Post by Performance Center Newbies on Sept 1, 2024 19:28:53 GMT
Nancy Pailson-Carlson stands in a dimly lit ring, the spotlight casting a sharp silhouette as she paces back and forth. The camera zooms in on her face, revealing a determined glare and a slight smirk. She pauses, her voice calm yet filled with a veteran's confidence.
"Itami," Nancy begins, her voice echoing through the empty arena, "I’ve seen a lot of fighters come and go in my time. But you… you think you’re something special, don’t you? The silent assassin, the cold-blooded striker. You move like a shadow, strike like lightning. But here’s the thing, shadows fade, and lightning doesn’t strike twice."
She steps closer to the camera, her intensity building. "I’ve spent years in this ring, fighting battles that left me broken and bruised, but never beaten. You think you’re gonna be the one to send me packing? You think you can take me out and be the one to say they retired Nancy Pailson-Carlson? Dream on."
Nancy’s smirk widens as she looks directly into the camera. "You’ve got the speed, the agility, the hunger of a fighter on the rise. But I’ve got something you can’t match—experience. I’ve outlasted them all because I know how to play the game better than anyone. You might think you can outsmart me, outfight me, but when you step into this ring with me, Itami, you’re not just fighting another opponent. You’re fighting every battle I’ve ever survived, every hardship I’ve ever overcome."
She clenches her fists, the leather of her gloves creaking. "You may be ruthless, but I’m relentless. So bring your best, Itami, because when that bell rings, you’re gonna find out that the old lioness still has claws. And I’ll make damn sure you never forget the name Nancy Pailson-Carlson."
With that, Nancy steps back, her smirk fading into a steely expression as the screen fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.