Is She Angered?
Dec 2, 2020 12:01:00 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Dec 2, 2020 12:01:00 GMT -5
Oh hey look, technology. I had to find a camera for this old computer in my luxurious house in… well, it doesn’t matter where I am. Undisclosed Location, North America. Somebody hit that early 2000’s janky guitar riff. Hey look at me… I’m not Johnny Knoxville, but according to a great many I AM a jackass; stubborn, unpredictable… not prone to fall in line even when beaten. I been encouraged to work the room for FGA and when I saw a certain video go up on the company website I figure it’s time to hype shit, so here’s some stink you can call Frontier Grappling Farts.
So let’s see… where to begin. Wow, tell me how you really feel about me, Izzy. My girl’s ugly? Pfft. Surprised you didn’t go down the ‘Yo Momma So Fat’ road. I’m almost sorta honored that me coming back and getting booked in a match with you is the reason for another of your diatribes. Almost. Now you out here busting dire soliloquys like the award winning actor of stage and screen that comparatively speaking, you most certainly are in this profession, Izzy Anders. But let’s make one thing abundantly clear: you have only ever held a bit part in my life at best; a walk on, an extra, but sooo extra.
You never liked me from the jump, even in the good times when Artemis and I were happy as clams. I can’t even count the number of times I would leave a room to skirt an unpleasant scene, to avoid your beady eyed stare and scowl. Maybe that is a big failing on my part, always avoiding uncomfortable situations when possible. Then anyway. Deep down you never thought I was good enough for Artemis.
So what do you want to hear? I’m spoiled. I’m a candy-coated sociopath dressed up in wallflower clothing. When the camera comes on I’m a totally different person to play into the vibe of the times, seeking attention and causing a fuss. The stories are all true, Han. But I’m as cool as the other side of the pillow. You want a rise out of me? Not going to happen. You want the truth, the whole truth, and so help me Beelzebub nothing but the truth? You’re right. I never was good enough for Artemis. I was a head case, a handful, a right little shit. Naïve, arrogant… I had my head in the clouds for a paradise that was a pipe dream.
You’re fighting her battles by proxy now I guess? Trust me, we’re both better off now. She’s with the person she’s always been meant to be with. Always. I’ve known that for a while. I know a lot of things I’ve kept to myself, because it really does no good to vent on them. What’s done is done. That chapter has closed and I choose to be civil enough for my sister and her husband and their child; because that development is still family business, and you’re anything but family to me. So don’t do this for Artemis… you’re not as good a wrestler as her.
ANYWAY, thank you for the history lesson on the comings and goings of FGA. Enjoy dealing with Johnny What’s His Face on your own time. Nina damn near retired me, thanks for the reminder. Cordy is well… absolutely Cordy. Hmmm. The rest? All in due time, on my time.
This week? Try as you might to make it personal… it really isn’t for me. I reached into the cauldron and tried to find something dynamic and unique to wax and wane upon. I found a match years ago, that’s about it. But that’s then, this is now. It’s true I’m on some bullshit but it’s some magnificent bullshit. If I entertain? Great. If I annoy you? Even better. So, no this is not the butchers and you don’t carve out a pound of me flesh, dearie. But I was across the pond a bit ago visitin’ me sis, so if you’re in the mood for some dessert, Puddin’ you can suck down some spotted dick.
I’ll be on Vertigo soon enough, walking down calmly to the ring. Join me, won’t you? *Kiss*
So let’s see… where to begin. Wow, tell me how you really feel about me, Izzy. My girl’s ugly? Pfft. Surprised you didn’t go down the ‘Yo Momma So Fat’ road. I’m almost sorta honored that me coming back and getting booked in a match with you is the reason for another of your diatribes. Almost. Now you out here busting dire soliloquys like the award winning actor of stage and screen that comparatively speaking, you most certainly are in this profession, Izzy Anders. But let’s make one thing abundantly clear: you have only ever held a bit part in my life at best; a walk on, an extra, but sooo extra.
You never liked me from the jump, even in the good times when Artemis and I were happy as clams. I can’t even count the number of times I would leave a room to skirt an unpleasant scene, to avoid your beady eyed stare and scowl. Maybe that is a big failing on my part, always avoiding uncomfortable situations when possible. Then anyway. Deep down you never thought I was good enough for Artemis.
So what do you want to hear? I’m spoiled. I’m a candy-coated sociopath dressed up in wallflower clothing. When the camera comes on I’m a totally different person to play into the vibe of the times, seeking attention and causing a fuss. The stories are all true, Han. But I’m as cool as the other side of the pillow. You want a rise out of me? Not going to happen. You want the truth, the whole truth, and so help me Beelzebub nothing but the truth? You’re right. I never was good enough for Artemis. I was a head case, a handful, a right little shit. Naïve, arrogant… I had my head in the clouds for a paradise that was a pipe dream.
You’re fighting her battles by proxy now I guess? Trust me, we’re both better off now. She’s with the person she’s always been meant to be with. Always. I’ve known that for a while. I know a lot of things I’ve kept to myself, because it really does no good to vent on them. What’s done is done. That chapter has closed and I choose to be civil enough for my sister and her husband and their child; because that development is still family business, and you’re anything but family to me. So don’t do this for Artemis… you’re not as good a wrestler as her.
ANYWAY, thank you for the history lesson on the comings and goings of FGA. Enjoy dealing with Johnny What’s His Face on your own time. Nina damn near retired me, thanks for the reminder. Cordy is well… absolutely Cordy. Hmmm. The rest? All in due time, on my time.
This week? Try as you might to make it personal… it really isn’t for me. I reached into the cauldron and tried to find something dynamic and unique to wax and wane upon. I found a match years ago, that’s about it. But that’s then, this is now. It’s true I’m on some bullshit but it’s some magnificent bullshit. If I entertain? Great. If I annoy you? Even better. So, no this is not the butchers and you don’t carve out a pound of me flesh, dearie. But I was across the pond a bit ago visitin’ me sis, so if you’re in the mood for some dessert, Puddin’ you can suck down some spotted dick.
I’ll be on Vertigo soon enough, walking down calmly to the ring. Join me, won’t you? *Kiss*