Cemetery Gates
Mar 16, 2015 17:26:54 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Mar 16, 2015 17:26:54 GMT -5
"Haha you lost to a girl!"
That was the general narrative Nest received when he informed his family (specifically his brother and cousin) of his coming up short on Lion's Den inaugural episode of Pride.
The mocking that ensued, clouded Nest's brain as he sat up against his favorite tree in the field. "I should be embarrassed for losing to a so-called guy like Prince MacRear. But surprisingly I'm not. MacRear would probably love to brag about the fact that a win over someone with absolutely zero wrestling experience is best thing he's ever done. That's fine with me, because he earned the bragging rights." He lifts his head from against the branch. "But don't think I'll let your little tricks of fuckery get over on me next time. MacRear taught me a valuable lesson about this sport. My first lesson, actually. When someone's clearly intimidated by you they're willing to go through desperate measures in the heat of battle."
Wind started to breeze causing the leaves to shake, but Nest was unmoved. "I guess it was a rookie mistake for thinking that someone who was intent on proving how much of a man he was, could actually fight me like one. Tooth and nail. But looking ahead, I now have another test against someone with not as much experience as the Princess. Parkera."
Nest grins.
"And maybe it's 'cause I was jamming to Cemetery Gates earlier but you know that sounds like it would make an epic band name."
Nest shrugs.
"Parkera, I see the type of man you are already. The disrespect you showed to Laura Seville left you eating canvas just like me at the end of the night. And I say that because I already know what you're gonna say. You're gonna talk about my lack of talent. And maybe even add in your karate background even though we all know karate is a self defense mechanism and means diddly crap in a real fight. I expect you to ironically point out me losing to a girl, downplaying the fact you lost to a real girl in a more decisive fashion."
Nest leans back against the tree.
"Really what you say doesn't matter because I'm determined to start getting some kinda return on this investment. I've been busting my ass in these training sessions, learning some pretty cool freaking moves. The Alpha Dog's been pulling me aside trying to get inside my head and ready me for what it's gonna take to succeed. It's an uphill battle but I'm fully prepared to get my ass handed to me until it starts to click. There won't be any excuses from me if Parkera pulls a fast one just like MacRear did though...and maybe I'm asking for too much here but I'm expecting the same in return." He starts to crack his neck and his knuckles.
"Because if I win it'll only be because you were outmatched and...well out punched. I won't be a wrestler that needs glitter, flaming hoops, selfie sticks and a false sense of entitlement to fight his battles. I'm gonna keep it real simple in that ring, Park. You may be bigger than you look and I won't underestimate that, but I know for damn sure I pack a heavier punch. I've seen slick talkers like you--especially the kind that can't even properly slick talk a woman--and they usually always end up eating their words, tucking their tails in more humbled than they've ever been. You're not above being humbled, Parkera. No one is."
Nest grins again.
"Nest assured."
That was the general narrative Nest received when he informed his family (specifically his brother and cousin) of his coming up short on Lion's Den inaugural episode of Pride.
The mocking that ensued, clouded Nest's brain as he sat up against his favorite tree in the field. "I should be embarrassed for losing to a so-called guy like Prince MacRear. But surprisingly I'm not. MacRear would probably love to brag about the fact that a win over someone with absolutely zero wrestling experience is best thing he's ever done. That's fine with me, because he earned the bragging rights." He lifts his head from against the branch. "But don't think I'll let your little tricks of fuckery get over on me next time. MacRear taught me a valuable lesson about this sport. My first lesson, actually. When someone's clearly intimidated by you they're willing to go through desperate measures in the heat of battle."
Wind started to breeze causing the leaves to shake, but Nest was unmoved. "I guess it was a rookie mistake for thinking that someone who was intent on proving how much of a man he was, could actually fight me like one. Tooth and nail. But looking ahead, I now have another test against someone with not as much experience as the Princess. Parkera."
Nest grins.
"And maybe it's 'cause I was jamming to Cemetery Gates earlier but you know that sounds like it would make an epic band name."
Nest shrugs.
"Parkera, I see the type of man you are already. The disrespect you showed to Laura Seville left you eating canvas just like me at the end of the night. And I say that because I already know what you're gonna say. You're gonna talk about my lack of talent. And maybe even add in your karate background even though we all know karate is a self defense mechanism and means diddly crap in a real fight. I expect you to ironically point out me losing to a girl, downplaying the fact you lost to a real girl in a more decisive fashion."
Nest leans back against the tree.
"Really what you say doesn't matter because I'm determined to start getting some kinda return on this investment. I've been busting my ass in these training sessions, learning some pretty cool freaking moves. The Alpha Dog's been pulling me aside trying to get inside my head and ready me for what it's gonna take to succeed. It's an uphill battle but I'm fully prepared to get my ass handed to me until it starts to click. There won't be any excuses from me if Parkera pulls a fast one just like MacRear did though...and maybe I'm asking for too much here but I'm expecting the same in return." He starts to crack his neck and his knuckles.
"Because if I win it'll only be because you were outmatched and...well out punched. I won't be a wrestler that needs glitter, flaming hoops, selfie sticks and a false sense of entitlement to fight his battles. I'm gonna keep it real simple in that ring, Park. You may be bigger than you look and I won't underestimate that, but I know for damn sure I pack a heavier punch. I've seen slick talkers like you--especially the kind that can't even properly slick talk a woman--and they usually always end up eating their words, tucking their tails in more humbled than they've ever been. You're not above being humbled, Parkera. No one is."
Nest grins again.
"Nest assured."