Post by thedoc on Jun 14, 2014 21:32:00 GMT -5
Well, that turned out all right.
I mean, I said that Skye was kind of a joke, and I said that she was the weak link but I don’t think I really believed it, I mean, she is one half of the tag champions and let’s be honest, way better in the ring than I am, but something happened, something clicked and well, I left the ring as a winner, and that was great. I mean, certainly it helped build my confidence for sure,
And it seems that my path must continue, I will receive no easy matches because let’s be honest, here, in this place, there are no easy wins. Every woman in this federation, with the exception of myself is a seasoned veteran, someone who has been around the world and made things happen.
And I am entering my fourth match.
Against the rose goddess.
I hate to break it to you Crystal, but I have never been a rosebud, I have always been a lemon, I have never been an optimist and always been a pessimist, blame it on my childhood blame it on my upbringing, do what you want but the fact of the matter is, you and I couldn’t be more different.
You are flashy.
I am basic.
You are known around the world.
I am an untapped commodity.
And please, if you need me to slow down, I am happy to do so, I know that it will take you awhile to rifle through your dictionary to find the words I use, being that you are basically a mindless idiot, so, I can speak really slow, like Cro-Magnon man, so that you are able to truly comprehend everything I am saying.
Because I had this whole thing planned, talking about how impressive your career was, and talking about how amazing your accomplishments are, but then I saw you take a great deal of time to talk about my name. Jesus, is that all the ladies here can talk about? What someone calls themselves? I can’t get over the utter lack of intellect and overabundance of repetitive diatribe that continues to plague this place.
So, focus on my name, focus on those things that aren’t important because that lack of concern over what I do bring to the ring is going to be your downfall, you utter lack of concern over my training and natural athleticism is absolutely offensive, and something that I am not taking lightly.
So continue your talk of penis, and riding, and being on your knees, because your legacy certainly includes your being on the receiving end of all those things, in a massive abundance because you are exactly what you look like, and it isn’t a rose goddess.
It is a doorknob.
Because based on the word that has traveled from locker room to locker room, everyone in the wrestling world has had a turn.
{Scene opens to Gib and the Doc sitting in the middle of a wrestling ring, the Doc looks upset, and Gib is trying to console her}
Gib: Look, Crystal is a good wrestler, and let’s be honest she has more experience, more training and a better chance of winning this match for sure.
{Doc looks over at Gib who is oblivious to the fact that he is kind of being a dick to her}
Doc: Thank that is reassuring.
Gib: I know right? I have always been known for giving excellent pep talks. So here we go, you are the underdog for sure. But you were last week as well, and Crystal let’s be honest she isn’t thinking about this match with you, she is thinking about next week, she is thinking about her next payday. So, we are going to take her out, we are going to hit her where is hurts, but you need a gameplan, so tell me what you are planning on doing.
{The Doc stands up and moves over to the ropes where she leans on the top looking out over the gym area, she is contemplating what she should do. She turns and looks at Gib, light in her eyes.}
Doc: What if I work over her leg; or her neck? I can really focus on a body part and then lock in one of those submission moves that Xander has been showing me. The crowd will get behind me, because, well, I am your wife and Crystal is kind of a bitch to everyone. Then the crowd will be pumping their fists and getting excited. I will lock in a figure four and she will have to tap, because the crowd won’t help her and stuff.
{Gib looks at her puzzled and then stands, walking over to her. His massive frame towers over her, he pats her on the back like one would do to a child who just got a simple math question wrong}
Gib: I mean, that is a great idea, and let’s be honest there have been worse game plans, for sure, but do you even know how to lock in a figure four?
{She cocks her head and smiles}
Doc: No, no really.
Gib: I didn’t think so, do you want to know how I knew that you didn’t know how to do a figure four?
Doc: How?
Gib: Because you aren’t a pussy. Those moves are meant for people that don’t know how to kick a person’s ass into death. See, I went through my entire career and never defeated someone by submission, except that bastard Wild Bill, but that is because he was too much of a coward to get a visa to travel to Canada, and he gave up. It isn’t because I locked him in some gay ass submission move. I know the strategy that is going to win, and I am going to help you make it happen.
Doc: What is that?
Gib: See, I am going to let Crystal just beat the hell out of you, because you have something that she doesn’t have, you have grit. All that shit that happened to you when you were a kid, when you were playing mom at age twelve she was eating bon bons and having her servants massage her ass. See, you are going to let her get tired out by kicking your ass and then when she is tired my master plan comes into effect.
Doc: Which is?
Gib: I am going to get on the apron and distract the ref, then you are going to get up and kick her right in the vagina as hard as you can. I mean you soccer kick her in the coochie, you straight on punt her uterus, then I will jump off the apron and you can roll her up and get the pin.
Doc: I am not sure I am comfortable doing that.
Gib: Don’t worry, I am sure her womanly area has been pounded enough that she will recover, she has to have some calluses built on that shit from all the meat she has accepted over the years.
Doc: I think I will go with my plan.
Gib: Bad idea, use my idea, it leads to winning.
{Doc shakes her head and smiles at her mildly imbecilic husband as the scene fades.}
Grit.
That is certainly something I developed over the years and something you have never had to develop, because you have lived the high class society life, the life of expensive cars and fine dining. I didn’t have those things, I was lucky if I could get a can of pears for dinner when I was younger and most of the time I had to go to the neighbors or rummage through the garbage to find dinner.
And I am not embarrassed by that, I am not embarrassed at all because it is has been said that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I am still walking, I am still standing and I am still trying new things.
Your words are weak, your attitude is simplistic and mentally you aren’t a challenge. I won’t deny that in the ring you are a force to be reckoned with but looking past me is going to be the biggest mistake you make because last weak I beat a champion, I beat her in the center of the ring.
And that is going to repeat itself this weak.
Because I am not going to allow a self serving high on themselves bitch to stop me from attaining the goals I have set forth for myself. What you bring to the ring is mediocre at best, what you bring to the ring is second rate because it is the same each and every time you wrestle, and you have never faced someone with the determination that I have.
With the grit.
And you are going to find that an attitude like mine goes a long way. Sure, is it weird that I am entering the ring so late in my life, sure, but I am not entering the ring unprepared, I am not entering the ring as some person that hasn’t been trained, I have a pedigree in that regard, I am being trained by some of the best wrestlers ever to step into the ring, I am watching and studying tapes of my opponents and learning the intricacies of the ring.
What are you doing?
Are you preparing?
Are you taking things seriously?
Or is this all a joke to you?
I think we both know that you have been successful for so long that you have become stagnate or at least your meager attempt at shit talking has. I am hungry for success, I am hungry to prove to the world that I am not a joke, or someone who is entering this profession lightly. And when I get the win this weekend, when I beat someone with as much experience and success as you, everyone is going to know that I am for real.
And they are going to learn that you are a fraud.
Someone who has become so content that they aren’t willing to evolve, someone who has become so content that they aren’t willing to learn new things.
And I am going to exploit that.
And if that doesn’t work, I am going to kick you in the crotch and roll you up for the win.
Because the more I think about it, that seems like a pretty effective strategy.
See you soon.
I mean, I said that Skye was kind of a joke, and I said that she was the weak link but I don’t think I really believed it, I mean, she is one half of the tag champions and let’s be honest, way better in the ring than I am, but something happened, something clicked and well, I left the ring as a winner, and that was great. I mean, certainly it helped build my confidence for sure,
And it seems that my path must continue, I will receive no easy matches because let’s be honest, here, in this place, there are no easy wins. Every woman in this federation, with the exception of myself is a seasoned veteran, someone who has been around the world and made things happen.
And I am entering my fourth match.
Against the rose goddess.
I hate to break it to you Crystal, but I have never been a rosebud, I have always been a lemon, I have never been an optimist and always been a pessimist, blame it on my childhood blame it on my upbringing, do what you want but the fact of the matter is, you and I couldn’t be more different.
You are flashy.
I am basic.
You are known around the world.
I am an untapped commodity.
And please, if you need me to slow down, I am happy to do so, I know that it will take you awhile to rifle through your dictionary to find the words I use, being that you are basically a mindless idiot, so, I can speak really slow, like Cro-Magnon man, so that you are able to truly comprehend everything I am saying.
Because I had this whole thing planned, talking about how impressive your career was, and talking about how amazing your accomplishments are, but then I saw you take a great deal of time to talk about my name. Jesus, is that all the ladies here can talk about? What someone calls themselves? I can’t get over the utter lack of intellect and overabundance of repetitive diatribe that continues to plague this place.
So, focus on my name, focus on those things that aren’t important because that lack of concern over what I do bring to the ring is going to be your downfall, you utter lack of concern over my training and natural athleticism is absolutely offensive, and something that I am not taking lightly.
So continue your talk of penis, and riding, and being on your knees, because your legacy certainly includes your being on the receiving end of all those things, in a massive abundance because you are exactly what you look like, and it isn’t a rose goddess.
It is a doorknob.
Because based on the word that has traveled from locker room to locker room, everyone in the wrestling world has had a turn.
{Scene opens to Gib and the Doc sitting in the middle of a wrestling ring, the Doc looks upset, and Gib is trying to console her}
Gib: Look, Crystal is a good wrestler, and let’s be honest she has more experience, more training and a better chance of winning this match for sure.
{Doc looks over at Gib who is oblivious to the fact that he is kind of being a dick to her}
Doc: Thank that is reassuring.
Gib: I know right? I have always been known for giving excellent pep talks. So here we go, you are the underdog for sure. But you were last week as well, and Crystal let’s be honest she isn’t thinking about this match with you, she is thinking about next week, she is thinking about her next payday. So, we are going to take her out, we are going to hit her where is hurts, but you need a gameplan, so tell me what you are planning on doing.
{The Doc stands up and moves over to the ropes where she leans on the top looking out over the gym area, she is contemplating what she should do. She turns and looks at Gib, light in her eyes.}
Doc: What if I work over her leg; or her neck? I can really focus on a body part and then lock in one of those submission moves that Xander has been showing me. The crowd will get behind me, because, well, I am your wife and Crystal is kind of a bitch to everyone. Then the crowd will be pumping their fists and getting excited. I will lock in a figure four and she will have to tap, because the crowd won’t help her and stuff.
{Gib looks at her puzzled and then stands, walking over to her. His massive frame towers over her, he pats her on the back like one would do to a child who just got a simple math question wrong}
Gib: I mean, that is a great idea, and let’s be honest there have been worse game plans, for sure, but do you even know how to lock in a figure four?
{She cocks her head and smiles}
Doc: No, no really.
Gib: I didn’t think so, do you want to know how I knew that you didn’t know how to do a figure four?
Doc: How?
Gib: Because you aren’t a pussy. Those moves are meant for people that don’t know how to kick a person’s ass into death. See, I went through my entire career and never defeated someone by submission, except that bastard Wild Bill, but that is because he was too much of a coward to get a visa to travel to Canada, and he gave up. It isn’t because I locked him in some gay ass submission move. I know the strategy that is going to win, and I am going to help you make it happen.
Doc: What is that?
Gib: See, I am going to let Crystal just beat the hell out of you, because you have something that she doesn’t have, you have grit. All that shit that happened to you when you were a kid, when you were playing mom at age twelve she was eating bon bons and having her servants massage her ass. See, you are going to let her get tired out by kicking your ass and then when she is tired my master plan comes into effect.
Doc: Which is?
Gib: I am going to get on the apron and distract the ref, then you are going to get up and kick her right in the vagina as hard as you can. I mean you soccer kick her in the coochie, you straight on punt her uterus, then I will jump off the apron and you can roll her up and get the pin.
Doc: I am not sure I am comfortable doing that.
Gib: Don’t worry, I am sure her womanly area has been pounded enough that she will recover, she has to have some calluses built on that shit from all the meat she has accepted over the years.
Doc: I think I will go with my plan.
Gib: Bad idea, use my idea, it leads to winning.
{Doc shakes her head and smiles at her mildly imbecilic husband as the scene fades.}
Grit.
That is certainly something I developed over the years and something you have never had to develop, because you have lived the high class society life, the life of expensive cars and fine dining. I didn’t have those things, I was lucky if I could get a can of pears for dinner when I was younger and most of the time I had to go to the neighbors or rummage through the garbage to find dinner.
And I am not embarrassed by that, I am not embarrassed at all because it is has been said that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I am still walking, I am still standing and I am still trying new things.
Your words are weak, your attitude is simplistic and mentally you aren’t a challenge. I won’t deny that in the ring you are a force to be reckoned with but looking past me is going to be the biggest mistake you make because last weak I beat a champion, I beat her in the center of the ring.
And that is going to repeat itself this weak.
Because I am not going to allow a self serving high on themselves bitch to stop me from attaining the goals I have set forth for myself. What you bring to the ring is mediocre at best, what you bring to the ring is second rate because it is the same each and every time you wrestle, and you have never faced someone with the determination that I have.
With the grit.
And you are going to find that an attitude like mine goes a long way. Sure, is it weird that I am entering the ring so late in my life, sure, but I am not entering the ring unprepared, I am not entering the ring as some person that hasn’t been trained, I have a pedigree in that regard, I am being trained by some of the best wrestlers ever to step into the ring, I am watching and studying tapes of my opponents and learning the intricacies of the ring.
What are you doing?
Are you preparing?
Are you taking things seriously?
Or is this all a joke to you?
I think we both know that you have been successful for so long that you have become stagnate or at least your meager attempt at shit talking has. I am hungry for success, I am hungry to prove to the world that I am not a joke, or someone who is entering this profession lightly. And when I get the win this weekend, when I beat someone with as much experience and success as you, everyone is going to know that I am for real.
And they are going to learn that you are a fraud.
Someone who has become so content that they aren’t willing to evolve, someone who has become so content that they aren’t willing to learn new things.
And I am going to exploit that.
And if that doesn’t work, I am going to kick you in the crotch and roll you up for the win.
Because the more I think about it, that seems like a pretty effective strategy.
See you soon.