Dont Know Who You’re Messing With vs. Douglas, Thomas (RP 3)
Sept 3, 2016 11:58:52 GMT
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Don’t Know Who You’re Messing With
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Little girls trying to play big, bad scary wolf. I am no little piggie. I am not destroying a little dollie either to show how disasterful I am. Bitch please you say? How you please… and thank you… are things that you will be saying after you are put down like the weak opponent that you are.
It is funny, because we have NEVER seen anyone like you before. No one has, in the history of man and beast. You are one-of-a-kind. You are like a unicorn. You claim to be unique, and yet your little schtick is as unoriginal as the endless remakes of the horror movies that you look like you’ve jumped out from.
You can see through my bullshit and swagger, but you see through that thick ass makeup that you’ve been wearing since school trying to be this really deep goth girl? I bet you love death metal too, right? Fingernails black?
See I am who I am. I am a multi-generational athlete that is here to compete and become the best. You can say that I am not that; that's your problem, not mine.
I won't be the first... to beat you. And I won’t be the last. See… the thing is you’ve sat here and talked about how you are scary. You are special and unique. Nothing is like you, you beast.
Is that beast inside of you an NCAA Champion? Can you bench 230 pounds? How about a 30.5 inch vertical leap? My body is not average, nor is it bullshit. Genetics and hard training have helped me become The Legacy. That is something that not even you can argue with. A five foot ten inch girl that weighs 160 pounds, probably soaking wet, is going to bloody me and break my bones? Get real Emma. You are the one telling the lies, and with this whole facade of yours. Come at me like you are real, that is all that I am asking.
If you do, we know that your little black skies attitude is a farce. If you don’t, you are more fake. Or…. bear with me… you are scared. You're a scared little girl under all of that makeup and hate. I hope that you bring everything that you have because I'd feel like having to make you look any worse than you do already.
And Arthur Thomas… it's a shame that you are looking like you're punking out for our little match. Maybe you’ll show? Maybe you won’t? It won’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You can save some face and just hide in whatever little hole are find. I can’t blame you, being outmatched and all. I’m fairly sure that management had no where to book you and threw you in here.
The Legacy has his path clear in front of him... towards success.
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OFF CAMERA
Zachary Knight is sitting at the dinner table. His mother sits across from him. There is a third plate at the end of the table.
“Ma, do you need to keep setting that place? He isn’t coming back.”
“What did I tell you about proper English?”
“Fine! He is not coming back, mother dear.”
She slaps him on the hand.
“You know that it is disrespectful to speak so ill of the dead.”
“It has been three years, mom.”
“Still. Eat your dinner, it is getting cold.”
He begins to eat, cutting into the steak and potatoes.
“You handle that Sam girl yet?”
“Not yet mother. I am working on it. She will pay for running grandfather’s business into the ground. And sullying his name.”
“Good. Now finish up eating. I’ve made pie.”
“But I am trying to stay in shape.”
“Nonsense. You are a growing boy.”
“Man.”
He sighs and continues to eat. After his father passed away, things have been rough and taking a toll on his mother. She never quite grieved; and he never saw her cry. She held it all together, and did it elegantly. She is more prim and proper than she needed to be, often being more high class than she actually was. She tried to force this behavior on Zach, but it truly was not who he was. He wanted out of the whole thing, but felt in debt to his mother and her wishes.
Don’t Know Who You’re Messing With
*****
ON CAMERA
Little girls trying to play big, bad scary wolf. I am no little piggie. I am not destroying a little dollie either to show how disasterful I am. Bitch please you say? How you please… and thank you… are things that you will be saying after you are put down like the weak opponent that you are.
It is funny, because we have NEVER seen anyone like you before. No one has, in the history of man and beast. You are one-of-a-kind. You are like a unicorn. You claim to be unique, and yet your little schtick is as unoriginal as the endless remakes of the horror movies that you look like you’ve jumped out from.
You can see through my bullshit and swagger, but you see through that thick ass makeup that you’ve been wearing since school trying to be this really deep goth girl? I bet you love death metal too, right? Fingernails black?
See I am who I am. I am a multi-generational athlete that is here to compete and become the best. You can say that I am not that; that's your problem, not mine.
I won't be the first... to beat you. And I won’t be the last. See… the thing is you’ve sat here and talked about how you are scary. You are special and unique. Nothing is like you, you beast.
Is that beast inside of you an NCAA Champion? Can you bench 230 pounds? How about a 30.5 inch vertical leap? My body is not average, nor is it bullshit. Genetics and hard training have helped me become The Legacy. That is something that not even you can argue with. A five foot ten inch girl that weighs 160 pounds, probably soaking wet, is going to bloody me and break my bones? Get real Emma. You are the one telling the lies, and with this whole facade of yours. Come at me like you are real, that is all that I am asking.
If you do, we know that your little black skies attitude is a farce. If you don’t, you are more fake. Or…. bear with me… you are scared. You're a scared little girl under all of that makeup and hate. I hope that you bring everything that you have because I'd feel like having to make you look any worse than you do already.
And Arthur Thomas… it's a shame that you are looking like you're punking out for our little match. Maybe you’ll show? Maybe you won’t? It won’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You can save some face and just hide in whatever little hole are find. I can’t blame you, being outmatched and all. I’m fairly sure that management had no where to book you and threw you in here.
The Legacy has his path clear in front of him... towards success.
*****
OFF CAMERA
Zachary Knight is sitting at the dinner table. His mother sits across from him. There is a third plate at the end of the table.
“Ma, do you need to keep setting that place? He isn’t coming back.”
“What did I tell you about proper English?”
“Fine! He is not coming back, mother dear.”
She slaps him on the hand.
“You know that it is disrespectful to speak so ill of the dead.”
“It has been three years, mom.”
“Still. Eat your dinner, it is getting cold.”
He begins to eat, cutting into the steak and potatoes.
“You handle that Sam girl yet?”
“Not yet mother. I am working on it. She will pay for running grandfather’s business into the ground. And sullying his name.”
“Good. Now finish up eating. I’ve made pie.”
“But I am trying to stay in shape.”
“Nonsense. You are a growing boy.”
“Man.”
He sighs and continues to eat. After his father passed away, things have been rough and taking a toll on his mother. She never quite grieved; and he never saw her cry. She held it all together, and did it elegantly. She is more prim and proper than she needed to be, often being more high class than she actually was. She tried to force this behavior on Zach, but it truly was not who he was. He wanted out of the whole thing, but felt in debt to his mother and her wishes.
