Post by Wren on Jul 23, 2012 19:19:23 GMT -5
Her words are whispered, just barely enough to be heard. She glances out around the corner, and watches as a man steps out into the sunlight. She doesn't care about the other people around her, she doesn't care about them or their problems... that's not why she's here. She's not watching the street, she's watching the man.
People have hated me for a long time. It's the price you have to pay for showing your opponents that they're not nearly as good as they think they are. Usually it's just random harsh feelings toward me and tough words because admitting what really bothers them would mean they'd also have to admit their own shortcomings. Just listen to them. Carr is weak and he knows it. He's a big man with a big ego...and that's all. Strip away the facade and what you're left with is...nothing. He knows it and he knows I know it too. Forget the words, just look into his eyes and you can see the fear. He's already been beaten by me once and he knows it's going to happen again. Look into his eyes and you can see he doesn't know what to do. He's already looking for excuses and that's good because when I'm done...he's going to need them. Then you have Leon Roberts. He's hardly worth mentioning but I will. For some reason Leon is convinced I'm a transvestite. That is such a pedestrian insult that it just makes me chuckle. I've been hearing that for 12 years. When they can't figure out what to do against me, they start calling me a transvestite. I'll tell you Leon what I tell everyone else. You better hope I'm not. Getting your ass handed to you by a talented female professional wrestler is one thing...getting your ass handed to you by a guy in a dress is quite another. You tell me which one you want to have to explain to people. Then there's your fascination with my daddy, I swear between Leon's obsession with trannies and an old man with a tiny pecker I think he ought to get rid of Demonica, quit wrestling and start charging quarters at the local glory hole. Leon, you're another one that is all bark and no bite. Keep playing your games Roberts because at King of the Ring, the games over for you and you're going to find out just why they don't just call me a bitch. You're going to find out why they call me THE bitch. You think you know me Leon? A few more days and you'll find out exactly how wrong you've been.
Continuing to watch the man, her eyes bore into him as she continues to speak in a husky whisper.
And Sigmund the Cerebral. My first opponent at King of the Ring. Do you know something? I've barely noticed you Sigmund... I find you to be less than exciting. I'm not a fan. I don't follow your career. I don't care who you are. And I'm sure that admission bugs you. Oh you would never admit it but it does. You're obviously used to people giving you praise simply because you are who you are... but I'm one of the few that stops to wonder just what you've actually done to deserve any fame. And it's a simple answer...
... Sigmund has done nothing.
You can't deny it... the wins on your record are there simply because you bought them. You paid your thugs for a winning record and that's what you've gotten. You haven't earned a thing on your own. It is recorded in history. I'm sure that this time is different... I'm sure that this time though you will be entering the King of the Ring with the most noble of intentions.
Wren snorts in derision.
But, we both know what you are. We both know how your run here in the GWE is going to go. You're going to play silly games and try to intimidate everyone with big words, you'll use every loophole you can find to survive...but in the end, you'll crumble and fade away just like they all do .That's just how it will work Sigmund. You know it, I know it, the fans know it... it might not be next month, and it might not be till a year from now. But... it will happen.
Sigmund will grow boring...that's already begun to happen. You will go hide in a dark corner somewhere and you're going to fade into nothingness, not even leaving a bad memory for the wrestling world to remember you by. And, while all of that is happening... Wren SilverPhoenix will still be standing strong... and I will still be winning titles... and I will still rule the sport.
Because that's what I do.
Once again, he glances around the corner, and now, the man is moving slowly closer to her position. As Wren watches, she recognizes the man as the person she was hoping to find here... a man by the name of Paul Shiller, friend and business associate of Sigmund the Cerebral.
Sigmund... I am going to do you a favor. I'm going to do all of my opponents a favor. Since the moment I've stepped into the GWE, you've all watched me with jealousy boiling up inside. You've hated me because I'm better than you could ever hope to be. You hate me for purely selfish reasons... I've never done anything to you, but you hate me anyway.
Well, today... I'm going to give you a reason to hate Wren SilverPhoenix.
See, I don't like to be hated for no reason, Sigmund. I want to earn it. When somebody stands around, and says 'I really HATE that bitch Wren, I want the world to know that I took something precious from them, something that they'll never be able to get back. When I'm through, you'll realize that every bit of anger you feel toward me now, was fake. I'll show you what true hate... what true anger, does to a person.You will hate me... I'll make sure of it.
Another quick glance around the corner shows that Paul Shiller is now headed towards her, oblivious to what lies ahead. Wren smiles slightly as the man gets nearer.
And it starts with this.
As Paul Shiller rounds the corner, Wren steps out, and 'accidentally' bumps into him.
Oh, sorry, didn't see you there.
Wren keeps a hand on Paul, making sure he doesn't fall over. She nods apologetically to Paul Shiller, and then leaves quickly, before the guy can say anything. As he rounds the corner, Wren casts a last glance at the retreating form of Paul Shiller... taped to the man's back, right between the shoulder blades, is a sheet of white paper. On it, in large black letters, are the words:
Nobody is safe.
-Wren SilverPhoenix
Wren smiles wolfishly as she mimes strapping the GWE heavyweight title around her waist and then slowly walks away.
People have hated me for a long time. It's the price you have to pay for showing your opponents that they're not nearly as good as they think they are. Usually it's just random harsh feelings toward me and tough words because admitting what really bothers them would mean they'd also have to admit their own shortcomings. Just listen to them. Carr is weak and he knows it. He's a big man with a big ego...and that's all. Strip away the facade and what you're left with is...nothing. He knows it and he knows I know it too. Forget the words, just look into his eyes and you can see the fear. He's already been beaten by me once and he knows it's going to happen again. Look into his eyes and you can see he doesn't know what to do. He's already looking for excuses and that's good because when I'm done...he's going to need them. Then you have Leon Roberts. He's hardly worth mentioning but I will. For some reason Leon is convinced I'm a transvestite. That is such a pedestrian insult that it just makes me chuckle. I've been hearing that for 12 years. When they can't figure out what to do against me, they start calling me a transvestite. I'll tell you Leon what I tell everyone else. You better hope I'm not. Getting your ass handed to you by a talented female professional wrestler is one thing...getting your ass handed to you by a guy in a dress is quite another. You tell me which one you want to have to explain to people. Then there's your fascination with my daddy, I swear between Leon's obsession with trannies and an old man with a tiny pecker I think he ought to get rid of Demonica, quit wrestling and start charging quarters at the local glory hole. Leon, you're another one that is all bark and no bite. Keep playing your games Roberts because at King of the Ring, the games over for you and you're going to find out just why they don't just call me a bitch. You're going to find out why they call me THE bitch. You think you know me Leon? A few more days and you'll find out exactly how wrong you've been.
Continuing to watch the man, her eyes bore into him as she continues to speak in a husky whisper.
And Sigmund the Cerebral. My first opponent at King of the Ring. Do you know something? I've barely noticed you Sigmund... I find you to be less than exciting. I'm not a fan. I don't follow your career. I don't care who you are. And I'm sure that admission bugs you. Oh you would never admit it but it does. You're obviously used to people giving you praise simply because you are who you are... but I'm one of the few that stops to wonder just what you've actually done to deserve any fame. And it's a simple answer...
... Sigmund has done nothing.
You can't deny it... the wins on your record are there simply because you bought them. You paid your thugs for a winning record and that's what you've gotten. You haven't earned a thing on your own. It is recorded in history. I'm sure that this time is different... I'm sure that this time though you will be entering the King of the Ring with the most noble of intentions.
Wren snorts in derision.
But, we both know what you are. We both know how your run here in the GWE is going to go. You're going to play silly games and try to intimidate everyone with big words, you'll use every loophole you can find to survive...but in the end, you'll crumble and fade away just like they all do .That's just how it will work Sigmund. You know it, I know it, the fans know it... it might not be next month, and it might not be till a year from now. But... it will happen.
Sigmund will grow boring...that's already begun to happen. You will go hide in a dark corner somewhere and you're going to fade into nothingness, not even leaving a bad memory for the wrestling world to remember you by. And, while all of that is happening... Wren SilverPhoenix will still be standing strong... and I will still be winning titles... and I will still rule the sport.
Because that's what I do.
Once again, he glances around the corner, and now, the man is moving slowly closer to her position. As Wren watches, she recognizes the man as the person she was hoping to find here... a man by the name of Paul Shiller, friend and business associate of Sigmund the Cerebral.
Sigmund... I am going to do you a favor. I'm going to do all of my opponents a favor. Since the moment I've stepped into the GWE, you've all watched me with jealousy boiling up inside. You've hated me because I'm better than you could ever hope to be. You hate me for purely selfish reasons... I've never done anything to you, but you hate me anyway.
Well, today... I'm going to give you a reason to hate Wren SilverPhoenix.
See, I don't like to be hated for no reason, Sigmund. I want to earn it. When somebody stands around, and says 'I really HATE that bitch Wren, I want the world to know that I took something precious from them, something that they'll never be able to get back. When I'm through, you'll realize that every bit of anger you feel toward me now, was fake. I'll show you what true hate... what true anger, does to a person.You will hate me... I'll make sure of it.
Another quick glance around the corner shows that Paul Shiller is now headed towards her, oblivious to what lies ahead. Wren smiles slightly as the man gets nearer.
And it starts with this.
As Paul Shiller rounds the corner, Wren steps out, and 'accidentally' bumps into him.
Oh, sorry, didn't see you there.
Wren keeps a hand on Paul, making sure he doesn't fall over. She nods apologetically to Paul Shiller, and then leaves quickly, before the guy can say anything. As he rounds the corner, Wren casts a last glance at the retreating form of Paul Shiller... taped to the man's back, right between the shoulder blades, is a sheet of white paper. On it, in large black letters, are the words:
Nobody is safe.
-Wren SilverPhoenix
Wren smiles wolfishly as she mimes strapping the GWE heavyweight title around her waist and then slowly walks away.