Post by raYne on May 3, 2014 23:01:51 GMT -5
+ ~ Saturday. May 3rd, 2014 ~ +
A day till showtime. She sat upon a bench, curling a weight against her shoulder, some fifty odd pounds. Sweat dripped down her body, a bod carved with muscle, from top to bottom. She had already went for a good 100 curls, but she showed no sign of stopping. Not any time soon, at least...
"Crystal... I like the cut ah yer jib ya know that?"
snOw spoke without turning her attention away from her work.
"Crys, you wanna know WHY I like you? Cuz I can tell...you came tah play. You came to put in work, ain't that right? Ain't it the truth, you ain't like those other gals I ran over like a mack truck meetin' a clown car, are ya? Naw..."
Slowly, snOw set the weight down upon the floor. She cracked her knuckles, before glaring into the camera.
"Ya ain't Fiona Williams. Ya ain't Cindy Warren. And ya damned sure ain't Danica Jones.
"...cuz when I lookit you? Yeah, I don't see plastic. I don't see fake tits, fake hair, fake nails. But what I ALSO don't see?
"Is a passion fer this here business."
snOw stood up, flexing a bit, as she cracked her neck to the side. She then glared directly into the camera's lens, as if she was staring down prey. Just looking for the perfect time to pounce.
"See...Danica Jones? She grew UP in this industry, didja know that? Didja know that this business runs in that woman's BLOOD?
"Naw, she ain't no Joanie Laurer. But she also ain't no fly-by-night come tah make a name fer themselves so's they can go ontah 'bigger an' better things'.
"Bitch... for me? For Danica? For VIOLET? This right here? This industry, THIS game we call professional wrestlin'? THIS... is our 'bigger an' better thing'. We dream as a child tah break intah a male dominated sport. We PRAY every dat dam night just for a SHOT, tah perform in front of a group ah people like all our childhood heroes.
"You wanna call me fat? You KNOW how many times that tired ol' phrase has been slung my way? For all yer talk, bitch, you need tah come up with some fresh material.
"You call this right here," snOw holds an arm high to the camera's lens, showing off her 'gun'. "Y'all call this right'chere 'fat'? Naw, hun, that ain't 'fat'. This here? This is somethin' y'all ain't quite familiar with. This here's called a PHYSIQUE. One that's a lil less intah manicures and tea cup poodles and a bit more adapt at kickin' ass & takin' names."
snOw smiles, a smug, confident grin. She then grabs a bottle of water, and wraps a towel around her neck. She takes a swig, before looking back into the camera.
"You talk about how I need tah pay closer attention to YOUR body. Your b-cups, your toothpick of a 'bod'. Babe, thing is, you can be a barbie doll. Or ya can be a twig. Either way? Ya don't impress me, and ya don't belong in the same ring as a woman like me. Y'all might be wonderin', 'what kinda woman are ya'? Well I damned sure ain't no 'it'. Lemme list you off a couple names right now, lemme know if any ring a bell.
"Bull Nakano. Alundra Blayze. Tori, Asya, Jaqueline, Jazz, Victoria. Sara Del Ray. Beth FUCKIN' Phoenix. Did any ah them women look like you? No. Did each an' every one of 'em go down in history as a REAL WOMAN? You know, a WRESTLER. Not a 'diva', cuz gawd FORBID a gal in a WRESTLING RING actually pack a lil bit ah muscle, know what I mean?"
snOw takes another swig from the water bottle, every second her intensity burning hotter and hotter. She eyes the camera, with a look to kill, locked square on its target.
"Crys... d'ya know how many gat DAM times people have regurgitated that same ol' tired line? 'Is she REALLY a she'? Well, hmm, I dunno, lemme check."
snOw then quickly pulled at the waistband of her sweatpants, before nodding her head assuredly. She then glanced up at the camera, and beat the palms of her hands against her ample chest. She winked in the camera's direction.
"...Shoot, lookit that. YUP, I AM a woman. Ah hunderd percent, grade-A, all-natural!! What I AIN'T? IS interested in some prissy, sass-mouthed lil ingrate, sawed-off twig of a woman who'd be better suited at walkin' down a catwalk than she would walkin' that aisle. Crys... ya wanna know the MAIN reason I ain't interested in you?"
Suddenly, another gal stepped onto the scene, carrying a blade in her left hand.
She stared the camera down, as snOw stared HER down, liking every last bit of what she saw. She smirked to herself, before aiming the shit-eating grin toward the camera, eyes set on the lens.
"Crystal... yer damn right I want a piece ah you. Cuz after I drop you on yer neck, after I pound your pretty lil face intah the mat, and after I bulldoze you quicker than Kandi Washin'ton can hear the words 'future endeavored'?"
snOw then wrapped an arm around her gal. "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken. Sarah grinned, from ear to ear.
"I'm gonna spend the rest ah the night hittin' another kinda work-out, if ya know what I mean. Oh, and by the way? I ain't no gat dam bi-seck-shull. I ain't my cousin raYne. I don't swing both ways. I swing ONE. And I hit that sumbitch out the park, every, single, time."
Martha slightly smirked at this last line, before resting her head on snOw's shoulder.
"I don't go fer yer kind, Crys. I go fer a REAL woman. One that can kick as much ass inside the squared-circle as any many walkin' God's green earth. And this gal right here? Well..."
snOw gazed into Martha's eyes, planting a kiss directly on her lips. Before turning back to the camera.
"Hell... after I get done with ya?
I'mma toss her the scraps.
"BAM, BITCH!!"
snOw chuckled lightly to herself, before the two gals headed out through the front door of the gym. Heading toward a date with destiny.
'Is That All You Got?
I'll Take Your Best Shot.'
--here comes the--
#BAM