Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 22:53:31 GMT
you're so smart! [vendetta i]"You know, Blake . . . I really thought I had you figured out."
Fresh off her win against Raven MacDemare on last week's Vendetta, Aaron was actually feeling pretty good. So good, she didn't even decide to go to the gym this week whatsoever. We find her sitting back, relaxing, on a reclining chair on the sand. She wears a blue bikini with red polka-dots dimpling it in places, and on her face, she wears a pair of aviator shades. The young woman is truly laid back, and the only reason you could ask is . . . why? Last week, she had all of the jitters. The upset, the nervousness -- things that she didn't often have. But with a win comes confidence, regardless of the way the match went down.
"I've watched to see what you do, what you say. Between you and," she raises her hands and air quotes, "'Ravey', I see spoiled rotten little children that shouldn't be even attempting this sport whatsoever. But at least Raven has something going for her future, or could. You? You're nothing more than a misogynistic, overindulged brat that would rather hold a frat party than a championship."
Aaron stretches out her brightly decorated arms and sits up, resting her chin on her head with a sarcastic smile plastered on her face.
"The amount of brash arrogance you show before your match is atrocious, especially for someone who never went to any form of training for this thing. You see, I read your file too -- I mean, that's not something that's so difficult to do . . . it might be for you, but I digress. While you were dicking around backstage with your blessed pops and mama dear, people like me decided to start early in training camps. I mean, I was thirteen when I started, yeah, and so was everyone else. Amazing thought! I only went up after they determined it was safe for me to do so, two years later. I won my first matches there too. I'm pretty quick, ya know. Always have been. Also, unlike boys, we get our growth spurts at an earlier age. I've been this height since I was twelve, so for those fifteen years of experience I have, it hasn't really mattered," she lets her hand flow down the sides of her torso slightly, though she continues to look bored. "I thought your intelligence was at least as quick as your speed in the ring, of which I find pretty much average."
"Additionally, I know you're just so upset about how you just had to come into my match and protect Raven. What I did was teach the both of you a lesson. I delivered the The Infection just because I think Raven needed to know how actually getting taken down by an actual wrestling move. You? You should be extremely grateful I only went after your dick, because when it comes time for Thursday next week . . . well, you're going to be wishing I just continued to wreck your babymaker."
"I've watched your matches. You got a pinfall on King because you got in a lucky kick to his chin. Anyone goes down for that. The greatest thing here? I'm so much shorter than you! Can't do that, because it'd be a down shot, and that would be my chest. I tend to get up after those things. You got a one up on Zero too . . . but that's only after you performed miserably for the most of your match and again, got in a lucky shot. Too bad I'm too fast for you, too bad I get more air than you, and too bad I can endure more than you. Sucks to be you, bruh."
She leans back in her lounge chair, and drags her fingers through the sand, smiling ever so slightly. Her favorite fighters were the assholes that put her down.
"I find it great that you have a dream, and maybe one day, you'll actually do something with it. I'm so glad that you decided to jump into this just because you can lift weights. Clap, clap . . . clap, clap, clap. But I put you down because you think you can do something without formal training. Some of us weren't raised in this business. Some of us had to fight for it. And me? I'm fighting for it. I would be more prepared than you have been for your other matches. Otherwise, you're gonna go down pretty fast. See you soon, Bubbles."
END.
