Peaches #8 vs. Dooder3G
Nov 15, 2016 18:51:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 18:51:54 GMT -5
“I ain’t gonna lie,” Peaches states before sipping gingerly on her bottle of Corona, “this ain’t been the best coupla weeks. An’, right now, I ain’t in the best place physically or mentally…”
“An’ I’m trying not to let it get me down.” she stresses the word, resting her hands against the balcony railing, beer clutched between her fingers. Peaches is facing out across the LA skyline just before dusk, wearing a mauve haltertop and some jean shorts … and a neck brace. “I probably gotta apologize to people for being absent from Twitter these last few days too. I had an accident during my match in Twin City Wrestle last week…” Peaches shakes her head, albeit only briefly before wincing in pain. “...when my opponent’s future selves pushed me off the top rope to the outside.”
“Yeah, it’s as weird as it sounds,” she states.
“An’ it ain’t even that they cost me an’ Dan the Texas titles, ‘cause that was our rematch. It ain’t even that I was laid up in bed with a handful of painkillers for company on the night that Cordy Stevenson became FGA World Champion…” Peaches sips the beer again, “...I missed Cordy winning the big one! An’ that’s worse than Jaelynn Ramsey takin’ shots at me on Twitter comparin’ my toothbrush to hot coals or whatever game she was playin’.”
“It’s worse than Macy Dover having a win over me.”
“It’s worse than knowing that Macy Dover ain’t gonna shut up next time I see her.”
“Like she could get any worse,” Peaches seethes, before sipping her Corona again, “nah! The worse part is I’m gonna go to Thursday Night Challenge at a disadvantage. An’ I’m gonna go in with this target on me. ‘Cause they say I’m fit to wrestle, an’ it ain’t gonna be too much of a problem.”
“But I’m gonna go up against Dooder3G, the Gang Green General,” Peaches smiles for a short while, reminiscing about the days before she started dating Dan Herrera, when she usually had a joint in her hands. It helped when she wrestled as Astronotix, who was more relaxed than her current self. “An’ I know I’ve gotta be one hundred and ten percent to face someone like him.”
“That’s where Jenny Knite went wrong,” she states, “an’ Alex Lyndon too. ‘Cause they went into that ring an’ looked at Dooder … they saw the kinda dumb hair, the spaced out look in his eyes. They probably heard he’s lookin’ for aliens with a coupla guys from…” Peaches pauses, “...I can’t remember where that Nando guy is from. But him and his friend. An’ they probably looked at all that an’ thought Dooder3G ain’t ever gonna amount to a hill of beans.”
“Well look where that got ‘em.”
“An’ I ain’t wanna make that mistake. ‘Cause I’ve seen what he can do in that ring now, an’ I know what to expect. The benefit of time and videotape, huh. An’ I know that goin’ into Thursday Night Challenge, Dooder’s gonna wanna keep his winning streak goin’. Make himself 3-0 here in 3GW…” Peaches sips her beer again, still looking out across the LA skyline, “...but nah. Two weeks ago - an’ I ain’t one to pass the buck - but I got let down by my tag partner. This week I’ve only got myself to rely on. I’ve only got myself to look out for.”
“And I’ve only got my own winning ways to care about.”
“‘Cause in a few weeks I’m heading to the Red Carpet Rumble to go one on one with Macy Dover, an’ I ain’t want this dark cloud hanging over my head then. I ain’t want this thoughts plaguing me then. An’ all that stuff’s ‘cause of these rough few weeks. So here’s what I’m gonna do now…” she undoes the neck brace, wincing as she takes it off, “...I’m gonna pick myself up by my bootstraps and walk into Thursday Night Challenge with my head held high. I’m gonna make amends for the last show, for that loss in Texarkana, an’ I’m gonna return to my winnin’ ways. I’m gonna make sure Dooder3G knows that I ain’t messin’ ‘round. I’m kickin’ butt in that ring, Dooder, whether you like it or not. An’ if I gotta use you to send a message to Macy Dover then I’m gonna do it. Make Jordan Cain take notice, and know that I ain’t here to be taken lightly. So come on, Dooder, lets do this!”
“An’ I’m trying not to let it get me down.” she stresses the word, resting her hands against the balcony railing, beer clutched between her fingers. Peaches is facing out across the LA skyline just before dusk, wearing a mauve haltertop and some jean shorts … and a neck brace. “I probably gotta apologize to people for being absent from Twitter these last few days too. I had an accident during my match in Twin City Wrestle last week…” Peaches shakes her head, albeit only briefly before wincing in pain. “...when my opponent’s future selves pushed me off the top rope to the outside.”
“Yeah, it’s as weird as it sounds,” she states.
“An’ it ain’t even that they cost me an’ Dan the Texas titles, ‘cause that was our rematch. It ain’t even that I was laid up in bed with a handful of painkillers for company on the night that Cordy Stevenson became FGA World Champion…” Peaches sips the beer again, “...I missed Cordy winning the big one! An’ that’s worse than Jaelynn Ramsey takin’ shots at me on Twitter comparin’ my toothbrush to hot coals or whatever game she was playin’.”
“It’s worse than Macy Dover having a win over me.”
“It’s worse than knowing that Macy Dover ain’t gonna shut up next time I see her.”
“Like she could get any worse,” Peaches seethes, before sipping her Corona again, “nah! The worse part is I’m gonna go to Thursday Night Challenge at a disadvantage. An’ I’m gonna go in with this target on me. ‘Cause they say I’m fit to wrestle, an’ it ain’t gonna be too much of a problem.”
“But I’m gonna go up against Dooder3G, the Gang Green General,” Peaches smiles for a short while, reminiscing about the days before she started dating Dan Herrera, when she usually had a joint in her hands. It helped when she wrestled as Astronotix, who was more relaxed than her current self. “An’ I know I’ve gotta be one hundred and ten percent to face someone like him.”
“That’s where Jenny Knite went wrong,” she states, “an’ Alex Lyndon too. ‘Cause they went into that ring an’ looked at Dooder … they saw the kinda dumb hair, the spaced out look in his eyes. They probably heard he’s lookin’ for aliens with a coupla guys from…” Peaches pauses, “...I can’t remember where that Nando guy is from. But him and his friend. An’ they probably looked at all that an’ thought Dooder3G ain’t ever gonna amount to a hill of beans.”
“Well look where that got ‘em.”
“An’ I ain’t wanna make that mistake. ‘Cause I’ve seen what he can do in that ring now, an’ I know what to expect. The benefit of time and videotape, huh. An’ I know that goin’ into Thursday Night Challenge, Dooder’s gonna wanna keep his winning streak goin’. Make himself 3-0 here in 3GW…” Peaches sips her beer again, still looking out across the LA skyline, “...but nah. Two weeks ago - an’ I ain’t one to pass the buck - but I got let down by my tag partner. This week I’ve only got myself to rely on. I’ve only got myself to look out for.”
“And I’ve only got my own winning ways to care about.”
“‘Cause in a few weeks I’m heading to the Red Carpet Rumble to go one on one with Macy Dover, an’ I ain’t want this dark cloud hanging over my head then. I ain’t want this thoughts plaguing me then. An’ all that stuff’s ‘cause of these rough few weeks. So here’s what I’m gonna do now…” she undoes the neck brace, wincing as she takes it off, “...I’m gonna pick myself up by my bootstraps and walk into Thursday Night Challenge with my head held high. I’m gonna make amends for the last show, for that loss in Texarkana, an’ I’m gonna return to my winnin’ ways. I’m gonna make sure Dooder3G knows that I ain’t messin’ ‘round. I’m kickin’ butt in that ring, Dooder, whether you like it or not. An’ if I gotta use you to send a message to Macy Dover then I’m gonna do it. Make Jordan Cain take notice, and know that I ain’t here to be taken lightly. So come on, Dooder, lets do this!”