Peaches #7
Nov 2, 2016 19:37:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 19:37:35 GMT -5
“Ain’t that just a kick in the teeth,” Peaches growls as she throws back some Corona. She’s pacing around the balcony of her Los Angeles hotel room, wearing a Raleigh Rebels t-shirt and some jean shorts. “Like none of y’all ain’t ever tried to think outside the box to try and win a match. An’ I know it ain’t exactly pay off - MacRear fought through the fear and beat me. Grats to him for that.”
“An’ I gotta put up with weeks of jokes ‘bout the smell,” she scoffs, “an’ I gotta spend hundred of dollars to get a spa day…” Peaches pauses to sip her Corona again, “...actually I ain’t gonna complain ‘bout that. They pampered the hell outta me! Made me feel brand new - that’s the Wi spa on Wilshire!” she signals the camera with a thumbs up.
“Where was I?”
“The taunting. Yeah, I had Jordan Cain tryna ban me from the arena. Left me off the show ‘cause he was worried I’d smell too bad. Had me bring him receipts for my spa day so he’d know I’d showered. An’ worse than that, I got Macy Dover making wisecracks ‘bout me. Like she’s better than me somehow…”
“Well it ain’t ‘cause of her win-loss record this year,” Peaches shrugs.
“An’ lord knows it ain’t ‘cause she’s got some title around her waist,” she shrugs again.
“Maybe they tightened your hair too damn tight, Mace, ‘cause the blood just ain’t circulating up there is it?” Peaches sips her beer again as she leans back against the balcony railing. “But I ain’t gonna stand here and say you’re untalented or nothin’ like that. There’s an SSWA Heavyweight title belt sitting on a shelf in your home somewhere that says you can get the job done…”
“You just can’t get it done lately,” Peaches says, accusingly, “but congrats on your first win of the year. Only took ‘til the end of September. An’ now maybe you can try and make it two, you’ve just gotta get along with Jaelynn Ramsey. An’ while you two are plannin’ whatever team tactics y’all are gonna employ this week, ask her if I can get it done in the ring, Mace.”
“Ask Jaelynn there what it was like when we faced off a coupla weeks back,” Peaches jabs a finger at the camera, “and ask her what it’ll be like if I’m even more pissed off than I was back then! ‘Cause I’m pissed right now. Ain’t gonna lie ‘bout it - between me and Dan losing my titles down in Texarkana, Cordy and Dan getting attacked at FGA’s Retribution, Dan getting knocked out the Lethal Lottery tournament, Jordan Cain tryna humiliate me - I ain’t having a good time right now.”
“I got Susan Kent in my corner, an’ I know she ain’t having the best of luck here in 3GW. But I’ll drag her up by the bootstraps if I have to. An’ I’ll make her work harder than she’s ever before, ‘cause I ain’t being tread on this week. Not by Jordan Cain, not by Macy Dover, not by Jaelynn Ramsey. You wanna kick me while I’m down? Maybe you shoulda kept me down, ‘cause I’m walking into that arena on Friday night with my head held high, Mace. An’ both of you are due an asskicking!”
“So me and Susie K, we’re gonna deliver that ass kicking. An’ when it’s all said an’ done, when we’ve whooped y’all like you deserve, you can go home and lick those wounds. Think twice ‘bout what you shoulda said to me in that office, or on camera. An’ if you, Macy, think ‘bout pushing me further then you better know that I ain’t backin’ down from you. I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re a former SSWA Heavyweight Champion, if you can bench four hundred pounds, or if you got to the finals of whatever tournament last year. In the here an’ now, ain’t no chance you’re anywhere near as good as me in that ring. This week I’ll prove it to you, an’ I ain’t gonna hesitate ‘bout doing it again. Then y’all can worry getting the stink off yourself - the stink of defeat!”
“An’ I gotta put up with weeks of jokes ‘bout the smell,” she scoffs, “an’ I gotta spend hundred of dollars to get a spa day…” Peaches pauses to sip her Corona again, “...actually I ain’t gonna complain ‘bout that. They pampered the hell outta me! Made me feel brand new - that’s the Wi spa on Wilshire!” she signals the camera with a thumbs up.
“Where was I?”
“The taunting. Yeah, I had Jordan Cain tryna ban me from the arena. Left me off the show ‘cause he was worried I’d smell too bad. Had me bring him receipts for my spa day so he’d know I’d showered. An’ worse than that, I got Macy Dover making wisecracks ‘bout me. Like she’s better than me somehow…”
“Well it ain’t ‘cause of her win-loss record this year,” Peaches shrugs.
“An’ lord knows it ain’t ‘cause she’s got some title around her waist,” she shrugs again.
“Maybe they tightened your hair too damn tight, Mace, ‘cause the blood just ain’t circulating up there is it?” Peaches sips her beer again as she leans back against the balcony railing. “But I ain’t gonna stand here and say you’re untalented or nothin’ like that. There’s an SSWA Heavyweight title belt sitting on a shelf in your home somewhere that says you can get the job done…”
“You just can’t get it done lately,” Peaches says, accusingly, “but congrats on your first win of the year. Only took ‘til the end of September. An’ now maybe you can try and make it two, you’ve just gotta get along with Jaelynn Ramsey. An’ while you two are plannin’ whatever team tactics y’all are gonna employ this week, ask her if I can get it done in the ring, Mace.”
“Ask Jaelynn there what it was like when we faced off a coupla weeks back,” Peaches jabs a finger at the camera, “and ask her what it’ll be like if I’m even more pissed off than I was back then! ‘Cause I’m pissed right now. Ain’t gonna lie ‘bout it - between me and Dan losing my titles down in Texarkana, Cordy and Dan getting attacked at FGA’s Retribution, Dan getting knocked out the Lethal Lottery tournament, Jordan Cain tryna humiliate me - I ain’t having a good time right now.”
“I got Susan Kent in my corner, an’ I know she ain’t having the best of luck here in 3GW. But I’ll drag her up by the bootstraps if I have to. An’ I’ll make her work harder than she’s ever before, ‘cause I ain’t being tread on this week. Not by Jordan Cain, not by Macy Dover, not by Jaelynn Ramsey. You wanna kick me while I’m down? Maybe you shoulda kept me down, ‘cause I’m walking into that arena on Friday night with my head held high, Mace. An’ both of you are due an asskicking!”
“So me and Susie K, we’re gonna deliver that ass kicking. An’ when it’s all said an’ done, when we’ve whooped y’all like you deserve, you can go home and lick those wounds. Think twice ‘bout what you shoulda said to me in that office, or on camera. An’ if you, Macy, think ‘bout pushing me further then you better know that I ain’t backin’ down from you. I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re a former SSWA Heavyweight Champion, if you can bench four hundred pounds, or if you got to the finals of whatever tournament last year. In the here an’ now, ain’t no chance you’re anywhere near as good as me in that ring. This week I’ll prove it to you, an’ I ain’t gonna hesitate ‘bout doing it again. Then y’all can worry getting the stink off yourself - the stink of defeat!”