Post by didgitz on Jan 13, 2017 21:14:20 GMT -5
The place setting is dark and creepy. There is multiple rooms with metal poles. Just then it is noticeable that we are in...
"No not doing a promo from the actual slammer. That's what a basic bitch would do. I'm far from basic and y'all know this. I'm the Boss bitch before Sasha was outta middle school. So let's do this over. Switch the scene." - Didgitz
The scene reopens at her parents' house which is her current residence.
"Could you be any less inspiring? I mean, really, The Slammer. Could you? I can literally sum everything you said about me up in like three sentences. You didn’t even say it in an interesting way. But, hey, I can plead ignorance about you. I’ve got no problem doing that. I did from the start. But, I can say this after listening to you. It definitely doesn’t mean you can beat me. I never denied falling. Hard. And flat on my face. But I’ve been somehwere YOU will never be. I’ve been the World Heavyweight Champion, of a professional wrestling company that’s worth a damn. And that counts for a lot more than anything you’ve ever accomplished in this business. You just don’t belong. You belong back in San Diego. In your basement. Watching your idols wrestle. That’s as close as you belong to MY business. I also suggest you get your ass back to where you had some success. You ain’t even gonna touch me at Primetime. ‘Cause you won’t be able to earn that spot. Try not to pity me. Pity yourself, instead. And you’ll be the f*****g loser when it’s all said and done." - Didgitz
Didgitz closes the bathroom door behind her, a towel wrapped around her body. She rubs her hand thru her luscious hair as steam escapes the bathroom behind her. She then sighs allowing herself to relax for the moment. Her left hand runs down the side of her face and she rubs the tattoo on the side of her neck. She traces the heart with her index finger and slowly drags the tip of the finger into the heart. She smiles to herself, the first smile she had in a long while. Her mother would be back soon, from picking Layla up at the daycare. She would get to see her daughter again. A welcome thought among many unwelcome ones. As she sits down on the couch in front of the TV.
"The Slammer if you come Sunday night? I’m gonna break your face. I’m gonna tear out your heart. I’m gonna shatter your spirit. I’m gonna crush your dreams. Be calm all you want. But I fight based on raw emotion these days. Your calmness makes you calculating. Predictable. Scientific. My emotions make me chaotic. Unpredictable. Artistic. It’s a lot harder to counter an attack when you have no idea what it’ll be. But you already know that, huh, Karla? So then you’ll already know your calm and calculated s*** won’t fly with me. You know I’m gonna take everything you have and push you beyond your limits if you even get to me. You know I’m gonna frustrate you by taking moves and never going down for the count. And I’ll seize any opportunity to beat the blood and tears out of you. I’m going to pin you every time I have you down. I’m going to lock on a submission hold every time one presents itself to me. I’m aiming for a victory. You were aiming to end a careeer, instead of win. So for that? I stand by my previous words. F*** you." - Didgitz
Bobbi rises off of the couch, clicking the off button on the television remote. Finally having watched the entire tape, she nods her head slowly. She knows what she must do. Wearing a pair of sweat pants, blue tank top shirt, she starts down the hall. To the empty room she once cut promos in, back in Solo Restriction Association. It was time to get to work.
"The Slammer. You seem really jaded to me. Really bitter. Your petty, tired, insults aside. Here’s the reality, Karla. GZWA is the one that booked this match between you and I to determine who could be the next challenger for the Queen of Queens title. They didn’t think I would win, because I had been out of wrestling for some time. I would die for this business. So please, allow me to clarify. What we all do is very physical. No one can deny that. But any wrestler worth a damn tries to win. That’s their primary goal. That’s very simple. The day my career is over is the day I die. So while you appear bitted and jaded with me, allow me to say this. I never down-played your ability, as you’ve just done with me. Just ‘cause I don’t hate you, don’t mean I gotta be your friend. I didn’t continue hoping we teamed because we didn’t have anything in common, not ‘cause I thought I was better. So to you, I say best of luck. But if you follow your friends logic anymore? And underestimate me because of my record? You’re a damn retard. Because I will make you bleed. And eat those words of yours. That’s as real as it gets. Ya dig? I don’t hate you. I ain’t gonna tell you to fuck off again. I know we’ll have one hell of a match. Honestly? Telling me I’m a piece of s*** ain’t gonna do you any good in the long run.How are you gonna look when you don’t beat me within the first five minutes? I don’t think it’ll make you look very tough. Or very good. Ya know? Think about your next set of words carefully. I ain’t sayin’ you have no talent. I ain’t sayin’ you can’t beat me. ‘Cause in your case, I know you're the favorite. You, however, have a swollen ego still. You, however, still have a lot to learn about this whole “good guy” thing. If you want advice, I’m here. But I ain’t expectin’ no calls from ya, to be honest. Either way, Karla. I’m fightin’ for everything I have, and admittedly I ain’t got a lot. And just ‘cause I don’t hate ya, don’t mean I ain’t gonna come out of my corner with guns-a-blazin’. Sorry ‘bout your luck." - Didgitz
<P>
Didgitz looks through the doorway of the living room, watching her mother play with her nearly three year-old daughter. Her mother is oblivious to Bobbi standing in the door, when her daughter suddenly speaks.
"I lofs you gwamma." - Layla Majors
"I love you too, baby." - Kelly Gregg
"I lofs gwampa, too." - Layla Majors
"I know he loves you too, baby." - Kelly Gregg
Layla's eyes lock on Bobbi and she smiles big.
"I lofs Mommy!" - Layla Majors
Bobbi’s mom looks at her granddaughter, curiously. She had never spoken so excitedly. Kelly slowly shakes her head.
"I know you do, but he doesn’t lo—" - Kelly Gregg
"I love you too, babygirl!" - Didgitz
Bobbi was quick to give up her spying, interrupting her mother’s words. Kelly whips her head around and stares at her, surprised to see her. Bobbi glares right back at her, hard. Angrily.
"Frankly, I don't need your ass trying to stop me. Good intentions. Bad intentions. Don’t make a damn to me. ‘Cause, in a messed up way, I kinda feel like others did. I want you to get the big pay-per-view payday. I want you to come out fighting. And I want you to have a reason to. ‘Cause I want to see what you got. Not what I’ve seen so far, ‘cause I ain’t seen jack from you that’s impressed me lately. I wanna see you at your best. I wanna see you pissed off. I ain’t thrilled I did it, don’t get me wrong. ‘Cause last thing I need is you trying to kill me. But I mean, shit, what’s done is done. And there ain’t no going back, so I might as well embrace it, right? So bring your temper. Bring the thunder. Bring the lightening. Whatever else you wanna bring, bring that too. Come at me. And come at me to compete. Unless you wanna prove me right. Unless you wanna look like others. Or you could be this Billy bad ass you claim to be. You can throw them bones. Or you can get the hell out, looking like a bitch. Does it matter to me? Not much. You ain’t my priority, and I’m sorry that you’re gonna be offended by that. And you’re gonna be even more pissed. Do what you gotta do, homegirl. And I’ll do what I gotta do.” - Didgitz
Bobbi sets her daughter in her bed, allowing her to take her mid-afternoon nap. Bobbi closed the door quietly and quickly stormed up to her mother, who sat in the living room.
"What the hell is your problem? Trying to tell my daughter I don’t love her!" - Didgitz
"You don’t." - Kelly Gregg
She spoke so plainly, without anger, that it took Bobbi a moment to figure out how to respond. Kelly mistakes her silence as permission to continue, rather than anger and borderline hatred.
"See, if you did, you would have thought about her before you made the decisions you made. Before you got on drugs and became an alcoholic. And now, instead of making positive improvements, you’ve gone back to the profession that got you where you are today." - Kelly Gregg
"You don’t know anything about me, Mom. I got on drugs not because of wrestling, but because I wanted to. I ain’t got no want for that any more. I ain’t trying to get locked up, but I am trying to do what can make me the money I need to support myself and my daughter. And I’m good at it, Mom. You’d know that shit if you ever watched." - Didgitz
"I don’t need to watch it to know that your entire personal life is being exposed to the public. Your father tells me about it every week." - Kelly Gregg
"It’s my life, Mom. If it gets exposed, how the hell does that hurt you any?" - Didgitz
"It doesn’t. But it’s only a matter of time before your daughter gets exposed to that garbage. I’m going to maintain my custody of her, and I don’t really want you around her too much. You’re not a fit parent. You’re not a good mother. And that’s our fault. We didn’t teach you to be one. Until you can figure it out, that’s the way it’s going to be." - Kelly Gregg
Kelly slowly pushes off the couch. She looks her daughter in the eyes, seeing the anger welling up inside her. She walks past her, leaving her to stand alone. Bobbi lowers her head slowly. Tears begin to freely fall, rolling down her cheeks as her body shakes.
"The Slammer. The person I’ve been after for some time now. Wanna pour salt on my wounds? Do it. I’ll give you plenty of ammo, too. Want some? Here it is. I got on steroids when I was runnin’ with the Divas title in xWo. I did it, because it was believed that if I did, I’d become a main event player in no time. I went on to win the Women's title. Shortly after that win, I got off the steroids. But it fucked with me, mentally. My body had become dependant on it. Instead of getting’ back on it, like so many had done before, I started smokin’ pot. I smoked pot daily. I started to lose focus. And I fell, hard, and quick. But that wasn’t the end there. Not even close. And I would drink, heavily. That combined with the pot, well, ya know. I did my first line of cocaine literally minutes before my last match. You wanna talk about my fuckin’ problems? There you go. They’re ready for you to dig further into. They’re ready for you to read like an open book. I don’t give a fuck. I ain’t got shit to hide. I’ve been clean for awhile now. And it ain’t been easy, neither. But anything worth doin’ ain’t easy to do. The truth is, you fuckin’ with me about it is plenty motivation to keep off of that shit. So I should be thankin’ you, for that at least. And, I will. I’ll be thankin’ you in the ring. Not with words, though. I’ll be thankin’ you with fists. Forearms. Elbows. Chops. Headbutts. Knees. Kicks. And any other thing I can get away with usin’. I don’t give a damn what you have to say about me. Frankly, I want you to mess with me some more. ‘Cause it’ll piss me off. And I want that. I wanna come in at you so Gawdamn angry that it won’t matter. I wanna come in at you so pissed off that it won’t matter how many times you drive me into the canvas. I’m comin’ for you. I’m comin’, and I’m gonna mess you up. Because all your head games. All your shenanigans. They’re coming back to bite you on the ass. They’re coming back for ya. And I’m leading the charge." - Didgitz
"No not doing a promo from the actual slammer. That's what a basic bitch would do. I'm far from basic and y'all know this. I'm the Boss bitch before Sasha was outta middle school. So let's do this over. Switch the scene." - Didgitz
The scene reopens at her parents' house which is her current residence.
"Could you be any less inspiring? I mean, really, The Slammer. Could you? I can literally sum everything you said about me up in like three sentences. You didn’t even say it in an interesting way. But, hey, I can plead ignorance about you. I’ve got no problem doing that. I did from the start. But, I can say this after listening to you. It definitely doesn’t mean you can beat me. I never denied falling. Hard. And flat on my face. But I’ve been somehwere YOU will never be. I’ve been the World Heavyweight Champion, of a professional wrestling company that’s worth a damn. And that counts for a lot more than anything you’ve ever accomplished in this business. You just don’t belong. You belong back in San Diego. In your basement. Watching your idols wrestle. That’s as close as you belong to MY business. I also suggest you get your ass back to where you had some success. You ain’t even gonna touch me at Primetime. ‘Cause you won’t be able to earn that spot. Try not to pity me. Pity yourself, instead. And you’ll be the f*****g loser when it’s all said and done." - Didgitz
Didgitz closes the bathroom door behind her, a towel wrapped around her body. She rubs her hand thru her luscious hair as steam escapes the bathroom behind her. She then sighs allowing herself to relax for the moment. Her left hand runs down the side of her face and she rubs the tattoo on the side of her neck. She traces the heart with her index finger and slowly drags the tip of the finger into the heart. She smiles to herself, the first smile she had in a long while. Her mother would be back soon, from picking Layla up at the daycare. She would get to see her daughter again. A welcome thought among many unwelcome ones. As she sits down on the couch in front of the TV.
"The Slammer if you come Sunday night? I’m gonna break your face. I’m gonna tear out your heart. I’m gonna shatter your spirit. I’m gonna crush your dreams. Be calm all you want. But I fight based on raw emotion these days. Your calmness makes you calculating. Predictable. Scientific. My emotions make me chaotic. Unpredictable. Artistic. It’s a lot harder to counter an attack when you have no idea what it’ll be. But you already know that, huh, Karla? So then you’ll already know your calm and calculated s*** won’t fly with me. You know I’m gonna take everything you have and push you beyond your limits if you even get to me. You know I’m gonna frustrate you by taking moves and never going down for the count. And I’ll seize any opportunity to beat the blood and tears out of you. I’m going to pin you every time I have you down. I’m going to lock on a submission hold every time one presents itself to me. I’m aiming for a victory. You were aiming to end a careeer, instead of win. So for that? I stand by my previous words. F*** you." - Didgitz
Bobbi rises off of the couch, clicking the off button on the television remote. Finally having watched the entire tape, she nods her head slowly. She knows what she must do. Wearing a pair of sweat pants, blue tank top shirt, she starts down the hall. To the empty room she once cut promos in, back in Solo Restriction Association. It was time to get to work.
"The Slammer. You seem really jaded to me. Really bitter. Your petty, tired, insults aside. Here’s the reality, Karla. GZWA is the one that booked this match between you and I to determine who could be the next challenger for the Queen of Queens title. They didn’t think I would win, because I had been out of wrestling for some time. I would die for this business. So please, allow me to clarify. What we all do is very physical. No one can deny that. But any wrestler worth a damn tries to win. That’s their primary goal. That’s very simple. The day my career is over is the day I die. So while you appear bitted and jaded with me, allow me to say this. I never down-played your ability, as you’ve just done with me. Just ‘cause I don’t hate you, don’t mean I gotta be your friend. I didn’t continue hoping we teamed because we didn’t have anything in common, not ‘cause I thought I was better. So to you, I say best of luck. But if you follow your friends logic anymore? And underestimate me because of my record? You’re a damn retard. Because I will make you bleed. And eat those words of yours. That’s as real as it gets. Ya dig? I don’t hate you. I ain’t gonna tell you to fuck off again. I know we’ll have one hell of a match. Honestly? Telling me I’m a piece of s*** ain’t gonna do you any good in the long run.How are you gonna look when you don’t beat me within the first five minutes? I don’t think it’ll make you look very tough. Or very good. Ya know? Think about your next set of words carefully. I ain’t sayin’ you have no talent. I ain’t sayin’ you can’t beat me. ‘Cause in your case, I know you're the favorite. You, however, have a swollen ego still. You, however, still have a lot to learn about this whole “good guy” thing. If you want advice, I’m here. But I ain’t expectin’ no calls from ya, to be honest. Either way, Karla. I’m fightin’ for everything I have, and admittedly I ain’t got a lot. And just ‘cause I don’t hate ya, don’t mean I ain’t gonna come out of my corner with guns-a-blazin’. Sorry ‘bout your luck." - Didgitz
<P>
Didgitz looks through the doorway of the living room, watching her mother play with her nearly three year-old daughter. Her mother is oblivious to Bobbi standing in the door, when her daughter suddenly speaks.
"I lofs you gwamma." - Layla Majors
"I love you too, baby." - Kelly Gregg
"I lofs gwampa, too." - Layla Majors
"I know he loves you too, baby." - Kelly Gregg
Layla's eyes lock on Bobbi and she smiles big.
"I lofs Mommy!" - Layla Majors
Bobbi’s mom looks at her granddaughter, curiously. She had never spoken so excitedly. Kelly slowly shakes her head.
"I know you do, but he doesn’t lo—" - Kelly Gregg
"I love you too, babygirl!" - Didgitz
Bobbi was quick to give up her spying, interrupting her mother’s words. Kelly whips her head around and stares at her, surprised to see her. Bobbi glares right back at her, hard. Angrily.
"Frankly, I don't need your ass trying to stop me. Good intentions. Bad intentions. Don’t make a damn to me. ‘Cause, in a messed up way, I kinda feel like others did. I want you to get the big pay-per-view payday. I want you to come out fighting. And I want you to have a reason to. ‘Cause I want to see what you got. Not what I’ve seen so far, ‘cause I ain’t seen jack from you that’s impressed me lately. I wanna see you at your best. I wanna see you pissed off. I ain’t thrilled I did it, don’t get me wrong. ‘Cause last thing I need is you trying to kill me. But I mean, shit, what’s done is done. And there ain’t no going back, so I might as well embrace it, right? So bring your temper. Bring the thunder. Bring the lightening. Whatever else you wanna bring, bring that too. Come at me. And come at me to compete. Unless you wanna prove me right. Unless you wanna look like others. Or you could be this Billy bad ass you claim to be. You can throw them bones. Or you can get the hell out, looking like a bitch. Does it matter to me? Not much. You ain’t my priority, and I’m sorry that you’re gonna be offended by that. And you’re gonna be even more pissed. Do what you gotta do, homegirl. And I’ll do what I gotta do.” - Didgitz
Bobbi sets her daughter in her bed, allowing her to take her mid-afternoon nap. Bobbi closed the door quietly and quickly stormed up to her mother, who sat in the living room.
"What the hell is your problem? Trying to tell my daughter I don’t love her!" - Didgitz
"You don’t." - Kelly Gregg
She spoke so plainly, without anger, that it took Bobbi a moment to figure out how to respond. Kelly mistakes her silence as permission to continue, rather than anger and borderline hatred.
"See, if you did, you would have thought about her before you made the decisions you made. Before you got on drugs and became an alcoholic. And now, instead of making positive improvements, you’ve gone back to the profession that got you where you are today." - Kelly Gregg
"You don’t know anything about me, Mom. I got on drugs not because of wrestling, but because I wanted to. I ain’t got no want for that any more. I ain’t trying to get locked up, but I am trying to do what can make me the money I need to support myself and my daughter. And I’m good at it, Mom. You’d know that shit if you ever watched." - Didgitz
"I don’t need to watch it to know that your entire personal life is being exposed to the public. Your father tells me about it every week." - Kelly Gregg
"It’s my life, Mom. If it gets exposed, how the hell does that hurt you any?" - Didgitz
"It doesn’t. But it’s only a matter of time before your daughter gets exposed to that garbage. I’m going to maintain my custody of her, and I don’t really want you around her too much. You’re not a fit parent. You’re not a good mother. And that’s our fault. We didn’t teach you to be one. Until you can figure it out, that’s the way it’s going to be." - Kelly Gregg
Kelly slowly pushes off the couch. She looks her daughter in the eyes, seeing the anger welling up inside her. She walks past her, leaving her to stand alone. Bobbi lowers her head slowly. Tears begin to freely fall, rolling down her cheeks as her body shakes.
"The Slammer. The person I’ve been after for some time now. Wanna pour salt on my wounds? Do it. I’ll give you plenty of ammo, too. Want some? Here it is. I got on steroids when I was runnin’ with the Divas title in xWo. I did it, because it was believed that if I did, I’d become a main event player in no time. I went on to win the Women's title. Shortly after that win, I got off the steroids. But it fucked with me, mentally. My body had become dependant on it. Instead of getting’ back on it, like so many had done before, I started smokin’ pot. I smoked pot daily. I started to lose focus. And I fell, hard, and quick. But that wasn’t the end there. Not even close. And I would drink, heavily. That combined with the pot, well, ya know. I did my first line of cocaine literally minutes before my last match. You wanna talk about my fuckin’ problems? There you go. They’re ready for you to dig further into. They’re ready for you to read like an open book. I don’t give a fuck. I ain’t got shit to hide. I’ve been clean for awhile now. And it ain’t been easy, neither. But anything worth doin’ ain’t easy to do. The truth is, you fuckin’ with me about it is plenty motivation to keep off of that shit. So I should be thankin’ you, for that at least. And, I will. I’ll be thankin’ you in the ring. Not with words, though. I’ll be thankin’ you with fists. Forearms. Elbows. Chops. Headbutts. Knees. Kicks. And any other thing I can get away with usin’. I don’t give a damn what you have to say about me. Frankly, I want you to mess with me some more. ‘Cause it’ll piss me off. And I want that. I wanna come in at you so Gawdamn angry that it won’t matter. I wanna come in at you so pissed off that it won’t matter how many times you drive me into the canvas. I’m comin’ for you. I’m comin’, and I’m gonna mess you up. Because all your head games. All your shenanigans. They’re coming back to bite you on the ass. They’re coming back for ya. And I’m leading the charge." - Didgitz