Sorry Not Sorry
Nov 15, 2015 16:46:50 GMT -5
Post by Justine on Nov 15, 2015 16:46:50 GMT -5
“Focus on me, F-f-f-ocus, Focus on me” The lyrics of Ariana Grande’s newest hit song rang through Mercy’s ears from the headphones of her iphone 6s.
Mercy had completed her usual run around the grounds of the LDFC training facility. Mercy grinned to herself, finding the song rather ironic since she had a lot on her mind because she needed to focus on her career defining match in the Battle Royal for the Old North Championship at 3rd Strike. Mercy spotted one of the LDFC camera’s that allowed LDFC trainees to use it to brush up on their promo skills. Mercy thought it was the perfect time to unload every thought she had about her upcoming match. Mercy packed up her belongings and decided she will film a promo.
Mercy wasn’t too fussed about her workout attire of 3 ½ dark grey nike pants, a fluorescent green sports crop top, hooded black jacket; Her bare-face and tied up hair was a non-issue either. She wasn’t there to impress by her looks, just rather solely on her promo ability.
Mercy Williams: “You know, I’ve been trying to digest everything that has happened since the last Pride. I lost my match against Kellen Klein - was I upset? Of course I am. He cheated by using my tights as leverage to score the pinfall. But, the most troubling thing to come from it, is the words he spewed against me.”
Mercy paused for a moment, looking down at ground to muster the words for her response. Mercy looked up, taking a inhale to calm her nerves.
“This man has the audacity to ‘school’ me on my gender? To tell ME how I should present myself? How I’m a fraud, that I’m not a real woman?” Mercy grunted to show her displeasure.
“How DARE he, how…” Mercy stopped herself from getting upset.
“I just need to remind myself that this is coming from a guy who calls his fans the ‘douche nation’. He certainly lives up to that reputation, I shouldn’t expect anything less from him.” Mercy used those words to calm herself down.
“I have never once apologised to anyone for being who I am. Like I said, I’m happy to wear whatever the hell want - I’m not shy. I’m a woman and I won’t allow a white boy like Kellen Klein tell me otherwise. So, Kellen screw your pretentious misogynist ideals. You clearly have NO respect for women, especially having two trophy women on your side who could do better than you..”
Mercy huffed, feeling more at ease getting that off her chest.
“And now to the important dealings. As you may know, I will be competing in the Old North Championship battle royal. I will be wrestling seven other men and women for the opportunity to become the inaugural champion. I’m so excited to get this opportunity in my fourth match of my career. It’s so daunting, since the guys and girls are ranged with different experiences. It makes me think, how do I even measure up to them all? I’ve been in the ring with Aric, he was my first opponent and he defeated me in a hard fought contest. Kellen, well we know the story already.” Mercy rolled her eyes.
“Skylar, Butcher, Becky, Cassandra Rowley and Shintaro are five individuals I haven’t had the chance to get in the ring with as of yet. But looking at their careers so far, they are all gone through different journeys to get where they are. Everyone in this match wants that opportunity to be written in the history book as the first champion, it’s something that no one wants it to slip from their fingertips. Becoming the first champion not only defines you as the champion, it sets the benchmark for future champions. Not many receive that chance, and for me, I think I’m the one who has the most to prove. But the saying goes, go big or go home. Assumptions go a long way, I plan to surprise my fellow peers…. Good luck everybody.“
Mercy appeared to have ended her promo, but decided to add one more note.
We are all in need of Mercy.” Mercy winked into the camera,
Mercy had completed her usual run around the grounds of the LDFC training facility. Mercy grinned to herself, finding the song rather ironic since she had a lot on her mind because she needed to focus on her career defining match in the Battle Royal for the Old North Championship at 3rd Strike. Mercy spotted one of the LDFC camera’s that allowed LDFC trainees to use it to brush up on their promo skills. Mercy thought it was the perfect time to unload every thought she had about her upcoming match. Mercy packed up her belongings and decided she will film a promo.
Mercy wasn’t too fussed about her workout attire of 3 ½ dark grey nike pants, a fluorescent green sports crop top, hooded black jacket; Her bare-face and tied up hair was a non-issue either. She wasn’t there to impress by her looks, just rather solely on her promo ability.
Mercy Williams: “You know, I’ve been trying to digest everything that has happened since the last Pride. I lost my match against Kellen Klein - was I upset? Of course I am. He cheated by using my tights as leverage to score the pinfall. But, the most troubling thing to come from it, is the words he spewed against me.”
Mercy paused for a moment, looking down at ground to muster the words for her response. Mercy looked up, taking a inhale to calm her nerves.
“This man has the audacity to ‘school’ me on my gender? To tell ME how I should present myself? How I’m a fraud, that I’m not a real woman?” Mercy grunted to show her displeasure.
“How DARE he, how…” Mercy stopped herself from getting upset.
“I just need to remind myself that this is coming from a guy who calls his fans the ‘douche nation’. He certainly lives up to that reputation, I shouldn’t expect anything less from him.” Mercy used those words to calm herself down.
“I have never once apologised to anyone for being who I am. Like I said, I’m happy to wear whatever the hell want - I’m not shy. I’m a woman and I won’t allow a white boy like Kellen Klein tell me otherwise. So, Kellen screw your pretentious misogynist ideals. You clearly have NO respect for women, especially having two trophy women on your side who could do better than you..”
Mercy huffed, feeling more at ease getting that off her chest.
“And now to the important dealings. As you may know, I will be competing in the Old North Championship battle royal. I will be wrestling seven other men and women for the opportunity to become the inaugural champion. I’m so excited to get this opportunity in my fourth match of my career. It’s so daunting, since the guys and girls are ranged with different experiences. It makes me think, how do I even measure up to them all? I’ve been in the ring with Aric, he was my first opponent and he defeated me in a hard fought contest. Kellen, well we know the story already.” Mercy rolled her eyes.
“Skylar, Butcher, Becky, Cassandra Rowley and Shintaro are five individuals I haven’t had the chance to get in the ring with as of yet. But looking at their careers so far, they are all gone through different journeys to get where they are. Everyone in this match wants that opportunity to be written in the history book as the first champion, it’s something that no one wants it to slip from their fingertips. Becoming the first champion not only defines you as the champion, it sets the benchmark for future champions. Not many receive that chance, and for me, I think I’m the one who has the most to prove. But the saying goes, go big or go home. Assumptions go a long way, I plan to surprise my fellow peers…. Good luck everybody.“
Mercy appeared to have ended her promo, but decided to add one more note.
We are all in need of Mercy.” Mercy winked into the camera,
