Garcia Vega
Feb 28, 2015 19:00:44 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Feb 28, 2015 19:00:44 GMT -5
Rainy midnight in the middle of nowhere, Nest sits calmly in the branch of a thick tree. He's wearing nothing by flannel and black jeans. He looks up and smirks, not caring about the rainfall showering him.
"MacRear...literally sounds like a shitty Mickey D's sandwich. Just had to put that out there. But this is my first opponent? Not to sound very picky or anything, but my stigma for wrestlers were always men with some kind of build who were...well men. I guess this will be the very first lesson I'm taught at Lion's Den; something I see very apparent on FGA's mainstream shows and other places in this business...I may end up on the opposite side of the ring from a female."
Nest laughs.
"Now lady wrestlers, such as MacRear, please don't chew my head off. I'm not saying women can't be just as good if not better in the ring than men, I'm just saying I was raised not to lay my hands on a woman. Now MacRear girl just know that since this is wrestling and management sees no issues with pitting us against each other despite clear gender differences, I have to throw all the gentlemen rules of chivalry out the window. I'm trying to do what I have to do in this place to possibly make something of myself, just as you should."
"Aside from gender, we do have some shit in common man. Even though you got sort of a career going already, you wouldn't be here where I am if you didn't have something to learn. Which is why I'm not so sure why you talk to me as if I'm inferior to you. You make me feel like you've been in the game a solid ten plus years, doing me a favor by facing me."
"Make no mistake about it Princess, I may be a hairy, scary bear, but I'm actually a leveled, mellow guy that loves to joke and screw around from time to time. The mistake people make is that they see me as some sort of gentle giant. A guy who wouldn't really hurt someone, just would rather stay out the way and avoid conflict. I have a high tolerance for a lot of shit except self-entitled prima donnas who look down to me as if my presence is an inconvenience to them. That's blatant disrespect and all that's going to get you is a boot to the goddamn jaw my friend."
"Now it would be easy for me to sit here and talk about how much of a failure your career has been. I could bring up your atrocious record in Hard Knox Wrestling and how you're just pretty much there filling space...but I won't. Because while all of that's true, it's still a shit ton more than anything I've gotten close to doing. You've been on national television, you even have an internet cult-following. I'm lucky if my my folks bring me something back when they come home with food."
"I'm truthfully nowhere near your level, but the fact that the people at Lion's Den see me fit enough to test the waters against someone proven in the business like yourself...I can't complain one bit. And I won't let the good folks at Lion's Den down. I don't get many of these things so you bet your ass I'm not letting this opportunity to prove myself against an established diva go to shit. Get ready princess."
He winks, jumping down from the tree and walking off in the distance.
"MacRear...literally sounds like a shitty Mickey D's sandwich. Just had to put that out there. But this is my first opponent? Not to sound very picky or anything, but my stigma for wrestlers were always men with some kind of build who were...well men. I guess this will be the very first lesson I'm taught at Lion's Den; something I see very apparent on FGA's mainstream shows and other places in this business...I may end up on the opposite side of the ring from a female."
Nest laughs.
"Now lady wrestlers, such as MacRear, please don't chew my head off. I'm not saying women can't be just as good if not better in the ring than men, I'm just saying I was raised not to lay my hands on a woman. Now MacRear girl just know that since this is wrestling and management sees no issues with pitting us against each other despite clear gender differences, I have to throw all the gentlemen rules of chivalry out the window. I'm trying to do what I have to do in this place to possibly make something of myself, just as you should."
"Aside from gender, we do have some shit in common man. Even though you got sort of a career going already, you wouldn't be here where I am if you didn't have something to learn. Which is why I'm not so sure why you talk to me as if I'm inferior to you. You make me feel like you've been in the game a solid ten plus years, doing me a favor by facing me."
"Make no mistake about it Princess, I may be a hairy, scary bear, but I'm actually a leveled, mellow guy that loves to joke and screw around from time to time. The mistake people make is that they see me as some sort of gentle giant. A guy who wouldn't really hurt someone, just would rather stay out the way and avoid conflict. I have a high tolerance for a lot of shit except self-entitled prima donnas who look down to me as if my presence is an inconvenience to them. That's blatant disrespect and all that's going to get you is a boot to the goddamn jaw my friend."
"Now it would be easy for me to sit here and talk about how much of a failure your career has been. I could bring up your atrocious record in Hard Knox Wrestling and how you're just pretty much there filling space...but I won't. Because while all of that's true, it's still a shit ton more than anything I've gotten close to doing. You've been on national television, you even have an internet cult-following. I'm lucky if my my folks bring me something back when they come home with food."
"I'm truthfully nowhere near your level, but the fact that the people at Lion's Den see me fit enough to test the waters against someone proven in the business like yourself...I can't complain one bit. And I won't let the good folks at Lion's Den down. I don't get many of these things so you bet your ass I'm not letting this opportunity to prove myself against an established diva go to shit. Get ready princess."
He winks, jumping down from the tree and walking off in the distance.