Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 2:32:05 GMT
analogies and shopping [vendetta ii]For most women, shopping is mostly one of the things girls do best. Thus, we find our subject in front of a minimalist display of purses. The "Coach" logo hangs directly above the label, with "& Disney" in the famous stylized script Walt Disney made famous. Our purplish-pink haired Transglobal Spectacle stands with her feet apart, her arms crossed, and her eyes focused on the display. An entirely black Mickey Mouse sits next to an absolutely beautiful red leather bag with the emblem of Mickey emblazoned in one area. Next to that, a black one of the same type.
Decadent and expensive – two things Aaron absolutely hated.
Yes, with garish hair color, and elaborate make-up, perhaps you could say the twenty-seven year old enjoyed showing off herself entirely. But truly, she had always been the girl-next-door-emo-kid with some kind of penchant for ignoring the “girl” code. Her makeup, although beautiful, wasn’t the expensive shit you bought at Ulta. Her heels were expensive, but you’d rarely see her in them. She wore jeans and shorts from Wal-Mart that she embellished herself with rips and slashes. Her t-shirts were Hot Topic-related, and only bought on clearance.
Aaron and Raven were complete opposites. And that was what was going to make this match.
“For fuck’s sake, Aaron, pick one and let’s go.” Her shopping partner of the day was Genevie. She was in Tacoma this week, and since it was literally mushed together with Seattle, they couldn’t pass up a shopping date. She, of course, was definitely more ostentatiously dressed.
“I don’t know if I want the red one, or the black one.”
“They’re both Coach and Disney. Does it matter?”
“Yes.” Aaron leaned forward and inspected the bags visually. “This one . . . this one is like Raven,” she pointed at the bag. “Look at it. It’s vibrant, it’s healthy. The material it’s created out of is intense, like it could withstand a beating and still look awesome.”
“Are you . . . analogizing here? Right now? Seriously?”
“Absolutely. You see, if I were to pick up this bag, I would see Raven herself. Judging from her other matches that I binge watched for fifteen minutes last night, Miss MacDemare can get shit on by anyone, and in the end, she still probably would stand up to get some more. But, it lacks depth. It lacks skill. It’s new.”
“How can the fucking bag have skill?”
“It doesn’t, but Raven does. Or a lack there of anyway.” She sighed, and pointed at it. “Raven is seriously like this bag. It has character, and exists in a line that obviously has done well for many, many years. Coach is like royalty in the world, and Raven is the daughter of a former wrestler, thus she could be seen as royalty. Or at least, she acts like it.”
“But me . . .” she set the bag down, and looked at the black one. “This one screams experience. It says it’s owner has been through a lot throughout their life, and that they know what they’re doing. Speed or not, skill is the true dominance. Technique is the true dominance. You can have a little less constitution and willpower to stick through something, but be stronger in the skills that make you a wrestler, and win. Now, like this wonderful bag that I’m now going to buy, I’ve definitely gotten more skill than this newcomer. Of course I have that. I’ve been doing this shit longer. My technique has grown, and though I could probably be better, it’s still more elevated. Hell, I’ve got better focus, and intelligence when it comes to this sport. Needless to say, she may be able to take a beating, but I’m able to win this simply because I’m experienced. I might get tired quicker, but I’ll kick my foot so far up he—"
“Aaron.” Though Gen would say it, Aaron never would.
“Sorry.” She amends. “I want this to be a lesson for her. I want her and her little Bubbles to realize that it doesn’t get easier just because she ends up facing another female. I will stomp her, but it’s not in anger, or retaliation. She will have a match, a chance to learn. But she won’t prevail. That’s the bottom line.”
“’Because Stone Cold said so’?”
“Shut up, Gen.”
FIN
