Apex Pt. 2
May 25, 2015 9:01:49 GMT -5
Post by pimp on May 25, 2015 9:01:49 GMT -5
“This little tournament, I’ve noticed, consists of only the cream of the crop. There weren’t slots available for random throw-ins as is usually the case with these things. Everyone gunning for the Apex Championship holds a rightful claim to the prize. Brody Watts, Darwin and Nem have done nothing but cause destruction to everything in their path...but even they know who the Nest belongs to in LDFC. Especially Darwin.”
Nest grins. “I’m sure you haven’t quite gotten over me beating you, and as I can see you haven’t gotten over trying to intimidate Laura Seville.” Leaning against the tree, Nest strokes his beard. “When will you leave well enough alone, dude? You’re up against a woman who has embarrassed you at almost every opportunity. Someone who has costs you matches and shares such a disdain for you that she’s going into New Generation with a head full of steam...and a heart full of motivation.”
“Oh how sweet it is. Laura, a girl who just wants to prove herself like everyone else here. Surely, going after her is a no brainer. She’s seemingly harmless…” Nest chuckles. “And that is why I sit atop of the tree. I’m not quite as naive as some of the rest of you. I know women in wrestling are like reverse sour patch candies. Sweet...sour...next thing you know she’s dancing around you on the mat blowing you kisses. If you don’t believe this to be true, watch how gracefully Laura ascends this mini-tournament.”
In the palm of Nest’s hand falls a golden finch. “She’ll climb and overcome, using her charm and conviction to outlast everyone else in her way...before she meets the Nest…” He lets go of the bird, causing it to fall straight down at a pace too quick for it to flap its wings. Nest tilts his head at the ground as the finch splashes in the soil, flapping and struggling. “Similar fate awaits the likes of Terrance Tillman.”
Nest bobs his head slowly back and forth. “You know part of me feels bad that it has all come to this. So many people who’ve worked so hard must all gun for what they want the expense of one another. You would think this was all a sideshow for spectators, a hunger game. A sadistic form of entertainment where someone has to fail for the other to succeed. Where we bleed, sweat, cry, scream, and long for the validation and approval of other human beings.”
“I’m starting to love this game...maybe a little too much.” Nest smirks. “Maybe it’s too rewarding to make bodies crumble at your feet in exchange for elements and leather, but this what I do. This has become my dwelling to the point where life before Lion’s Den is becoming a blur. I don’t go home. I train and continue to climb this tree. There has yet to be a man or a woman to step up and make the LDFC synonymous with their presence...until now.” Nest smiles. “If you don’t already know about the one who’s been the one since day one...it won’t be long before you find out.”
Nest swung around and dropped off from the tree. “Nest assured.” Screeching chirps are suddenly muffled as the one they call Nest slowly kneels down to the ground.
Nest grins. “I’m sure you haven’t quite gotten over me beating you, and as I can see you haven’t gotten over trying to intimidate Laura Seville.” Leaning against the tree, Nest strokes his beard. “When will you leave well enough alone, dude? You’re up against a woman who has embarrassed you at almost every opportunity. Someone who has costs you matches and shares such a disdain for you that she’s going into New Generation with a head full of steam...and a heart full of motivation.”
“Oh how sweet it is. Laura, a girl who just wants to prove herself like everyone else here. Surely, going after her is a no brainer. She’s seemingly harmless…” Nest chuckles. “And that is why I sit atop of the tree. I’m not quite as naive as some of the rest of you. I know women in wrestling are like reverse sour patch candies. Sweet...sour...next thing you know she’s dancing around you on the mat blowing you kisses. If you don’t believe this to be true, watch how gracefully Laura ascends this mini-tournament.”
In the palm of Nest’s hand falls a golden finch. “She’ll climb and overcome, using her charm and conviction to outlast everyone else in her way...before she meets the Nest…” He lets go of the bird, causing it to fall straight down at a pace too quick for it to flap its wings. Nest tilts his head at the ground as the finch splashes in the soil, flapping and struggling. “Similar fate awaits the likes of Terrance Tillman.”
Nest bobs his head slowly back and forth. “You know part of me feels bad that it has all come to this. So many people who’ve worked so hard must all gun for what they want the expense of one another. You would think this was all a sideshow for spectators, a hunger game. A sadistic form of entertainment where someone has to fail for the other to succeed. Where we bleed, sweat, cry, scream, and long for the validation and approval of other human beings.”
“I’m starting to love this game...maybe a little too much.” Nest smirks. “Maybe it’s too rewarding to make bodies crumble at your feet in exchange for elements and leather, but this what I do. This has become my dwelling to the point where life before Lion’s Den is becoming a blur. I don’t go home. I train and continue to climb this tree. There has yet to be a man or a woman to step up and make the LDFC synonymous with their presence...until now.” Nest smiles. “If you don’t already know about the one who’s been the one since day one...it won’t be long before you find out.”
Nest swung around and dropped off from the tree. “Nest assured.” Screeching chirps are suddenly muffled as the one they call Nest slowly kneels down to the ground.