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Nov 16, 2015 11:53:23 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Nov 16, 2015 11:53:23 GMT -5
“Frustration is starting to overcome me…” Nest circles his favorite tree.
“Training and fighting and winning championships is what I thought this sport was all about. Busting your ass during the sessions and constantly adding things to your arsenal, studying tape and practicing. Absorbing. I’ve always had the determination. I’ve always had the willingness to learn and the night Prince MacRear left me flat on my ass?”
Nest stops, looks up and smiles maniacally. “That was the night I vowed to never fall flat on my ass again. If I could help it, I wouldn’t know that feeling again…” The champ leans against the tree, plopping down. “Now all I hear is how eventually my time will come, and sooner or later someone will come knock me out this tree.”
Nest chuckles.
“It’s as if you’re all waiting on me to fail. Praying for my demise…when all I did was go out and bust my ass to entertain. Others have to hop, jump and skip in front of you just to get attention. I got it just by doing what needs to be done in the ring. Some have taken shortcuts and used their gift of gab as well as other…assets to get what they want, but I don’t have very pretty tits. I didn’t have that going for me, I had to work. The majority wants me to feel ashamed that I’m not the most popular kid in school. I never was that kid, and I never tried to be. Only immature fools with inferiority complexes and other insecurities clamor to always be the center of attention. None of it impresses me. I don’t even sing in my band, so why the hell should I sing for a bunch of people who want nothing more than me to slither into obscurity? I guess the lessons don’t stop in the training facility.”
Nest shakes his head. “Sometimes you just have to watch everyone who was once on your side slowly turn against you when they see you surpass them.” Nest strokes his beard. “Now this isn’t at all a dig at the rightful number one contender, Terrence Tillman. Triple T has always shown me respect because he’s been right alongside me in the gym. We’ve sparred. Traded tips. We both retain the knowledge given to us by the trainers, albeit it may take him five steps to do something I can do in three.”
Nest chuckles once again.
“T isn’t a snake in the grass, but he’s become an obstacle nonetheless. However, it’s one I’m not too worried about. For all of Triple T’s success in LDFC he has very little to show for it. He’s still making the same careless mistakes he was in our week of training and it’s almost becoming embarrassing. He felt the pressure of having to deliver the very moment he become number one contender…now that a certain someone has crashed our party, I can only imagine the pressure increases as his odds decrease. Have no fear, T. You have it in you to become the Apex champion one day. 3rd Strike just won’t be it. You still have a lot to learn on the technical side of things before you can even begin to deal with the side effects of being the top champion. I don’t think you’re ready to handle the responsibilities of being champion while still dedicating the time you need to, to brush up on your skills.”
Nest tilts his head. “Don’t let that discourage you because you certainly have more heart in your to be champion than Hana Song. The way she bogarded into this match alone should be enough to motivate you to stop her from winning. I know it motivates me. Hana, you defeated Annie Zellor at 2nd Impact. Job well done. Too bad it’s tarnished by the fact that you had to play mind tricks with the sneak attacks. Typical child’s play. Doesn’t impress me one bit. In fact, it pisses me off that knowing the type of person you are, the powers at be rewarded you with a championship match. Well you know what? Let’s do it. I would love to shove all of your ego as well as those unnecessary SAT words down your throat. There’s snakes and then there’s little girls who just want attention. You fall in the latter and at 3rd Strike it’ll be YOU who falls down the ladder, because I’m going to make sure it is YOU who loses and not Triple T. He deserves his match against the true champion without interruption, but we have business to take care of first.”
Nest smiles.
“We may be sick of hearing your Songs, but Nest Assured, three can play your little games. See you Wednesday.”
“Training and fighting and winning championships is what I thought this sport was all about. Busting your ass during the sessions and constantly adding things to your arsenal, studying tape and practicing. Absorbing. I’ve always had the determination. I’ve always had the willingness to learn and the night Prince MacRear left me flat on my ass?”
Nest stops, looks up and smiles maniacally. “That was the night I vowed to never fall flat on my ass again. If I could help it, I wouldn’t know that feeling again…” The champ leans against the tree, plopping down. “Now all I hear is how eventually my time will come, and sooner or later someone will come knock me out this tree.”
Nest chuckles.
“It’s as if you’re all waiting on me to fail. Praying for my demise…when all I did was go out and bust my ass to entertain. Others have to hop, jump and skip in front of you just to get attention. I got it just by doing what needs to be done in the ring. Some have taken shortcuts and used their gift of gab as well as other…assets to get what they want, but I don’t have very pretty tits. I didn’t have that going for me, I had to work. The majority wants me to feel ashamed that I’m not the most popular kid in school. I never was that kid, and I never tried to be. Only immature fools with inferiority complexes and other insecurities clamor to always be the center of attention. None of it impresses me. I don’t even sing in my band, so why the hell should I sing for a bunch of people who want nothing more than me to slither into obscurity? I guess the lessons don’t stop in the training facility.”
Nest shakes his head. “Sometimes you just have to watch everyone who was once on your side slowly turn against you when they see you surpass them.” Nest strokes his beard. “Now this isn’t at all a dig at the rightful number one contender, Terrence Tillman. Triple T has always shown me respect because he’s been right alongside me in the gym. We’ve sparred. Traded tips. We both retain the knowledge given to us by the trainers, albeit it may take him five steps to do something I can do in three.”
Nest chuckles once again.
“T isn’t a snake in the grass, but he’s become an obstacle nonetheless. However, it’s one I’m not too worried about. For all of Triple T’s success in LDFC he has very little to show for it. He’s still making the same careless mistakes he was in our week of training and it’s almost becoming embarrassing. He felt the pressure of having to deliver the very moment he become number one contender…now that a certain someone has crashed our party, I can only imagine the pressure increases as his odds decrease. Have no fear, T. You have it in you to become the Apex champion one day. 3rd Strike just won’t be it. You still have a lot to learn on the technical side of things before you can even begin to deal with the side effects of being the top champion. I don’t think you’re ready to handle the responsibilities of being champion while still dedicating the time you need to, to brush up on your skills.”
Nest tilts his head. “Don’t let that discourage you because you certainly have more heart in your to be champion than Hana Song. The way she bogarded into this match alone should be enough to motivate you to stop her from winning. I know it motivates me. Hana, you defeated Annie Zellor at 2nd Impact. Job well done. Too bad it’s tarnished by the fact that you had to play mind tricks with the sneak attacks. Typical child’s play. Doesn’t impress me one bit. In fact, it pisses me off that knowing the type of person you are, the powers at be rewarded you with a championship match. Well you know what? Let’s do it. I would love to shove all of your ego as well as those unnecessary SAT words down your throat. There’s snakes and then there’s little girls who just want attention. You fall in the latter and at 3rd Strike it’ll be YOU who falls down the ladder, because I’m going to make sure it is YOU who loses and not Triple T. He deserves his match against the true champion without interruption, but we have business to take care of first.”
Nest smiles.
“We may be sick of hearing your Songs, but Nest Assured, three can play your little games. See you Wednesday.”