Post by Atara Raven on Mar 26, 2023 0:01:04 GMT -5
'Εάν μπείτε στον κύκλο του χορού, πρέπει να χορέψετε'
-Greek Proverb-
-Greek Proverb-
If you can't dance, you must quit the floor. Simple little piece of wisdom from my homeland. Own your shortcomings. Know what you can and can't do and stick to your lane. It's not good for you and it's potentially bad for others, and everyone has a terrible time in the end. I mean, it's not the most profound quote you'll ever read from Greece, but it's still a sound piece of advice for everyone. There's a real shame in that no one is going to pay attention to this part of the promo and continue to come out here week in and week out with their unending nonsensical flapping chicken dance promos.
You know the one, the routine reception party dance repeated over and over and over. I mean it's a simple dance, anyone can do it, and everyone at WGWF can keep step with it. Everyone enjoys it. Rinse. Repeat.
Not a Sirtaki. Not a Samba. Not a Flamenco. Not even a Ghoomar. The effin chicken dance. Whatever the most low effort thing they can find that requires no study, practice, or planning. Just flap your arms and clap and think you're a fucking prima ballerina because you didn't step on some toes or trip and bust your face. All WGWF has been this far is just that tame, uninspiring, and repetitive reception party after the marriage of two of the greatest minds in both wrestling and business. Surprise, surprise, it's been CCPE filling the floor waiting for the music to start to get those arms flailing and flapping.
Malakas are middle school talent and I think your bread ticket has gotten tired of it and you know where Chris and James go when they want a show.
You know who they call to take the floor?
The Stage 1 Prima. DancingRaveNGirl. Aphrodite Incarnate. The Goddess. The Greek Bitch and a whole tome full of other epithets given for the myriad disciplines in my repertoire and who did CCPE decide to send in in this little Step Up sequel of a PPV….
You know the one, the routine reception party dance repeated over and over and over. I mean it's a simple dance, anyone can do it, and everyone at WGWF can keep step with it. Everyone enjoys it. Rinse. Repeat.
Not a Sirtaki. Not a Samba. Not a Flamenco. Not even a Ghoomar. The effin chicken dance. Whatever the most low effort thing they can find that requires no study, practice, or planning. Just flap your arms and clap and think you're a fucking prima ballerina because you didn't step on some toes or trip and bust your face. All WGWF has been this far is just that tame, uninspiring, and repetitive reception party after the marriage of two of the greatest minds in both wrestling and business. Surprise, surprise, it's been CCPE filling the floor waiting for the music to start to get those arms flailing and flapping.
Malakas are middle school talent and I think your bread ticket has gotten tired of it and you know where Chris and James go when they want a show.
You know who they call to take the floor?
The Stage 1 Prima. DancingRaveNGirl. Aphrodite Incarnate. The Goddess. The Greek Bitch and a whole tome full of other epithets given for the myriad disciplines in my repertoire and who did CCPE decide to send in in this little Step Up sequel of a PPV….
.....this.
Big bad Kim Pain from Hell's Gate dance school at Bumfuck Who Cares Shopping Complex located on the corner of "Hey My Butt Goes Up" and "Hey, My Butt Goes Downs Boulevard. She's a multiple time champion, veteran of the sport, celebrated by a whole circle jerk crew at her wrestling school.
You know, the hot place to become a champion that has the best of everything. Equipment, trainers, alumni, they even spring for extra soft toilet paper to wipe your tears after having discovered it's all over hyped malaka and only known in its podunk local community. Apparently it also lacks a decent marketing team because she only plugs Hell's Gate in her promos at every chance she gets like they can't afford air time for a cotdamn commercial!
Butt Goes Up. Butt Goes Down. She's fucking Chicken Dance mediocre riding the wave of a win over Lexi Gold and about as bland as Lexi's illustrious Thot Portfolio on Twitter.
Shit in my Face, WGWF. The Gold Standard is a fucking marketing ploy. Put your dicks up and stop flying Lexi Wins around like they amount to more than a win on Dark but Thank You Kim for admitting you couldn't carry her in that little tag team tango a few weeks back. That Hell's Gate free trial was a real eye opener on the instruction and product it puts outBUT...since we're on the subject of wrestling schools, have you ever heard of a little thing called Themis Palaestra?
Of course you have. It's global, Dove. Wrestling Champions, MMA Champions, top notch athletes in a plethora of sports We don't make curtain jerkers, we make international sensations.
Celebrities.
Me and mine are the kind you can build a brand on and baby have my shoulders carried not only gold but the weight of whole fucking industries.
Big bad Kim Pain from Hell's Gate dance school at Bumfuck Who Cares Shopping Complex located on the corner of "Hey My Butt Goes Up" and "Hey, My Butt Goes Downs Boulevard. She's a multiple time champion, veteran of the sport, celebrated by a whole circle jerk crew at her wrestling school.
You know, the hot place to become a champion that has the best of everything. Equipment, trainers, alumni, they even spring for extra soft toilet paper to wipe your tears after having discovered it's all over hyped malaka and only known in its podunk local community. Apparently it also lacks a decent marketing team because she only plugs Hell's Gate in her promos at every chance she gets like they can't afford air time for a cotdamn commercial!
Butt Goes Up. Butt Goes Down. She's fucking Chicken Dance mediocre riding the wave of a win over Lexi Gold and about as bland as Lexi's illustrious Thot Portfolio on Twitter.
Shit in my Face, WGWF. The Gold Standard is a fucking marketing ploy. Put your dicks up and stop flying Lexi Wins around like they amount to more than a win on Dark but Thank You Kim for admitting you couldn't carry her in that little tag team tango a few weeks back. That Hell's Gate free trial was a real eye opener on the instruction and product it puts outBUT...since we're on the subject of wrestling schools, have you ever heard of a little thing called Themis Palaestra?
Of course you have. It's global, Dove. Wrestling Champions, MMA Champions, top notch athletes in a plethora of sports We don't make curtain jerkers, we make international sensations.
Celebrities.
Me and mine are the kind you can build a brand on and baby have my shoulders carried not only gold but the weight of whole fucking industries.
My Ass Goes Up. My Ass Goes Down. My Ass Goes All Around. It's called the Television Title sweetheart and there's not a soul that's better TV than me. In ring, out of ring, Atty is better than you at everything.
Dove, I can pop it, lock it, drop it, swirl it with the best of the business. THE BEST. My name makes LEGENDS sweat because I am not on your chicken dance, arms length apart, Footloose bullshit. I'm full throttle, pussy poppin, Havana Nights all night and I make them Havana change the channel to Brawl just in the hope of hearing my entrance music.
It's undeniable Dove. No one does this dance like I do. No one can cut the floor in all the different ways I do. I can go cruise control or I can go pedal to the metal and it doesn't make an effin difference because once the pen gets put to paper and you hear this booty bass bumping that effin chicken dance music gets drowned out and the floor starts clearing… you're no exception.
All that tough girl yapping you do….it stopped when that card dropped didn't it. Or could we not just hear you over them knees a…….
It's undeniable Dove. No one does this dance like I do. No one can cut the floor in all the different ways I do. I can go cruise control or I can go pedal to the metal and it doesn't make an effin difference because once the pen gets put to paper and you hear this booty bass bumping that effin chicken dance music gets drowned out and the floor starts clearing… you're no exception.
All that tough girl yapping you do….it stopped when that card dropped didn't it. Or could we not just hear you over them knees a…….
.......a shaking.
You might as well make that tired ass chicken dance, Ultraviolent, fighter girl schtick into chicken feed, Dove. It's bouncing off me like my husband's backshots when we're grinding dirty and best believe, Dove, if you think you're gonna beat it up I'll have you snoozing first all the same. You're no different than anyone else Kim. We're all effin fighters. We all come to fight.
Some spike bracelets and a Misfits t-shirt don't set you apart. You don't go any harder than anyone else and hitting a metal track doesn't make you a Super Saiyan. You ain't turnt up and railbreaking til the track hits hard and I'm sorry Miss Chainsaw Cheerleader but that peaks at 134 beats per minute.
I idle at 136.
You might as well make that tired ass chicken dance, Ultraviolent, fighter girl schtick into chicken feed, Dove. It's bouncing off me like my husband's backshots when we're grinding dirty and best believe, Dove, if you think you're gonna beat it up I'll have you snoozing first all the same. You're no different than anyone else Kim. We're all effin fighters. We all come to fight.
Some spike bracelets and a Misfits t-shirt don't set you apart. You don't go any harder than anyone else and hitting a metal track doesn't make you a Super Saiyan. You ain't turnt up and railbreaking til the track hits hard and I'm sorry Miss Chainsaw Cheerleader but that peaks at 134 beats per minute.
I idle at 136.
My Minimum Is Your Maximum.
Think your as hard as you want. Granite. Marble, Sandstone, doesn't matter, the Goddess' Temple is always growing. You're just the next stone.
Just another fragment in the mosaic of the floor I dance on.
You can't take my advice Kim. Quit before you step on my floor or keep that delusion you want a fight going. Keep in mind, idle at 136 bpm. I'm a Hardstyle Girl so you want to keep up. Bring me the fight. Bring it fast, bring often but most importantly….
Bring it hard…
OOC: Apologies Kim. This is the dumbest thing I have ever written....
OOC: Apologies Kim. This is the dumbest thing I have ever written....