Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 11:06:08 GMT -5
I started the camera rolling as I sat at a quiet little shaded table on Honolulu Beach. I had already dealt with the mob of fans around the hotel before coming here and was pleasently surprised to find that even a losing effort was appreciated. The Hawaii crowd was always a good crowd and hell, signing a few autographs wasn't a bad thing either despite my taped up right wrist giving me some issues.
I allowed myself a few moments to dwell on what happened the night previous. Kenzi Grey's cocky smile played on my mind as we wrestled. I made no secret that the ring rust was strong with me coming into this match. I had been training, but I was still not at top level. I went for my finish and she slipped right out of it. A couple missteps later and she had me eating canvas with a jumping curb stomp. So after I took a sip of my Mango drink, I began my little speech.
“Melinda Rhodes here, and There's a couple reactions someone in my shoes could have. I could play the bitch card and point fingers, pull some of that passive/aggressive shit you see so many cuntresses out there pull.”
I removed the mirror chrome aviator shades from my pale face to reveal a modest black eye. Not the worst I've had, mind you, but certainly one that stood out enough to need makeup coverage down the line. A little secret as to why I looked so damn good all the time. Makeup hides shit like bruising and even scratches if you use a little putty and foundation.
“I could get all weepy and tear jerk my way through the pain and sense of loss I'm feeling. Again, that's something a lot of competitors, male and female alike, pull in this sport. Not exactly my style as the only time I ever cried after a match was when I got a broken beer bottle stabbed, juked, and twisted until it broke off in my shoulder in several tiny little pieces. That was a special kind of hurt.”
I gently rubbed the scar that my black bikini top strap ran over. Sure the tattoo ink made it nearly unnoticeable, but I could feel it everytime I touched it.
“No, it's not my style to cry and bitch, pointing my fingers and whining about what went down. Fuck that. I'm tougher than that shit.”
Time to eat my crow like a good little girl. I propped both elbows onto the table, revealing more tape on my elbow. Tweaked elbow and wrist, bruised eye, and a couple other small wonders not visible by camera. Not the worst war wounds from a match, but still marks of battle none the less.
“Kenzi Grey came to the ring on fire and ready. I made a mistake, thinking she was only at a certain level and she made me pay for it in a big way. I got cocky and she brought my ass back down to Earth. See the black eye? See the tape? I'm sure I'll be feeling this beating when I make my official debut at Monday Night Brawl for EWC.”
I brushed my raven black hair from my face as the wind kicked up. If it weren't for the wind, I'm sure it'd be even hotter in Hawaii than it already was. The humidity was certainly a killer, as made evident by the small beads of sweat developing on my brow.
“After the match we just had go down, none of you better take that bitch lightly, because she'll bring you a hard as fuck fight. Don't make the mistake I made last night at L.A.W. Sixty-Five.”
I leaned forward in my seat and pointed a finger at the camera, intending for that finger to be pointed at Kenzi herself.
“And Kenzi, You beat me in that ring, straight up. You won the match now don't you dare blow the opportunity presented to you here. Move up that ladder, win this motherfucker, and take this tournament and L.A.W. for everything it's worth. Do not stop here.”
I'll be damned if my loss wasn't going to be meaningful. Someone ought to fucking win this thing, might as well be her, right?
“Last night, you were better than me and perhaps one day, you'll allow me the privilege of evening up the score. For now, however, focus on being everything you've ever mouthed off and said you were. Become the baddest bitch in the building and do not make this one victory become meaningless and hollow.”
I downed the last of my mango drink and rose from my seat.
“Good luck.”
Then I gave a wave, stepped out of frame, and hit a button to cut the feed. At this point, if she doesn't win, it'll be one of the bigger metaphorical slaps I've ever taken in my wrestling career thus far.
I allowed myself a few moments to dwell on what happened the night previous. Kenzi Grey's cocky smile played on my mind as we wrestled. I made no secret that the ring rust was strong with me coming into this match. I had been training, but I was still not at top level. I went for my finish and she slipped right out of it. A couple missteps later and she had me eating canvas with a jumping curb stomp. So after I took a sip of my Mango drink, I began my little speech.
“Melinda Rhodes here, and There's a couple reactions someone in my shoes could have. I could play the bitch card and point fingers, pull some of that passive/aggressive shit you see so many cuntresses out there pull.”
I removed the mirror chrome aviator shades from my pale face to reveal a modest black eye. Not the worst I've had, mind you, but certainly one that stood out enough to need makeup coverage down the line. A little secret as to why I looked so damn good all the time. Makeup hides shit like bruising and even scratches if you use a little putty and foundation.
“I could get all weepy and tear jerk my way through the pain and sense of loss I'm feeling. Again, that's something a lot of competitors, male and female alike, pull in this sport. Not exactly my style as the only time I ever cried after a match was when I got a broken beer bottle stabbed, juked, and twisted until it broke off in my shoulder in several tiny little pieces. That was a special kind of hurt.”
I gently rubbed the scar that my black bikini top strap ran over. Sure the tattoo ink made it nearly unnoticeable, but I could feel it everytime I touched it.
“No, it's not my style to cry and bitch, pointing my fingers and whining about what went down. Fuck that. I'm tougher than that shit.”
Time to eat my crow like a good little girl. I propped both elbows onto the table, revealing more tape on my elbow. Tweaked elbow and wrist, bruised eye, and a couple other small wonders not visible by camera. Not the worst war wounds from a match, but still marks of battle none the less.
“Kenzi Grey came to the ring on fire and ready. I made a mistake, thinking she was only at a certain level and she made me pay for it in a big way. I got cocky and she brought my ass back down to Earth. See the black eye? See the tape? I'm sure I'll be feeling this beating when I make my official debut at Monday Night Brawl for EWC.”
I brushed my raven black hair from my face as the wind kicked up. If it weren't for the wind, I'm sure it'd be even hotter in Hawaii than it already was. The humidity was certainly a killer, as made evident by the small beads of sweat developing on my brow.
“After the match we just had go down, none of you better take that bitch lightly, because she'll bring you a hard as fuck fight. Don't make the mistake I made last night at L.A.W. Sixty-Five.”
I leaned forward in my seat and pointed a finger at the camera, intending for that finger to be pointed at Kenzi herself.
“And Kenzi, You beat me in that ring, straight up. You won the match now don't you dare blow the opportunity presented to you here. Move up that ladder, win this motherfucker, and take this tournament and L.A.W. for everything it's worth. Do not stop here.”
I'll be damned if my loss wasn't going to be meaningful. Someone ought to fucking win this thing, might as well be her, right?
“Last night, you were better than me and perhaps one day, you'll allow me the privilege of evening up the score. For now, however, focus on being everything you've ever mouthed off and said you were. Become the baddest bitch in the building and do not make this one victory become meaningless and hollow.”
I downed the last of my mango drink and rose from my seat.
“Good luck.”
Then I gave a wave, stepped out of frame, and hit a button to cut the feed. At this point, if she doesn't win, it'll be one of the bigger metaphorical slaps I've ever taken in my wrestling career thus far.