Post by Gabriela Luna on Apr 17, 2017 4:49:46 GMT
Crash...and burn. That's all I can call what happened last week. Maybe I ain't so free of what I was dealing with as I thought. Maybe I'm still missin' a step. This week, though...I can't afford to miss a step. This week works against me. Este semana es una tormenta de mierda, and if I want my shot at Night of the Immortals I gotta sail this fucking thing to the end. I always hated boats.
Everyone into the pool, 'cause it's battle royal time! Fourteen women, no fucking brakes, screaming into Detroit like a pile of drunks trying to get home before their wives notice they're late. It's a nightmare for someone who's built for these fucking things. I don't throw people over the top rope. Half the time, I go over it on purpose. I'm five feet tall. I'm barely over a hundred pounds. The fuck am I supposed to do here? How the fuck do they expect me to deal with bitches like Maxine Valentine?
Same way I always do, I guess. Run circles around them until they can't fucking think straight, and then knock them the fuck out. Only...that's a lot of bodies to throw over the top. This ain't gonna be a solo effort. I wanna win this, I gotta be smart. I wanna win this, I gotta keep an eye on the dangerous ones in this fucker. Gotta keep moving. Gotta keep alive. Can't let anything catch up to me, otherwise it's crack-wham, adios puta, eres muriendo, mejor suerte la próxima vez. No room for fucking up.
Night of the Immortals looks real far away right now...thousand miles away. But I've been getting a feel for the road in this country. I know what it's like to drive that shit. I know the kind of work you have to put in to make it to the end of the road, and I ain't done. No no...I ain't done. Not yet. I ain't made it yet. And I don't care if I have to plow through all thirteen of you myself, I don't care if I got to pick the whole fuckin' world up on my shoulders...I'ma get the job done.
I ain't got much to say this week. Not because there ain't a lot to be said, but because this ain't the way to say it. In the ring, that fuckin' chaos, that's gonna tell a better story than I ever could with words alone. We're all gonna be scramblin' to survive, to come out on top for that chance at immortality...and I ain't lettin' immortality go yet. I wanna live. I wanna BE. I wanna spit in the eyes of Death and I want to climb high like y'all ain't ever SEEN before.
We 'bout to get it goin' real hard and real fast. Anyone who thinks they're crawlin' out of this bitch with everything they entered with...trust me, you gon' be leavin' some stuff behind. Blood, sweat, tears, all of that shit's gonna flow. Can't stop movin', or you'll be tossed aside...and trust me, señoritas, I ain't gonna stop moving until my heart stops beating. Y'all gonna have to kill me first...and you can't. Porque soy La Fénix...y soy in...mor...tal.
Let's light this shit up.
Everyone into the pool, 'cause it's battle royal time! Fourteen women, no fucking brakes, screaming into Detroit like a pile of drunks trying to get home before their wives notice they're late. It's a nightmare for someone who's built for these fucking things. I don't throw people over the top rope. Half the time, I go over it on purpose. I'm five feet tall. I'm barely over a hundred pounds. The fuck am I supposed to do here? How the fuck do they expect me to deal with bitches like Maxine Valentine?
Same way I always do, I guess. Run circles around them until they can't fucking think straight, and then knock them the fuck out. Only...that's a lot of bodies to throw over the top. This ain't gonna be a solo effort. I wanna win this, I gotta be smart. I wanna win this, I gotta keep an eye on the dangerous ones in this fucker. Gotta keep moving. Gotta keep alive. Can't let anything catch up to me, otherwise it's crack-wham, adios puta, eres muriendo, mejor suerte la próxima vez. No room for fucking up.
Night of the Immortals looks real far away right now...thousand miles away. But I've been getting a feel for the road in this country. I know what it's like to drive that shit. I know the kind of work you have to put in to make it to the end of the road, and I ain't done. No no...I ain't done. Not yet. I ain't made it yet. And I don't care if I have to plow through all thirteen of you myself, I don't care if I got to pick the whole fuckin' world up on my shoulders...I'ma get the job done.
I ain't got much to say this week. Not because there ain't a lot to be said, but because this ain't the way to say it. In the ring, that fuckin' chaos, that's gonna tell a better story than I ever could with words alone. We're all gonna be scramblin' to survive, to come out on top for that chance at immortality...and I ain't lettin' immortality go yet. I wanna live. I wanna BE. I wanna spit in the eyes of Death and I want to climb high like y'all ain't ever SEEN before.
We 'bout to get it goin' real hard and real fast. Anyone who thinks they're crawlin' out of this bitch with everything they entered with...trust me, you gon' be leavin' some stuff behind. Blood, sweat, tears, all of that shit's gonna flow. Can't stop movin', or you'll be tossed aside...and trust me, señoritas, I ain't gonna stop moving until my heart stops beating. Y'all gonna have to kill me first...and you can't. Porque soy La Fénix...y soy in...mor...tal.
Let's light this shit up.
Well howdy there pardner.