Sam Hamilton vs. Tiami Erickson

As the camera turns on, the Titaness is seen sitting in a chair, albeit it with the piece of furniture backwards. Her gaze is fixed on a TV screen. The camera turns to reveal what's currently playing; Tiami vs. SHIDO's match that took place in Las Vegas. The last few moments, from Tiami being driven through the two tables to the end, are played out completely.

Samantha smirks, shakes her head, and turns, finally seeing she's being recorded. "Geez, Joseph. You are so fucking impatient with that damn thing. Ah well. I do need to get this show on the road, huh?"

Clapping her hands together, the Titaness spins herself around in the chair, now fully facing the camera.

"Hello there, Tiami. You sure you're feeling well enough to even be stepping in the ring again? I wouldn't blame ya if you said no. But I want to make something perfectly clear; if you walk into the ring with me ... there is a good chance you will simply be sent right back to the hospital. And that is the best case scenario for you, my dear. You see, Mr. Stryker did do one huge favor for me in my debut match. And so, I'll give credit when it's due. The most significant thing - he helped me realize is .... well .... "

The Titaness gestures down at herself, looking right into the camera as her hands move from her head all the way down to her toes, and then back up again.

"This 'goody-goody' act I tried to pull off last week? Heh! That was definitely the worst joke I've ever tried to successfully execute. He brought out the worst in me ... and, at the same time, the best. I'm not a fucking Girl Scout or rule enforcer. Nope. I'm a goddamn fighter. But I was too engrossed in trying to make a good impression. And that led to me - unintentionally but still - holding back. Now that I understand what one of my biggest mistakes was, I have no intention of repeating that error."

Her head nods behind her, gesturing to the now blank TV screen.

"That alone showed me quite a few things about you, Tiami. You're not as much of a badass as you claim to be. Lest I'm mistaken, you've been on a bad streak for several weeks now. Am I wrong? SHIDO wasn't the only one who beat you. While you technically beat Archer at Hallowed Ground, it was only due to a count-out. Now then, just like I made some promises to Adam, I'm gonna give you that same gesture. So listen up, because I am not repeating myself."

Samantha leans back slightly, taking a few moments to stretch and roll her shoulders. As she straightens herself back up, her right hand raises. Her right index finger shoots up into the air as she begins listing her promises.

"First and foremost, you are not gonna pull any bullshit stunts like you did against Archer. If - and that is a huge-ass if - you win at all, it will not be by count-out. Fuck and no. It will be only by pinfall. There are few of you on the roster that I'm even sorta worried about making me submit. You're most definitely not one of them. Second, regardless of the results, I will break something of yours. Your pride, further wound your losing streak, maybe a joint or two, something. I'll leave it vague on purpose .... just to allow more chances for myself to be able to keep this vow to you."

The Titaness winks, her smirk further spreading over across her face.

"And third ... even if you beat me, that isn't gonna mean shit. If you watch my match again, you will see I was able to get up pretty quickly even after Stryker pinned me. I didn't take any further action not from fear. He just wasn't worth my time, nor a person I had my eyes on even before officially beginning to fight here in Elysium. You, on the other hand, are a very different story. I've wanted to show you what a true badass is. And I intend to deliver that. Come hell or high water, I will prove my point. And if that means fighting even after the match is declared over to do so, you bet your sweet ass that's exactly what I'll do."

The Titaness elicits a long, content sigh. She pauses, staying quiet for a few moments. Whether it's to let her previous messages sink in or double check that she hasn't forgotten anything else or not isn't hinted in her facial expression. The smirk remains, never fading nor faltering.

"Mmmm. Much better. I already feel like a new woman by being able to be my true self. Heh. No wonder heels do better; they don't have to worry about any bullshit codes or 'honor' or whatever the fuck holding them back. Well then ... "

Finally, the Titaness stands up, getting out of the chair and standing to her full height.

"I have preparing to do. You should think long and hard on whether you truly wanna come face me or not. There's no shame in being honest with yourself and me. Just remember all the promises I made you, because I will keep them. I may not be worrying about honor as much as before, but I am still - if absolutely nothing else - a woman of my word. I can't stand fake people, hypocrites, or other bastards like that. Anyway .... "

Samantha pivots on her feet, offering a mock salute to the camera.

"I'll see you soon. Hopefully, anyway. I must confess, I am hoping you'll try going toe-to-toe with me. I need someone much more amusing; Stryker failed to do that with me. He irritated me more than anything. Until next time ... see you in Denver."

The camera fades to black, though not before Samantha is heard chuckling in what could be assumed to be a sadistic tone.

"Jesus fucking Christ ... "

Standing in the middle of a dimly lit stadium is the Titaness. Her head moves from side to side a few times before she finally elicits an exhausted sigh.

"You people are seriously the absolute worst when it comes to insults. At least Adam was more right when he used 'bitch'. But really? You're gonna try to call me a 'bimbo' of all things?"

Samantha chuckles a few times, shrugging and dismissing the thought off.

"Whatever. If you wanna call me anything, at least make sure it's correct in definition and how you use it. I'm anything but a bimbo, dumbass. See, I can do that too. Fuck's sakes. Now then ... that's neither here nor there. What is, however, is your ears seemed to be clogged up. A lot of what you tried to say in your last message was either absolutely stupid or incorrect. Like .... for example."

Raising her right index finger, the Titaness begins her explanation, "I said I wouldn't blame you if you didn't show up. If you re-play and listen near the fucking end, however, I also said that I was wanting and rooting for you to get your goddamn ass in the ring. Trust me; those feelings have not changed. Now I really do, so I can smack sense into you. Or ... just smack you, period. Good fucking riddance do you need it."

Taking a moment to use the ropes and lean against them, Samantha adds a second finger up. "So, that rant about me being in your world? Guess what? It's not just yours. Maybe you've been here longer than me, yes. However, I've also been in an official mach. By default, it's our world - and everyone else who has been in at last one fight."

Her eyes roll as she scoffs. When her gaze goes back to the camera, however, a smirk appears on her face.

"Don't worry though; I intend to earn my first win. And I will make it an unforgettable one, no matter whom its against. Third - last I checked, we're both in America, yeah? I'll say and do what I want, when I want, and how I want. If I had to label myself as anything, it's definitely not a spoiled princess. Just a really determined fighter that has their own agenda. With how stupid a lot of that retort sounded, I have half a mind not to answer any of those questions. Luckily ... I'm feeling just a bit generous. So, you wanna know how far I'll go? I technically gave part of that answer - something I said in my first promo - away. Buuuut since you weren't paying attention, I can repeat and add more at the same time."

Pointing to all of the corners - effectively making a square - the Titaness glares back towards the camera after completing the gesture. "The moment you step foot inside, I will come at you with everything I've got. You're not the only one who craves violence. So do I; it's why I've trained for most of my life to make being a fighter my everything; my life, my job, my present, my future. So yeah, my first match didn't go as even I wanted; however that's the difference between me and anyone else who may have recently come into this industry. Do you see me quitting? Fuck no. Why not? Simple, really."

Moving to the center of the ring, the Titaness points at herself.

"Because I have wanted this. Any and everything, from wins to experience and everything in between. So what do I intend to do? Any and everything. The moment you cry out and reveal an old wound of yours is acting up again, I will use that against you. I will continue abusing that area, as much as I can. Without remorse and hesitation too. I will keep fighting, even if you make me bleed first. I will return the favor. And, here's the part I already relayed once."

Taking a moment to lay down in the center of the ring, as if an imaginary person were pinning her, Samantha quickly sat up. "I will do exactly what I did with Adam; get up. Unlike my fight with Mr. Stryker, however, I won't just sit up. I will get to my feet and I will gladly beat the shit out of you. Even if the bell tries to say our match is over, nope. I'm not gonna stop that easily. I will beat you over, and over, and over again. Regardless of who does earn the win, the fight won't end until I say so. So unless your lover boy or security actually stops me, that isn't gonna happen anytime soon. Don't believe me?"

The Titaness shrugs, walking over to one end of the ring, "Fine. Talk is cheap, as the old saying goes. So I'll just prove how much louder actions can speak over words when we meet in the ring. There will be blood. Likely both of ours, but I intend to make you bleed. I will make your life a living, painful, hell."

Samantha begins to leave, stopping as one last thought comes to her mind.

"Also - you spoke of me getting my facts straight, hmm? Fine. But you all need to do that also. After all, none of you have seen everything I'm truly capable of. So don't fucking talk like you've known me - or what I can do - for years. No one in Elysium knows the real me. But soon, all on the roster will get a much better idea. I promise, at this next PPV, you - Tiami - will definitely better see and understand that I was chosen because I do have what it takes. I wasn't merely selected to be another pretty face or some shit. Fuck no. There's far more to me than what meets the eye."

Samantha pivots on her heels and exits the stadium. Soon after she leaves, the dimmed lights turn completely off.