Post by Skittlez on May 6, 2023 19:16:56 GMT -5
"It's kind of funny really that Junko Souma trusted me so quickly. Is it my face? Do I look that trustworthy? It didn't matter. With the Thunder Pro S.E.X. Cup behind me I could focus on bigger and better things. I was free of the baggage that held me back and now I could show my true intentions inside that ring. You see, I don't want to be the next Spencer Adams. I don't want to live on the events of the past. I want to live in the now. People like Spencer are a dime a dozen when it all boils down to it. All talk and decent in the ring but when the going gets tough they crumble and fall, over the ropes in Spencer's case. Spence, man, you were oh so close and I bet you are going to praise yourself for being in the match as long as you were. The fact that you outlasted me and so many others. The fact is you still lost. You aren't a captain. You are just another loser." I walked along the beach as I took in the sun's rays. My sun kissed skin glowing as the rays bounced off of it. I smirked as I sat down on my beach towel.
"The difference between me and you Spence, is I am not ok with being just ok. I want to be great. I want to be mentioned in the same breath as guys like Peter Vaughn and Jim Caedus. Those two guys who will do battle for the world title, they are the kind of people who get shit done. They aren't ok with being just good enough. They want to be the best and right now, they are. They continually prove it. You are someone who is coming into this company at the wrong time. You chose the wrong company Spence. You need to just disappear. You need to go away. Am I going to beat you up so bad that you can't ever wrestle again? No, no I'm not. I am going to win this match and someone like you can't stand that, can you? The fact that such a small woman was able to beat someone with the history you have. Spence, you have the history but I have a brighter future than you and I will show that on Brawl." I started the video on my television. A clip played showing me turning on Junko Souma on Thunder Pro Wrestling's Friday Night Fury. I laughed as I rewatched what I had done. The faces on the fans twisted in shock which made me happier than ever. I smirked as I spoke again.
"That is what brings me to you Max Daemon. You are someone who doesn't understand that you don't belong in this business. You don't put the work in and it shows. You are like the contestants on naked and afraid. You know damn well what is coming but, when you inevitably lose, you act all surprised. Why is that Max? Why don't you see that this business isn't for you? That this business is about demanding respect and taking it by any means necessary? You never learn and I fear you never will Max. You are of no importance here. You are not a main player, you are an extra." I stood up from my towel and stretched my arms out to the side. The ocean breeze felt refreshing against my skin. I knew that my upcoming match against Max Daemon would be an easy win for me. He was just another obstacle in my path to greatness. I was determined to make a name for myself in this business and I wouldn't let anyone stand in my way. As I walked back to my hotel room, I couldn't help but think about the future and all the possibilities that lay ahead. I was ready for whatever challenges came my way and I was confident in my abilities to overcome them. The future was mine for the taking, and I was ready to seize it with both hands. As I entered my hotel room, I began to prepare for my match against Max Daemon, Spencer Adams, and Joey Buongiornio. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, visualizing the ring and my opponents. I knew what I had to do to win, and I was ready to execute my plan flawlessly. I put on my wrestling gear, lacing up my boots and tightening my knee pads. As I stood in front of the mirror, I flexed my muscles, admiring the hard work I had put in to get to this point.
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, my mind focused on the task at hand. As I made my way to the gym, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence coursing through my veins. I was ready to show everyone what I was made of, and that I was not to be underestimated.
I climbed into the ring and began running ropes. I prided myself on the work I put into honing my craft. Sure, I was kind of cocky but I had earned every part of it. Just a few short months ago I was a newcomer, a rookie, a nobody. Now I was the OCW Paradigm Champion and a force in every company I entered. I wasn't ready to stop this run and I would be damned if I let my WGWF run be any less memorable. As War Games approached I had to prove myself to Caedus and Vaughn so that someone, anyone would draft me. I wasn't that pretty little face anymore. I was a bitchy, scrappy young veteran at this point. I knew the ins and outs of the business and I wasn't scared to step on whatever toes necessary to get what I wanted, when I wanted it.
I stopped running momentarily as I looked into the camera on my phone which had been live streaming my every move. I smirked as I sipped my water. I spoke in between trying to catch my breath. "Jimmy, Petey, are you watching? It all started with me attacking Junko on Friday. Did you see that? Are you paying attention now? I sure as hell hope so because what you are looking at, what you are witnessing, is the rise of an absolute queen. My name will go down in history as one of the absolute greats in this sport. Imagine me being on your team at War Games.. climbing up the cage and jumping off with a Frenzied Spirit on one of the opponents. As I crash down and win War Games for us. You couldn't ask for someone better to be on your team. This Monday on Brawl I will put my body on the line in the fatal four way and show why I am someone you can't afford to have wrestling for the other team because it could be one of you on the losing end when I crash down on you."
I climbed the turnbuckle and had a seat as I spoke again. "The question is which of my opponents this week are going to be the unlucky ones on the receiving end when I climb up to this turnbuckle and flip around six hundred and thirty degrees. When I make the pin and win this match who will it be? Spencer Adams? Max Daemon? Joey Buongiornio? The truth it I dont really give a shit. It's all the same to me as all roads lead to Brooke Blakely being victorious. All roads end with me being the most sought after player heading into War Games. All roads lead to success for this Southern Beauty!"
I went back to my workout as the scene faded to black. I was all about looking good and kicking ass and come Brawl the time for looking good will be over. The time for talking will be over. All that matters is that I impress Jim Caedus and Peter Vaughn just enough.
"The difference between me and you Spence, is I am not ok with being just ok. I want to be great. I want to be mentioned in the same breath as guys like Peter Vaughn and Jim Caedus. Those two guys who will do battle for the world title, they are the kind of people who get shit done. They aren't ok with being just good enough. They want to be the best and right now, they are. They continually prove it. You are someone who is coming into this company at the wrong time. You chose the wrong company Spence. You need to just disappear. You need to go away. Am I going to beat you up so bad that you can't ever wrestle again? No, no I'm not. I am going to win this match and someone like you can't stand that, can you? The fact that such a small woman was able to beat someone with the history you have. Spence, you have the history but I have a brighter future than you and I will show that on Brawl." I started the video on my television. A clip played showing me turning on Junko Souma on Thunder Pro Wrestling's Friday Night Fury. I laughed as I rewatched what I had done. The faces on the fans twisted in shock which made me happier than ever. I smirked as I spoke again.
"That is what brings me to you Max Daemon. You are someone who doesn't understand that you don't belong in this business. You don't put the work in and it shows. You are like the contestants on naked and afraid. You know damn well what is coming but, when you inevitably lose, you act all surprised. Why is that Max? Why don't you see that this business isn't for you? That this business is about demanding respect and taking it by any means necessary? You never learn and I fear you never will Max. You are of no importance here. You are not a main player, you are an extra." I stood up from my towel and stretched my arms out to the side. The ocean breeze felt refreshing against my skin. I knew that my upcoming match against Max Daemon would be an easy win for me. He was just another obstacle in my path to greatness. I was determined to make a name for myself in this business and I wouldn't let anyone stand in my way. As I walked back to my hotel room, I couldn't help but think about the future and all the possibilities that lay ahead. I was ready for whatever challenges came my way and I was confident in my abilities to overcome them. The future was mine for the taking, and I was ready to seize it with both hands. As I entered my hotel room, I began to prepare for my match against Max Daemon, Spencer Adams, and Joey Buongiornio. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, visualizing the ring and my opponents. I knew what I had to do to win, and I was ready to execute my plan flawlessly. I put on my wrestling gear, lacing up my boots and tightening my knee pads. As I stood in front of the mirror, I flexed my muscles, admiring the hard work I had put in to get to this point.
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, my mind focused on the task at hand. As I made my way to the gym, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence coursing through my veins. I was ready to show everyone what I was made of, and that I was not to be underestimated.
I climbed into the ring and began running ropes. I prided myself on the work I put into honing my craft. Sure, I was kind of cocky but I had earned every part of it. Just a few short months ago I was a newcomer, a rookie, a nobody. Now I was the OCW Paradigm Champion and a force in every company I entered. I wasn't ready to stop this run and I would be damned if I let my WGWF run be any less memorable. As War Games approached I had to prove myself to Caedus and Vaughn so that someone, anyone would draft me. I wasn't that pretty little face anymore. I was a bitchy, scrappy young veteran at this point. I knew the ins and outs of the business and I wasn't scared to step on whatever toes necessary to get what I wanted, when I wanted it.
I stopped running momentarily as I looked into the camera on my phone which had been live streaming my every move. I smirked as I sipped my water. I spoke in between trying to catch my breath. "Jimmy, Petey, are you watching? It all started with me attacking Junko on Friday. Did you see that? Are you paying attention now? I sure as hell hope so because what you are looking at, what you are witnessing, is the rise of an absolute queen. My name will go down in history as one of the absolute greats in this sport. Imagine me being on your team at War Games.. climbing up the cage and jumping off with a Frenzied Spirit on one of the opponents. As I crash down and win War Games for us. You couldn't ask for someone better to be on your team. This Monday on Brawl I will put my body on the line in the fatal four way and show why I am someone you can't afford to have wrestling for the other team because it could be one of you on the losing end when I crash down on you."
I climbed the turnbuckle and had a seat as I spoke again. "The question is which of my opponents this week are going to be the unlucky ones on the receiving end when I climb up to this turnbuckle and flip around six hundred and thirty degrees. When I make the pin and win this match who will it be? Spencer Adams? Max Daemon? Joey Buongiornio? The truth it I dont really give a shit. It's all the same to me as all roads lead to Brooke Blakely being victorious. All roads end with me being the most sought after player heading into War Games. All roads lead to success for this Southern Beauty!"
I went back to my workout as the scene faded to black. I was all about looking good and kicking ass and come Brawl the time for looking good will be over. The time for talking will be over. All that matters is that I impress Jim Caedus and Peter Vaughn just enough.
