Post by Tatiana on Nov 21, 2021 10:09:27 GMT -5
“Psycho Vindel?”
Tatiana gives a little chuckle followed by a rather obligatory eye roll as she settles her back up against a red brick wall. There was so much to unpack about this man. From his (likely) drug-fueled ranting to his obtuse persona, she could tell that he wasn’t playing with a full deck… Seriously, if you have to tell everyone that you’re crazy, then it’s probably a gimmick. And if you brag about being a badass, you’re probably a poser... But at last, she was here for an opportunity at the Television Title
“I’ll give you credit for being on point about one thing… You and I are certainly not alike. In fact we couldn’t be more different if we tried. On one hand, we have you. A man who is clearly lost in his grandiose delusions of hardship. If suffrage has brought you to the shrine of combat sports, then it’s I who’ll force you to kneel at that shrine and beg for parity.”
It was easy to run your mouth on a pre-taped vignette.
Hell, you might even convince some that you’re actually crazy
But make no bones about it. This wasn’t a game, and Vindel will reap what he’s sown
“I’m not like you, nor do I ever wish to be. You wallow in a cesspool of your own pity, trying desperately to bring others down to your level as opposed to rising up to meet them at theirs. For you, it’s a lazy decent into a cozy state of despotism where you can thrive and feel comfortable”
“For starters… You talk about age and experience as if it’s some degradation. You babble on about being hardened by time behind bars and make thinly veiled threats of homicide in an effort to psyche me out… Yet all it does is prove what I already know. That you’re a weak, shallow man without any real merits aside from some scumbag prelude you bring to every event you’re booked for. You think you’re special, and I get that homie.”
She huffs
“But to me… You’re just another lazy bastard who can’t be bothered enough to take the time to learn something. So you stick with the mud show garbage to make up for your lack of tactical ability”
She shrugs. TJ wasn’t really much for the sort of delusions that this guy was trying to pedal upon the fans of ACTION WRESTLING. She didn’t feel the need to make pretense and to mix vulgarities into one's banter in some perverse attempt to sullen her opponent’s reputation.
“I’m here to make money, entertain the fans of this great federation. I’m here to put on a clinic every time I’m in the ring. I’m here to WIN. And that’s the only thing I’m interested in. As far as I’m concerned, you’re nothing more than an obstacle standing in my way of the TV title… And TRUST me when I say that I’m pretty damn good at clearing obstacles”
She’s faced his type before… And though not a fan of these hardcore bloodbath wrestlers, she certainly knows how to beat them in the ring. Besides, this was a standard regulation match… And as such, he’ll have to beat her at her own game, rather than her having to survive some hardcore stipulation vs an obviously dull-witted man.
“You say you give eulogies, and yet the only funeral you and I are about to attend is the one given at the demise of your so-called wrestling career. Unlike you, I don’t need a gun in order to inflict grievous bodily harm upon an opponent. No-no… I have my razor sharp mind and finely-tuned accolades to do that for me”
She could physically disable this man inside of a few minutes if he were to try and go outside the legalities everyone is obligated to follow, even in a combat sport such as pro-wrestling.
This notion was reassuring to her, especially in lieu of his violent threats.
“I’ve seen your type a thousand times over. You’re a dime-a-dozen loser trying to impress his buddies back home in the trailer park. Well, poser…. Let me be the first to warn you.”
She steps away from the red brick façade she was leaning on, making eye contact with the camera as it pans in close as if she were talking directly to him.
“If you try something stupid, reckless, or dangerous…. I’ll make you pay... If you attempt to supersede the rules of the match… I’ll make you pay… And if you attempt to use a weapon or foreign object once you realize I’m too much for you to handle… I’ll make you pay”
This was no joke… She was here for a match, not a fight… But if he insisted on making this nasty, she’d be more than happy to shoot on him…
And if necessary, she’d be willing to hurt him in order to protect herself from his delusional perceptions of combat.
“Furthermore... The only reason people think they’re better than you is because you allow yourself to wallow in the sludge with the rest of the scumbags. For me, you’re just an opponent and this is just a match. So long as you play ball, then you won’t have to go home and explain to your friends why some 40 year old woman beat your ass all over the Carolinas.”
TJ smiles softly and gives a wink to the camera
“But hey… Good luck out there. You’ll need it…”
Tatiana gives a little chuckle followed by a rather obligatory eye roll as she settles her back up against a red brick wall. There was so much to unpack about this man. From his (likely) drug-fueled ranting to his obtuse persona, she could tell that he wasn’t playing with a full deck… Seriously, if you have to tell everyone that you’re crazy, then it’s probably a gimmick. And if you brag about being a badass, you’re probably a poser... But at last, she was here for an opportunity at the Television Title
NOT to compete in some juvenile fantasy about being a thug, or a hardman.
“I’ll give you credit for being on point about one thing… You and I are certainly not alike. In fact we couldn’t be more different if we tried. On one hand, we have you. A man who is clearly lost in his grandiose delusions of hardship. If suffrage has brought you to the shrine of combat sports, then it’s I who’ll force you to kneel at that shrine and beg for parity.”
It was easy to run your mouth on a pre-taped vignette.
Hell, you might even convince some that you’re actually crazy
But make no bones about it. This wasn’t a game, and Vindel will reap what he’s sown
“I’m not like you, nor do I ever wish to be. You wallow in a cesspool of your own pity, trying desperately to bring others down to your level as opposed to rising up to meet them at theirs. For you, it’s a lazy decent into a cozy state of despotism where you can thrive and feel comfortable”
But no despot has ever had the last laugh.
For they will always prove to be their own undoing.
“For starters… You talk about age and experience as if it’s some degradation. You babble on about being hardened by time behind bars and make thinly veiled threats of homicide in an effort to psyche me out… Yet all it does is prove what I already know. That you’re a weak, shallow man without any real merits aside from some scumbag prelude you bring to every event you’re booked for. You think you’re special, and I get that homie.”
She huffs
“But to me… You’re just another lazy bastard who can’t be bothered enough to take the time to learn something. So you stick with the mud show garbage to make up for your lack of tactical ability”
She shrugs. TJ wasn’t really much for the sort of delusions that this guy was trying to pedal upon the fans of ACTION WRESTLING. She didn’t feel the need to make pretense and to mix vulgarities into one's banter in some perverse attempt to sullen her opponent’s reputation.
ALSO:
She wasn’t playing the ageism card, or talking about her opponent’s womb
Speaking of which… Wut?
“I’m here to make money, entertain the fans of this great federation. I’m here to put on a clinic every time I’m in the ring. I’m here to WIN. And that’s the only thing I’m interested in. As far as I’m concerned, you’re nothing more than an obstacle standing in my way of the TV title… And TRUST me when I say that I’m pretty damn good at clearing obstacles”
She’s faced his type before… And though not a fan of these hardcore bloodbath wrestlers, she certainly knows how to beat them in the ring. Besides, this was a standard regulation match… And as such, he’ll have to beat her at her own game, rather than her having to survive some hardcore stipulation vs an obviously dull-witted man.
“You say you give eulogies, and yet the only funeral you and I are about to attend is the one given at the demise of your so-called wrestling career. Unlike you, I don’t need a gun in order to inflict grievous bodily harm upon an opponent. No-no… I have my razor sharp mind and finely-tuned accolades to do that for me”
She could physically disable this man inside of a few minutes if he were to try and go outside the legalities everyone is obligated to follow, even in a combat sport such as pro-wrestling.
This notion was reassuring to her, especially in lieu of his violent threats.
“I’ve seen your type a thousand times over. You’re a dime-a-dozen loser trying to impress his buddies back home in the trailer park. Well, poser…. Let me be the first to warn you.”
She steps away from the red brick façade she was leaning on, making eye contact with the camera as it pans in close as if she were talking directly to him.
“If you try something stupid, reckless, or dangerous…. I’ll make you pay... If you attempt to supersede the rules of the match… I’ll make you pay… And if you attempt to use a weapon or foreign object once you realize I’m too much for you to handle… I’ll make you pay”
This was no joke… She was here for a match, not a fight… But if he insisted on making this nasty, she’d be more than happy to shoot on him…
And if necessary, she’d be willing to hurt him in order to protect herself from his delusional perceptions of combat.
“Furthermore... The only reason people think they’re better than you is because you allow yourself to wallow in the sludge with the rest of the scumbags. For me, you’re just an opponent and this is just a match. So long as you play ball, then you won’t have to go home and explain to your friends why some 40 year old woman beat your ass all over the Carolinas.”
TJ smiles softly and gives a wink to the camera
“But hey… Good luck out there. You’ll need it…”
-FADE TO BLACK-