their way of life is here….

…. And New Eden will flourish in the equivalent of Sodom and Gomorrah.

The homeless line the beaches of Venice, they camp out right in front of million-dollar homes depreciating the value in Newport. The traffic has congested to the point of nightmares and stand still, they call it “carmageddon”. Gang violence is at its worst, this is the true cesspool of what the country wants you to believe is nothing short than a vision and glimpse into your bright future so dreary, what they forget to show though is the toe tag and body bag where you’ll end up. Walk to Santa Monica pier, grab a funnel cake, and look over your shoulder in hopes of not being robbed or fall to rape. I walked these streets plenty of times before, I also know exactly the vicious and hostile territory I step in, for the crowd will absolutely abhor my existence, for facing TLA in these parts is tagging me as public enemy #1 against a national hero, hence why at their intelligence levels, they know no better. I waited for days, which seems like weeks for him to go on promo TV and respond. It was bad enough he tried to humiliate me at the last Voltage, and two weeks prior attack and lay me out, gifting me this little nail. I knew that TLA would always find a way to punch lower though always acting like he is the one who matters most in any sort of challenge whatsoever. Before I even entertain his little mocking jab at me, I’m reverting back to the last Voltage of Season 14. TLA had a lot of tough talk, the threats, the grandioso little speech about never changing and always staying true to who he is, claiming that New Eden will destroy anything in its path only to rebuild it back in our image as no one else will listen to reason?

What TLA doesn’t realize is that he is the reason places like this are a decrepit wasteland of broken dreams and promises, while he peddles his shit in everyone’s faces. The reason TLA has survived this long has nothing to do with his wrestling or tactics, it has everything to do with his wit and business practices. There is a lot of tough talk coming from you TLA, the kind that always has me wondering just how you will react when I have you down at my feet begging for me to stop like I had your Corona Hombre. You have no idea what New Eden is about, instead going about it the easy way same Totally Lazy Asshat in TLA, right? What is so hard to comprehend and understand in our stance? Of course, this goes against everything you want or need, we don’t survive off using women, we don’t delve in making dirty money, we don’t show off our riches in order to sustain our power, instead we have planted OUR flag in the EAW for ONE reason….

Progress.

The image of TLA is stagnant, he has never evolved or changed, instead still doing the same thing over and over thinking he’ll get different results. Deep down inside, there is more than fear and concern, he KNOWS the end is here. Blame me for what happened at the Poon Palace, make this narrative like I am the evil one who in turn was trying to save those morons from their own personal hell where I will be the devil who runs it, instead they flock to TLA, he has them so brainwashed, and you want to talk about New Eden? We can’t go about our business here without TLA insinuating that just because I have a vagina, I’m interested in him, oh the delusions of an egotists that will soon learn at Pain for Pride that when it comes to payment I plan to collect in full. I can be accused of many things, I made this personal, I wanted him to see that I will go to any lengths to have his full and undivided attention, but again, I wasn’t trying to kill anyone….

I was murdering his defilement.

When a symbol is destroyed that sends shockwaves throughout a community like the EAW. The Poon Palace will forever be known and associated with TLA, this is his muse, his play on whatever he is trying to portray while disguising as your Homie or whatever the fuck else stupid shit he calls himself. He can wish I was a future Poon, hit on Minerva all he wants….

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This belongs to Myles.


…. That’s right I can be sexy too, on my rare moments coming out of my shell somewhat, before I realize over and over that it gets you nowhere, but what does? Is being the bitch that nobody wants to deal with, nobody likes all because she believes in the betterment of an EAW that is free from the streamline worshipping sycophants to a heretic like TLA they have become.

The Baptism by fire, and I’m the match to light it, asshole.”



Minerva isn’t going to change course, she will not stop on her road to Pain for Pride, not carrying one bit that TLA is trying to mock her now, bad enough it took him this long to respond, but she also finds it quite amusing, that all it is doing is feeding more and more into her resolve. She takes a moment before speaking….



“They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, too bad Impact did the exact same thing to me first at Grand Rampage, so this was nothing new or even funny, it was once again an attempt to make this into a joke, though I will admit, it’s nice to see you try, following my promo platform and technique actually made you work a little harder, I’m impressed, then again not really, so it’s nice that you didn’t come out and spew the same recycled garbage in means of trying to mock me and go out of your way to make Minerva’s ways of production into a laughing spectacle, all for those “like” buttons when in reality all you did was come off as desperate and insecure. Couldn’t stick to your own game because it wasn’t good enough, I get it, but do you see me responding in turn? You can go ahead and do the rest of your promos in the same vain, I personally don’t care, as I would love to sit back and watch you act like it is writing a book. This isn’t War and Peace, it’s Death and Dismemberment, bitch. It’s a shame really for in my eyes, TLA, you always had my respect as a wrestler, I would be foolish to ever downplay your talent and what you mean to this company, it is the reason that I challenged you in the first place, this is why when I watched that little speech with the National Elite Championship that led to our little road here in the EAW, that was the chance I took to face the very best. You’re not Malcolm Jones, a man living on borrowed time. You’re not Jamie O’Hara, a broken-down legend holding on to his final knot on the rope or Kassidy Heart who has been given everything by fucking the owner of the company. TLA will never be a sell-out prima donna like Darcy May Morgan or a bad bitch who has given the EAW Carte Blanche to use and abuse her like Ms. Extreme. I’m not facing some old fart who this could be his last hoorah in Impact or some out of shape, over his head paper champion like Xander Payne…


… you are the “mero mero”, fucking “El Jefe”, TLA, I hope I have my Spanish right, I did grow up in Texas.

The former World Champion and Hall of Fame wrestler that has the absolute respect and admiration of just about every single Elitist in this company and that TLA is the allegory to the EAW. You sir are the poster child, you sir are the face, you sir are everything this company wants to portray, and I have said this before, but feel like I need to reiterate, and this is where New Eden comes in. What do we want to take away? What do we want to procure other than the Championship that are held at such high standards by everyone else. We want change, that’s it. New Eden is looking for a balance in power not run by greed, but by competition. I’m not immune to this, TLA, you know that. I want to be the very best, you even said it yourself, so many have that I have all the talent in the world to be at the very top, but where you are mistaken is claiming that New Eden holds me down, they do not. New Eden has given me purpose, I am in this position because of them, many might say love is blind and I could be that which doesn’t see the truth, correct? Or is it the other way around? TLA, I wouldn’t give a shit about your lifestyle if it weren’t thrown in our faces, and this hasn’t done anything to deter my goals, but it goes beyond the National Elite Championship, but seriously, why do you and everyone else consistently say that Drake is our leader?

Because he won Grand Rampage?

Look at Pain for Pride, look at the matches and the card, WE won Grand Rampage, WE stood tall pointing the finger at the Pain for Pride sign, TLA, we are the ones who walked out of there with 27 others long gone including yourself, this is more than just some stable, it is an ideal, they don’t die, but I think your mindset is in the wrong place, dealing with Drake King and Myles, your history with both of them has been well documented, from losing World Titles to winning the current one you hold, this has been told and written like a masterpiece for others to learn from, yet you fail on concentrating on the one entity that will make sure that your championship comes to these hands, that is Minerva. There is this notion that you’re looking for that moment in front of the LA crowd, chanting your name, win or lose, that is the difference between us, you’re coming here to show, I’m coming here to leave with that championship, and I will not accept anything less. It doesn’t matter how many times you try to make a joke out of this, turning it into a stand-up comedy routine which I’m the lettuce and tomato thrown at you booed off the stage, but this mentality is exactly why I hate you, TLA. Back even this past season, even before the formation of New Eden, I saw just how comfortable you were lying around the EAW, walking in like you owned the place as if it were your personal Poon Palace, there was never a difference between TLA the wrestler and person, you were all kinds of shit shades, coasting around here while I had to break my back to even get a bit of attention. Do you think I take a backseat to Drake King and Myles, am I the third wheel when all I ever hear is that Minerva is the most talented of the group, or do they think that my resolve of New Eden is the weakest, so they target me by stroking my ego? See. TLA unlike Myles and Drake King, I always saw titles in a different light, but as I listened to their approach it made sense, all I ever did was center my career around gold so you can imagine my disappointment this past season considering all of Season 13 I was draped in it with the exception of maybe an hour before I cashed in the Iconic Cup.

It has been almost an entire year since the last time I wore a title around my waste, and usually I would be salivating at the prospect of it right now, this time though there is a far greater accomplishment to be had then just being a champion, ripping it from your cold dead hands while the tears and screams of your people out in the crowd are a sonnet to my ears and when you speak of already winning, THAT is what motivates me, for like the head of the hydra, your words, two more will grow, that is true, there will be others who will use the system for their own gain….

… but there is only ONE TLA.

And I’m going to end his National Elite Championship reign.

What annoys me most though is you’re trying to play this off like a snub on your wrestling ability, insinuating I am looking over what you can do and what you have done? I may be a cunt, but I have never looked into the eyes of any wrestler that I have faced and pretend they are not worth my time, do not construed how I feel about your extracurricular activities and how you have brought this into your in-ring work, and think it is about ability and skill? No. Here is the thing TLA, you even touched on my history that I do not hide from anyone, because for years I was a promiscuous woman, I didn’t care what bed I ended up in, who I slept with, what I did in order to survive poverty, I knew that I would die at some young age, probably strangled and my naked body dumped in some riverbend for a bunch of hunters to find, I fully expected it until wrestling came and it saved my life, but I still did what I had to in order to survive, there was a time in my tainted history where I probably would have ended up in the Poon Palace taking you all for myself, but that was a long time ago, all it took was to meet my true calling, and don’t think for a moment I am some brainwashed old, born again virgin, oh no, now I am happier than ever because I know there is more to this than just some Championship…

… there is now a means to an end…

And TLA is it.”



As she turns away for a second, looking out into the Los Angeles basin, Minerva thinks of all the things that had gone on with her life and career. She is young, only 23, started the business at 19 and has grown into her skin from there. The Gypsy Moth was the youngest World Champion in the EAW’s history, and now she looks to add another title, turning and speaking with Calibos perched on the Hollywood sign…



“That was a very passionate speech TLA, and like everyone else, it basically was the same gripes and grievances all other wrestlers have with New Eden. Give me a moment to explain a few things to you, first and foremost we don’t hijack the airwaves and social media to be petty and frivolous, we are not narrow-minded people who refuse to see the levels of our actions, New Eden conveys their message it doesn’t matter if we air it 5 or 50 times, some are very hard of hearing, there are points that come across as nothing more than white noise and others when their ears perk like a rabbit sensing a predator. We had a task, and tell me something, TLA….


… did our strategy work at Grand Rampage?

Yes, it did.

I would hope that I am wrong, but what you basically are telling me is to live carefree and not give a flying fuck about our careers, just let the chips fall where they may, yes? From the very second, I signed on the dotted line of the contract to wrestle in EAW and commit to this sport, where I had options to go, I came here to face the very best, I wanted to prove myself, the weird dark and gloomy Gypsy who stuck out like a sore thumb, never wanting to be some streamlined act so that people could walk all over me. From the moment I debut on Empire against Mali Evans to our last tag team match on Voltage, I have always lived by one philosophy, treat every single match the same no matter who it is, this is how you become consistent, for when they see my name across from theirs, my opponents know it is time to get working if you’re going to beat me. You talk about arguments and Elitists pointing out the most insignificant things to create a topic of conversation in their promos? That’s part of the process. How many times have I been told by a male and even some females they want to fuck me hard after our match? Invite me to their “crib”, make it about leisure and forgetting why the hell we are going at one another, yes what you said, the fight. Thing is, I don’t care if people think I talk too much, if I promo too many times or if I make the best of my chances on TV conveying a message, I am here to sell a match, to make people invested in what we are wrestling for and actually CARE, you of all people I would have thought appreciated all the attention, that is how highly I think of this challenge, but instead you make a mockery of it!?

This to you is one big fucking parody!?

Do you even understand the challenge here, TLA? Forget the title for a moment, whatever, your legacy would live on if I retired you come this weekend, this is not the point I am trying to make, can’t you see there is something more in danger than just your title reign!? I don’t concentrate on wanting to tear the house down, or even having the greatest match of my life just to have a moment on a Pain for Pride stage we can look back to and say, “Remember when?”. Raven Roberts last year allowed her emotions to control the outcome, but at least she fucking cared! You don’t and you should, why? Stealing the show, wrestling the hardest match of your career, everything else that comes with it all TLA?

Is a given.

But what doesn’t seem to compute in your head is I’m walking into Pain for Pride to fucking kill you, man. I won’t be satisfied until your blood is all over me. Call it what you want, put up little quotes of Chris Elite, use what I bust my ass for every single week as your platform to make this into another production of ludicrous. If you want to disrespect me and the challenge, by all means knock yourself out, but when this is over?

You’ll be the punchline to MY killing joke.

I have given you everything this week, I even have complimented who and what you are, I recognize that, I don’t need to rehearse speeches or play make-believe when it comes to you, TLA or what the history between La Pantera Sexual and New Eden is or what it means to this match, as you can live the “tranquilo” life until they bury you 6 feet under, walking into Pain for Pride nonchalant and I promise, no… no… I guarantee you that no matter how damn good you are and what you have done this entire time in the EAW, it will fall short to what happens in this wretch of a city, as they stand up on their feet wondering what went wrong in complete silence. You want to waste my time? Instead of coming out here and treating me like the biggest match and threat this season and with one of the most prestigious championships on the line that saw the Jaded Hearts tear each other apart last year at the same event for it?

Then go right ahead, but remember this TLA. I didn’t come to the EAW to be chill, laid back or easy going, I came to be the most sadistic, blood thirsty cunt this company has ever seen. For almost THREE years I have climbed that difficult mountain, sometimes falling back down only to pick myself back up. I’m not trying in anyway to boost up my own stock or morale, every person knows how good I am. I’m gravely disappointed in this, I thought I was getting the very best of TLA, instead it is a man who already is making excuses if he loses, trying to convince anyone that will listen your legacy is intact, no shit. I don’t think this way, every match is a new reason to establish my legend, for I have made it a habit instead to remember every win, every loss, every triumph and torment, it empowers Minerva, gives me the reason to continue but this time, with New Eden. You’re right, we are the most honest of the bunch, there is no sugarcoating and come Pain For Pride, whether it be Night ONE, TWO or THREE? Myles will outlast five other competitors to become the Cash In the Vault winner. Drake King will preserve our existence and become the EAW World Champion, with Malcolm Jones long gone forever.

Then finally?

Me and you.

There's an old saying about those who cannot remember the past being condemned to repeat it, but those of us who refuse to forget the past are condemned to relive it and I have accepted this fate, where yours will be determined by my hand. Let’s see how entertaining this is for you, TLA. I go back to my mother’s name, Destiny. It’s ironic the meaning of it, but it is also believing that a life is meant for a single purpose, where most believe in a common fate. Father to daughter, brother to sister, mother to child. Blood ties can be as unyielding as they are eternal, yet growing up it was my bond of choice that truly lit the road I traveled to get here.

Love versus hatred.

Loyalty against betrayal.

A person's true “destiny” can only be revealed at the end of their journey, and the story I have to tell, TLA?

Is far from over, but it continues, as yours ends.

Now that is what I call fun.”



As her icy blue eyes narrow, a sneer forms on her face before slowly cracking a smile, turning to Calibos who spreads his wings, then back to the camera with the Gypsy biting down on her lower lip.



FADE TO BLACK

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