Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 22:43:30 GMT -8
“Shook. Such an interesting word used by people these days.”
Samantha Tolson-Anderson stands at the base of one of the large wooden pillars holding aloft the image of her holding the CW Pride Championship in advertisement of California Wrestling itself. Over a shoulder is that same Pride Championship, gleaming in the southern California sun.
“Urban Dictionary, that wondrous source for definitions of modern terms in the common vernacular, defines it as scared, afraid, and hesitant. Tell me something, Brady Vega, has anything I've done before, during, or since my arrival in CW exhibited the behavior of someone that's quote-unquote shook?”
“I made my debut in CW in a title match. The very next show I was in the Immortal Kingdom Crown tournament. Three shows later I won it. And at the last pay-per-view, I beat your boy Kendrick Kross to become the Pride Champion.”
“In the weeks since that victory, I've gone around the world and defended titles won elsewhere as well, taking on all comers.”
“And that, Brady, is what you call shook?”
“No, Brady, you're the one shook. Both you and Rex are shook...so much so in fact that instead of trying to reclaim the Republic Championships you're coming after me. Because the world can see you want no part of Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten.”
Samantha smirks wickedly as she pauses, knowing Brady will hear it, giving it time to sink in.
“But those titles were just the start, right? No Brady, those titles define you. They are part and parcel of who you are at the core...someone who has to lean on others to get a job done.”
“See, there's a lot you need to learn young boy. Good thing that I came along to teach you. Shall we begin your first lesson?”
“There is a great number of differences between the two of us. One look at you, and one look at me, and some are obvious. Me, a world-class athlete, battle-tested with the scars to prove it, a title lineage second to no one in this sport. You...well, what are you, exactly?”
“A CW original to be sure...but there are an awful lot of hood rats in Cali these days. And I know a hood rat when I see one, because in what seems a lifetime gone by I made the mistake of dating someone who took pride in the term.”
“The tried-and-true warrior, against a child, his mouth full of aluminum foil, running around with a cosplaying male given to whims of fantasy he'll never fulfill.”
“Just one difference between us, but an important one.”
“There's another. One that's obvious to all but, perhaps, you.”
“You see Brady, you may be an exclusive talent. You may well be someone CW was built upon. But every foundation laid holds up the improvements that are on it, those features that make the building stand out an attract eyes to it.”
“You're the drab, boring, nearly forgettable stone that holds up folks like me, the magnificent architecture that attracts viewers and helps make all of us happy for payday.”
“In terms of appearance alone, Brady…there is no comparison. You're...you…while I'm a finely tuned athlete, and now actress and model. People turn their faces from you to see me.”
“Now, I'll grant you that's a pretty vain, even cruel, thing to say. Thing about the truth, though is sometimes it really, really hurts.”
“One more difference I'll point out for you...and, frankly, it's the most damning of them all.”
“You even said it yourself.”
“You don't belong in the ring with me. You do nothing but prove me right when you try to call me down on that, because it's true...and far more so than just on paper, Brady.”
“I've been around the world, taking on and beating some of the best, while you've been content to stay in your familiar spot, collecting paychecks and having mild success. You never attempted to branch out, to test yourself, push yourself beyond your limits to see what you could truly do.”
“So you rail against me, a thinly veiled spat of jealousy that I've done things about which you can only dream.”
“You talk about being selfish wanting this title...and hell yes it was. It's supposed to be. But don't think for a second that I don't wear it with pride.”
“I may not have been here from the jump, but I'm damn sure here now, Brady...and the last difference I'll bring up is the one that galls you the most.”
“I was asked to come to CW. I was sought out for the very reasons you hate me, recruited for all the reasons you like to the people about me.’
“That really gets under your skin doesn't it? That instead of turning to someone like you to help push this company into the stars, they found someone already capable of getting it there just by signing her to a contract.”
“It sticks in your craw that I've been embraced by the CW fans, a love I happily return to them, that while you were simply accepted, I was chosen.”
“That’s why you’ve tried all your pathetic little mind games, tried to knock me off my game, attacked my wife. You’re insulted that the places you always hoped you’d be able to take California Wrestling, I took them the moment I signed my contract.”
“You’re a petulant little baby, hoping that throwing a temper tantrum and acting like a junior high bully is going to get you what you want.”
“Let me assure you, Brady...all you’re getting at No Love Lost is the beating your parents should have given you.”
“Because for all the things about me you hate, the thing you hate the most is that I have the title you feel like you are owed. The only thing you’re owed is an ass kicking.”
“Come No Love Lost, you’re getting it.”
“Get ready, Brady. You asked for this.”
“You asked me to…”
“RELEASE.”
“THE.”
“PANIC.”
Samantha grinned wickedly at the camera, then turned and walked out of the camera shot.
Samantha Tolson-Anderson stands at the base of one of the large wooden pillars holding aloft the image of her holding the CW Pride Championship in advertisement of California Wrestling itself. Over a shoulder is that same Pride Championship, gleaming in the southern California sun.
“Urban Dictionary, that wondrous source for definitions of modern terms in the common vernacular, defines it as scared, afraid, and hesitant. Tell me something, Brady Vega, has anything I've done before, during, or since my arrival in CW exhibited the behavior of someone that's quote-unquote shook?”
“I made my debut in CW in a title match. The very next show I was in the Immortal Kingdom Crown tournament. Three shows later I won it. And at the last pay-per-view, I beat your boy Kendrick Kross to become the Pride Champion.”
“In the weeks since that victory, I've gone around the world and defended titles won elsewhere as well, taking on all comers.”
“And that, Brady, is what you call shook?”
“No, Brady, you're the one shook. Both you and Rex are shook...so much so in fact that instead of trying to reclaim the Republic Championships you're coming after me. Because the world can see you want no part of Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten.”
Samantha smirks wickedly as she pauses, knowing Brady will hear it, giving it time to sink in.
“But those titles were just the start, right? No Brady, those titles define you. They are part and parcel of who you are at the core...someone who has to lean on others to get a job done.”
“See, there's a lot you need to learn young boy. Good thing that I came along to teach you. Shall we begin your first lesson?”
“There is a great number of differences between the two of us. One look at you, and one look at me, and some are obvious. Me, a world-class athlete, battle-tested with the scars to prove it, a title lineage second to no one in this sport. You...well, what are you, exactly?”
“A CW original to be sure...but there are an awful lot of hood rats in Cali these days. And I know a hood rat when I see one, because in what seems a lifetime gone by I made the mistake of dating someone who took pride in the term.”
“The tried-and-true warrior, against a child, his mouth full of aluminum foil, running around with a cosplaying male given to whims of fantasy he'll never fulfill.”
“Just one difference between us, but an important one.”
“There's another. One that's obvious to all but, perhaps, you.”
“You see Brady, you may be an exclusive talent. You may well be someone CW was built upon. But every foundation laid holds up the improvements that are on it, those features that make the building stand out an attract eyes to it.”
“You're the drab, boring, nearly forgettable stone that holds up folks like me, the magnificent architecture that attracts viewers and helps make all of us happy for payday.”
“In terms of appearance alone, Brady…there is no comparison. You're...you…while I'm a finely tuned athlete, and now actress and model. People turn their faces from you to see me.”
“Now, I'll grant you that's a pretty vain, even cruel, thing to say. Thing about the truth, though is sometimes it really, really hurts.”
“One more difference I'll point out for you...and, frankly, it's the most damning of them all.”
“You even said it yourself.”
“You don't belong in the ring with me. You do nothing but prove me right when you try to call me down on that, because it's true...and far more so than just on paper, Brady.”
“I've been around the world, taking on and beating some of the best, while you've been content to stay in your familiar spot, collecting paychecks and having mild success. You never attempted to branch out, to test yourself, push yourself beyond your limits to see what you could truly do.”
“So you rail against me, a thinly veiled spat of jealousy that I've done things about which you can only dream.”
“You talk about being selfish wanting this title...and hell yes it was. It's supposed to be. But don't think for a second that I don't wear it with pride.”
“I may not have been here from the jump, but I'm damn sure here now, Brady...and the last difference I'll bring up is the one that galls you the most.”
“I was asked to come to CW. I was sought out for the very reasons you hate me, recruited for all the reasons you like to the people about me.’
“That really gets under your skin doesn't it? That instead of turning to someone like you to help push this company into the stars, they found someone already capable of getting it there just by signing her to a contract.”
“It sticks in your craw that I've been embraced by the CW fans, a love I happily return to them, that while you were simply accepted, I was chosen.”
“That’s why you’ve tried all your pathetic little mind games, tried to knock me off my game, attacked my wife. You’re insulted that the places you always hoped you’d be able to take California Wrestling, I took them the moment I signed my contract.”
“You’re a petulant little baby, hoping that throwing a temper tantrum and acting like a junior high bully is going to get you what you want.”
“Let me assure you, Brady...all you’re getting at No Love Lost is the beating your parents should have given you.”
“Because for all the things about me you hate, the thing you hate the most is that I have the title you feel like you are owed. The only thing you’re owed is an ass kicking.”
“Come No Love Lost, you’re getting it.”
“Get ready, Brady. You asked for this.”
“You asked me to…”
“RELEASE.”
“THE.”
“PANIC.”
Samantha grinned wickedly at the camera, then turned and walked out of the camera shot.
