That One Moment
Nov 13, 2015 19:11:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 19:11:19 GMT -5
“What are you doing?” Kellen asked at the camcorder turned on. It was way after hours at the LDFC training facility, but he was still there, benching a decent amount of weights without the help of a spotter.
“I thought it was so cute how much you wanted this that I needed it on tape.” The voice of Heather Skinner said from behind the camera.
“Well, I am ...” he paused before finishing his last rep and releasing the bar bell. “You know what? I am glad you are taping this. It is time to do the thing.”
Kellen grabbed a beer and took a good chug of it before facing the camera.
“You are damn right that I want this.” A great intensity burned in his eyes with his words. “And no, it isn't JUST because I want any gold. The Old North title is about creating the new stars; new legacies. In many ways, it is the most damn important title in the company right now for what it means for the future. Whoever holds that title first has an obligation to not just set the standard with the title, but make on the promise that title guarantees: this person will go on to be a main eventer in FGA. I will be a main eventer one day and I am the only one in the match I am positive will, thus the Old North is my title to win. But also, I want that moment...”
“That moment?”
“You know, that moment when you busted your ass, survived all of the other people, and your music hits, your bros are going nuts, they call your name, and you are finally handed your title. From there, I throw the biggest damn party either company has ever seen where you, other Heather, the Douche Nation and I take in my first major victory in LDFC. I want that moment, so bad, and I want to now.”
Kellen wass almost sentimental as he turned to his side to think for a moment.
“But I know it is NOT going to be easy. None of those men and women are going to make that ultimate party easy to achieve ...and that is the way I like it. First, we have the old business, namely, Aric P. Keaton and Mercy Williams. I am not going to do the stupid thing and think that because I beat them once that they aren't a threat. If anything, they are a bigger threat to me than anybody because they know beating me isn't an easy task.” Kellen turned back towards the camera with a smirk. “Firstly Aric. Hey there champ. Congrats on rebounding from your loss against me. You are getting better, but that doesn't change the fact that you came in here against your will and are just making due of what you consider sloppy seconds. You will NEVER want it more than me and I will prove that again at 3rd Strike. Now onto the very confused Mercy Williams. Mercy, I wasn't shaming you for your body. You have a great body, nobody can take that away from you. I was shaming you for not being a real woman, but some teenager's fantasy version of what they want a woman to be. Real women are bitches, real women are unapologetic, real women do not take no for an answer, real women are tough, real women are out spoken. You are none of those things. You are apologetic and passive about everything. There is none of that passion or drive that I see in real women every day. THAT is what I was shaming for. If you do not even understand your own gender, how in the hell are you going to understand this business? I know what I am fighting for, you and Aric don't.
“Then you have two people who fall into maybe having more passion than Aric and Mercy, but for the wrong reason. Skylar Cloud just wants attention and The Butcher just wants to make a buck. Hey, I appreciate the struggles he went through and the boisterous lengths SHE goes to, but neither are here to be future main eventers; the very purpose of this title. Yes, I maybe just as showy as Skylar but when the bell rings, I prove that a I am more than that; I prove that I am a great investment for my Douche Nation. Skylar is an Adam Sandler flick: loud, obnoxious, and you regret spending any time focusing on it.”
He smiled to the camera as he pounded away at the rest of his beer.
“...and I haven't even begun on the actual threats."
“I thought it was so cute how much you wanted this that I needed it on tape.” The voice of Heather Skinner said from behind the camera.
“Well, I am ...” he paused before finishing his last rep and releasing the bar bell. “You know what? I am glad you are taping this. It is time to do the thing.”
Kellen grabbed a beer and took a good chug of it before facing the camera.
“You are damn right that I want this.” A great intensity burned in his eyes with his words. “And no, it isn't JUST because I want any gold. The Old North title is about creating the new stars; new legacies. In many ways, it is the most damn important title in the company right now for what it means for the future. Whoever holds that title first has an obligation to not just set the standard with the title, but make on the promise that title guarantees: this person will go on to be a main eventer in FGA. I will be a main eventer one day and I am the only one in the match I am positive will, thus the Old North is my title to win. But also, I want that moment...”
“That moment?”
“You know, that moment when you busted your ass, survived all of the other people, and your music hits, your bros are going nuts, they call your name, and you are finally handed your title. From there, I throw the biggest damn party either company has ever seen where you, other Heather, the Douche Nation and I take in my first major victory in LDFC. I want that moment, so bad, and I want to now.”
Kellen wass almost sentimental as he turned to his side to think for a moment.
“But I know it is NOT going to be easy. None of those men and women are going to make that ultimate party easy to achieve ...and that is the way I like it. First, we have the old business, namely, Aric P. Keaton and Mercy Williams. I am not going to do the stupid thing and think that because I beat them once that they aren't a threat. If anything, they are a bigger threat to me than anybody because they know beating me isn't an easy task.” Kellen turned back towards the camera with a smirk. “Firstly Aric. Hey there champ. Congrats on rebounding from your loss against me. You are getting better, but that doesn't change the fact that you came in here against your will and are just making due of what you consider sloppy seconds. You will NEVER want it more than me and I will prove that again at 3rd Strike. Now onto the very confused Mercy Williams. Mercy, I wasn't shaming you for your body. You have a great body, nobody can take that away from you. I was shaming you for not being a real woman, but some teenager's fantasy version of what they want a woman to be. Real women are bitches, real women are unapologetic, real women do not take no for an answer, real women are tough, real women are out spoken. You are none of those things. You are apologetic and passive about everything. There is none of that passion or drive that I see in real women every day. THAT is what I was shaming for. If you do not even understand your own gender, how in the hell are you going to understand this business? I know what I am fighting for, you and Aric don't.
“Then you have two people who fall into maybe having more passion than Aric and Mercy, but for the wrong reason. Skylar Cloud just wants attention and The Butcher just wants to make a buck. Hey, I appreciate the struggles he went through and the boisterous lengths SHE goes to, but neither are here to be future main eventers; the very purpose of this title. Yes, I maybe just as showy as Skylar but when the bell rings, I prove that a I am more than that; I prove that I am a great investment for my Douche Nation. Skylar is an Adam Sandler flick: loud, obnoxious, and you regret spending any time focusing on it.”
He smiled to the camera as he pounded away at the rest of his beer.
“...and I haven't even begun on the actual threats."