Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on Mar 12, 2017 22:56:27 GMT -5
The scene begins with a view of an empty arena, shining under overhead lights. A brief moment of silence filled the area, until suddenly, the light sound of tennis shoes can be heard from the stage area.
A medium skin toned woman dressed in a black two-piece sports bra and tights set could be seen from afar strolling down the ramp with a sports bag on her shoulders. strolling to the turnbuckle closest to the commentary table.
A woman’s voice overs can be heard, as the camera takes a better glimpse of the woman.
“A legacy. This is something everyone wants to accomplish, right? Everyone wants their name and identity to be remembered after they leave for another endeavor, and even after death.”
“However, people never know how to achieve it, and how to sustain it. Some leave without a plan. Some have the accolades, but mess it up for themselves in the long run, and ruin their career forever.”
While heading up the steps to the ring, the woman pulled out her iPhone, swing various directions on the screen, until she made one final tap. Suddenly, Rock and Roll
A medium skin toned woman dressed in a black two-piece sports bra and tights set could be seen from afar strolling down the ramp with a sports bag on her shoulders. strolling to the turnbuckle closest to the commentary table.
A woman’s voice overs can be heard, as the camera takes a better glimpse of the woman.
“A legacy. This is something everyone wants to accomplish, right? Everyone wants their name and identity to be remembered after they leave for another endeavor, and even after death.”
“However, people never know how to achieve it, and how to sustain it. Some leave without a plan. Some have the accolades, but mess it up for themselves in the long run, and ruin their career forever.”
While heading up the steps to the ring, the woman pulled out her iPhone, swing various directions on the screen, until she made one final tap. Suddenly, Rock and Roll
could be heard, blasting through the small mobile speakers. She puts the phone down at the turnbuckle before taking a moment to stretch her hamstrings, bending her back forwards as the tip of her fingers touched the canvas. The voice over, overlaying the music, continues.
“Amanda may be the latter.”
“Amanda, since day 1 of me joining GZWA, has spent her entire career being condescending to people. Slut and body shaming, too. Who is this girl to do such things? A fetish model, shaming women for their natural curves. The worst part is that she has been doing this for years with no sense of wisdom or change in her life. Just being her old self, but feeling even more gutsy because of her name being in the record books.This girl is….like the human iPhone plus phones. She may have visual enhancements, but she is still the same damn thing.”
The woman then stretches her shoulders, pulling one arm to her chest with the other, but alternating each sides.
“And before people, aka her horndog supporters, get on their Twitter pages to thug type about how much I was shaming other women, here is the difference between Amanda and I. My target had always been those who were living contradictions, and came for me first with the body shaming, and assuming that I was a slut because of my confidence on my body, or being a former stripper, because they seem to think all strippers are hoes nowadays, but I don’t come with lies. I come with facts.”
“Speaking of which, the way Amanda and I show our confidence in our bodies is vastly different as well. Amanda is the type of hussie that will talk about how cute her new socks look, when the socks are in the background, while her Yakuza tattooed ass is in the front. It’s all about product placement. Bitch, if you are trying to advertise some socks, put them in front.”
The woman then lays with her back on the canvas..
“Another problem. That’s all it consist of. Less about her journey as a wrestler, and more about her life as a fetish model. So much that she even admitted that her sex appeal, and not her athleticism, was first priority. Even after the constant insults she threw, and still throws, towards whoever is her opponent. The utmost disrespect towards wrestlers, male and female, who want to be the best at the sport. No matter where they come from.
“That’s why I had to clock her in the forehead on Twitter.”
The music in the background ends, but it takes two seconds for it to shift to another Rock & Roll. Meanwhile, the woman hikes her foot on the turnbuckle. She bends her body forward once more, touching the turnbuckle.
“However, with that whole squabble, I got a visit from Mariah this weekend, and of course, she saw everything. Mariah was right. Social media was not the best approach to chop Amanda’s jugular like that. Multiple times. Instead, I should be much more festive about confronting Amanda in our match at Primetime. Keep it “cute” and “classy”, right? Put wrestling credentials into it.”
“In that case, I shall give her an entree at Primetime, but let’s start with the hors-d'oeuvres right now. Let’s examine her activity as of late? How tragic has it been. She may be racking wins, but how exactly is she winning. Her previous matches have involved her using Rose as a crutch, or some sort of distraction that the opponent is involved in, before they can even realize that she pulled their tights.
And her words speak louder than her actions on social media. Amanda floats around with nothing, but hot air in her entire body, aggravating and trolling the piss out of everybody on Twitter, and I don’t mean by her inconsistent pictures either. She spends so much time trying to bully people around with her vocabulary straight out of elementary school, that she can’t take a moment to mature herself up a bit, and come to the conclusion that she was the reason that her girlfriends ditched her like a bat outta hell, and she’s the reason that she’s flopping right now.”
“Well, Amanda. Time to face the facts. Your decline is coming, boo. Your stocks are about to sink. Your raise to fame is reaching its downfall.”
But do you, Amanda, have a legacy? Long story short, you could have. You may have the accolades, but the voice behind it all? Questionable. What do you stand for? What do you represent? What progression in your character has been made?”
The woman switches legs on the turnbuckle and repeats the same stretch.
“If your kids are considered your “legacy”, you have a bad way of showing that, because you have never shown them publicly ever since you found out that you had them. No pictures, no words of encouragement. No collections of their activities. Instead, your priorities are only on yourself and your little Stockholm Syndrome lover of yours.”
“Maybe it’s time to reevaluate yourself. Get your shit together, before you come for anyone’s title. You think about all of that, before you come for me again on Twitter. I just might catch you slipping in this match at Primetime.”
And then there is Rose. I have a classical saying that people in Atlanta still say to this day. “Run up, get done up”. If Rose wants to involve herself in the Twitter squabble, she can gladly use her ears to catch these words, and her face to catch these hands at Primetime, too.
“As for me, I already have a role within GZWA for being the most human, and impactful talent anyone has ever witnessed, but with so much reading I do for others’ lives it is time to change my own life as the Georgia Peach of GZWA. I’ve made promises to myself and the rest of the world to make some positive changes in life to get to the gold. As complicated as it is so far.”
After she finishes stretching, she looks behind her to the arena, opposite of the stage. She could see another light shining over something. Something silver. The camera shifts to a better close up to the item. A championship belt.
The camera shifts back to the woman, who is smiling at the belt.
“But I know that no matter how outspoken I am, my voice and actions will be heard, and I will keep it that way. That’s how I plan to sustain my legacy. This match against Amanda will be living proof of that. I’m going to continue to strive for that Vixen’s title, no matter what.”
“Amanda may be the latter.”
“Amanda, since day 1 of me joining GZWA, has spent her entire career being condescending to people. Slut and body shaming, too. Who is this girl to do such things? A fetish model, shaming women for their natural curves. The worst part is that she has been doing this for years with no sense of wisdom or change in her life. Just being her old self, but feeling even more gutsy because of her name being in the record books.This girl is….like the human iPhone plus phones. She may have visual enhancements, but she is still the same damn thing.”
The woman then stretches her shoulders, pulling one arm to her chest with the other, but alternating each sides.
“And before people, aka her horndog supporters, get on their Twitter pages to thug type about how much I was shaming other women, here is the difference between Amanda and I. My target had always been those who were living contradictions, and came for me first with the body shaming, and assuming that I was a slut because of my confidence on my body, or being a former stripper, because they seem to think all strippers are hoes nowadays, but I don’t come with lies. I come with facts.”
“Speaking of which, the way Amanda and I show our confidence in our bodies is vastly different as well. Amanda is the type of hussie that will talk about how cute her new socks look, when the socks are in the background, while her Yakuza tattooed ass is in the front. It’s all about product placement. Bitch, if you are trying to advertise some socks, put them in front.”
The woman then lays with her back on the canvas..
“Another problem. That’s all it consist of. Less about her journey as a wrestler, and more about her life as a fetish model. So much that she even admitted that her sex appeal, and not her athleticism, was first priority. Even after the constant insults she threw, and still throws, towards whoever is her opponent. The utmost disrespect towards wrestlers, male and female, who want to be the best at the sport. No matter where they come from.
“That’s why I had to clock her in the forehead on Twitter.”
The music in the background ends, but it takes two seconds for it to shift to another Rock & Roll. Meanwhile, the woman hikes her foot on the turnbuckle. She bends her body forward once more, touching the turnbuckle.
“However, with that whole squabble, I got a visit from Mariah this weekend, and of course, she saw everything. Mariah was right. Social media was not the best approach to chop Amanda’s jugular like that. Multiple times. Instead, I should be much more festive about confronting Amanda in our match at Primetime. Keep it “cute” and “classy”, right? Put wrestling credentials into it.”
“In that case, I shall give her an entree at Primetime, but let’s start with the hors-d'oeuvres right now. Let’s examine her activity as of late? How tragic has it been. She may be racking wins, but how exactly is she winning. Her previous matches have involved her using Rose as a crutch, or some sort of distraction that the opponent is involved in, before they can even realize that she pulled their tights.
And her words speak louder than her actions on social media. Amanda floats around with nothing, but hot air in her entire body, aggravating and trolling the piss out of everybody on Twitter, and I don’t mean by her inconsistent pictures either. She spends so much time trying to bully people around with her vocabulary straight out of elementary school, that she can’t take a moment to mature herself up a bit, and come to the conclusion that she was the reason that her girlfriends ditched her like a bat outta hell, and she’s the reason that she’s flopping right now.”
“Well, Amanda. Time to face the facts. Your decline is coming, boo. Your stocks are about to sink. Your raise to fame is reaching its downfall.”
But do you, Amanda, have a legacy? Long story short, you could have. You may have the accolades, but the voice behind it all? Questionable. What do you stand for? What do you represent? What progression in your character has been made?”
The woman switches legs on the turnbuckle and repeats the same stretch.
“If your kids are considered your “legacy”, you have a bad way of showing that, because you have never shown them publicly ever since you found out that you had them. No pictures, no words of encouragement. No collections of their activities. Instead, your priorities are only on yourself and your little Stockholm Syndrome lover of yours.”
“Maybe it’s time to reevaluate yourself. Get your shit together, before you come for anyone’s title. You think about all of that, before you come for me again on Twitter. I just might catch you slipping in this match at Primetime.”
And then there is Rose. I have a classical saying that people in Atlanta still say to this day. “Run up, get done up”. If Rose wants to involve herself in the Twitter squabble, she can gladly use her ears to catch these words, and her face to catch these hands at Primetime, too.
“As for me, I already have a role within GZWA for being the most human, and impactful talent anyone has ever witnessed, but with so much reading I do for others’ lives it is time to change my own life as the Georgia Peach of GZWA. I’ve made promises to myself and the rest of the world to make some positive changes in life to get to the gold. As complicated as it is so far.”
After she finishes stretching, she looks behind her to the arena, opposite of the stage. She could see another light shining over something. Something silver. The camera shifts to a better close up to the item. A championship belt.
The camera shifts back to the woman, who is smiling at the belt.
“But I know that no matter how outspoken I am, my voice and actions will be heard, and I will keep it that way. That’s how I plan to sustain my legacy. This match against Amanda will be living proof of that. I’m going to continue to strive for that Vixen’s title, no matter what.”