We open up in a candy shop where we see Brooklyn Blake, prancing around looking at all of the varieties of sweets. The 18 year old picks up a tootsie roll, shaking her head.
No, that isn't sweet enough. Oh, where are my manners, I must have forgotten you were recording.
Brooklyn places the tootsie roll back into its display and flashes a smile for the camera.
At Convergence I have the first match of my career against someone who goes by the nickname 'The Intimidator'. Either someone in the front office doesn't like me, or someone has a lot of confidence in me. Either way, I'm just honored to be on the first ever event for Pangaea.
The camera follows Brooklyn as she walks around the candy shop, looking for just the right piece of candy, picking up pieces as she walks and talks.
Before I talk about Cutter, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm Brooklyn Blake, the adopted daughter of self made billionaire, Miles Blake. I might have been raised in a way that offends some, but I honestly wouldn't trade anything in my past. I was handed things, sure, I was coddled at times, I was protected, but when you're raised by a billionaire, you learn a few things along the way. For instance, my daddy has made bold business decisions to get where he is, some call him ruthless. That ruthlessness has rubbed off on both my sister and I.
Cutter, I know you're going to walk into Convergence confident, thinking there's no way that someone almost a foot shorter, who you outweigh by over 100 pounds has any chance of defeating you, if that's what you really think then...
Brooklyn lifts a lollipop up and shows it off to the camera.
You're a sucker.
She smiles before sitting the lollipop down.
You have the size advantage over me, but that just means that I'm bound to be quicker. I've been trained by Jack Savage, somebody that has years of experience under his belt, just like you do Cutter. The grizzled veteran against the youthful princess, it has an appeal to it so I see why the match was made. I'm supposed to put up a good fight but fall short to you. Everyone who has something against my daddy is supposed to get a thrill out of seeing his princess get tossed around, right?
I'm here to tell you that's NOT what is going to happen. The experience is something again that you hold over me, but you have so much more on the line than I do. Everyone expects me to come into this match and lose, so if I fall short, I'll be patted on the back and told I have a bright future ahead of me. But you? A loss to an 18 year old in her first ever match means that maybe you don't have it anymore, Cutter. Maybe the Intimidator can no longer intimidate anyone. Maybe it's time to hang 'em up.
I'm going to Rome with a smile on my face, ready to have fun. I've heard about your reputation, you don't care who you hurt to get ahead and that's fine, but I'm a Blake. As much as I want the crowd to love me, I know there are some that just never will, and to those people I ask you to please watch this match. Watch how I put my body on the line not only to entertain you, but to beat Cutter Driftwood. Us Blake's, we have a fighting and competitive spirit that is hard to match.
When you try and overpower me, I'm going to run circles around you. When you back me into a corner, I'll look you in your eyes and tell you to bring it on. When you lift me over your head, I'll slip out behind you and hit you with the 'No Sleep Til Brooklyn'. I only get one chance to make a first impression, and this is it.
The camera follows Brooklyn as she stops in her tracks and stares at the display in front of her. As the camera pans out we see Brooklyn frozen at a wall of Pez dispensers. An almost devilish but satisfying smile crosses the young woman's face as she picks up a Snoopy Pez dispenser.
Cute, I love these things. You know what's funny about pez dispensers? They're deceiving. The head lifts up, and you think its broken but instead, it gives you a treat. Sort of like your finishing move Cutter, I heard you named it the Pez Dispenser. You plan on knocking my head off my shoulders but what happens when I duck? When the speed advantage I have over you comes into play and you miss that clothesline and then I counter with a lightning quick dropkick. What will go through your head then?
She walks over to the cashier and purchases the Snoopy Pez dispenser and walks out into the Los Angeles sunlight, opening the package as she walks. She loads the candy into the dispenser.
Will doubt creep into your mind? Is it really possible that a younger, inexperienced, spoiled rotten, blonde haired billionaires daughter can really beat you? Then think about your past, surely you aren't undefeated.
Was every opponent that ever beat you bigger than you? Were they all more experienced? I'm willing to bet the answer to both questions is no, meaning, someone smaller and less experienced has beaten you before. Which, since you probably aren't the smartest, means, I have a chance. A chance is all I need.
You're older, you've had your time and now you should be doing the right thing and allowing the future of wrestling to shine. I don't expect you to lay down for me, but I'll knock you down Cutter and when I do?
She pops a Pez in her mouth, smiling.
I'll taste victory. Do you know how victory tastes? Mmm, its sweet.
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