Echo Rigby and the Rumble with Cyncity
Dec 1, 2016 10:09:50 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Dec 1, 2016 10:09:50 GMT -5
Echo Rigby walked along inside a cave somewhere, wearing a brown leather jacket and brown fedora.
“They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. Here I am, just a sweet little rock n’ roller, rolling with the changes. ‘Cause you got to keep on rolling, right? Or that stone will roll right over you, got to keep scurrying my little feet like Indiana Jones in that tunnel to stay one step ahead.”
She did a little hop and skip sidestep to avoid a particular rock on the ground.
“Here I was all geared up to face off with Prince MacRear after his little fit he threw on Peace Time With Echo Rigby, which was so uncool, man. Well I guess karma done went and paid that man a visit, because he went and got a double-stuffed infected big toe or a raging boil on his narrow behind that sent him into such a tizzy he couldn’t compete in our match at the Red Carpet Rumble. Shame too, I was gonna show him that I could tear something off far worse than a tassel from that dude’s jacket.”
She stopped and popped her collar up, tipping her cap a bit as she leaned into the stone wall.
“I guess this here’s where that old small text at the end of an event poster comes into play, right? Card subject to change. And what a change it was. I’m still fighting at the Red Carpet Rumble, and what has happened I’d dare not even call a substitution. That seems a bit degrading, and ain’t ever been my intent. What 3GW has done gone and did, and no offense to the Prince… but this here’s an upgrade. Now I’m going to be facing one of the more celebrated wrestlers you’ll ever come across. Cindy Parker… Cyncity , former FGA World Champion and PDW Tag Team Champion. Beyond all that, when she’s stepped away from the ring she’s proven to be one heck of a business woman, pulling stints as a general manager and a brand ambassador. Hell of a mother too, from what I’ve gathered. But now it seems she wants to come on back full time into that ring. Not just any ring, but right here in 3GW.”
She walked over to a rope that was hanging down and swung across a small crevice in the ground, to the other side where her guitar sat propped.
“Well Cyncity, you’re more than welcome here, as far as I’m concerned. But as the Monkees once sang about once upon a time, I’m not your stepping stone. If you think this is just a speed bump, that I’m just a pebble to be kicked aside along your comeback trail? You’ll find I fight as hard as anyone for what they feel to be the right thing to do. And if you come into 3GW seeking treasure, like a raider for the lost ark of your career, it might not be so easily cut and dry as you might think. Look around, I might be more than a pebble, I might be a boulder bearing down on you. I’m not trying to say I’m out to make this your temple of doom, but remember that girl who was only out for herself trying so hard for that Holy Grail? It ended badly for her, Cyn. Now you can choose poorly, or you can choose wisely. But go ahead and make whichever choice you want, ‘cause if you misstep then whatever treasure seeking you might be about here in 3GW might well be your last crusade.”
She strummed her guitar.
“I was never one for college, so I’m no professor or archaeologist. But I do tend to be that inquisitive sort, man. People watch, and try and figure things out based on culture and what they value. I want to make peace, but I also want to make an impact. And if I very well beat you in that ring, which I’m sure nobody in the world is expecting… I wonder if you’d even respect that, Cyn? You don’t know me but I get the feeling you don’t think much of me either way, and that’s your prerogative, all fine and dandy. I’ve traveled far and wide to get what I was after, to the foothills of North Carolina and the Hollywood Hills of California. Right now, Los Angeles is where it’s at, I’m not Jonesing for Indiana or Tucson. And if I get my hand raised against you at the Red Carpet Rumble, don’t call me a dirty hippy. Lady, you can call me Dr. Jones!”
She picked up a bullwhip on the ground and attempted to crack it, but she only managed to knock her hat off.
“Oops.”
“They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. Here I am, just a sweet little rock n’ roller, rolling with the changes. ‘Cause you got to keep on rolling, right? Or that stone will roll right over you, got to keep scurrying my little feet like Indiana Jones in that tunnel to stay one step ahead.”
She did a little hop and skip sidestep to avoid a particular rock on the ground.
“Here I was all geared up to face off with Prince MacRear after his little fit he threw on Peace Time With Echo Rigby, which was so uncool, man. Well I guess karma done went and paid that man a visit, because he went and got a double-stuffed infected big toe or a raging boil on his narrow behind that sent him into such a tizzy he couldn’t compete in our match at the Red Carpet Rumble. Shame too, I was gonna show him that I could tear something off far worse than a tassel from that dude’s jacket.”
She stopped and popped her collar up, tipping her cap a bit as she leaned into the stone wall.
“I guess this here’s where that old small text at the end of an event poster comes into play, right? Card subject to change. And what a change it was. I’m still fighting at the Red Carpet Rumble, and what has happened I’d dare not even call a substitution. That seems a bit degrading, and ain’t ever been my intent. What 3GW has done gone and did, and no offense to the Prince… but this here’s an upgrade. Now I’m going to be facing one of the more celebrated wrestlers you’ll ever come across. Cindy Parker… Cyncity , former FGA World Champion and PDW Tag Team Champion. Beyond all that, when she’s stepped away from the ring she’s proven to be one heck of a business woman, pulling stints as a general manager and a brand ambassador. Hell of a mother too, from what I’ve gathered. But now it seems she wants to come on back full time into that ring. Not just any ring, but right here in 3GW.”
She walked over to a rope that was hanging down and swung across a small crevice in the ground, to the other side where her guitar sat propped.
“Well Cyncity, you’re more than welcome here, as far as I’m concerned. But as the Monkees once sang about once upon a time, I’m not your stepping stone. If you think this is just a speed bump, that I’m just a pebble to be kicked aside along your comeback trail? You’ll find I fight as hard as anyone for what they feel to be the right thing to do. And if you come into 3GW seeking treasure, like a raider for the lost ark of your career, it might not be so easily cut and dry as you might think. Look around, I might be more than a pebble, I might be a boulder bearing down on you. I’m not trying to say I’m out to make this your temple of doom, but remember that girl who was only out for herself trying so hard for that Holy Grail? It ended badly for her, Cyn. Now you can choose poorly, or you can choose wisely. But go ahead and make whichever choice you want, ‘cause if you misstep then whatever treasure seeking you might be about here in 3GW might well be your last crusade.”
She strummed her guitar.
“I was never one for college, so I’m no professor or archaeologist. But I do tend to be that inquisitive sort, man. People watch, and try and figure things out based on culture and what they value. I want to make peace, but I also want to make an impact. And if I very well beat you in that ring, which I’m sure nobody in the world is expecting… I wonder if you’d even respect that, Cyn? You don’t know me but I get the feeling you don’t think much of me either way, and that’s your prerogative, all fine and dandy. I’ve traveled far and wide to get what I was after, to the foothills of North Carolina and the Hollywood Hills of California. Right now, Los Angeles is where it’s at, I’m not Jonesing for Indiana or Tucson. And if I get my hand raised against you at the Red Carpet Rumble, don’t call me a dirty hippy. Lady, you can call me Dr. Jones!”
She picked up a bullwhip on the ground and attempted to crack it, but she only managed to knock her hat off.
“Oops.”