Post by Molly Cyrus on Oct 15, 2015 0:34:37 GMT
Before your streamed content is played, a brief thirty second skippable ad is shown featuring Molly Cyrus. new Seishin signee, standing in front of a black and pink backdrop.
"Well, at least your colors are the same here..."
Caught off guard, Molly jolts to reality and turns around to look into the camera and wave.
"OH! Hey. Molly Cyrus here...some of you might remember me."
Faded clips from Molly's past are shown, including her delivering a vicious lariat to a younger Cherry as well as Molly herself being thrown across the ring by a tall, built behemoth of a woman. When we return, Molly looks slightly uncomfortable while gazing off-camera.
"Yikes. I remember that."
She turns to the camera, swallowing hard and adjusting her Donnas T-shirt.
"Some of you remember me for never giving up, no matter how much I should have. Others remember me for never giving up when everybody wished I would..."
Another set of clips is shown; these including a short-haired Molly grinding on one-half of The Pistols during a match, as well as shots of her and a large-breasted Italian looking woman pissing off a crowd royally.
"But either way, I don't give up. I fight until I just physically can't fight anymore. That's how my papa raised me..."
"DAMN RIGHT I DID!"
A grey-haired man in a hoodie and sunglasses briefly appears in the scene. Molly shoves him away with a look of annoyance. An unidentified female off-camera voice adds to her frustration.
"Hey, it's Papa Molly!"
"Grrr...guys? Come on!"
Molly's attention is nowhere near the camera.
"I'm trying to introduce myself to a new audience here!"
Her cheeks are red when she turns back to the camera, the off-camera voice interacting with Papa Molly doing its best to distract her.
"I didn't think you'd be here!"
"My girl's going to Japan and she didn't tell me? I love sushi!"
"Sushi? That's what you're calling it?"
"No, I really do love sushi. I love Asian snatch too, but hey - there's more to life than getting your dipstick oiled, girl..."
Molly huffs, balling her fists.
"AS I WAS SAYING..."
Molly takes a deep breath.
"I can understand why I'm not taken seriously. I really can. But you know something? That's your problem. Not mine."
Molly puts her arms out.
"Because if anybody out there doesn't think I'm as hard to beat as I say I am, all they gotta do is try and prove it! October 19th, in the Korakuen Dome, I'm going to step in the ring with six other ladies and I'm ready to show them what this "twerk queen" can do! Tokyo, We Are Seishin!"
Molly points a finger towards herself, with determination pouring from her eyes.
"And Molly Cyrus is here!"
The ad ends, and your content begins to play.
"Well, at least your colors are the same here..."
Caught off guard, Molly jolts to reality and turns around to look into the camera and wave.
"OH! Hey. Molly Cyrus here...some of you might remember me."
Faded clips from Molly's past are shown, including her delivering a vicious lariat to a younger Cherry as well as Molly herself being thrown across the ring by a tall, built behemoth of a woman. When we return, Molly looks slightly uncomfortable while gazing off-camera.
"Yikes. I remember that."
She turns to the camera, swallowing hard and adjusting her Donnas T-shirt.
"Some of you remember me for never giving up, no matter how much I should have. Others remember me for never giving up when everybody wished I would..."
Another set of clips is shown; these including a short-haired Molly grinding on one-half of The Pistols during a match, as well as shots of her and a large-breasted Italian looking woman pissing off a crowd royally.
"But either way, I don't give up. I fight until I just physically can't fight anymore. That's how my papa raised me..."
"DAMN RIGHT I DID!"
A grey-haired man in a hoodie and sunglasses briefly appears in the scene. Molly shoves him away with a look of annoyance. An unidentified female off-camera voice adds to her frustration.
"Hey, it's Papa Molly!"
"Grrr...guys? Come on!"
Molly's attention is nowhere near the camera.
"I'm trying to introduce myself to a new audience here!"
Her cheeks are red when she turns back to the camera, the off-camera voice interacting with Papa Molly doing its best to distract her.
"I didn't think you'd be here!"
"My girl's going to Japan and she didn't tell me? I love sushi!"
"Sushi? That's what you're calling it?"
"No, I really do love sushi. I love Asian snatch too, but hey - there's more to life than getting your dipstick oiled, girl..."
Molly huffs, balling her fists.
"AS I WAS SAYING..."
Molly takes a deep breath.
"I can understand why I'm not taken seriously. I really can. But you know something? That's your problem. Not mine."
Molly puts her arms out.
"Because if anybody out there doesn't think I'm as hard to beat as I say I am, all they gotta do is try and prove it! October 19th, in the Korakuen Dome, I'm going to step in the ring with six other ladies and I'm ready to show them what this "twerk queen" can do! Tokyo, We Are Seishin!"
Molly points a finger towards herself, with determination pouring from her eyes.
"And Molly Cyrus is here!"
The ad ends, and your content begins to play.
