Post by Naughty Girls on Nov 21, 2015 0:43:37 GMT -5
A brightly decorated bedroom of whites over a pink painted wall adorn our screens as we come inside of Katie's bedroom. A white wood vanity mirror set up in the corner alongside the golden framed double bed with the thick looking pink comforter. Above the bed, tacked up to the wall, is a crinkled poster of a blond haired cheerleader that has certainly seen its fair share of moves. The remainder of the bedroom, for the time being, remains a little illusive as Katie is this scene's primary focus as she lies over the comforter on her belly with her feet kicked in the air while smiling toward her stationed camera.
Katie: Hi. This is clearly a response to the Gallagher twins. I know, right off the bat,
Katie laughs slapping her hand against the bed giving sight to the only bit of bonadge within this room thus far; her leather collar.
Katie: Two funnies right there! But anyway, it's true. Right off the bat Gallagher is the reference everyone had to be thinking. It's just...watermelons? You two couldn't be fresh? You couldn't do like gourds or pumpkins in the spirit of the season?
After letting the question linger on for a bit, Katie just waves it off.
Katie: Whatever. I'm sure I'm the only person who ever really cared even to comment about it. In fact, the only reason I am is because I have to. It's things like your watermelon smashing that never gets recognition outside of your own matches. That's why you two need to keep making these demonstrations of your ruthlessness, your...uncaring ability toward your opponents because certainly no one else could be bothered into talking about it.
She adds with an honest shrug.
Katie: And I know you're trying to worry us with past transgressions. Choking your opponents, nearly walking away with an eye, just bloodying up others, and you're actually wondering why you're stuck welcoming a dominatrix and her...ahem, “gimp”.
Seems that's struck a bit of a nerve with Katie as she stares annoyingly toward the camera for a few moments. Eventually, it subsides although not by much.
Katie: The truth is, the two of you are stuck in your own personal delusions about how marketable you are. Yes, we can safely say that the whole reason the two of you are basically carpet rollers...is business. The two of you represent the very world that this company wants to avoid highlighting. The two of you come out saying you're going to break rules and purposely lose...then wonder why you're on the opening welcoming newcomers with such a silly name, as you pointed out. It's because the two of you can be kept here on a short leash and all you'll do is bitch and moan and fight your matches according to your standards and say that you're in charge of your own destinies. That it's only a matter of time until you start ranking upwards with losses.
Having just put it that way, Katie can't help but laugh.
Katie: Ladies, ladies...wrestling doesn't work that way. You can't just fail upward as you would in say Hollywood. If you want to give us the win then that's fine. If you're going to try and convince us now that security won't be waiting... I don't mean to say we're cowardly, but you've certainly painted up the request for us to have a tighter force around the ring. Because disembodiment, unnecessary blood splatters around the ring, death...those are kind of things that LAW probably doesn't want to have to deal with the next day. Just saying.
Another shrug from the young submissive.
Katie: So...now that I know I have your firm and undivided attention, it seems you don't know who we are. Where your fights last just from bell to bell, ours extends far beyond the final bell. In this promo alone I'm certain to have convinced several members of this roster that the two of you are a joke even on your best day. A laughable parody of what we all do. Little girls who fail to firmly grasp hold of the fact that you are little children with sticks barking at passer bys and calling every flinch a victory. Little girls who are so afraid of real competition that they've settled a nice little niche for themselves down at the bottom of the roster. So low that those in the main events can't even be surprised because they still don't even know you're here.
Katie shifts her hips a little over the bedspread because I need a text break. Plus she's been lying like that for a while now, she needs to move at some point.
Katie: But go ahead and tell me that you're both happy with that. Happy that your greatest achievements have been knocking things around with added force such as baseball bats. I'm sorry that we're not scared of the two of you, but you have to admit that even your threats toward us needed outside assistance. I mean what's even the point of trying to scare your opponent like that these days? If this has thus far been the best the two of you have to offer, I would hate to see what you have in store for us come match time. If you go for the throats after the bell...I'm going to punch you in the face before.
Once more we get a shrug and added smirk this time.
Katie: The two of you have this unfortunate definition of just who we are. Didn't you hear my Mistress? Championships are our reason for being here. You think we're just going to gamble that away especially after you've told us your strategy? Bell sounds, come out hard and fast. Boom. So in the interest of fairness, I figure it's best to tell you mine. Punch you in the face. Now you're gonna attack us during our entrance, right? We can keep rolling right on back until we're just hunting for one another in the streets before the event even gets underway. Fans are suddenly excited for the two of you! But you don't care and it doesn't matter. Fact is, it's not just the fans who take notice. It's outside individuals who look at this and say “Damn, unlike those other bitches these two are legit. These two are actually fighting their opponents in the street. That's where I need to be!” I just created your own market.
Katie is up to her knees clapping her hands.
Katie: So just like that, a slave has not only dismantled your partnership in the eyes of this industry, but given you the tools to expand it. To give you what you want and engross you with desire. Passion. Purpose. Everything a healthy fighter needs. And I hope you accept this ticket out of this fledgling career the two of you have right now.
With a playful smirk etched across her face, Katie rests her backside down to her heels and slowly crosses her arms over her chest.
Katie: Because it's going to feel so good tearing it all away from you this weekend.
The smile lingers but the scene fades away.
Katie: Hi. This is clearly a response to the Gallagher twins. I know, right off the bat,
Katie laughs slapping her hand against the bed giving sight to the only bit of bonadge within this room thus far; her leather collar.
Katie: Two funnies right there! But anyway, it's true. Right off the bat Gallagher is the reference everyone had to be thinking. It's just...watermelons? You two couldn't be fresh? You couldn't do like gourds or pumpkins in the spirit of the season?
After letting the question linger on for a bit, Katie just waves it off.
Katie: Whatever. I'm sure I'm the only person who ever really cared even to comment about it. In fact, the only reason I am is because I have to. It's things like your watermelon smashing that never gets recognition outside of your own matches. That's why you two need to keep making these demonstrations of your ruthlessness, your...uncaring ability toward your opponents because certainly no one else could be bothered into talking about it.
She adds with an honest shrug.
Katie: And I know you're trying to worry us with past transgressions. Choking your opponents, nearly walking away with an eye, just bloodying up others, and you're actually wondering why you're stuck welcoming a dominatrix and her...ahem, “gimp”.
Seems that's struck a bit of a nerve with Katie as she stares annoyingly toward the camera for a few moments. Eventually, it subsides although not by much.
Katie: The truth is, the two of you are stuck in your own personal delusions about how marketable you are. Yes, we can safely say that the whole reason the two of you are basically carpet rollers...is business. The two of you represent the very world that this company wants to avoid highlighting. The two of you come out saying you're going to break rules and purposely lose...then wonder why you're on the opening welcoming newcomers with such a silly name, as you pointed out. It's because the two of you can be kept here on a short leash and all you'll do is bitch and moan and fight your matches according to your standards and say that you're in charge of your own destinies. That it's only a matter of time until you start ranking upwards with losses.
Having just put it that way, Katie can't help but laugh.
Katie: Ladies, ladies...wrestling doesn't work that way. You can't just fail upward as you would in say Hollywood. If you want to give us the win then that's fine. If you're going to try and convince us now that security won't be waiting... I don't mean to say we're cowardly, but you've certainly painted up the request for us to have a tighter force around the ring. Because disembodiment, unnecessary blood splatters around the ring, death...those are kind of things that LAW probably doesn't want to have to deal with the next day. Just saying.
Another shrug from the young submissive.
Katie: So...now that I know I have your firm and undivided attention, it seems you don't know who we are. Where your fights last just from bell to bell, ours extends far beyond the final bell. In this promo alone I'm certain to have convinced several members of this roster that the two of you are a joke even on your best day. A laughable parody of what we all do. Little girls who fail to firmly grasp hold of the fact that you are little children with sticks barking at passer bys and calling every flinch a victory. Little girls who are so afraid of real competition that they've settled a nice little niche for themselves down at the bottom of the roster. So low that those in the main events can't even be surprised because they still don't even know you're here.
Katie shifts her hips a little over the bedspread because I need a text break. Plus she's been lying like that for a while now, she needs to move at some point.
Katie: But go ahead and tell me that you're both happy with that. Happy that your greatest achievements have been knocking things around with added force such as baseball bats. I'm sorry that we're not scared of the two of you, but you have to admit that even your threats toward us needed outside assistance. I mean what's even the point of trying to scare your opponent like that these days? If this has thus far been the best the two of you have to offer, I would hate to see what you have in store for us come match time. If you go for the throats after the bell...I'm going to punch you in the face before.
Once more we get a shrug and added smirk this time.
Katie: The two of you have this unfortunate definition of just who we are. Didn't you hear my Mistress? Championships are our reason for being here. You think we're just going to gamble that away especially after you've told us your strategy? Bell sounds, come out hard and fast. Boom. So in the interest of fairness, I figure it's best to tell you mine. Punch you in the face. Now you're gonna attack us during our entrance, right? We can keep rolling right on back until we're just hunting for one another in the streets before the event even gets underway. Fans are suddenly excited for the two of you! But you don't care and it doesn't matter. Fact is, it's not just the fans who take notice. It's outside individuals who look at this and say “Damn, unlike those other bitches these two are legit. These two are actually fighting their opponents in the street. That's where I need to be!” I just created your own market.
Katie is up to her knees clapping her hands.
Katie: So just like that, a slave has not only dismantled your partnership in the eyes of this industry, but given you the tools to expand it. To give you what you want and engross you with desire. Passion. Purpose. Everything a healthy fighter needs. And I hope you accept this ticket out of this fledgling career the two of you have right now.
With a playful smirk etched across her face, Katie rests her backside down to her heels and slowly crosses her arms over her chest.
Katie: Because it's going to feel so good tearing it all away from you this weekend.
The smile lingers but the scene fades away.