The Crimson Baroness vs Bert Frisk
Jul 20, 2015 8:20:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2015 8:20:02 GMT -5
“It’s so close, I can almost taste it.” The Crimson Baroness says in a hushed tone as she reclines in her battered brown leather wingback chair, her legs crossed, dressed in her ring attire of the red leather bodysuit. In her hands, she’s holding the cane she brings to the ring with her, twirling it idly as she speaks. “Not much longer and I’ll have pulled off the greatest victory that LDFC has ever soon…”
“And I’m not talking about you, Bertykins.” She raises her head slightly in order to wink at the camera.
“Oh, that victory is coming, don’t doubt that. If for nothing more than to silence the critics who simply insist on throwing my in-ring defeats in my face. Even when they’re yet to even step in the ring…” she reference the goody two shoes that plagued her last weeks of beginner’s class training, Emily Carter, “…or even be officially added to the LDFC roster. When people take their pot shots at me to try and make themselves feel better. Because it’s their right to say what’s on their mind, no matter how wrong, shameful or hypocritical they might be…” she references Katie Kensington and their many Twitter spats, ” …or people like Hana Song who want to laud their victories over me.”
“Perhaps it’s time to step up and do something that’ll amaze and astound you all!” she gesticulates with the cane, pointing it towards the camera. “Not yet…”
“You’re not ready for it yet.”
“Before I show you all the true greatness I possess, I’ll deal with these opponents that I’m being forced to deal with. And that brings nothing but bad news for you, Frisky. Two victims who have fallen prey to The Black Adder and her venomous touch, now we’re battling it out for second place…” she pauses, shrugging slightly, “…that’s putting the silver lining on this cloud, isn’t it?”
“Second place isn’t somewhere I’m comfortable with, Bertykins, but it’s a damn sight better than getting the bronze. So, while this week may not be personal, I’m not leaving Gibsonville without a big win. Without something to silence the naysayers who are as persistent as they are incorrect. But I’ll step into that ring, outwrestle you like I know I can, Frisky, show you all that I’ve learned under the tutelage of Marcus Spikes and Chris Bond. And you’ll leave this Pride with that same doubt that’s lingered in the back of your mind ever since you decided to step into the squared circle.”
“That’s what we call the natural order of things.” She smiles for the camera before it stops recording; the smiles fades from her face almost instantly as The Crimson Baroness sighs heavily. She's had a bad weekend, involving a spat at the LDFC training facility and an argument with her best friend. She might not be welcome back around Annie's place any time soon...
“And I’m not talking about you, Bertykins.” She raises her head slightly in order to wink at the camera.
“Oh, that victory is coming, don’t doubt that. If for nothing more than to silence the critics who simply insist on throwing my in-ring defeats in my face. Even when they’re yet to even step in the ring…” she reference the goody two shoes that plagued her last weeks of beginner’s class training, Emily Carter, “…or even be officially added to the LDFC roster. When people take their pot shots at me to try and make themselves feel better. Because it’s their right to say what’s on their mind, no matter how wrong, shameful or hypocritical they might be…” she references Katie Kensington and their many Twitter spats, ” …or people like Hana Song who want to laud their victories over me.”
“Perhaps it’s time to step up and do something that’ll amaze and astound you all!” she gesticulates with the cane, pointing it towards the camera. “Not yet…”
“You’re not ready for it yet.”
“Before I show you all the true greatness I possess, I’ll deal with these opponents that I’m being forced to deal with. And that brings nothing but bad news for you, Frisky. Two victims who have fallen prey to The Black Adder and her venomous touch, now we’re battling it out for second place…” she pauses, shrugging slightly, “…that’s putting the silver lining on this cloud, isn’t it?”
“Second place isn’t somewhere I’m comfortable with, Bertykins, but it’s a damn sight better than getting the bronze. So, while this week may not be personal, I’m not leaving Gibsonville without a big win. Without something to silence the naysayers who are as persistent as they are incorrect. But I’ll step into that ring, outwrestle you like I know I can, Frisky, show you all that I’ve learned under the tutelage of Marcus Spikes and Chris Bond. And you’ll leave this Pride with that same doubt that’s lingered in the back of your mind ever since you decided to step into the squared circle.”
“That’s what we call the natural order of things.” She smiles for the camera before it stops recording; the smiles fades from her face almost instantly as The Crimson Baroness sighs heavily. She's had a bad weekend, involving a spat at the LDFC training facility and an argument with her best friend. She might not be welcome back around Annie's place any time soon...