Post by "Proud" Katie Pride on Sept 15, 2014 20:01:47 GMT
The camera feed cuts back to a shot from earlier in the week, while Katie Pride was in Greensboro training with her Uncle Carl...
The smirk on Katie's face drops as she breathes heavily, looking her Uncle Carl in the eye.
"I have to compete in a WHAT?!"
"You're competing in a sleepwear competition with one of the male wrestlers judging your looks."
"Oh no. Oh, no, no, no, oh HELL to the no! I'm here to wrestle. I'm here to compete and to be the best, not to parade around in costumes for guys to ogle and stare at! If that's what they're after, there are plenty of sites all over the Internet where they can stare at naked women and touch themselves to their heart's content, but the wrestling ring is no place for flaunting your sexuality and no place for pajama parties."
"Be grateful it's not a bikini contest or a lingerie contest. I'd say just do it and get it over with, get your immunity back for looking good, and get on with the rest of the competition."
"Fine, but I'm not happy about it..."
...
The camera cuts back to current, with Katie Pride backstage, arms crossed and in her wrestling gear, which certainly doesn't resemble any sort of sleepwear.
"And I'm still not happy about this one bit. This company is wasting my time with this sort of garbage when I could be off competing, making a name for myself in that ring like I SHOULD BE. Nobody has ever become, a champion in the wrestling world because of their looks, and for that reason alone I'm not going to put much effort into this competition. I'll be down there in the ring for this competition, if only because I'm not going to go home by default, but don't expect me to show my body for the camera or for the judges or for the fans or for anybody else. That ain't how I do things. But you wanna know how I do what I do?"
Katie holds up three fingers.
"I get the one, two, three. I go down to that ring, I put my opponent on the mat, and I score the pin. That's IT. I make the fans love me, I make the people love me because I'm just that good in the ring, not because my chest is hanging halfway out of my gear before I even climb into the ring or because my rear end looks good in tights.
So I'll see you out there. And IWF executive staff, I don't need three fingers to tell you what I think of your stupid challenge. For that, I only need one."
But she doesn't make the gesture; she simply turns and walks away toward the locker room to change into her sleepwear.
The smirk on Katie's face drops as she breathes heavily, looking her Uncle Carl in the eye.
"I have to compete in a WHAT?!"
"You're competing in a sleepwear competition with one of the male wrestlers judging your looks."
"Oh no. Oh, no, no, no, oh HELL to the no! I'm here to wrestle. I'm here to compete and to be the best, not to parade around in costumes for guys to ogle and stare at! If that's what they're after, there are plenty of sites all over the Internet where they can stare at naked women and touch themselves to their heart's content, but the wrestling ring is no place for flaunting your sexuality and no place for pajama parties."
"Be grateful it's not a bikini contest or a lingerie contest. I'd say just do it and get it over with, get your immunity back for looking good, and get on with the rest of the competition."
"Fine, but I'm not happy about it..."
...
The camera cuts back to current, with Katie Pride backstage, arms crossed and in her wrestling gear, which certainly doesn't resemble any sort of sleepwear.
"And I'm still not happy about this one bit. This company is wasting my time with this sort of garbage when I could be off competing, making a name for myself in that ring like I SHOULD BE. Nobody has ever become, a champion in the wrestling world because of their looks, and for that reason alone I'm not going to put much effort into this competition. I'll be down there in the ring for this competition, if only because I'm not going to go home by default, but don't expect me to show my body for the camera or for the judges or for the fans or for anybody else. That ain't how I do things. But you wanna know how I do what I do?"
Katie holds up three fingers.
"I get the one, two, three. I go down to that ring, I put my opponent on the mat, and I score the pin. That's IT. I make the fans love me, I make the people love me because I'm just that good in the ring, not because my chest is hanging halfway out of my gear before I even climb into the ring or because my rear end looks good in tights.
So I'll see you out there. And IWF executive staff, I don't need three fingers to tell you what I think of your stupid challenge. For that, I only need one."
But she doesn't make the gesture; she simply turns and walks away toward the locker room to change into her sleepwear.
Well howdy there pardner.