Post by Kelly Fox on Jan 28, 2010 12:58:20 GMT -6
Zelda: Owww... my head.....
Adam: You ok?
Zelda: I feel like I just went to the third round against Bald Bull....
Adam: You got hit from behind by Julietta.
Zelda: Close enough.
{As the conversation between brother and sister unfolds we can now see that we are backstage at Collision this week. Zelda is laying across a small two seat sofa as Adam stands above her with the ice pack for her head. Zelda swats it away as she groans and rolls over onto her stomach.}
Zelda: And we were doing so good too... I guess she just didn't have it in her not to be a backstabbing jerk.
Adam: Well, I'd hardly call you two friends, or even acquaintances, so I wouldn't say she stabbed you in the back, more like stayed true to form.
Zelda: Whatever it was, it was a jerk thing to do. We had a chance to show that drunk up and she goes and blasts me instead. That's like punching your partner into a pit in Battle Toads when you're on the hardest level.....
Adam: Are you ever going to forgive me for that?
Zelda: NEVER!
{As Zelda screams out she puts the palms of her hands on her forehead as she rolls over and grimaces in pain.}
Zelda: Ouch....
Adam: Serves you right.
Zelda: huh?
Adam: How many times have I told you, in matches like that you always have to be aware of what your partner was doing?! You had your back turned on a raving psycho, expecting her to just be all pleasant to you or something, while the situation was deteriorating.
Zelda: I know....
Adam: You screwed up, and you payed the price. You're going to have a lot more headaches like that if you don't shape up and start doing your homework for these matches instead of playing games all night.
{Zelda lowers her arms to her sides, and looks up and Adam with a bewildered look.}
Zelda: Aren't you supposed to be my sweet overprotective brother who is always worried about me?
Adam: I am... usually... right now I'm your hard ass trainer who wants to see you win, If you are going to be in this business, despite my worries, then you're going to have to start following my advice, because what you pulled out there will get you broken in half.
Zelda: I'm sorry.
Adam: Sorry doesn't cut it Zel. This is exactly why I was worried about you doing this, you've got all the talent, sometimes you're just missing the brain. Now you lay there and think about what you could of down better, after I give my acceptance speech, we're headed for a gym.
Zelda: What? Why?
Adam: Because you obviously still need some work, and Meta is only a week away, it's time to cram for the final exam.
Zelda: Are there gyms even open this late?
Adam: I got a friend who's going to let us into his private one.
Zelda: Adam!? Can't we just grab Kelly and go out for some pizza instead? My head is in too much pain for a workout, not right now.
Adam: That's another thing... no more junk food. And for at least this week.. no late night video game binging... got it?
Zelda: Why'd you have to choose now to go and break character on me? Owwww... I'm already suffering from withdraws.
Adam: Deal with it... anyway... I'm off, you get ready to go.
{Adam turns and leaves the room to get ready for his speech for the end of the night. Zelda sits up and lowers her head as the camera zooms in as Zelda's eyes get wide and worried.}
Zelda: I can't live on only five hours of gaming a day...... and... NO PIZZA!? What is he... Hitler?
{The scene fades away.}
~My brother... a smart man... but he worries too much. He worries that I'm going to get hurt, he worries that I'm not focused enough on wrestling. Pushaw, I'm completely focused. Just because it's not always what I eat, sleep, and breath doesn't mean I don't think this very seriously. I can save the Hyrule and NCW, I don't have to choose one or the other. It's me, this is my personality, I can't be something I'm not, I can't pretend to be anything else, I'm a video game nerd... and a wrestler, I'll give both everything I have, that's just me.
Well speaking of wrestling, there was something Adam taught me on your opponents tendencies, where he told me what to look for to see if I was getting to my opponent. That there was always that certain point where you know you've infested somebodies head, where you realize that who you are, or what you do has really struck a nerve with said person. I've noticed in wrestling, from being around my big brother so much that a lot of times this point is where you force your opponent to get outside their comfort level, you have them start fighting your battle instead of focusing on their own game plan. This is a sign that you're doing all the right things, because you've become like a T-Virus, you've infected them, they're no longer themselves, they are mindless zombies just following along the path you've set out for them.
Julietta for example is trying to act all gloomy and mean, trying to get me to fire back at you outside of my normal cheery, optimistic character. She wants me to fall to her level, she wants to drag me down to the depths of the abyss, but I'm not following. See, I don't take the road the others are, I don't walk around craving brains, I refuse to be one of these zombies, only going through the motions. She thinks she can take me down, tie an anchor to my ankle and watch me drown but she has failed to notice that she has walked a little too fast and already fell into my trap, has already broken this menacing dark character she pretends to be.
People want to talk about my love, and obsession over video games, that's cool, I've never hidden my love of the electronic distractions from anybody. I've never tried to claim that they weren't a huge part of my young life, however, you have this wacked out, menacing terror, who “only lives for pain” trying to tell me she is a such a devoted mother to two children that she knows enough about their video games that she can rebuff my claims? As Adam so elegantly puts it, I call grade A horse crap on that one. Her witty retorts sounded more like a twenty year old virgin with an impressive beard was throwing them out there other than the dark maniacal evil enchantress she tries to be. It sounds more like she went to good old Google, looked some crap up while surfing for her whips and chains, then decided to try and look smart to me... guess what... trap sprung, now start running down the narrow corridor Indiana, because you're about to get crushed.
I can see through the ruse, through the front being put up, I've got the x-ray goggles on, and Julietta is as transparent as my PS3 game cases. Look at her, breaking character before we even go head to head in the ring, trying to play to my level, it's a shame she's already resorting to this. Guess what you old crack head, you're not fooling anyone, so get off the high horse and realize what you're getting your old crippled bones into. You're facing off against the shinning star of the Women's division, the chosen hero of the NCW's women's title, you on the other hand are some washed up, used up, nobody who will never go anywhere because you're more worried about putting up some crazy idealistic image of the creepy mistress than you are about winning matches.
See I'm not going to be one of the legion, who just follow endless what they think is so “cool”. So many of NCW's women wrestlers want to be part of this “Xtreme” fad, where they're all about blood and violence, and you Lee are just one of them many unrecognizable faces. You blind into the crowd, you disappear into the masses because you're just the same. You're nothing special, you never were, you aren't going to be the one who leads NCW's women's division to glory because you can't, you're as forgettable as the first boss in Final Fantasy 7, we've all seen your schtick before... “don't attack when the tail's up” “don't attack when the snail is inside it's shell” “don't attack when the wind raptor closes it's wings” “don't attack he dragon in mist form”, it's old and predictable, just like you.
If you're act wasn't tiring enough, you want to be like me so bad that you would go as far as to practically denounce your own character to try and act like me, going so far as the say it's your kids that taught you this way.... BS. You don't want to be what you are, you're ashamed of what you've become. You wish you could be young, attractive, and talented as I am, but you can't. So you pretend to be all scary, good try, but like I said, all a transparent ruse. This week at Metamorphosis, I'm going to show you what video games have taught me, the more epic the enemy tries to act, the more they try and be intimidating, the more they are really just whiny little push overs in the end.
This Sunday, my game is only beginning as the first women's champion, while yours is coming to and end as the footnote of my career. My dreams will be shinning, while your worst knitemares will be showing you the truth.... that I'm just better than you, and I have the high score to prove it.~
Adam: You ok?
Zelda: I feel like I just went to the third round against Bald Bull....
Adam: You got hit from behind by Julietta.
Zelda: Close enough.
{As the conversation between brother and sister unfolds we can now see that we are backstage at Collision this week. Zelda is laying across a small two seat sofa as Adam stands above her with the ice pack for her head. Zelda swats it away as she groans and rolls over onto her stomach.}
Zelda: And we were doing so good too... I guess she just didn't have it in her not to be a backstabbing jerk.
Adam: Well, I'd hardly call you two friends, or even acquaintances, so I wouldn't say she stabbed you in the back, more like stayed true to form.
Zelda: Whatever it was, it was a jerk thing to do. We had a chance to show that drunk up and she goes and blasts me instead. That's like punching your partner into a pit in Battle Toads when you're on the hardest level.....
Adam: Are you ever going to forgive me for that?
Zelda: NEVER!
{As Zelda screams out she puts the palms of her hands on her forehead as she rolls over and grimaces in pain.}
Zelda: Ouch....
Adam: Serves you right.
Zelda: huh?
Adam: How many times have I told you, in matches like that you always have to be aware of what your partner was doing?! You had your back turned on a raving psycho, expecting her to just be all pleasant to you or something, while the situation was deteriorating.
Zelda: I know....
Adam: You screwed up, and you payed the price. You're going to have a lot more headaches like that if you don't shape up and start doing your homework for these matches instead of playing games all night.
{Zelda lowers her arms to her sides, and looks up and Adam with a bewildered look.}
Zelda: Aren't you supposed to be my sweet overprotective brother who is always worried about me?
Adam: I am... usually... right now I'm your hard ass trainer who wants to see you win, If you are going to be in this business, despite my worries, then you're going to have to start following my advice, because what you pulled out there will get you broken in half.
Zelda: I'm sorry.
Adam: Sorry doesn't cut it Zel. This is exactly why I was worried about you doing this, you've got all the talent, sometimes you're just missing the brain. Now you lay there and think about what you could of down better, after I give my acceptance speech, we're headed for a gym.
Zelda: What? Why?
Adam: Because you obviously still need some work, and Meta is only a week away, it's time to cram for the final exam.
Zelda: Are there gyms even open this late?
Adam: I got a friend who's going to let us into his private one.
Zelda: Adam!? Can't we just grab Kelly and go out for some pizza instead? My head is in too much pain for a workout, not right now.
Adam: That's another thing... no more junk food. And for at least this week.. no late night video game binging... got it?
Zelda: Why'd you have to choose now to go and break character on me? Owwww... I'm already suffering from withdraws.
Adam: Deal with it... anyway... I'm off, you get ready to go.
{Adam turns and leaves the room to get ready for his speech for the end of the night. Zelda sits up and lowers her head as the camera zooms in as Zelda's eyes get wide and worried.}
Zelda: I can't live on only five hours of gaming a day...... and... NO PIZZA!? What is he... Hitler?
{The scene fades away.}
~My brother... a smart man... but he worries too much. He worries that I'm going to get hurt, he worries that I'm not focused enough on wrestling. Pushaw, I'm completely focused. Just because it's not always what I eat, sleep, and breath doesn't mean I don't think this very seriously. I can save the Hyrule and NCW, I don't have to choose one or the other. It's me, this is my personality, I can't be something I'm not, I can't pretend to be anything else, I'm a video game nerd... and a wrestler, I'll give both everything I have, that's just me.
Well speaking of wrestling, there was something Adam taught me on your opponents tendencies, where he told me what to look for to see if I was getting to my opponent. That there was always that certain point where you know you've infested somebodies head, where you realize that who you are, or what you do has really struck a nerve with said person. I've noticed in wrestling, from being around my big brother so much that a lot of times this point is where you force your opponent to get outside their comfort level, you have them start fighting your battle instead of focusing on their own game plan. This is a sign that you're doing all the right things, because you've become like a T-Virus, you've infected them, they're no longer themselves, they are mindless zombies just following along the path you've set out for them.
Julietta for example is trying to act all gloomy and mean, trying to get me to fire back at you outside of my normal cheery, optimistic character. She wants me to fall to her level, she wants to drag me down to the depths of the abyss, but I'm not following. See, I don't take the road the others are, I don't walk around craving brains, I refuse to be one of these zombies, only going through the motions. She thinks she can take me down, tie an anchor to my ankle and watch me drown but she has failed to notice that she has walked a little too fast and already fell into my trap, has already broken this menacing dark character she pretends to be.
People want to talk about my love, and obsession over video games, that's cool, I've never hidden my love of the electronic distractions from anybody. I've never tried to claim that they weren't a huge part of my young life, however, you have this wacked out, menacing terror, who “only lives for pain” trying to tell me she is a such a devoted mother to two children that she knows enough about their video games that she can rebuff my claims? As Adam so elegantly puts it, I call grade A horse crap on that one. Her witty retorts sounded more like a twenty year old virgin with an impressive beard was throwing them out there other than the dark maniacal evil enchantress she tries to be. It sounds more like she went to good old Google, looked some crap up while surfing for her whips and chains, then decided to try and look smart to me... guess what... trap sprung, now start running down the narrow corridor Indiana, because you're about to get crushed.
I can see through the ruse, through the front being put up, I've got the x-ray goggles on, and Julietta is as transparent as my PS3 game cases. Look at her, breaking character before we even go head to head in the ring, trying to play to my level, it's a shame she's already resorting to this. Guess what you old crack head, you're not fooling anyone, so get off the high horse and realize what you're getting your old crippled bones into. You're facing off against the shinning star of the Women's division, the chosen hero of the NCW's women's title, you on the other hand are some washed up, used up, nobody who will never go anywhere because you're more worried about putting up some crazy idealistic image of the creepy mistress than you are about winning matches.
See I'm not going to be one of the legion, who just follow endless what they think is so “cool”. So many of NCW's women wrestlers want to be part of this “Xtreme” fad, where they're all about blood and violence, and you Lee are just one of them many unrecognizable faces. You blind into the crowd, you disappear into the masses because you're just the same. You're nothing special, you never were, you aren't going to be the one who leads NCW's women's division to glory because you can't, you're as forgettable as the first boss in Final Fantasy 7, we've all seen your schtick before... “don't attack when the tail's up” “don't attack when the snail is inside it's shell” “don't attack when the wind raptor closes it's wings” “don't attack he dragon in mist form”, it's old and predictable, just like you.
If you're act wasn't tiring enough, you want to be like me so bad that you would go as far as to practically denounce your own character to try and act like me, going so far as the say it's your kids that taught you this way.... BS. You don't want to be what you are, you're ashamed of what you've become. You wish you could be young, attractive, and talented as I am, but you can't. So you pretend to be all scary, good try, but like I said, all a transparent ruse. This week at Metamorphosis, I'm going to show you what video games have taught me, the more epic the enemy tries to act, the more they try and be intimidating, the more they are really just whiny little push overs in the end.
This Sunday, my game is only beginning as the first women's champion, while yours is coming to and end as the footnote of my career. My dreams will be shinning, while your worst knitemares will be showing you the truth.... that I'm just better than you, and I have the high score to prove it.~