Little Girl Blue
Jun 14, 2016 19:13:48 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Jun 14, 2016 19:13:48 GMT -5
Sitting atop his favorite tree, the APEX Champion. He was unusually smirky, as if he couldn’t stop laughing to himself about a lingering joke. Nest had is beloved APEX belt across his waist as he stretched out along the thickest, longest branch. “It’s no secret, I’m not the man I was when I first stepped through the doors of the Lion’s Den. If I was, this place wouldn’t be doing what it’s designed to do. I wouldn’t be getting the most out of my excellent training if I was the same man from a year ago, or even a week ago. I’ve learned that name of the game is to be ever-revolving.”
Nest laughs.
“I’m fleeting from what everyone really wants me talk about…the Presidential Election. We’re only a few months away, and I encourage everyone not to vote. Your vote is worth just as much as you are as individuals to the government. We’d need to break pennies.” Nest smiles, scratching his beard. “But in all seriousness, people want to know why I dropped a microphone at the feet of my next prey. I understand some of you may want answers, and you’ll get them…soon.”
The champion rubs the plate of his belt. “For now, I have a more important task at hand. It feels like it’s been months since I’ve been in the ring. I have an itch that I’ve desperately been wanting to scratch. Each and every week, I get paid to do nothing but watch the rest of you continue toiling away in your Laguna Beach episodes. If it isn’t the Princess bitching about being knocked down a few pegs, it’s Triple T always on my case about what I’m doing or not doing. Saying or not saying. More and more sweet, little seemingly innocent little girls are coming to play in my domain. My Nest!” He says his name so loud, it echoes…
“Echo Rigby. I don’t know much about you, and I won’t pretend to. I’m sure there’s a will inside of you that’s looking at the opportunity to fight me with hope and gleam. You’re trying to ignore the butterflies from the fact that you’re facing the APEX Champion with very little in ring experience. You don’t have the chops just yet to get in there with someone who’s been as dominate as me. If you climb into my Nest and can’t compete, it won’t be because you didn’t try your best. You’ll simply be the next victim that The Silent Violent Saint has encountered on the road to glory. You have some interesting theories about how this match could play out, and just life in general. A female of your size can’t compare to my freakish strength and unexpected agility.” Nest winks. “Another issue with your little stick and move approach...you aren’t anywhere the late great Muhammad Ali. Nest Assured, I’m too much for you to handle in the domain I’ve take and called my own from day one. The very first man to walk into this gym with a plan to transform from broken man to icon, and Little Janis Joplin won’t stop me. I’m looking forward to you putting up a valiant effort, because I know behind all that Nirvana talk is a chick who’s hungry with a lot to prove.” Nest leans his head back on the tree, closing his eyes. “Then again, I’ve been wrong about so many things and so many people when it comes to wrestling nothing surprises me. However, I see potential, you just need to get your head out of the clouds. Until then, you’ll never be taken seriously enough by the trainers to carry the LDFC banner in any shape or capacity.”
Nest chuckles. “I couldn’t decide if you were a free spirit, a drug addict or flat out crazy. Coming from here, I’ve seen just about all of it. But you’re none of those things. You’re just lost. When I see you in the ring or read any of your tweets, none of it makes sense.” Stroking his beard. “It doesn’t seem like you belong here, competing against me no less. I’m the champion, and you’re just getting your feet wet. This is small potatoes, and have you seen my dinner plates? If you thought I was vicious before, now I’m annoyed and thirsty for blood. My attack will Echo all around the locker room. My Nest is no place for you…”
Nest shrugs.
“But we sure as hell could use a chick our my garage band: DXVTH. Our first gig is at the Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center next week, playing for some local hospital patients…” The APEX Champion smirks. “Perhaps I’ll see you in the crowd after I’m finished elbowing you onto a gurney at Pride.”
Nest laughs.
“I’m fleeting from what everyone really wants me talk about…the Presidential Election. We’re only a few months away, and I encourage everyone not to vote. Your vote is worth just as much as you are as individuals to the government. We’d need to break pennies.” Nest smiles, scratching his beard. “But in all seriousness, people want to know why I dropped a microphone at the feet of my next prey. I understand some of you may want answers, and you’ll get them…soon.”
The champion rubs the plate of his belt. “For now, I have a more important task at hand. It feels like it’s been months since I’ve been in the ring. I have an itch that I’ve desperately been wanting to scratch. Each and every week, I get paid to do nothing but watch the rest of you continue toiling away in your Laguna Beach episodes. If it isn’t the Princess bitching about being knocked down a few pegs, it’s Triple T always on my case about what I’m doing or not doing. Saying or not saying. More and more sweet, little seemingly innocent little girls are coming to play in my domain. My Nest!” He says his name so loud, it echoes…
“Echo Rigby. I don’t know much about you, and I won’t pretend to. I’m sure there’s a will inside of you that’s looking at the opportunity to fight me with hope and gleam. You’re trying to ignore the butterflies from the fact that you’re facing the APEX Champion with very little in ring experience. You don’t have the chops just yet to get in there with someone who’s been as dominate as me. If you climb into my Nest and can’t compete, it won’t be because you didn’t try your best. You’ll simply be the next victim that The Silent Violent Saint has encountered on the road to glory. You have some interesting theories about how this match could play out, and just life in general. A female of your size can’t compare to my freakish strength and unexpected agility.” Nest winks. “Another issue with your little stick and move approach...you aren’t anywhere the late great Muhammad Ali. Nest Assured, I’m too much for you to handle in the domain I’ve take and called my own from day one. The very first man to walk into this gym with a plan to transform from broken man to icon, and Little Janis Joplin won’t stop me. I’m looking forward to you putting up a valiant effort, because I know behind all that Nirvana talk is a chick who’s hungry with a lot to prove.” Nest leans his head back on the tree, closing his eyes. “Then again, I’ve been wrong about so many things and so many people when it comes to wrestling nothing surprises me. However, I see potential, you just need to get your head out of the clouds. Until then, you’ll never be taken seriously enough by the trainers to carry the LDFC banner in any shape or capacity.”
Nest chuckles. “I couldn’t decide if you were a free spirit, a drug addict or flat out crazy. Coming from here, I’ve seen just about all of it. But you’re none of those things. You’re just lost. When I see you in the ring or read any of your tweets, none of it makes sense.” Stroking his beard. “It doesn’t seem like you belong here, competing against me no less. I’m the champion, and you’re just getting your feet wet. This is small potatoes, and have you seen my dinner plates? If you thought I was vicious before, now I’m annoyed and thirsty for blood. My attack will Echo all around the locker room. My Nest is no place for you…”
Nest shrugs.
“But we sure as hell could use a chick our my garage band: DXVTH. Our first gig is at the Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center next week, playing for some local hospital patients…” The APEX Champion smirks. “Perhaps I’ll see you in the crowd after I’m finished elbowing you onto a gurney at Pride.”