Losing to Win

[Justine]

Wearing a light-pink singlet top with frilly material flowing around the edges of the top, stood Endee Leights standing in-front of a LDFC logo. She had her arms wrapped around her body, with her right arm facing up towards her face, with her matching pink manicure touching her cheek. Her shoulder sleeved tattoo faced the camera side. Endee looked into the camera for a brief moment with a disinterest looked upon her lightly make-up face. She maneuvered her body to face straight on the camera, moving her arms away from her body. 

“I’m always losing to win…” Endee started with a slight shrugged her shoulders.

“Two matches in Lion’s Den and I’ve already lost two matches, wow, I must suck. Hey?”

Endee shrugged it off again taking a forceful sigh. In her eyes, Endee appeared not too much bothered over her statement.

“I’ve been wrestling a number of years and I’ve lost more than I’ve won some, so I’m all collective when I lose a match. Is it frustrating? Of course, no one likes to come out with the shorter stick. That Skylar Cloud girl got the win over it, but does that mean she’s better than me? Of course not. Winning isn’t always the bees-knees in wrestling.”

Endee shook her head, looking down at her pink manicured hand again as a compulsive habit.

“She said some things how I’ve wrestled for so many years still finding my 'true' identity and appeared to have regressed and that’s why I’m here in LDFC. Aw, that’s so sweet of her to think so highly of herself to make those claims for a newbie”

Endee tilted her head and sighed to herself. “I’ve been in the wrestling business since I was 16 years old, I’m 27 years old. From my dead inside looks and my obsession with food I’m most likely the least caring individual here in LDFC. But I’m the one who made Skylar Cloud look good in the end because I do care about the future of this business. I see it as a selfless act and favor for those wrestlers here.”

“I’ve been here all before, seeing princesses come and go claiming they are all better and then they run for the hills because they get ‘bored’ of wrestling. But whatever, that’s none of my business.” Endee slyly winked into the camera.

“Anyway, let me talk about my match for this week at 2nd Impact - I would like to add that I’m sad I missed the 1st Impact though. But anyhow this match a number one Contender’s match for the Pride Championship with five other individuals. Right now I could pulled out my phone and use google to research my opponents, but I don’t have the time especially when I’m tweeting about my food habits and disowning people who hate cereal.”

Endee blankly looked into the camera making another of her deadpan jokes.

“But I can do one better, instead of going on how I’ll win this match… I’ll tell you why I won’t win this match. No, this isn’t me being negative and down on myself for you people to feel sorry for me. I’m just being straight-forward and cut the bullshit type of thing, ya feel me?”

Endee used her most whitest girl ghetto ever attempted before continuing.

“I don’t deserve to win a title shot because I haven’t won a match, a Champion has to be a winner right? Can’t have a loser win a match, if that makes sense. Also as my job as a 10 year veteran is to make these princesses look all good, since I care way too much about seeing others succeed. And don’t let me know that I forgotten about the two men in these match. Princesses is totally gender neutral, duhh.” Endee mockley used a high pitch valley-girl.

“I’m going into that match and perform my very best, when I lose and put someone over, I’m not going to cry over it like some people do. To all individuals in this match, good luck. I’ll make sure I’ll research all you people later when I get a hold of my phone.”

“Peace out!” Endee raised her two fingers into a peace sign before walking away with rhythm in her step from the frame.

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