Re: Myra Benedict Flash

Needs more cowbell.

G-Money

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> [Infinite darkness, accompanied by the sound of plastic on wood.  Fade in.
>
> A child's plastic top spins seemingly infinite winding circles around a
> smooth tabletop.  And then...
>
> ...It topples over.  Yet it still spins, though slower now, catching more
> and more friction from the wooden surface.  Pan up.
>
> "Poison Bliss" Myra Benedict.
>
> She is seated at the chair, her eyes turned down toward the plastic top.
> Yet, they seem distant, as if Myra is in deep thought.  She is dressed in
a
> gray top beneath her denim jacket, and matching jeans almost totally
> concealed under the table.  Without uttering a word, she straightens up
the
> top again, twisting her wrist counter-clockwise, and then twisting it the
> other way, sending the top into another coiling spin.  She watches
intently,
> her darkened face covered by a sheen of concentration...
>
> ...And the top topples again, slowing its spin before coming to a gentle
> halt.  Eyes closed to near slits, Myra nods her head, still in the deepest
> thought.
>
> Finally, abruptly, her eyes raise to the camera, acknowledging its
> presence.]
>
> PBMB: You might ask yourselves... why is a grown woman playing with a
> child's toy?
>
> It's quite simple really...
>
> This _top_, and UWF's "Tornado" Tara Smith have much in common.
>
> [...Huh?]
>
> PBMB: It's common knowledge how destructive tornados can be, ripping
through
> the Midwest every year, uprooting tree and house alike, injuring, killing,
> and leaving people homeless...
>
> But sooner or later, each and every tornado must come to an end.
>
> [She nods, grasping the plastic top in her hand, repositions it, and sends
> it spinning yet again.  She watches again as it goes through its coiling
> cycle, before toppling, slowing, and stopping.  Myra's cold gaze returns
to
> the camera.]
>
> PBMB: Like the real tornados that crisscross this country, Tara Smith has
> been seemingly unstoppable in the ring.
>
> But like the real thing, Tara's unstoppable charge through the competition
> has reached its end.
>
> [Another nod, as Myra repeats the same process yet again.  She remains
> silent until the top lies peaceful still.]
>
> PBMB: You've already begun to topple, "Tornado".  And when you and I stand
> in the center of the ring, eyes locked in mental preparation for the
> approaching battle, I intend to bring you down all the way.
>
> Whether you tap out to the Myracle Lock, or lay motionless on the canvas
for
> three seconds after the Shadow's Bane, your fall from grace will be
> complete.
>
> [She steadies the top yet again, before sending it spiraling out of
control.
> Not allowing it to finish its cycle on its own though, Myra abruptly taps
> it, sending it toppling in a mad spin around the table, before she stops
its
> momentum outright, cupping her hand over it.  In response, Myra's face
> darkens.  Fade.]
>
>