Post by ZELDA on Mar 27, 2016 5:54:50 GMT
“It seems a lot of people aren’t taking me as seriously as I would have liked.”
“I mean, seriously, what is wrong with these people. It’s like they wouldn’t understand pure awesome talent if it came and just kicked them in the cods. I’m this totally kick ass independent strong willed hot blonde and nobody wants to admit that they are completely jelly of me and my soon to be long list of accomplishments. You can stick your heads in the sand people all you want, but it’s not going to mean a thing, because if you want to see it or not; I’m taking this world by storm. I’m taking this company by storm, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.”
“Yeah, that’s right, I said it. You think I’m joking? You think I’m the same Addisyn Starr that has never won a wrestling match in her life? Well yeah, I’m still technically the same person but I’ve totally changed in my perspective. I am no longer some starry eyed, bushy tailed newbie here. I’m the totally rejuvinized badass veteran who is coming in with a brand new kickass gameplan. I’m going to start kicking people’s butts and taking names. I’m going to be putting a new name on my walk of fame every week, every match, every event… until you people start giving this girl the recognition and admiration that I so rightfully deserve.”
“Just listen to this, after my last blog, I got this email from some slack jawed mouth breather named Donovan Edwards from Bristol, Connecticut. For starters, I mean jeez could he be any more of a loser… Bristol? He tells me and I quote word for word here “I am a simpleton idiot, but even I can tell that Rob Diamond is going to kick your and Steel O’Buffington’s asses! Suck it!” SERIOUSLY!? This almost too ridiculous to entertain this ignorance. This is ignorant thinking at it’s finest. I’m way hotter than Rob Diamond, I can tell you that right off the bat. That’s one point in my favor already. Look at his scruffy looking ass, you’re telling me somebody like that, a guy who looks like Billy Gibbons fucked Larry the Cable Guy is on MY level!?”
“That guy is going to be able to stand toe to toe with me? How about this, if Rob Diamond goes out and shaves that rat nest off his face and gets a total makeover, then I’ll pretend that I think he’s on my level, ok sweetheart? Then I mean lastly…. What has Rob Diamond ever done? Won some stupid matches for some stupid titles? Please. I can do that, anybody could fall ass backwards into some championships. Then lastly… what the fuck does Steel have to do with this? I’m the wrestler here, it’s my name on those cards, it’s my name in big flashing letters outside the arena. Get it out of your head that I need him to win matches, he’s just set dressing, out there to look pretty and protect me from groupies. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m going to run through this roster on my own.”
{Pictures this: A seedy nightclub, around 3 a.m. somewhere in downtown Los Angeles, now picture the hottest blonde with some of the nicest gonzagas you’ve ever seen… uhh sorry I got sidetracked there. Anyway, it’s smokey, the lights are flashing on and off rapidly and the music is way too loud for your grandpa, however amidst all this chaos this incredibly hot blonde is dancing with a couple of guys. You know what’s on their mind by the way they are looking at her shake and grind along to the lyrics of whatever modern glittery hip hop rap bullshit is playing in the background. They are almost licking their lips at the chance to pounce when suddenly a drink spills all over Addisyn’s chest. Addisyn rears back in complete shock, unable to believe somebody could have just possibly done this to her. The culprit: A less attractive, drunken, no sou,l ginger with absolutely no fashion sense what-so-ever… oh shit… it’s going down now.}
Addisyn: What the fuck ho!?
Drunky: Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…
Addisyn: Look at my blouse.. It’s probably ruined you boozed up retard! What is wrong with you!? I mean seriously what in the fuck is wrong with you!? Do you know who I am!? DO YOU!?
Drunky: Uhh… no… sorry?
{One of the pieces of eye candy dancing with Addisyn decides that he’s going to earn some brownie points by taking up for the hot piece of ass that he’s been dancing with all night. He thinks it will definitely make him look cool in her eyes… and he’s pretty much right.}
Guy 1: This is goddamn Addisyn Starr bitch! Apologize right now, and thank God that she hasn’t already put you down on your ass for this.
Drunky: I already apologi...
{Guy number two, the best friend of guy number one… but that doesn’t matter at all, sees what is going on here and decides that it is now his turn to interject his big fat mouth where it really wasn’t needed for a chance to get in this girl’s pants as well.}
Guy 2: This is the 102nd most followed person on Twitter, she probably has more facebook friends than you have freckles on your pasty as milk skin. How about you get out of here you disgusting freak
{The disgusting ginger begins to tear up, she’s drunk as hell but she can still understand the harshness of their words. She holds up her hands and begins backing away as Addisyn just points at her clothes and laughs at her. Addisyn stumbles forward… we just now notices just how drunk she has gotten off all the jello shooters she’s been fed by these two jackasses all night, but she is caught by Guy 1. Addisyn coughs and then as if just noticing again, looks down at her top.}
Addisyn: Ah man, look at this… you can see right through it… what a night to decide to not wear a bra… *giggles*, what do you guys think, is it bad?
Guy 2: Yeah, we got a private room in the back, maybe we could find something in there to at least stop it from staining though?
Guy 1: That’s a great idea, nobody would see you in there.
Addisyn: Ah, you two are so… uh… sweet, yeah that’s it, you guys *giggles*.
{Addisyn who is clearly in no state to give consent to anything is helped off the dance floor and towards the back as the two scum balls she’s with smile and wink at each other with devilish intent in their eyes. However what they don’t notice is the large muscled up bouncer watching them head towards the back. The large, mountain of a man puts his clip board down and slowly follows them. Looks like we have ourselves a gentleman on her hands… a big violent gentleman.}
“Then what’s even worse is that I’ve been hearing from this goofy ass Indonesian, Australian, Timbucktoo whatever he is gooftard all week and he hasn’t had anything to say about me at all. You would think that guy would say something about the tiny hot blond who threw his former mentor out of that ring on Sacrifice with a huge clothesline, but NO! What is he? Stupid or something? Is he one of the simple folk riding the short bus to school or something!? Look fool, I totally showed up your power top out of the ring last week, maybe you should be paying attention? Deal? You want to focus on all this other nonsense, fine… but when I send you yourself flying over that top rope in this Roulette, then don’t go whining about being blindsided or anything because I am totally here right now warning you, you are over looking me, and that is going prove to be your fatal mistake.”
“See I don’t care what has been going on before I got here, I don’t care what “angles” are set in place, becuase this is, like I’ve said, a new era. This is the beginning of something special… all your attention should be on me, the biggest threat in this match! Quit worrying about all your petty bullshit and start focusing on what’s really important here: Addisyn Starr is going to be in this Roulette!”
“It doesn’t take a rock sicentist to figure out this shit out.”
“You want to win? You want to be the next Imperial Champion? Then you need to put a big bullseye in the middle of my chest, and I’m not talking about a pearl necklace you pervs.”
“You are dismissing me because I’m a woman trying to stand up against the men. You are seeing me as a non threat because I’m a tiny little girl, and I’m not going to stand for it. My voice will be heard, my fist against your faces will be heard. I am going to step into that ring and I’m going to put my head in the lion’s mouth. I’m not scared, because at the end of the night it’s going to be my Starr that shines the brightest…”
“If you choose to take me seriously… or not.”
Addisyn: HEY! What are you… Oh hey… stop that!
{Addisyn is struggling with Douche 1 and Douche 2 as they are trying to get her to take her blouse off there on the couch. Her blood shot, barely open eyes tell a different story though, they are clearly screaming “yes, please more”... or at least that must be what D1 and D2 think. Which proves to be their big mistake when suddenly the locked door to their private room comes flying off the hinges and standing there is Steel O’Buffington.}
Steel: ...stop…
Douche 1: Who do you think you are you big sumbitch?
{Douche number one is the first up and he is quickly put right back down as Steel takes him by the back of the head and sends him flying into the wall like dart. He crumbles and falls to the floor, and Steel without feeling a single threat from these two morons turns to look at Douche #2. He looks at his friend’s bloody forehead lying on the floor and decides it is probably the best course of action to start waving the white flag. Douche 2 takes Douche 1 and drags him out the door as a wobbly Addisyn stumbles to her feet and then into the arms of Steel.}
Addisyn: Who are you?
Steel: …
{He doesn’t even get a chance to talk before she answers her own question… which is wierd because she has no idea who this is. Doesn't stop her from just making shit up off the top of her drunken head though.}
Addisyn: Steel… Steel O’Buffington.
Steel: That’s not my…
{And we fade to black right there… poor Steel O’Buffington.}
“I mean, seriously, what is wrong with these people. It’s like they wouldn’t understand pure awesome talent if it came and just kicked them in the cods. I’m this totally kick ass independent strong willed hot blonde and nobody wants to admit that they are completely jelly of me and my soon to be long list of accomplishments. You can stick your heads in the sand people all you want, but it’s not going to mean a thing, because if you want to see it or not; I’m taking this world by storm. I’m taking this company by storm, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.”
“Yeah, that’s right, I said it. You think I’m joking? You think I’m the same Addisyn Starr that has never won a wrestling match in her life? Well yeah, I’m still technically the same person but I’ve totally changed in my perspective. I am no longer some starry eyed, bushy tailed newbie here. I’m the totally rejuvinized badass veteran who is coming in with a brand new kickass gameplan. I’m going to start kicking people’s butts and taking names. I’m going to be putting a new name on my walk of fame every week, every match, every event… until you people start giving this girl the recognition and admiration that I so rightfully deserve.”
“Just listen to this, after my last blog, I got this email from some slack jawed mouth breather named Donovan Edwards from Bristol, Connecticut. For starters, I mean jeez could he be any more of a loser… Bristol? He tells me and I quote word for word here “I am a simpleton idiot, but even I can tell that Rob Diamond is going to kick your and Steel O’Buffington’s asses! Suck it!” SERIOUSLY!? This almost too ridiculous to entertain this ignorance. This is ignorant thinking at it’s finest. I’m way hotter than Rob Diamond, I can tell you that right off the bat. That’s one point in my favor already. Look at his scruffy looking ass, you’re telling me somebody like that, a guy who looks like Billy Gibbons fucked Larry the Cable Guy is on MY level!?”
“That guy is going to be able to stand toe to toe with me? How about this, if Rob Diamond goes out and shaves that rat nest off his face and gets a total makeover, then I’ll pretend that I think he’s on my level, ok sweetheart? Then I mean lastly…. What has Rob Diamond ever done? Won some stupid matches for some stupid titles? Please. I can do that, anybody could fall ass backwards into some championships. Then lastly… what the fuck does Steel have to do with this? I’m the wrestler here, it’s my name on those cards, it’s my name in big flashing letters outside the arena. Get it out of your head that I need him to win matches, he’s just set dressing, out there to look pretty and protect me from groupies. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m going to run through this roster on my own.”
{Pictures this: A seedy nightclub, around 3 a.m. somewhere in downtown Los Angeles, now picture the hottest blonde with some of the nicest gonzagas you’ve ever seen… uhh sorry I got sidetracked there. Anyway, it’s smokey, the lights are flashing on and off rapidly and the music is way too loud for your grandpa, however amidst all this chaos this incredibly hot blonde is dancing with a couple of guys. You know what’s on their mind by the way they are looking at her shake and grind along to the lyrics of whatever modern glittery hip hop rap bullshit is playing in the background. They are almost licking their lips at the chance to pounce when suddenly a drink spills all over Addisyn’s chest. Addisyn rears back in complete shock, unable to believe somebody could have just possibly done this to her. The culprit: A less attractive, drunken, no sou,l ginger with absolutely no fashion sense what-so-ever… oh shit… it’s going down now.}
Addisyn: What the fuck ho!?
Drunky: Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…
Addisyn: Look at my blouse.. It’s probably ruined you boozed up retard! What is wrong with you!? I mean seriously what in the fuck is wrong with you!? Do you know who I am!? DO YOU!?
Drunky: Uhh… no… sorry?
{One of the pieces of eye candy dancing with Addisyn decides that he’s going to earn some brownie points by taking up for the hot piece of ass that he’s been dancing with all night. He thinks it will definitely make him look cool in her eyes… and he’s pretty much right.}
Guy 1: This is goddamn Addisyn Starr bitch! Apologize right now, and thank God that she hasn’t already put you down on your ass for this.
Drunky: I already apologi...
{Guy number two, the best friend of guy number one… but that doesn’t matter at all, sees what is going on here and decides that it is now his turn to interject his big fat mouth where it really wasn’t needed for a chance to get in this girl’s pants as well.}
Guy 2: This is the 102nd most followed person on Twitter, she probably has more facebook friends than you have freckles on your pasty as milk skin. How about you get out of here you disgusting freak
{The disgusting ginger begins to tear up, she’s drunk as hell but she can still understand the harshness of their words. She holds up her hands and begins backing away as Addisyn just points at her clothes and laughs at her. Addisyn stumbles forward… we just now notices just how drunk she has gotten off all the jello shooters she’s been fed by these two jackasses all night, but she is caught by Guy 1. Addisyn coughs and then as if just noticing again, looks down at her top.}
Addisyn: Ah man, look at this… you can see right through it… what a night to decide to not wear a bra… *giggles*, what do you guys think, is it bad?
Guy 2: Yeah, we got a private room in the back, maybe we could find something in there to at least stop it from staining though?
Guy 1: That’s a great idea, nobody would see you in there.
Addisyn: Ah, you two are so… uh… sweet, yeah that’s it, you guys *giggles*.
{Addisyn who is clearly in no state to give consent to anything is helped off the dance floor and towards the back as the two scum balls she’s with smile and wink at each other with devilish intent in their eyes. However what they don’t notice is the large muscled up bouncer watching them head towards the back. The large, mountain of a man puts his clip board down and slowly follows them. Looks like we have ourselves a gentleman on her hands… a big violent gentleman.}
“Then what’s even worse is that I’ve been hearing from this goofy ass Indonesian, Australian, Timbucktoo whatever he is gooftard all week and he hasn’t had anything to say about me at all. You would think that guy would say something about the tiny hot blond who threw his former mentor out of that ring on Sacrifice with a huge clothesline, but NO! What is he? Stupid or something? Is he one of the simple folk riding the short bus to school or something!? Look fool, I totally showed up your power top out of the ring last week, maybe you should be paying attention? Deal? You want to focus on all this other nonsense, fine… but when I send you yourself flying over that top rope in this Roulette, then don’t go whining about being blindsided or anything because I am totally here right now warning you, you are over looking me, and that is going prove to be your fatal mistake.”
“See I don’t care what has been going on before I got here, I don’t care what “angles” are set in place, becuase this is, like I’ve said, a new era. This is the beginning of something special… all your attention should be on me, the biggest threat in this match! Quit worrying about all your petty bullshit and start focusing on what’s really important here: Addisyn Starr is going to be in this Roulette!”
“It doesn’t take a rock sicentist to figure out this shit out.”
“You want to win? You want to be the next Imperial Champion? Then you need to put a big bullseye in the middle of my chest, and I’m not talking about a pearl necklace you pervs.”
“You are dismissing me because I’m a woman trying to stand up against the men. You are seeing me as a non threat because I’m a tiny little girl, and I’m not going to stand for it. My voice will be heard, my fist against your faces will be heard. I am going to step into that ring and I’m going to put my head in the lion’s mouth. I’m not scared, because at the end of the night it’s going to be my Starr that shines the brightest…”
“If you choose to take me seriously… or not.”
Addisyn: HEY! What are you… Oh hey… stop that!
{Addisyn is struggling with Douche 1 and Douche 2 as they are trying to get her to take her blouse off there on the couch. Her blood shot, barely open eyes tell a different story though, they are clearly screaming “yes, please more”... or at least that must be what D1 and D2 think. Which proves to be their big mistake when suddenly the locked door to their private room comes flying off the hinges and standing there is Steel O’Buffington.}
Steel: ...stop…
Douche 1: Who do you think you are you big sumbitch?
{Douche number one is the first up and he is quickly put right back down as Steel takes him by the back of the head and sends him flying into the wall like dart. He crumbles and falls to the floor, and Steel without feeling a single threat from these two morons turns to look at Douche #2. He looks at his friend’s bloody forehead lying on the floor and decides it is probably the best course of action to start waving the white flag. Douche 2 takes Douche 1 and drags him out the door as a wobbly Addisyn stumbles to her feet and then into the arms of Steel.}
Addisyn: Who are you?
Steel: …
{He doesn’t even get a chance to talk before she answers her own question… which is wierd because she has no idea who this is. Doesn't stop her from just making shit up off the top of her drunken head though.}
Addisyn: Steel… Steel O’Buffington.
Steel: That’s not my…
{And we fade to black right there… poor Steel O’Buffington.}
Well howdy there pardner.