Post by thedoc on Jul 24, 2014 19:10:07 GMT -5
I don’t know who you think you are, and perhaps Nyako roughly translated means she who has no basis in reality or whatever but the more you talk the more ridiculous you sound. I could see here and point out all of the idiotic and unnecessary comments you made, but honestly who has time for that. I certainly don’t.
So let me hit you with some reality, you come here and talk down the talent of LAW like you are some kind of seasoned veteran, you are mocking our talent and our previous life’s work without any basis or reason. That shows that you have nothing real to offer, you have nothing of value, no true stock. And that in itself doesn’t anger me, it doesn’t make me want to change into a monstrous green creature devoid of human emotions.
It makes me sad.
I mean are you so out of touch with this place that you are going to call me a seasoned veteran? Seasoning is something that goes on fries young lady, not something that you can add to a wrestler whose career is spanning about three months total. That includes, two tag team matches and three singles matches.
So if that makes me a veteran, then holy shit throw some streamers in the air and blow up some balloons I guess it is time for me to start acting all elitist and shit right? I guess I should talk about how my training and life experience have led to me being the greatest wrestler in the world, one that can deal with any situation that comes up, one that can ultimately defy the odds of all people that step into the ring with me.
But it isn’t true Nyako, and for all your bravado and elitism, for all of your talk about how you are going to hurt me and send me to the hospital I ask you, are you trying really hard to sound like a douchebag? Because if you are allow me to slow clap because you are the queen of it, you are the queen of repetitive nonsense, you are the queen of cliché wrestling trash talk.
I am going to kill you, and murder your family and eat your dog’s children right? I am hard, I am tough, and I am some kind of star.
I can do it too, and I know how ridiculous it sounds, so please, hold it back. Hold it in because it is embarrassing here, this isn’t some schoolyard bullshit, this isn’t some stupid little game here where stupid comments are going to grant you an easy victory. I am the number one contender for a reason, and it isn’t because I spend my time regurgitating words that have been said time and time again.
It is because I am honest.
I am passionate.
And I have grit, above all things I have grit.
So I tell you Nyako, leave your recycled garbage home and come to wrestle, because if there is one thing my husband taught me about in the wrestling world, it is momentum and I have all of it right now.
And I don’t intend on letting some ignorant little girl whose best lines are mocking the company she words to stop that momentum.
{Scene opens and the Doc is in the basement of Gib’s house, She is hammering away on a heavy bag, and it is actually moving a bit. The shoulder’s on her slight frame are snapping with violent gesticulation.}
{Heavy footsteps are heard descending the stairs and the monstrous husband of Doc comes down the stairs, by the look of his stagger, he has already began drinking today, and the bulge under his shirt confirms this notion}
Gib: My god girl, you better stop hitting that bag so hard you are going to throw your shoulder out of socket, and that is no good, we have to keep our eyes on that prize baby. Here, let me help you.
{He comes up from behind her and grabs her shoulders, she shakes him off}
Gib: Woah, what is the problem here baby?
Doc: You know, I am sick of this, I am sick of the fact that I am having success and everyone still is writing me off, this is ridiculous I am so sick of the macho chick bullshit. Just be honest, don’t fill me with bullshit, just come to the ring, have some respect and let’s test one another.
Gib: Damn, look this isn’t a big deal, this little silent assassin from asia land is just trying to piss you off.
Doc: Well it worked.
Gib: Well, she is winning then, you have to channel that shit, and then pelvic thrust it out.
{Doc smiles, despite her mood he is always able to make her laugh, that is one of the biggest reasons that she married him}
Gib: Here, try this. I used this technique before every match when someone was pissing me off by saying something incredibly stupid, you know, like when someone says “I am going to hospitalize you and rape your dog.”
Doc: Did someone actually say that?
Gib: You know what I mean.
Doc: She totally said those things to me this week.
Gib: Yeah, she is stupid then, hey I thought she was supposed to be some sort of silent assassin, I used the interweb to look her up and whatnot, she is pretty bad ass, you should not try to let her use any of the Kung Fu Louis bullshit on you, you know, those knife edge chops are tough, not to mention those vicious chops of kara-ra-ra-te.
Doc: Ok, well, she wasn’t silent she spoke about many stupid things, like for example making fun of this federation because I was a psychologist.
Gib: Well, she certainly is original, I mean, please tell me that she didn’t make fun of your name like everyone else did.
Doc: No, she didn’t do that one.
Gib: Good, because then I would have to talk to this Lucas Dupree guy and see why he was hiring one armed retards to wrestle matches here. I mean, there is a circus in every town and he could at least get some carnies with small hands, at least thy squeal maniacally, which would be better than saying “you suck because you are a psychologist and I am going to put you in the hospital.”
Doc: So, this calming exercise.
{Gib crinkles his eyes}
Gib: I think I was just trying to get you to hump me.
{Doc slaps him playfully}
Gib: But seriously, this is the exercise. What you do is you separate your legs, and turn your feet outwards. You raise your hands to the air and then you bring them behind your head.
{By the way, he is totally doing these motions as he is describing them}
Gib: Then you get all that negative energy and you push it down with your hands, this isn’t real it is a metaphor but I think it works. So see how I am pushing my hands down here?
{he is pushing them down}
Gib: Then you scream loudly and just thrust all that energy out of your pelvic region, it is like a money shot of negativity, like an explosion of milky creamy negativity and then it is like…. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
{he forces forth a pelvic thrust that would make the god’s of Olympus blush while screaming as if someone just took a pickaxe to his nether region}
Doc: Oh my God…
{Gib falls to the floor}
Gib: Oh my god is right, I feel so good, all that negativity blasted forth, raining down on those in front of me.
Doc: You have issues.
{She turns and starts to punch the bag again, Gib comes up from behind her this time and puts his hand in her shoulder}
Gib: You need to stop turning your shoulder, you are seriously going to fuck up your rotator cuff.
Doc: Do you have a boner?
Gib: Yes, I do.
{He presses his groin region towards her}
Gib: Eliminating the negative energy allows for ultimate performance, and I am all positive right now girl.
{Doc turns and wraps her arms around her husband, smiling.}
Doc: You know I love you right?
Gib: I would hope so.
{She embraces him as the scene fades}
Perhaps I am taking this all too seriously.
I am a doctor after all. I just really like this place and I like the people here. My stepdaughter is here and she is one of the best of all time so for you to write this place off like we are all insignificant slobs is pretty offensive. But I shouldn’t expect anything more from someone who has such a small amount of self-esteem.
I mean you come off as a tough as nails person, but really it is all an act, an act that I will topple over this weekend because ultimately that is what I am. A person who has made a lifetime of finding an issue that lies deep underneath your surface, and I try to fix them.
So why not turn it around? Why not use this same knowledge base to take someone apart, I mean I am physically fit, I am tough and I am being trained by some of the best wrestlers in the world, wrestlers that have such a massive amount of experience and that have held so many titles that I am bound to pick things up.
And that mixed with my knowledge of the human mind, well, I think that is makes sense that I am doing this. I know that this isn’t going to be a twenty year career choice; I know that this isn’t going to be a flashbang, quick, decisive and then fading away.
Most people wouldn’t embark on a wrestling career at the age of forty, most people wouldn’t try their hand at a new career or marry a man whose body can barely stay together after over thirty years in the wrestling business.
But that is something I did, because I take chances and have no regrets, when it comes down to it who knows, maybe you will beat me and maybe this run is over, maybe this whole thing was a fluke but I don’t think that is the case, I think when it comes down to it that this part of my life was meant to happen, I think this part of my life is necessary for me to write one final chapter in the story of my life.
Because I want those that I love to know how much I care about them. I want my stepchildren two of the very best wrestlers in the world to know that I care about their career, I want my husband to understand that without his love I wouldn’t be what I am.
What do you care about Nyako? What is it that drives you? Talking shit that has been talked time and time again because see, I am fighting for something more than vanity, I am fighting for something more than you can understand because ultimately you are nothing more than a little girl looking for attention.
Congratulations Nyako, you have it. You have my attention, just like Zelda had it, just like Skye and Cystal Hilton had it and now I am keyed in on you, now I am focused and ready and those are things I am unsure you are ready for. Throughout your travels you have wrestled many people, I am sure, but you have never faced someone with the drive and the history that I have.
And that is why you should do this, because you love this business. Not because you mock it, not because you look down upon it.
Because you love it.
And if you don’t.
Get the fuck out, because you aren’t worth OUR time.
So let me hit you with some reality, you come here and talk down the talent of LAW like you are some kind of seasoned veteran, you are mocking our talent and our previous life’s work without any basis or reason. That shows that you have nothing real to offer, you have nothing of value, no true stock. And that in itself doesn’t anger me, it doesn’t make me want to change into a monstrous green creature devoid of human emotions.
It makes me sad.
I mean are you so out of touch with this place that you are going to call me a seasoned veteran? Seasoning is something that goes on fries young lady, not something that you can add to a wrestler whose career is spanning about three months total. That includes, two tag team matches and three singles matches.
So if that makes me a veteran, then holy shit throw some streamers in the air and blow up some balloons I guess it is time for me to start acting all elitist and shit right? I guess I should talk about how my training and life experience have led to me being the greatest wrestler in the world, one that can deal with any situation that comes up, one that can ultimately defy the odds of all people that step into the ring with me.
But it isn’t true Nyako, and for all your bravado and elitism, for all of your talk about how you are going to hurt me and send me to the hospital I ask you, are you trying really hard to sound like a douchebag? Because if you are allow me to slow clap because you are the queen of it, you are the queen of repetitive nonsense, you are the queen of cliché wrestling trash talk.
I am going to kill you, and murder your family and eat your dog’s children right? I am hard, I am tough, and I am some kind of star.
I can do it too, and I know how ridiculous it sounds, so please, hold it back. Hold it in because it is embarrassing here, this isn’t some schoolyard bullshit, this isn’t some stupid little game here where stupid comments are going to grant you an easy victory. I am the number one contender for a reason, and it isn’t because I spend my time regurgitating words that have been said time and time again.
It is because I am honest.
I am passionate.
And I have grit, above all things I have grit.
So I tell you Nyako, leave your recycled garbage home and come to wrestle, because if there is one thing my husband taught me about in the wrestling world, it is momentum and I have all of it right now.
And I don’t intend on letting some ignorant little girl whose best lines are mocking the company she words to stop that momentum.
{Scene opens and the Doc is in the basement of Gib’s house, She is hammering away on a heavy bag, and it is actually moving a bit. The shoulder’s on her slight frame are snapping with violent gesticulation.}
{Heavy footsteps are heard descending the stairs and the monstrous husband of Doc comes down the stairs, by the look of his stagger, he has already began drinking today, and the bulge under his shirt confirms this notion}
Gib: My god girl, you better stop hitting that bag so hard you are going to throw your shoulder out of socket, and that is no good, we have to keep our eyes on that prize baby. Here, let me help you.
{He comes up from behind her and grabs her shoulders, she shakes him off}
Gib: Woah, what is the problem here baby?
Doc: You know, I am sick of this, I am sick of the fact that I am having success and everyone still is writing me off, this is ridiculous I am so sick of the macho chick bullshit. Just be honest, don’t fill me with bullshit, just come to the ring, have some respect and let’s test one another.
Gib: Damn, look this isn’t a big deal, this little silent assassin from asia land is just trying to piss you off.
Doc: Well it worked.
Gib: Well, she is winning then, you have to channel that shit, and then pelvic thrust it out.
{Doc smiles, despite her mood he is always able to make her laugh, that is one of the biggest reasons that she married him}
Gib: Here, try this. I used this technique before every match when someone was pissing me off by saying something incredibly stupid, you know, like when someone says “I am going to hospitalize you and rape your dog.”
Doc: Did someone actually say that?
Gib: You know what I mean.
Doc: She totally said those things to me this week.
Gib: Yeah, she is stupid then, hey I thought she was supposed to be some sort of silent assassin, I used the interweb to look her up and whatnot, she is pretty bad ass, you should not try to let her use any of the Kung Fu Louis bullshit on you, you know, those knife edge chops are tough, not to mention those vicious chops of kara-ra-ra-te.
Doc: Ok, well, she wasn’t silent she spoke about many stupid things, like for example making fun of this federation because I was a psychologist.
Gib: Well, she certainly is original, I mean, please tell me that she didn’t make fun of your name like everyone else did.
Doc: No, she didn’t do that one.
Gib: Good, because then I would have to talk to this Lucas Dupree guy and see why he was hiring one armed retards to wrestle matches here. I mean, there is a circus in every town and he could at least get some carnies with small hands, at least thy squeal maniacally, which would be better than saying “you suck because you are a psychologist and I am going to put you in the hospital.”
Doc: So, this calming exercise.
{Gib crinkles his eyes}
Gib: I think I was just trying to get you to hump me.
{Doc slaps him playfully}
Gib: But seriously, this is the exercise. What you do is you separate your legs, and turn your feet outwards. You raise your hands to the air and then you bring them behind your head.
{By the way, he is totally doing these motions as he is describing them}
Gib: Then you get all that negative energy and you push it down with your hands, this isn’t real it is a metaphor but I think it works. So see how I am pushing my hands down here?
{he is pushing them down}
Gib: Then you scream loudly and just thrust all that energy out of your pelvic region, it is like a money shot of negativity, like an explosion of milky creamy negativity and then it is like…. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
{he forces forth a pelvic thrust that would make the god’s of Olympus blush while screaming as if someone just took a pickaxe to his nether region}
Doc: Oh my God…
{Gib falls to the floor}
Gib: Oh my god is right, I feel so good, all that negativity blasted forth, raining down on those in front of me.
Doc: You have issues.
{She turns and starts to punch the bag again, Gib comes up from behind her this time and puts his hand in her shoulder}
Gib: You need to stop turning your shoulder, you are seriously going to fuck up your rotator cuff.
Doc: Do you have a boner?
Gib: Yes, I do.
{He presses his groin region towards her}
Gib: Eliminating the negative energy allows for ultimate performance, and I am all positive right now girl.
{Doc turns and wraps her arms around her husband, smiling.}
Doc: You know I love you right?
Gib: I would hope so.
{She embraces him as the scene fades}
Perhaps I am taking this all too seriously.
I am a doctor after all. I just really like this place and I like the people here. My stepdaughter is here and she is one of the best of all time so for you to write this place off like we are all insignificant slobs is pretty offensive. But I shouldn’t expect anything more from someone who has such a small amount of self-esteem.
I mean you come off as a tough as nails person, but really it is all an act, an act that I will topple over this weekend because ultimately that is what I am. A person who has made a lifetime of finding an issue that lies deep underneath your surface, and I try to fix them.
So why not turn it around? Why not use this same knowledge base to take someone apart, I mean I am physically fit, I am tough and I am being trained by some of the best wrestlers in the world, wrestlers that have such a massive amount of experience and that have held so many titles that I am bound to pick things up.
And that mixed with my knowledge of the human mind, well, I think that is makes sense that I am doing this. I know that this isn’t going to be a twenty year career choice; I know that this isn’t going to be a flashbang, quick, decisive and then fading away.
Most people wouldn’t embark on a wrestling career at the age of forty, most people wouldn’t try their hand at a new career or marry a man whose body can barely stay together after over thirty years in the wrestling business.
But that is something I did, because I take chances and have no regrets, when it comes down to it who knows, maybe you will beat me and maybe this run is over, maybe this whole thing was a fluke but I don’t think that is the case, I think when it comes down to it that this part of my life was meant to happen, I think this part of my life is necessary for me to write one final chapter in the story of my life.
Because I want those that I love to know how much I care about them. I want my stepchildren two of the very best wrestlers in the world to know that I care about their career, I want my husband to understand that without his love I wouldn’t be what I am.
What do you care about Nyako? What is it that drives you? Talking shit that has been talked time and time again because see, I am fighting for something more than vanity, I am fighting for something more than you can understand because ultimately you are nothing more than a little girl looking for attention.
Congratulations Nyako, you have it. You have my attention, just like Zelda had it, just like Skye and Cystal Hilton had it and now I am keyed in on you, now I am focused and ready and those are things I am unsure you are ready for. Throughout your travels you have wrestled many people, I am sure, but you have never faced someone with the drive and the history that I have.
And that is why you should do this, because you love this business. Not because you mock it, not because you look down upon it.
Because you love it.
And if you don’t.
Get the fuck out, because you aren’t worth OUR time.