Revival{}Run In
Aug 4, 2016 20:00:30 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Aug 4, 2016 20:00:30 GMT -5
Revival
June 26, 2016
Lakeland, FL
Location: Lakeland Regional Health (After Hours)
Both Rikichet and Kitasumi stood on opposite ends of Tony Carmine’s hospital bed. The two looked over at Tony who was still unconscious from the injury suffered just a few hours ago. Riki looked over at Kiko and nodded towards him. Both men knelt down very quietly and it looked as if they were about to pray. Just as both Riki and Kiko bowed their heads, a voice from the dark corner of the room startled them.
“Wait.” Santos came creeping out of the corner, his hair and clothes completely blending in with the darkness in the background. Riki and Kiko both jumped to their feet, Kiko almost ready to charge at the demon.
Santos chuckled. “Tranquilo ese. Tranquilo.”
“What are you doing here?” Rikichet asked
“Lookin for some tacos. What the fuck you think. I come save my friend.” Santos grabs some of his hair. “Seen these split ends? I need him out of this.” He then grabs some of Rikichet’s hair. “Seem like you do too holmes.”
Riki snatches his head away from Santos’ grasp. “…” Kiko steps up to Santos. “We will never get rid of you. That doesn’t mean we can’t.”Kiko and Santos locked eyes. There’s history here that would take years to explain, but it was all there. Between the three—well four—of them, things have been rocky and rugged.
Once again, Santos chuckled in the face of Kiko. “That’s sweet. But you eses are nothing but His messengers. Only He can get rid of me, but He needs me so he won’t. I am no messenger vato.” Santos stepped closer to Kiko. “Yo soy El Cucuy. Diablo es mi hermano. Comprende?”
Kiko scoffed before looking at Riki. “If you think all we do and all we can do is message…” Riki and Kiko share a laugh of their own before each wrapped their hands around Santos’ throat. The Goats slammed Cucuy against the wall and slowly lifted him up with their chokehold. “Now you see, this as high as you will ever be.”
Santos started choking before his eyes rolled in the back of his head. The room suddenly got darker as Rikichet and Kitasumi found themselves slowly lowering Santos to his feet. With his eyes still rolled back, Santos was now the one with his hands wrapped around each of the Goats. Chuckling maniacally, he dragged both Riki and Kiko back over to Tony who was still knocked out in the hospital bed. He released his grip and forced both men to face Tony on opposite sides as the heart rate monitor beeped with more and more frequency. Almost in a trance, the Goats met their hands together over Tony’s body. Santos stripped Tony of the hospital equipment as well the hospital gown (because he knew Tony would faint from embarrassment after seeing himself in one).
Cucuy, who’s pupils are still gone, stands before Tony’s bare body as the Goats hold each hands over it. He begins to utter a prayer in Spanish.
After the prayer, Santos’ eyes returned to normal. A light flashed through the window in a split second. Tony Carmine had risen. He looks to see Rikichet, Kitasumi and Santos standing around him, before looking down. “One of you motherfuckers better had brought me some clothes…”
Riki, Kiko and Santos looked at each other very intently before breaking out in collective laughter.
I’ll admit it…it felt good. That moment when Solarflare hit. That one moment when I came running through that curtain. To hear the people gasp and, dare I say light up with excitement, felt good. Danny and Johnny were already doing their deed to Zero. Why else would Tony “come out of retirement” to interrupt? Of course he’d be saving Zero, and in turn, turn over a new leaf in his career.
The seeds were sown. I had spent that last month kissing any and everybody’s ass on Twitter. I followed fucking Molly Reid and Fujiko Mine for crying out loud. Not only did I follow them, but I said FUCKING NICE THINGS about both of them. Don’t get me started on Cordy, that’s something I’ll probably just leave at bay for now. I mean what kinda threat is she teaming up with DAN! Ha. If I want the Kings to have the tag team titles, the Scandalous One can outsource. Because that’s the plan. That’s been the plan.
So yeah, it felt nice to not have trash thrown at me for those first few minutes. But it felt even better when I swerved the fuck out of all them and bashed the back of Zero’s bitch ass head with a mic. It felt even better to listen to the chorus of boos as me and my fellow Kings proceeded to give that sorry piece of shit a Royal ass whoopin’. Facts. It felt even better knowing that I had my opportunity at another title in the bag once Cannon became the champion. Facts. I love the old hound but he knows he’s a placeholder.
In light of the Lion’s Cup, we planned this all out so that the Kings could play pass the baton with the FGA Championship. Whoever wins that tournament will have to wait in line until we deem them worthy of a championship match. We don’t need a scrooge in our way as the New Kings prepares their soldiers to conquer the battlefield. Whether it’s the winner of the Cup or someone who didn’t win the cup.
Someone who cannot beat the Scandalous One. Someone who can hang out with all of the best wrestlers and pow wow with the greats, and yet none of that talent seems to rub off on her. The little fucking engine that couldn’t. The tragic Disney child star who’s struggling to make the public see her as an adult. Whether it’s Annie Zel-errr-Dupree, who’s only here to tune me the fuck up, it doesn’t matter. The game plan hasn’t changed since day one, and it won’t change until Above and Beyond is over, and the Scandalous One is standing over the fallen with the FGA World title in his hands.
Run In
August 2, 2016
Miami, FL
Location: Target
I was walking through the parking lot with all of my hos. I was in a good mood today so I decided to take them shopping. They love when they get to go out in public with me, because everything is all natural. It’s the nicest I am to them, because in public I have to keep a low profile. These are just girls I hang out with, so for this next hour or so they’re on the same level with me. However, it’s never made any of them go overboard because; of course we all have to go back home sooner or later. I wasn’t really paying attention to them since I had Kenny in my hear.
On the phone with Kucci:
“How the fuck that go down?”
“What the hell would I know about Santos and the Goats getting into it? I was out of body, out of mind.”
“Oh so that shit was before you woke up and shit?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. When I finally came to I was butt fucking naked and they were standing around me laughing at my boner.”
Clarissa, one of my newest acquisitions, started to snicker a bit behind me. “Hold on Kenn Doll.” I turned back. “Something funny, bitch?” Clarissa gulped and shook her head ‘no.’ I looked around to make sure no one else was around. “I thought so. Now when we get in here ya’ll only getting one outfit a piece. No jewelry. No handbags. Definitely no fucking make up. That’s not in your budget today. I’m just getting sick of you rats running around in the same clothes everyday. It’s tacky and no bitches of mine will be seen as tacky. The regulars are starting to notice.”
Tony let the women walk past him into the store and put the phone back to his ear. “Sorry Kenny. I’m back.”
“Damn bruh you takin’ yo hos on a field trip?”
I laugh. “Ha. No we’re just at Target. I needed to pick up some toiletries so I decided to let these hos get some new clothes. I’ve had clients complain about tackiness. Can’t have that.”
“Word. So yeah bruh I asked Santos what happen he ain’t tell me shit. I know that nigga at BB crib I might pull up. Ain’t seen the homie Banks in a minute anyway or Elvis. That’s my nigga. All I know is we can’t have this kinda shit goin’ on. Everyone together is what makes this ship sail, ya dig?”
“I dig.”
“I need my Rich Homiez. My Goats. My angels and my demons all in alignment. Shit ain’t been this cohesive ever my nigga I don’t wanna go back to them war years. Too much blood lost. Too many homies gone.”
“Look I understand, but for the last time. I wasn’t up when it happened so I can’t tell you anything. I’m more focused on getting back into the swing of things with FGA anyways.”
He took a long pause as I strolled around through the different aisles at Target.
“That was some Emmy award winning shit you pulled on that nigga Zero. I was crackin’ up whole time.”
“Well it was just another night on the job Kenn Doll. I tried my best to warn everyone not to trust me, I guess I was so good at kissing ass just like everyone else, they fell for it. You know you have your hipsters who claim they saw it coming all along, but that happens always. Even Zero will probably say he saw it all coming, and if he well then he’s smarter than he looks.”
Kenny starts laughing. “So what ya’ll gonna do next?”
“We have the gears grinding. The wheels are in motion. I just have Annie to worry about next show.”
Kenny starts laughing even harder. “Boy you gon’ getcho ass whooped.”
“Seriously? Every time I step into the ring with that bitch, I become her daddy. Nothing’s changed.”
“Aye man she not no little girl. She prob gonna make a point to bring extra fire your way since the last time ya’ll fought.”
“And I’ll be ready. But I don’t agree with you…” I walked pass the customer service desk and noticed something…well someone that caught my eye. It was Chauncey behind the service desk in a red Target uniform. “Kenn Doll…let me call you right back, hun.”
I’m baaaaccccckkkkkkk! I know you all missed me. I hope none of you thought that the New Kings were nearing the end of their reign. I hope no one changed their seats and positions and got comfortable in them. It’s back to business as usual. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine fooled you all. I was getting cards from people I’d never even get a hi from in the hallways. I was getting letters from all of these fans who seemingly came out the fucking woodwork, because when I was around busting my ass week in and week out, everyone in the stands boo me. Everyone on the internet talks shit. Everyone in the locker room turns their noses up at me in disgust every time I’m out there doing what I do best.
But have a little fall, and now suddenly everyone loves you. Kiss a little ass and now suddenly everyone’s so devastated about how you had to leave the game before your time. Throw some of these peasants a bone and make them feel good about themselves and suddenly you’re the God they never had. You’re a mentor. You’re a veteran who’s earned respect.
The patronizing I received while I was down is nothing more than a testament to how fake each and everyone is in this business. I spent the last three years in FGA berating all of you. Beating all of you. Destroying each and every one of you all’s aspirations of getting to the top. I’ve beamed by burning sunlight down on this company and this industry without rest. I’ve let my light shine wherever the hell I choose to go, and it was never with the help of anyone but myself. I’ve been a walking paradigm shift to this business since the day I first stepped foot in the ring, and no one chooses to respect it until I was gone for good. None of you cared about my well being, you just came over to make sure I was down for good. You all just wanted to see if I was really gone so that it would open up the skies to new stars. I have bad news for all of you, and I’m sending the message through Annie Dupree.
Annie. Annie. Annie.
You know, I’m really looking forward to our match this week on Vertigo. I don’t know if you’re doing the same. You can pretend like this is some big opportunity for you. You can act like you’re going to do your all you can do to show me that you’re no longer Annie Zellor, the little girl with a dream. You’re not Annie Dupree: the grown woman with a body of work more impressive than a lot of the badasses that call themselves wrestlers.
I’m sure when I left, Annie, you were one of many who had a grin to hide. I’m sure when it looked as if I was actually retired and never coming back, it hit you that this could finally be your chance to move up to that next level. You know that as long as the Scandalous One is around, you’ll be considered but so high to the powers at be. Just like so many others in your league. Ruby Tyler. Izzy Anders. Savannah Taylor. Molly Reid. Fuji. You’re in the class with all of these bitches in FGA who pray on the downfall of the New Kings.
You pray and you pray and you pray. Yet when you have the opportunity to show that you have what it takes to take my spot, you all flounder. How many times, Annie, has FGA tried to pit us against each other? How many times has management insulted my intelligence and my talent by constantly insinuating that you and I are the on the same realms of superstardom? It must get sickening to you after a while. The pressure that comes with facing a high profile opponent such as the Scandalous One has always been too much for you. That’s why I say you probably aren’t as excited for this match as I am.
I know why you refuse to let go of all of the high school drama. There’s a reason why you’d rather play As the World Turns with Dom, Chase and Baroness. There’s a reason why you’re always caught up in some sorority girl situations with Molly, Felly and any of those other disposable white, no-titty having bitches you keep around you. There’s a reason why you drag that same drama and that same crowd to the ring with you everywhere you go. There’s a reason why you’re in the same position you were in a year ago. I don’t care how much you try spreading your wings to other markets, your position when it comes to being someone people actually give a fuck about watching has remained the same. You’re the come down.
The light-hearted cool down that every wrestling show needs. You settle everyone down before it’s time to watch the real action with the real superstars. You could never carry FGA on your back like I’ve done the past few years. So why is it that you thought you could possibly replace me when I left? Why is it that you think it’s going to be any different when you get into the ring with me again? The outcome will be what it’s always been: The Scandalous One standing over top of you.
I spent months trying to beat a mean streak in you. I spent months toughening you up, but you never seen had that shell up for longer than a few weeks. Every time it looks as if you’re going to turn the volume up, you dial back and slink into the same corner you were before. This whole Mid Atlantic title mess you’re into is typical. It’s the same shit that you’ve been into as the tag team champion. Giving out title shots to your friends and looking dumb when you realize that they’re just using you to get ahead. I haven’t been paying much attention, but it looks as if that’s the gist of what’s going on.
Not that anyone outside your little bubble really cares. I tried telling you not to get caught up this because I saw more in you, but lately I’ve been seeing less and less. Your focus is gone and it’s no shocker as to why. Just admit it Annie. Wrestling isn’t your business. This has never been something you wanted to fully get into, you were just playing follow the leader. It was the only way you get any kind of attention on at you. It was the only way you could noticed by the big bad people you idolized.
But I’ve shown you the dark side of this and I will continuing showing it to you. I will continue to show you that this isn’t what you want. This isn’t the business you want to let consume you. It’s evident every time you get into the ring with the Scandalous One that you’ll never make it above a certain point being the way you are now. You want everyone to love you and you want everyone to love every body else. You want everyone to play by the rules but this is a dirty game and you’re just bending over waiting to get fucked. I’ll fuck you Annie, but I won’t let it ruin your personal life. Wink. I’ll fuck you Annie, but it won’t be for free. There’s a reason why you’ve been doing everything you can to do everything but wrestle. The mixtapes. The shitty music. The trash ass nudes. The Playboy. The marriage.
You’re slowly playing your cards right so that you can leave the business and remain substantial. Well you’re not using my name to step on in this little fan fiction of yours. You can try to create a safe world around you, I’ll infiltrate every single time. Wrestling is my world. I didn’t have to create my own. I OWN the one that’s already created. This match is bigger than you this time It’s about reclaiming my spot in the main event after the biggest health scare of my life. This is my road to redemption and you’re just going to be validation that Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine is the hottest thing going in FGA. No. The hottest thing going in the atmosphere.
June 26, 2016
Lakeland, FL
Location: Lakeland Regional Health (After Hours)
Both Rikichet and Kitasumi stood on opposite ends of Tony Carmine’s hospital bed. The two looked over at Tony who was still unconscious from the injury suffered just a few hours ago. Riki looked over at Kiko and nodded towards him. Both men knelt down very quietly and it looked as if they were about to pray. Just as both Riki and Kiko bowed their heads, a voice from the dark corner of the room startled them.
“Wait.” Santos came creeping out of the corner, his hair and clothes completely blending in with the darkness in the background. Riki and Kiko both jumped to their feet, Kiko almost ready to charge at the demon.
Santos chuckled. “Tranquilo ese. Tranquilo.”
“What are you doing here?” Rikichet asked
“Lookin for some tacos. What the fuck you think. I come save my friend.” Santos grabs some of his hair. “Seen these split ends? I need him out of this.” He then grabs some of Rikichet’s hair. “Seem like you do too holmes.”
Riki snatches his head away from Santos’ grasp. “…” Kiko steps up to Santos. “We will never get rid of you. That doesn’t mean we can’t.”Kiko and Santos locked eyes. There’s history here that would take years to explain, but it was all there. Between the three—well four—of them, things have been rocky and rugged.
Once again, Santos chuckled in the face of Kiko. “That’s sweet. But you eses are nothing but His messengers. Only He can get rid of me, but He needs me so he won’t. I am no messenger vato.” Santos stepped closer to Kiko. “Yo soy El Cucuy. Diablo es mi hermano. Comprende?”
Kiko scoffed before looking at Riki. “If you think all we do and all we can do is message…” Riki and Kiko share a laugh of their own before each wrapped their hands around Santos’ throat. The Goats slammed Cucuy against the wall and slowly lifted him up with their chokehold. “Now you see, this as high as you will ever be.”
Santos started choking before his eyes rolled in the back of his head. The room suddenly got darker as Rikichet and Kitasumi found themselves slowly lowering Santos to his feet. With his eyes still rolled back, Santos was now the one with his hands wrapped around each of the Goats. Chuckling maniacally, he dragged both Riki and Kiko back over to Tony who was still knocked out in the hospital bed. He released his grip and forced both men to face Tony on opposite sides as the heart rate monitor beeped with more and more frequency. Almost in a trance, the Goats met their hands together over Tony’s body. Santos stripped Tony of the hospital equipment as well the hospital gown (because he knew Tony would faint from embarrassment after seeing himself in one).
Cucuy, who’s pupils are still gone, stands before Tony’s bare body as the Goats hold each hands over it. He begins to utter a prayer in Spanish.
Cuando la inseguridad me golpea como un viento furioso
Estar conmigo , Diablo
Cuando la duda me llama la atención como un rayo
recordarme de la verdad
Cuando el miedo sobre los poderes me
Abrázame en su ala, Gran Dragón
Si el dolor me agarra como una garra
sanarme , con su gran poder
Cuando la depresión me llena como el agua en un pozo
Ducha mi alma de alegría , ángel hermoso pavo real
La ansiedad se arrastra por mi mente , haciéndose cargo de mis pensamientos
me coloque en tierra firme
Cuando siento que no soy lo suficientemente bueno ,
Hacer mi espíritu brille como una estrella , Wise Serpiente
Y si siento que es demasiado difícil de seguir
Dame fuerza
After the prayer, Santos’ eyes returned to normal. A light flashed through the window in a split second. Tony Carmine had risen. He looks to see Rikichet, Kitasumi and Santos standing around him, before looking down. “One of you motherfuckers better had brought me some clothes…”
Riki, Kiko and Santos looked at each other very intently before breaking out in collective laughter.
~ Off-Cam ~
I’ll admit it…it felt good. That moment when Solarflare hit. That one moment when I came running through that curtain. To hear the people gasp and, dare I say light up with excitement, felt good. Danny and Johnny were already doing their deed to Zero. Why else would Tony “come out of retirement” to interrupt? Of course he’d be saving Zero, and in turn, turn over a new leaf in his career.
The seeds were sown. I had spent that last month kissing any and everybody’s ass on Twitter. I followed fucking Molly Reid and Fujiko Mine for crying out loud. Not only did I follow them, but I said FUCKING NICE THINGS about both of them. Don’t get me started on Cordy, that’s something I’ll probably just leave at bay for now. I mean what kinda threat is she teaming up with DAN! Ha. If I want the Kings to have the tag team titles, the Scandalous One can outsource. Because that’s the plan. That’s been the plan.
So yeah, it felt nice to not have trash thrown at me for those first few minutes. But it felt even better when I swerved the fuck out of all them and bashed the back of Zero’s bitch ass head with a mic. It felt even better to listen to the chorus of boos as me and my fellow Kings proceeded to give that sorry piece of shit a Royal ass whoopin’. Facts. It felt even better knowing that I had my opportunity at another title in the bag once Cannon became the champion. Facts. I love the old hound but he knows he’s a placeholder.
In light of the Lion’s Cup, we planned this all out so that the Kings could play pass the baton with the FGA Championship. Whoever wins that tournament will have to wait in line until we deem them worthy of a championship match. We don’t need a scrooge in our way as the New Kings prepares their soldiers to conquer the battlefield. Whether it’s the winner of the Cup or someone who didn’t win the cup.
Someone who cannot beat the Scandalous One. Someone who can hang out with all of the best wrestlers and pow wow with the greats, and yet none of that talent seems to rub off on her. The little fucking engine that couldn’t. The tragic Disney child star who’s struggling to make the public see her as an adult. Whether it’s Annie Zel-errr-Dupree, who’s only here to tune me the fuck up, it doesn’t matter. The game plan hasn’t changed since day one, and it won’t change until Above and Beyond is over, and the Scandalous One is standing over the fallen with the FGA World title in his hands.
Run In
August 2, 2016
Miami, FL
Location: Target
I was walking through the parking lot with all of my hos. I was in a good mood today so I decided to take them shopping. They love when they get to go out in public with me, because everything is all natural. It’s the nicest I am to them, because in public I have to keep a low profile. These are just girls I hang out with, so for this next hour or so they’re on the same level with me. However, it’s never made any of them go overboard because; of course we all have to go back home sooner or later. I wasn’t really paying attention to them since I had Kenny in my hear.
On the phone with Kucci:
“How the fuck that go down?”
“What the hell would I know about Santos and the Goats getting into it? I was out of body, out of mind.”
“Oh so that shit was before you woke up and shit?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. When I finally came to I was butt fucking naked and they were standing around me laughing at my boner.”
Clarissa, one of my newest acquisitions, started to snicker a bit behind me. “Hold on Kenn Doll.” I turned back. “Something funny, bitch?” Clarissa gulped and shook her head ‘no.’ I looked around to make sure no one else was around. “I thought so. Now when we get in here ya’ll only getting one outfit a piece. No jewelry. No handbags. Definitely no fucking make up. That’s not in your budget today. I’m just getting sick of you rats running around in the same clothes everyday. It’s tacky and no bitches of mine will be seen as tacky. The regulars are starting to notice.”
Tony let the women walk past him into the store and put the phone back to his ear. “Sorry Kenny. I’m back.”
“Damn bruh you takin’ yo hos on a field trip?”
I laugh. “Ha. No we’re just at Target. I needed to pick up some toiletries so I decided to let these hos get some new clothes. I’ve had clients complain about tackiness. Can’t have that.”
“Word. So yeah bruh I asked Santos what happen he ain’t tell me shit. I know that nigga at BB crib I might pull up. Ain’t seen the homie Banks in a minute anyway or Elvis. That’s my nigga. All I know is we can’t have this kinda shit goin’ on. Everyone together is what makes this ship sail, ya dig?”
“I dig.”
“I need my Rich Homiez. My Goats. My angels and my demons all in alignment. Shit ain’t been this cohesive ever my nigga I don’t wanna go back to them war years. Too much blood lost. Too many homies gone.”
“Look I understand, but for the last time. I wasn’t up when it happened so I can’t tell you anything. I’m more focused on getting back into the swing of things with FGA anyways.”
He took a long pause as I strolled around through the different aisles at Target.
“That was some Emmy award winning shit you pulled on that nigga Zero. I was crackin’ up whole time.”
“Well it was just another night on the job Kenn Doll. I tried my best to warn everyone not to trust me, I guess I was so good at kissing ass just like everyone else, they fell for it. You know you have your hipsters who claim they saw it coming all along, but that happens always. Even Zero will probably say he saw it all coming, and if he well then he’s smarter than he looks.”
Kenny starts laughing. “So what ya’ll gonna do next?”
“We have the gears grinding. The wheels are in motion. I just have Annie to worry about next show.”
Kenny starts laughing even harder. “Boy you gon’ getcho ass whooped.”
“Seriously? Every time I step into the ring with that bitch, I become her daddy. Nothing’s changed.”
“Aye man she not no little girl. She prob gonna make a point to bring extra fire your way since the last time ya’ll fought.”
“And I’ll be ready. But I don’t agree with you…” I walked pass the customer service desk and noticed something…well someone that caught my eye. It was Chauncey behind the service desk in a red Target uniform. “Kenn Doll…let me call you right back, hun.”
I’m baaaaccccckkkkkkk! I know you all missed me. I hope none of you thought that the New Kings were nearing the end of their reign. I hope no one changed their seats and positions and got comfortable in them. It’s back to business as usual. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine fooled you all. I was getting cards from people I’d never even get a hi from in the hallways. I was getting letters from all of these fans who seemingly came out the fucking woodwork, because when I was around busting my ass week in and week out, everyone in the stands boo me. Everyone on the internet talks shit. Everyone in the locker room turns their noses up at me in disgust every time I’m out there doing what I do best.
But have a little fall, and now suddenly everyone loves you. Kiss a little ass and now suddenly everyone’s so devastated about how you had to leave the game before your time. Throw some of these peasants a bone and make them feel good about themselves and suddenly you’re the God they never had. You’re a mentor. You’re a veteran who’s earned respect.
The patronizing I received while I was down is nothing more than a testament to how fake each and everyone is in this business. I spent the last three years in FGA berating all of you. Beating all of you. Destroying each and every one of you all’s aspirations of getting to the top. I’ve beamed by burning sunlight down on this company and this industry without rest. I’ve let my light shine wherever the hell I choose to go, and it was never with the help of anyone but myself. I’ve been a walking paradigm shift to this business since the day I first stepped foot in the ring, and no one chooses to respect it until I was gone for good. None of you cared about my well being, you just came over to make sure I was down for good. You all just wanted to see if I was really gone so that it would open up the skies to new stars. I have bad news for all of you, and I’m sending the message through Annie Dupree.
Annie. Annie. Annie.
You know, I’m really looking forward to our match this week on Vertigo. I don’t know if you’re doing the same. You can pretend like this is some big opportunity for you. You can act like you’re going to do your all you can do to show me that you’re no longer Annie Zellor, the little girl with a dream. You’re not Annie Dupree: the grown woman with a body of work more impressive than a lot of the badasses that call themselves wrestlers.
I’m sure when I left, Annie, you were one of many who had a grin to hide. I’m sure when it looked as if I was actually retired and never coming back, it hit you that this could finally be your chance to move up to that next level. You know that as long as the Scandalous One is around, you’ll be considered but so high to the powers at be. Just like so many others in your league. Ruby Tyler. Izzy Anders. Savannah Taylor. Molly Reid. Fuji. You’re in the class with all of these bitches in FGA who pray on the downfall of the New Kings.
You pray and you pray and you pray. Yet when you have the opportunity to show that you have what it takes to take my spot, you all flounder. How many times, Annie, has FGA tried to pit us against each other? How many times has management insulted my intelligence and my talent by constantly insinuating that you and I are the on the same realms of superstardom? It must get sickening to you after a while. The pressure that comes with facing a high profile opponent such as the Scandalous One has always been too much for you. That’s why I say you probably aren’t as excited for this match as I am.
I know why you refuse to let go of all of the high school drama. There’s a reason why you’d rather play As the World Turns with Dom, Chase and Baroness. There’s a reason why you’re always caught up in some sorority girl situations with Molly, Felly and any of those other disposable white, no-titty having bitches you keep around you. There’s a reason why you drag that same drama and that same crowd to the ring with you everywhere you go. There’s a reason why you’re in the same position you were in a year ago. I don’t care how much you try spreading your wings to other markets, your position when it comes to being someone people actually give a fuck about watching has remained the same. You’re the come down.
The light-hearted cool down that every wrestling show needs. You settle everyone down before it’s time to watch the real action with the real superstars. You could never carry FGA on your back like I’ve done the past few years. So why is it that you thought you could possibly replace me when I left? Why is it that you think it’s going to be any different when you get into the ring with me again? The outcome will be what it’s always been: The Scandalous One standing over top of you.
I spent months trying to beat a mean streak in you. I spent months toughening you up, but you never seen had that shell up for longer than a few weeks. Every time it looks as if you’re going to turn the volume up, you dial back and slink into the same corner you were before. This whole Mid Atlantic title mess you’re into is typical. It’s the same shit that you’ve been into as the tag team champion. Giving out title shots to your friends and looking dumb when you realize that they’re just using you to get ahead. I haven’t been paying much attention, but it looks as if that’s the gist of what’s going on.
Not that anyone outside your little bubble really cares. I tried telling you not to get caught up this because I saw more in you, but lately I’ve been seeing less and less. Your focus is gone and it’s no shocker as to why. Just admit it Annie. Wrestling isn’t your business. This has never been something you wanted to fully get into, you were just playing follow the leader. It was the only way you get any kind of attention on at you. It was the only way you could noticed by the big bad people you idolized.
But I’ve shown you the dark side of this and I will continuing showing it to you. I will continue to show you that this isn’t what you want. This isn’t the business you want to let consume you. It’s evident every time you get into the ring with the Scandalous One that you’ll never make it above a certain point being the way you are now. You want everyone to love you and you want everyone to love every body else. You want everyone to play by the rules but this is a dirty game and you’re just bending over waiting to get fucked. I’ll fuck you Annie, but I won’t let it ruin your personal life. Wink. I’ll fuck you Annie, but it won’t be for free. There’s a reason why you’ve been doing everything you can to do everything but wrestle. The mixtapes. The shitty music. The trash ass nudes. The Playboy. The marriage.
You’re slowly playing your cards right so that you can leave the business and remain substantial. Well you’re not using my name to step on in this little fan fiction of yours. You can try to create a safe world around you, I’ll infiltrate every single time. Wrestling is my world. I didn’t have to create my own. I OWN the one that’s already created. This match is bigger than you this time It’s about reclaiming my spot in the main event after the biggest health scare of my life. This is my road to redemption and you’re just going to be validation that Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine is the hottest thing going in FGA. No. The hottest thing going in the atmosphere.