Who?
May 11, 2015 7:14:45 GMT -5
Post by pimp on May 11, 2015 7:14:45 GMT -5
“Redemption.” Nest grins almost maniacally. Leaning against the tree, Nest ponders that word before slightly shrugging. “I’ve come to find that it’s one of the most overused words in pro wrestling. Everyone wants redemption. People like being able to look back on their failures...and with comfort say they overcame them.”
Nest tilts his head. “Prince Macrear...we meet again.”
“You want redemption for losing your streak to a man who did nothing but disrespect you. You think that taking that aggression out on me will somehow mitigate this?” Nest chuckles a bit to himself. “Quite honestly, I’m shocked at your weakness. Someone who’s been between the ropes and as talented as you are shouldn’t allow your guard to fall so quickly.”
Nest strokes his beard. “Now I know what you’re thinking. Surely I should be looking for the same redemption against you. You’re the only person who has managed to defeat me in my career. How? I’m not entirely sure but that feat becomes all the more special as I continue to establish Lion’s Den as my nest.” Nest reaches up and snatches a branch off of the tree. “Unfortunately, I’m not going into this match dwelling on what happened last time. I’m going into this match happy I get another chance to beat a man into you.”
Nest chuckles.
“The Princess who spends more time comparing his competition by looks rather than by talent. I take the elementary name calling, the glitter, the rump shakes, all of it. I take all of that crap from you, and yet I still manage to take you seriously as a competitor...it’s all part of your game.” Nest cracks a smile. “I don’t even think you’re as flamboyant as you let on and when I consider your physical inferiority to the real professionals of this business, it makes sense why so many smaller wrestlers resort to playing mind games.”
Nest leans back against the tree. “Apparently that gives some sort of advantage. But Prince Macrear won’t have that advantage against me, this time. All it took was a picture of my ugly mug to make you irate. Something about me gets under your skin, and while I’m not sure exactly what it is, I want you to know that I see fear in the eyes of your selfies. And it’s gorgeous.”
“I smell fear whenever your Paris Hilton eau de toilette lingers the locker room during Pride shows. As talented as you are, you aren’t confident and it showed when you faced that greek guy whose name I will not bother pronouncing.” Nest points out. “You knew it was only a matter of time before LDFC started telling the same story about your career that HKW did...and it scared you. You became so consumed with losing your streak, that you spent your time in the ring trying not to lose as opposed to win.”
Nest shakes his head. “Well there lies the difference between the two of us and it isn’t my lack of a six pack or goldylocks. I don’t fight to survive anymore. I fight to win and that’s exactly what I’m gonna keep on doing. I don’t go in with any kind of gameplan, because that all changes once you get elbowed in the jaw. My opponents won’t be underestimated because their looks or their socioeconomic status. Everyone bleeds and everyone falls, Nest assured.”
Nest grins.
“So who are you to judge on who’s who?” Nest lifts his head up from the tree, once again tilting his head. “And who the hell is who?”
Nest tilts his head. “Prince Macrear...we meet again.”
“You want redemption for losing your streak to a man who did nothing but disrespect you. You think that taking that aggression out on me will somehow mitigate this?” Nest chuckles a bit to himself. “Quite honestly, I’m shocked at your weakness. Someone who’s been between the ropes and as talented as you are shouldn’t allow your guard to fall so quickly.”
Nest strokes his beard. “Now I know what you’re thinking. Surely I should be looking for the same redemption against you. You’re the only person who has managed to defeat me in my career. How? I’m not entirely sure but that feat becomes all the more special as I continue to establish Lion’s Den as my nest.” Nest reaches up and snatches a branch off of the tree. “Unfortunately, I’m not going into this match dwelling on what happened last time. I’m going into this match happy I get another chance to beat a man into you.”
Nest chuckles.
“The Princess who spends more time comparing his competition by looks rather than by talent. I take the elementary name calling, the glitter, the rump shakes, all of it. I take all of that crap from you, and yet I still manage to take you seriously as a competitor...it’s all part of your game.” Nest cracks a smile. “I don’t even think you’re as flamboyant as you let on and when I consider your physical inferiority to the real professionals of this business, it makes sense why so many smaller wrestlers resort to playing mind games.”
Nest leans back against the tree. “Apparently that gives some sort of advantage. But Prince Macrear won’t have that advantage against me, this time. All it took was a picture of my ugly mug to make you irate. Something about me gets under your skin, and while I’m not sure exactly what it is, I want you to know that I see fear in the eyes of your selfies. And it’s gorgeous.”
“I smell fear whenever your Paris Hilton eau de toilette lingers the locker room during Pride shows. As talented as you are, you aren’t confident and it showed when you faced that greek guy whose name I will not bother pronouncing.” Nest points out. “You knew it was only a matter of time before LDFC started telling the same story about your career that HKW did...and it scared you. You became so consumed with losing your streak, that you spent your time in the ring trying not to lose as opposed to win.”
Nest shakes his head. “Well there lies the difference between the two of us and it isn’t my lack of a six pack or goldylocks. I don’t fight to survive anymore. I fight to win and that’s exactly what I’m gonna keep on doing. I don’t go in with any kind of gameplan, because that all changes once you get elbowed in the jaw. My opponents won’t be underestimated because their looks or their socioeconomic status. Everyone bleeds and everyone falls, Nest assured.”
Nest grins.
“So who are you to judge on who’s who?” Nest lifts his head up from the tree, once again tilting his head. “And who the hell is who?”