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| wanna see you try and take a swing at me; talks hpwf & facing homicidal eddie | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 27 2005, 06:10 PM (130 Views) | |
| Marri Tribal | Dec 27 2005, 06:10 PM Post #1 |
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: Filling the darkened abyss, the camera’s lenses would focus around the arena, stopping finally on a figure that was sitting in the corner. Obviously of the female species, one denim covered leg was stretched out to its full length against the floor. Well the other was curled up against her, bent at the knee. The tread of her worn and tattered combat boots would help hold her leg in place. The lightened color of the denim told everyone that these had been cherished jeans. The rips and tears exposing parts of her porcelain knees and thighs. As the camera continued to pan up, a small bit of her smooth stomach was exposed until the black material of hoodie would start. The zipper of the hoodie was the only thing that was keeping the world from seeing her as only few men had seen her, of course there was some strain at the fabric as the design on the hoodie came forth. Two white sketched out muskets crossed over one another in an ‘X’-shaped pattern. As the camera finished its decent the pouting lips of the woman would stay shut. She'd slowly move from her comfortable position, opening those beautiful blue eyes she’d stare into the camera for a moment before clearing her throat. : “You know ever since I was eight years old I wanted to be a wrestler. I started training the moment I turned twenty-one, injuries and the general way women were treated kept me from my dream. Years of dead end federations, traveling all over the place just to get paid about twenty dollars, if that. I thought all that could not of be in vain, and I was proven right. I was proven right when I signed my HPWF contract. HPWF, the quote unquote big times. At first I was a joke, and rightfully so I hadn't a clue what I was doing, but as time went on I got better. A women's championship in WWA, a women's championship in USWA, but one thing always eluded me, it was the HPWF women's championship. So I focused myself, I focused on being the Women’s champion, after tons of cat and mouse games. The champion and I finally squared off, it took one move! Just one move! My Razorblade Kiss.” : Her index finger sticking up in the air, the long black nails exposed as she did so. Cackling a little, as she remember that joyous moment. Remembering the sound the former women’s champion made when Tribal snapped her down for the signature Crucifix powerbomb into a DDT combo, that she affectionately called the Razorblade Kiss. : “One, two, three. The title was mine. I was a trifecta champion. All my work, all my blood, all my sweat, all my tears. They weren’t in vain, or so I thought! My championship will be written off. Why? Because I’m not the pretty blonde Barbie doll who’ll spread her legs for a push. I worked my ass off to get where I am! What does my work get me? Nothing! It got me nothing! I was a women’s champion yes, but when I lost the title I was yesterday’s news, garbage!” : Sitting up so she could face the camera, the anger what would come from her voice was haunting. Those brilliant pale blue eyes would dance, she was on the edge of crying as she spoke. These were her true feelings, she was not dancing any line between shoot and kaybabe. She was all out shooting, shooting on all the bad business she’d been a part of. : “I was a broken fighter. Do you know how much it takes for me to break? No, none of you do! But HPWF, it broke me! I didn’t want to do anything anymore, I just wanted to lay down and die. I was tired! I was tired of it all! My whole life I just wanted to be a wrestler and they were ruining it for me! I couldn’t take it anymore. I quit, no matter what anyone else may say, I quit. I thought I was done, I thought I wasn't going to a wrestler anymore. That is until New Glory came calling. When you think about it, isn’t that name appropriate New Glory. My old glory as since faded, but my New Glory is just about to begin. I signed my contract before Halloween, but remained in hiding. I remained in hiding until the perfect moment arouse. And that moment was helping CM Punk, helping him humiliate AJ Styles. The leader of the Straight Edge Revolution, chose me to be his right hand woman and I’ve proven myself a valuable asset to him. But as much fun as I have playing manager to CM Punk. He and I both know there is so much more I could do, that’s why I made my debut a month ago wrestling Trish Stratus. And its pretty obvious I haven’t lost my touch because I left her laying. That’s why I was so happy to work in the Tournament for the Meltdown Title. I beat Kayta Williams, and Mike Theory to get where I am right now…and it brings me to this!” : She’d sit up a little bit so she was looking right at the camera, her torso resting against her curled in knee as she spoke. The deathly seriousness returning to her haunting eyes as she started. Those pouting lips would curl into a snarl before she started her speech. : “On Wednesday I face a man whose over a foot taller than me, and just about a hundred pounds heavier. Homicidal Eddie I have a message for you. You see you may have the size advantage over me, but I’ve got something you don’t have I’ve got the heart, losing is not an opinion for me! You see from an early age it was instilled in me that boys were always better than girls. That was just the way it was if you had five extra inches of skin between your legs you where better than someone. Those there the ideas my aggressive father lived by and it was the rules my passive mother followed. Somewhere down the line I figured out that, that was fucked up. A man is not better than a woman, not in the real world and not in the wrestling ring. Do not think that I will be an easy victory, I will not be another number in your tally of wins. For the simple fact, I not here to lose, I’m here to win. When all of these is said and done I will be Meltdown Champion! That is not a dream, that is a promise!” : As Tribal recoiled a little bit, growing tired of the camera in her face she’d hoist herself effortlessly, to her feet. As she stepped over the camera’s range of view. : |
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