Gimme a Y!... did you book me against Porn Star Barbie?
Feb 24, 2018 14:20:11 GMT -5
Gravedigger, Torture, and 2 more like this
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2018 14:20:11 GMT -5
A small private gym in an apartment building is where we find our heroine this week. A change of venue for her, as she has typically created full stage productions to promote her regenerations. Eavan is running on a treadmill, in grey athletic gear; the back of her top dark with wet, her hair in a ponytail, ear buds blasting what sounds like Metallica’s ‘Frantic’, a typical workout song for her. When she is done her run, she steps off, wipes down the machine, drinks some water, squirts some on her head and towels off, places the towel across her neck and looks straight into the camera.
“Some will ask why I am still in the hunt for the Television Title when I am 0-3 thus far in Action Wrestling. If you look at my losses for what they are, I lost to a future champion, and the TV Champ, and last week, I wasn’t even the one who was pinned. On two occasions, I was one move away from becoming that champion. Rossi, you and I will clash again soon, this time in a one-on-one setting. No more open opportunities to sneak through to get one over on me. It will simply be you… and me. And that championship, will be mine. This week, though, isn’t about you.
No, this week is all about a prima donna who’s had everything given to her in life, and done nothing to earn a thing.
Brittany Britney. I can go with the easy jokes, and probably should, because anything harder than easy would go over your head like the good man’s hand when he has a fistful of your hair and forces you on your knees. Don’t feel bad, Barbie Doll, I hear that’s how EVERYONE gets Homecoming Queen. See, I wasn’t one of the girly girls in high school. I was the one in the gym training with the guys, winning medals at track meets, and getting my hands dirty on weekends throwing bodies around in the ring in our backyard. See, while you were trying to be a trophy, I was winning them.
And you want to step in the ring, and get in the way of what is mine?
Look around this gym. You say you’re a fitness model, so I’m SURE you’ve seen a few of these in your day. Doubtful you ever broke a sweat in one. I can see you taking the little weights and trying so… hard… to look like you’re working out, getting all the boys’ attention. Meanwhile, I’m throwing 250 on the lift and I’m squatting and lifting, toning up, building size, so that barbie girls like you can get their limbs ripped off, their heads popped off, and discarded in the dumpster.
I have always despised girls like you, and it’s not jealousy.
You make a conscious effort to do as little for yourself as possible. You cry, you whine, you throw pouty little guilt trips and prey on the weak to give you what you want. Didn’t work for you last week, such as hell isn’t going to work for you this week either. I know watching this will hurt your head, I did try and dumb it down for you but I did use a few big words like ‘opportunities’ and ‘championships’ and ‘gym’. So, I came up with something that I KNOW you will understand. Give me a minute, just going to pause this for a second.”
We see Eavan walk to the camera, and an instant later, her back in front of the camera in a cheerleader outfit, her face made up, her hair in pigtails, and a set of pom-poms.
“Alright, Britt, try and follow along if you can. This should be really easy for you, and if it isn’t, just keep rewinding this part and keep practicing. You’re going to look so cute out there doing this cheer, the fans will go crazy. Alright, hands at the hips, legs spread apart. Um, not that far apart, Britt, this isn’t post-game. Focus. Okay, ready?
GIMME A Y!
GIMME A O!
GIMME A U!
GIMME A S!
GIMME A U!
GIMME A C!
GIMME A K!
WHAT DOES THAT SPELL?”
Eavan throws the pom-poms aside in frustration.
“Dammit, I went too far. I should NOT have asked you what it spelled, as I saw you glaze over in confusion again. It spells ‘You. Suck.’ No… no. It wasn’t an order, get off your knees. You don’t deserve to be in this company, this industry. Go back to wherever you came from, or hell, with your talents, you can always make a go of it over at UOW.
Fact is, Brittany, at Clash, I will destroy you, become #1 contender for the Television Title, and finally put the Ghost to rest. As for you? Choke on it.
THAT… was an order.”
“Some will ask why I am still in the hunt for the Television Title when I am 0-3 thus far in Action Wrestling. If you look at my losses for what they are, I lost to a future champion, and the TV Champ, and last week, I wasn’t even the one who was pinned. On two occasions, I was one move away from becoming that champion. Rossi, you and I will clash again soon, this time in a one-on-one setting. No more open opportunities to sneak through to get one over on me. It will simply be you… and me. And that championship, will be mine. This week, though, isn’t about you.
No, this week is all about a prima donna who’s had everything given to her in life, and done nothing to earn a thing.
Brittany Britney. I can go with the easy jokes, and probably should, because anything harder than easy would go over your head like the good man’s hand when he has a fistful of your hair and forces you on your knees. Don’t feel bad, Barbie Doll, I hear that’s how EVERYONE gets Homecoming Queen. See, I wasn’t one of the girly girls in high school. I was the one in the gym training with the guys, winning medals at track meets, and getting my hands dirty on weekends throwing bodies around in the ring in our backyard. See, while you were trying to be a trophy, I was winning them.
And you want to step in the ring, and get in the way of what is mine?
Look around this gym. You say you’re a fitness model, so I’m SURE you’ve seen a few of these in your day. Doubtful you ever broke a sweat in one. I can see you taking the little weights and trying so… hard… to look like you’re working out, getting all the boys’ attention. Meanwhile, I’m throwing 250 on the lift and I’m squatting and lifting, toning up, building size, so that barbie girls like you can get their limbs ripped off, their heads popped off, and discarded in the dumpster.
I have always despised girls like you, and it’s not jealousy.
You make a conscious effort to do as little for yourself as possible. You cry, you whine, you throw pouty little guilt trips and prey on the weak to give you what you want. Didn’t work for you last week, such as hell isn’t going to work for you this week either. I know watching this will hurt your head, I did try and dumb it down for you but I did use a few big words like ‘opportunities’ and ‘championships’ and ‘gym’. So, I came up with something that I KNOW you will understand. Give me a minute, just going to pause this for a second.”
We see Eavan walk to the camera, and an instant later, her back in front of the camera in a cheerleader outfit, her face made up, her hair in pigtails, and a set of pom-poms.
“Alright, Britt, try and follow along if you can. This should be really easy for you, and if it isn’t, just keep rewinding this part and keep practicing. You’re going to look so cute out there doing this cheer, the fans will go crazy. Alright, hands at the hips, legs spread apart. Um, not that far apart, Britt, this isn’t post-game. Focus. Okay, ready?
GIMME A Y!
GIMME A O!
GIMME A U!
GIMME A S!
GIMME A U!
GIMME A C!
GIMME A K!
WHAT DOES THAT SPELL?”
Eavan throws the pom-poms aside in frustration.
“Dammit, I went too far. I should NOT have asked you what it spelled, as I saw you glaze over in confusion again. It spells ‘You. Suck.’ No… no. It wasn’t an order, get off your knees. You don’t deserve to be in this company, this industry. Go back to wherever you came from, or hell, with your talents, you can always make a go of it over at UOW.
Fact is, Brittany, at Clash, I will destroy you, become #1 contender for the Television Title, and finally put the Ghost to rest. As for you? Choke on it.
THAT… was an order.”