Ooh La Laa
Nov 2, 2015 11:51:31 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Nov 2, 2015 11:51:31 GMT -5
“I’ll say I even amazed myself at Frontier to the Future…”
Nest smiles as he rubs his knees atop his favorite tree.
“Luke Wisia. Luke Banks. Whatever he prefers…he gave me the fight that I’ve been looking for, for months.” The Apex Champion kind of scoffs at the thought. “I probably should consider it shameful that I had to reach outside of the realm of the Lion’s Den for viable competition. However, I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s come down to this. I have taken on all comers and have come out on top, to the point where Pride shows are becoming a bit quotidian.”
Nest strokes his beard. “But I have hope. There’s a burning hunger inside of Triple T. He wants to be the man that beats the man and I want him to go into our match more motivated than ever before. Yet, until that time comes, I must continue doing what I do. That’s learning. Winning. Overseeing and observing. My naysayers like Luke and the rest of the students want to have this idea that I’m starting to become complacent. Well if it seems that way, it isn’t because I’ve slowed down. Everyone in LDFC just needs to pick it up.”
“When people are more concerned for what the future holds in their reality show drama-driven lives than they are about getting better in the facility, there’s an issue.” Nest laughs. “Most importantly, when wrestlers who are trying to gain footing and traction are too caught up with the social media dating scene, my fights become less and less competitive. Simple cause and effect. Don’t believe me, ask Keegan Hightower.”
Nest shakes his head. “Keegan is another dude that came in that I had high hopes for originally. Sure he has the same braggadocio of 80 percent of wrestlers, but there was untapped potential there. Now it seems as though he has no desire to become a better wrestler or a better man in general. He just wants people to look at him, no matter what. Well…really he just wants girls to look at him.” Nest clears his throat, sarcastically. “Because if he wanted legitimate respect in this sport, he’d be more worried about attracting the attention of the trainers and the FGA main roster talent. Keegan would see that he has a match coming up with the Apex champion and go to the facility to try to learn what he can do to overcome.” Nest tilts his head. “But no, he’s chasing females on Twitter, even tweeting from the facility at times. He’s obsessed with not getting hit in the face or getting his hair ruffled. In a sense, I’m reminded of how of a pain in the ass it is to deal with Princesses like Hightower. The only thing that separates him from MacRear is the fact that Mr. Selfie Stick was willing to get down and dirty between bell tolls. But Keegan should know what I do to Princesses: I turn them into men. Even Valcone hasn’t been the same since tasting defeat to me, but I guarantee he’s a much more focused competitor because of it. He no longer spams everyone with headshots. He has more important things to worry about.” Nest strokes his beard once again putting a devilish smile on.
“Just like you have more important things to worry about than which girl will be tricked into believing you’re some kind of bonafide superstar. How fitting is it that Halloween was merely days ago when you’ve spent the entirety of your short career on PRETENDING to be a wrestler? Jensen Banks has your number…on speed dial…so it won’t bring me joy to knock you down. You’ve already been exposed for playing dress-up, I’m just going to be the confirmation, better yet, reality check that makes you realize it’s going to take a whole lot more than Twitter trigger fingers and TRESemmé ooh la laa to hang with actual competition. I’m confident that you can make yourself look good after the fall, after all that’s what you do. Shine that turd up nice with some hairspray, because everyone will know for a fact how much you stink after Pride. Nest assured.”
Nest smiles as he rubs his knees atop his favorite tree.
“Luke Wisia. Luke Banks. Whatever he prefers…he gave me the fight that I’ve been looking for, for months.” The Apex Champion kind of scoffs at the thought. “I probably should consider it shameful that I had to reach outside of the realm of the Lion’s Den for viable competition. However, I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s come down to this. I have taken on all comers and have come out on top, to the point where Pride shows are becoming a bit quotidian.”
Nest strokes his beard. “But I have hope. There’s a burning hunger inside of Triple T. He wants to be the man that beats the man and I want him to go into our match more motivated than ever before. Yet, until that time comes, I must continue doing what I do. That’s learning. Winning. Overseeing and observing. My naysayers like Luke and the rest of the students want to have this idea that I’m starting to become complacent. Well if it seems that way, it isn’t because I’ve slowed down. Everyone in LDFC just needs to pick it up.”
“When people are more concerned for what the future holds in their reality show drama-driven lives than they are about getting better in the facility, there’s an issue.” Nest laughs. “Most importantly, when wrestlers who are trying to gain footing and traction are too caught up with the social media dating scene, my fights become less and less competitive. Simple cause and effect. Don’t believe me, ask Keegan Hightower.”
Nest shakes his head. “Keegan is another dude that came in that I had high hopes for originally. Sure he has the same braggadocio of 80 percent of wrestlers, but there was untapped potential there. Now it seems as though he has no desire to become a better wrestler or a better man in general. He just wants people to look at him, no matter what. Well…really he just wants girls to look at him.” Nest clears his throat, sarcastically. “Because if he wanted legitimate respect in this sport, he’d be more worried about attracting the attention of the trainers and the FGA main roster talent. Keegan would see that he has a match coming up with the Apex champion and go to the facility to try to learn what he can do to overcome.” Nest tilts his head. “But no, he’s chasing females on Twitter, even tweeting from the facility at times. He’s obsessed with not getting hit in the face or getting his hair ruffled. In a sense, I’m reminded of how of a pain in the ass it is to deal with Princesses like Hightower. The only thing that separates him from MacRear is the fact that Mr. Selfie Stick was willing to get down and dirty between bell tolls. But Keegan should know what I do to Princesses: I turn them into men. Even Valcone hasn’t been the same since tasting defeat to me, but I guarantee he’s a much more focused competitor because of it. He no longer spams everyone with headshots. He has more important things to worry about.” Nest strokes his beard once again putting a devilish smile on.
“Just like you have more important things to worry about than which girl will be tricked into believing you’re some kind of bonafide superstar. How fitting is it that Halloween was merely days ago when you’ve spent the entirety of your short career on PRETENDING to be a wrestler? Jensen Banks has your number…on speed dial…so it won’t bring me joy to knock you down. You’ve already been exposed for playing dress-up, I’m just going to be the confirmation, better yet, reality check that makes you realize it’s going to take a whole lot more than Twitter trigger fingers and TRESemmé ooh la laa to hang with actual competition. I’m confident that you can make yourself look good after the fall, after all that’s what you do. Shine that turd up nice with some hairspray, because everyone will know for a fact how much you stink after Pride. Nest assured.”