Freak of Nature
May 3, 2016 17:31:49 GMT -5
Post by pimp on May 3, 2016 17:31:49 GMT -5
“Here come the cliches…” Nest eyes a poster of the At All Costs supershow that’s tacked onto his favorite tree. “I still can’t believe that’s me. My face on a poster. For an event. That people will watch…” The champion gives a half smile, before that smile fades.
Nest turned around to the empty graves, all of which were now complete. He was once again covered in dirt and grass with a shovel in hand. “It doesn’t matter if they’re just excited to see everyone else. They probably all want me to lose, thinking the same as my opponents: my time as Apex Champion is up.”
Nest smirks once again.
“It’s almost becoming up to science. The Law of Averages. It has to happen eventually, according to nature. Well as you all know, I’m a freak of nature. I’ve defied gravity inside of that ring, inside of my Nest. I’ve defied the laws of Newton. Unmovable. Unstoppable. I cannot be broken. Mentally or physically.” Nest looks out to the rest of the graveyard. “There’s not a damn thing anyone in this sport can say, or do to me that I haven’t seen worse of in life. So bring on the next victims. Princess MacRear, who’s never had a problem in his life, besides an identity crisis. This is a man who has yet to accept that he was truly born to be a woman. Bred to care about the intricacies of aestheticism; and a lazy athlete, who only excels when psychological odds are in his favor since…y’know…physicality isn’t in your forte."
"It was impressive around your cheerleading sorors; but once you entered a real locker room with wrestlers who do this without theatrics, you folded. I know this because you do the same thing whenever a prize is up for grabs, especially if I’m your only obstacle. Which is why I had to enter the Gold Rush and end your dreams, it’s not like you were going win anyway. You aren’t ready. Lucky for you, I’m not your only obstacle since you’ll have some company in there; a snake, who may or may not have more of an identity crisis than you.”
Nest laughs. “I find it extra humoring that Hana doesn’t even consider the almighty princess competition. She’s dead set on being responsible for the inevitable downfall nature’s trying to impose upon me. She wants my head on a platter, but that’s all she wants. What will you do if you get it? Sing the same song you sing whenever you taste a little piece of glory around here? It’s always about how you have this slow burning plan to poison the entire landscape of the Lion’s Den.” Nest stops and looks up with a blank expression. “It’s just a damn wrestling school. What is it about my title that makes people lose their minds, and in most cases their sense of self? I cherish the accomplishment, but I didn’t allow the pursuit of the belt to change what I was here for. To learn.”
Nest sticks the shovel into the mud…
…seconds later he was at the top of his favorite tree.
“Quite frankly, that’s why neither the Princess nor the Song will ever hold this title as long as I’m the man they have to take it from. Neither of you are ready to hold this belt until you prove you have what it takes to win solely off of merit. It’s like heading into Cirque de Soleil with flying green mist, pink fur, glitter and the large elephant in the room: Me. Not just because of my size, but because I’ll be the only one there who cares about fighting to win. Song wants to pin just to say she did it. It wasn’t enough to get the scraps left over from Tillman’s actions. She wants to be the one to take me down from my Nest. Just because she’s never been denied anything in her life. She’s never known what it’s like to fail. Hana never understood the meaning of ‘no’ growing up, always getting what she wanted one way or another. That’s her nature. I don’t align with that. I align with the reality that none of you can out work me when we’re actually wrestling and not playing circus.”
Nest tilts his head down to the graves. “At All Costs, I’m putting you two sideshow acts to rest. I’m just the one who’s strong enough to survive because I’ve been battle tested. Time and again. Princess and Hana haven’t changed since the last time I laid them out, so the outcome for cinco de mayo is predictable. Once and for all, I’m burying the hatchet…” Nest smiles.
“…with the two of you in it. Nest assured.”
Nest turned around to the empty graves, all of which were now complete. He was once again covered in dirt and grass with a shovel in hand. “It doesn’t matter if they’re just excited to see everyone else. They probably all want me to lose, thinking the same as my opponents: my time as Apex Champion is up.”
Nest smirks once again.
“It’s almost becoming up to science. The Law of Averages. It has to happen eventually, according to nature. Well as you all know, I’m a freak of nature. I’ve defied gravity inside of that ring, inside of my Nest. I’ve defied the laws of Newton. Unmovable. Unstoppable. I cannot be broken. Mentally or physically.” Nest looks out to the rest of the graveyard. “There’s not a damn thing anyone in this sport can say, or do to me that I haven’t seen worse of in life. So bring on the next victims. Princess MacRear, who’s never had a problem in his life, besides an identity crisis. This is a man who has yet to accept that he was truly born to be a woman. Bred to care about the intricacies of aestheticism; and a lazy athlete, who only excels when psychological odds are in his favor since…y’know…physicality isn’t in your forte."
"It was impressive around your cheerleading sorors; but once you entered a real locker room with wrestlers who do this without theatrics, you folded. I know this because you do the same thing whenever a prize is up for grabs, especially if I’m your only obstacle. Which is why I had to enter the Gold Rush and end your dreams, it’s not like you were going win anyway. You aren’t ready. Lucky for you, I’m not your only obstacle since you’ll have some company in there; a snake, who may or may not have more of an identity crisis than you.”
Nest laughs. “I find it extra humoring that Hana doesn’t even consider the almighty princess competition. She’s dead set on being responsible for the inevitable downfall nature’s trying to impose upon me. She wants my head on a platter, but that’s all she wants. What will you do if you get it? Sing the same song you sing whenever you taste a little piece of glory around here? It’s always about how you have this slow burning plan to poison the entire landscape of the Lion’s Den.” Nest stops and looks up with a blank expression. “It’s just a damn wrestling school. What is it about my title that makes people lose their minds, and in most cases their sense of self? I cherish the accomplishment, but I didn’t allow the pursuit of the belt to change what I was here for. To learn.”
Nest sticks the shovel into the mud…
…seconds later he was at the top of his favorite tree.
“Quite frankly, that’s why neither the Princess nor the Song will ever hold this title as long as I’m the man they have to take it from. Neither of you are ready to hold this belt until you prove you have what it takes to win solely off of merit. It’s like heading into Cirque de Soleil with flying green mist, pink fur, glitter and the large elephant in the room: Me. Not just because of my size, but because I’ll be the only one there who cares about fighting to win. Song wants to pin just to say she did it. It wasn’t enough to get the scraps left over from Tillman’s actions. She wants to be the one to take me down from my Nest. Just because she’s never been denied anything in her life. She’s never known what it’s like to fail. Hana never understood the meaning of ‘no’ growing up, always getting what she wanted one way or another. That’s her nature. I don’t align with that. I align with the reality that none of you can out work me when we’re actually wrestling and not playing circus.”
Nest tilts his head down to the graves. “At All Costs, I’m putting you two sideshow acts to rest. I’m just the one who’s strong enough to survive because I’ve been battle tested. Time and again. Princess and Hana haven’t changed since the last time I laid them out, so the outcome for cinco de mayo is predictable. Once and for all, I’m burying the hatchet…” Nest smiles.
“…with the two of you in it. Nest assured.”