Post by Samantha Tolson-Anderson on Jul 19, 2018 6:25:41 GMT
Due to time constraints on our television network, we the Management of Queen City Pro Wrestling regrettably were forced to cut Mrs. Tolson-Anderson's promotional video from our broadcast of QCW Episode Four. We present it here for you, through QueenCityPro.com, for your viewing.
Samantha Tolson sits on the bench in a locker room in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She's dressed for battle, one of her trademark "Kiss of Death" t-shirts over her customized singlet, this time in red with white trim as she's in Canada. The camera focuses in on her face, and her eyes are full of fire.
"Queen City Wrestling, my apologies for not being there this evening. As I tape this, I'm sitting in Toronto, readying for two matches in one night here in Canadian Championship Wrestling, and because of those two matches, I am unable to make it down to Charlotte tonight for the festivities. Rest assured, however, that I will be at Unbound, and I will become your very first Queen City Pro Wrestling World Champion."
"Seems kind of cocky to say that, doesn't it? I'll grant you that, but I can also guarantee you that in the coming days leading up to that event, every one of my seven opponents will say the very same thing. Except Sela, maybe, because seemingly all she cares about is making people bleed..."
"...but let me ask all seven of you a question. How far, exactly, are you willing to go to become the World Champion?"
"How many of you know exactly what it means to be a World Champion?"
"Looking out over the field...that's none of you."
"Mind you, I'm not talking about a women's world title here, I'm talking about a full and complete World Champion, taking on all comers regardless of gender?"
"I do."
"I've done it three times."
"But each and every time, there was something that had to be sacrificed in order to climb to the top of the mountain. Something I had to give up in return for the ultimate prize."
"Do you think I'm not willing to pay that price? Do any of you believe that you truly have what it takes to oust me over the top rope, to give up whatever the match requires of you to do just that?"
"Or do you think I fear the sight of my own blood pouring down my body? That it hasn't happened before?"
"No, I look out over the field for this Battle Royal, and what I see in front of me are seven of the very best in the world, without a doubt..."
"...but seven women who haven't yet once been called upon to make that ultimate sacrifice for ultimate glory."
"What will I need to relinquish to hold the title? I don't know. It could be a friendship. It could be the respect of one or more of you. It could be a lot of things, if I'm honest about it. But there's a price that, when those final moments are upon us, each one of us will be required to push forward."
"I've paid that price three times, and I'm more than willing to pay whatever toll, whatever tax this match asks of me to make it a fourth time."
"So to all seven of you...some friends, some foes, some nothing more than speed bumps...are you willing? Willing to make that final sacrifice for eternal glory?"
"Because I am."
"And come Unbound, when the match calls out its price, when there's a choice to be made..."
"...I promise you that I will be making the choice that allows me to lift that title over my head and call myself once again a World Champion."
"That's what faces you at Unbound."
"Not just myself, but the knowledge that I am resigned to do whatever I have to do to become the champion."
"At any cost."
"ANY. Cost."
"Do any of you have the courage, the stomach, to do it?"
"I'll be honest, I don't think you do...because come Unbound, the Pretty Little Murder Machine will do what she does best.
"Release The Panic."
Samantha Tolson sits on the bench in a locker room in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She's dressed for battle, one of her trademark "Kiss of Death" t-shirts over her customized singlet, this time in red with white trim as she's in Canada. The camera focuses in on her face, and her eyes are full of fire.
"Queen City Wrestling, my apologies for not being there this evening. As I tape this, I'm sitting in Toronto, readying for two matches in one night here in Canadian Championship Wrestling, and because of those two matches, I am unable to make it down to Charlotte tonight for the festivities. Rest assured, however, that I will be at Unbound, and I will become your very first Queen City Pro Wrestling World Champion."
"Seems kind of cocky to say that, doesn't it? I'll grant you that, but I can also guarantee you that in the coming days leading up to that event, every one of my seven opponents will say the very same thing. Except Sela, maybe, because seemingly all she cares about is making people bleed..."
"...but let me ask all seven of you a question. How far, exactly, are you willing to go to become the World Champion?"
"How many of you know exactly what it means to be a World Champion?"
"Looking out over the field...that's none of you."
"Mind you, I'm not talking about a women's world title here, I'm talking about a full and complete World Champion, taking on all comers regardless of gender?"
"I do."
"I've done it three times."
"But each and every time, there was something that had to be sacrificed in order to climb to the top of the mountain. Something I had to give up in return for the ultimate prize."
"Do you think I'm not willing to pay that price? Do any of you believe that you truly have what it takes to oust me over the top rope, to give up whatever the match requires of you to do just that?"
"Or do you think I fear the sight of my own blood pouring down my body? That it hasn't happened before?"
"No, I look out over the field for this Battle Royal, and what I see in front of me are seven of the very best in the world, without a doubt..."
"...but seven women who haven't yet once been called upon to make that ultimate sacrifice for ultimate glory."
"What will I need to relinquish to hold the title? I don't know. It could be a friendship. It could be the respect of one or more of you. It could be a lot of things, if I'm honest about it. But there's a price that, when those final moments are upon us, each one of us will be required to push forward."
"I've paid that price three times, and I'm more than willing to pay whatever toll, whatever tax this match asks of me to make it a fourth time."
"So to all seven of you...some friends, some foes, some nothing more than speed bumps...are you willing? Willing to make that final sacrifice for eternal glory?"
"Because I am."
"And come Unbound, when the match calls out its price, when there's a choice to be made..."
"...I promise you that I will be making the choice that allows me to lift that title over my head and call myself once again a World Champion."
"That's what faces you at Unbound."
"Not just myself, but the knowledge that I am resigned to do whatever I have to do to become the champion."
"At any cost."
"ANY. Cost."
"Do any of you have the courage, the stomach, to do it?"
"I'll be honest, I don't think you do...because come Unbound, the Pretty Little Murder Machine will do what she does best.
"Release The Panic."