Post by Kelly Fox on Mar 17, 2010 10:47:42 GMT -6
..:: Did you miss me? Really? I missed all of my Zombies too, having a week off sucked, but it was pretty much needed after what happened last Collision. I guess since I got last week off I got a short week to prepare this week with a Friday night match. However, it's all good as I'll be taking on Joe Everyman, shouldn't be much a problem really.
What you're telling me I should be scared because I'm facing a man? That I should be afraid because I'm facing a former three time National champion? Puhlease! Joe can't even beat me when we play Mario Kart Wii online. I'm all like 49-1 against him, what makes him think he'll be able to take my women's title if he can't even pass Funky Kong throwing an endless supply of red shells?
Oh, wrestling is different than cartoon characters shooting turtle shells at each other around a go kart track you say? To that I say, nuh uh. You got the big brutes like Bowser and Donkey Kong lumbering around, trying to get around the track using their size and strength, just like Harold Campbell. You got the medium sized guys like Mario and Luigi, they'd be more like Adam and Steve, using a blend of power and speed, there's the little dudes like me and Jack Hammond who rely on precision and speed, with athleticism mixed in, we'd be playing the parts of Baby Peach and Koopa Troopa obviously.
Then finally we have Joe Everyman... he's Toad. Nobody picks Toad, you know why because he's annoying and sucks, same for Joe. Sure people used to like him, people used to swear by him for time trials, but things grew, people got older and the more they thought about it, the tardo little mushroom wearing a diaper just didn't cut it for them anymore, and they moved on. Just like everybody has moved on from Joe Everyman.
He's not the talk around the watercooler, he's nothing special, he even admits so in his last name. He's just an "everyman", BORING! I need excitement, I need some thrill... but I get this generic CAW #1 to square off against. In three years Joe has gotten what? One world title match, I accomplished that within my first month and managed to win it! Yeah, he's so special, he couldn't win the world title in a ladder match where the only talent he actually needed was to be able to climb steps. Oh I'm so scared of mister unmet potential.
What is the guy so pathetic that he just gave up on going after his men belts, or does the staff just hate him so much they are trying to embarrass him by throwing him to the women? Either way it's pretty sad in my eyes that this once proud...(yeah right)... wrestler is being put into this match, and actually seems to be loving the idea!
Is this going to be the event that finally gets you to man up Joe? So what are you going to do be a man or are you going to come out and generic me to death by telling me how I'm so wrong about you and how you're not just some vanilla dude with a bad haircut? How about you go to the nearest pet store and bye me a hamster to try and cute me to death, or bribe a win? That's probably the safest way to go either, because I hate hamsters.
**mumbling voice**
What?
**mumbling voice**
I'm not facing Joe Everyman?
**mumbling voice**
Maria?
**mumbling voice**
Who the F is Maria!?
**mumbling voice**
Oh.... well... I.. Maria, replace Joe's name with yours and there you have it. I guess, whatever, I don't care... Nobody ever tells me anything around here!::..
{The scene opens inside a department store of some sort as Kelly and Zelda are in the back dressing room trying out some outfits, however we won't be getting any "good views" todays as this is strictly PG rated. Adam of course like any guy is sitting in a chair in front of the changing rooms, upside down, nearly bored to tears.}
Kelly: You should try this on.
Zelda: That's a little... um..."small" don't you think?
Kelly: You're a young woman Zelda, you should be wearing more alluring clothes, you know to really get guys' attentions.
Zelda: I don't know if that's really my thing, besides Adam gets mad if he sees me looking “trampy”.
Kelly: Oh God... don't listen to him, he's a brother. Never listen to what your brother has to say about clothes, because the response you get will always be extremely skewed.
Zelda: really?
Kelly: Yeah of course. He never cared when I wore something like this, you know why? Because he liked it, and he's afraid other guys are going to look at you the same way. Now here, just try it on, and see for yourself.
Zelda: If you say so....
{Zelda turns around, takes the bottom of her shirt and begins to pull it up over her head. When she does we get a nice look at the big horizontal stiched up slash going from about the middle of her back across to under her shoulder blade. Kelly gasps loudly as she sees it, Zelda pulls her shirt back down and somewhat embarrassingly turns back around with her head looking at the floor as she sits down on the little bench.}
Kelly: Is that..... that from the match?
Zelda: uh yeah, nothing else it could be from.
Kelly: Does that still hurt?
Zelda: Yes... surprisingly, a whole lot. That's why I had this past week off, I could barely move my right arm, at least I can do that now...
Kelly: Why didn't you just take this week off too.... that doesn't look like it's completely healed up.
Zelda: I couldn't, I was told I had to be at the arena and I had to wrestle a match...
Kelly: By who?!
Zelda: uh.... nobody.
{Zelda is silent as she just stares at the floor refusing to look up at Kelly, or even acknowledge a question was just asked. Kelly seems concerned, then angry as she gets an idea in her head.}
Kelly: It's not Adam is it? If it is I'm going to give him a piece of my mind, he shouldn't be pushing you like this, he knows better.
Zelda: No No, it's not Adam, he's been really nice since it happened, like more than usual.
Kelly: Then why, who's making you?
Zelda: Can we just forget I even brought it up?
Kelly: Fine... and here I thought we were about to finally start getting along like sisters and you can't even trust me?
Zelda: Kelly I can't...
Kelly: Whatever Zel....
{A deep sigh comes from Zelda.}
Zelda: Leonard.
{Kelly's head spins around as quick as lightning.}
Kelly: Do what?
Zelda: He told me, since I missed a few public appearances and I wasn't on the show at all last week, that I had to be in a match this week, or else.
Kelly: Are you serious? Something has gotten into that old man lately... I can't believe he'd do that to you. he should know better than to put one of his wrestlers in harm's way.
Zelda: Wait.. You... you actually believe me?
Kelly: Why wouldn't I? You have no reason to lie about something like that, and I've sorta thought he'd been acting funny lately anyway.
Zelda: You know, I'm having a lot of fun, it's actually nice to have a "sister" around.
Kelly: I'm glad too, now get up and try this on already.
Zelda: Shouldn't we try and wrap this up? I think Adam is about to kill himself out there.
Kelly: Oh don't be silly, he's a guy he loves doing this sorta thing. Besides, if he doesn't... he's a guy and he'll do anything for us either way. **winks**
Zelda: You're so manipulative....
Kelly: I get that right, I'm a pregnant woman, he's wrapped around my finger.
{The camera switches away from the girls and to Adam who is laying across two chairs, looking up, counting ceiling tiles. The scene fades away on the shot of Adam.}
What you're telling me I should be scared because I'm facing a man? That I should be afraid because I'm facing a former three time National champion? Puhlease! Joe can't even beat me when we play Mario Kart Wii online. I'm all like 49-1 against him, what makes him think he'll be able to take my women's title if he can't even pass Funky Kong throwing an endless supply of red shells?
Oh, wrestling is different than cartoon characters shooting turtle shells at each other around a go kart track you say? To that I say, nuh uh. You got the big brutes like Bowser and Donkey Kong lumbering around, trying to get around the track using their size and strength, just like Harold Campbell. You got the medium sized guys like Mario and Luigi, they'd be more like Adam and Steve, using a blend of power and speed, there's the little dudes like me and Jack Hammond who rely on precision and speed, with athleticism mixed in, we'd be playing the parts of Baby Peach and Koopa Troopa obviously.
Then finally we have Joe Everyman... he's Toad. Nobody picks Toad, you know why because he's annoying and sucks, same for Joe. Sure people used to like him, people used to swear by him for time trials, but things grew, people got older and the more they thought about it, the tardo little mushroom wearing a diaper just didn't cut it for them anymore, and they moved on. Just like everybody has moved on from Joe Everyman.
He's not the talk around the watercooler, he's nothing special, he even admits so in his last name. He's just an "everyman", BORING! I need excitement, I need some thrill... but I get this generic CAW #1 to square off against. In three years Joe has gotten what? One world title match, I accomplished that within my first month and managed to win it! Yeah, he's so special, he couldn't win the world title in a ladder match where the only talent he actually needed was to be able to climb steps. Oh I'm so scared of mister unmet potential.
What is the guy so pathetic that he just gave up on going after his men belts, or does the staff just hate him so much they are trying to embarrass him by throwing him to the women? Either way it's pretty sad in my eyes that this once proud...(yeah right)... wrestler is being put into this match, and actually seems to be loving the idea!
Is this going to be the event that finally gets you to man up Joe? So what are you going to do be a man or are you going to come out and generic me to death by telling me how I'm so wrong about you and how you're not just some vanilla dude with a bad haircut? How about you go to the nearest pet store and bye me a hamster to try and cute me to death, or bribe a win? That's probably the safest way to go either, because I hate hamsters.
**mumbling voice**
What?
**mumbling voice**
I'm not facing Joe Everyman?
**mumbling voice**
Maria?
**mumbling voice**
Who the F is Maria!?
**mumbling voice**
Oh.... well... I.. Maria, replace Joe's name with yours and there you have it. I guess, whatever, I don't care... Nobody ever tells me anything around here!::..
{The scene opens inside a department store of some sort as Kelly and Zelda are in the back dressing room trying out some outfits, however we won't be getting any "good views" todays as this is strictly PG rated. Adam of course like any guy is sitting in a chair in front of the changing rooms, upside down, nearly bored to tears.}
Kelly: You should try this on.
Zelda: That's a little... um..."small" don't you think?
Kelly: You're a young woman Zelda, you should be wearing more alluring clothes, you know to really get guys' attentions.
Zelda: I don't know if that's really my thing, besides Adam gets mad if he sees me looking “trampy”.
Kelly: Oh God... don't listen to him, he's a brother. Never listen to what your brother has to say about clothes, because the response you get will always be extremely skewed.
Zelda: really?
Kelly: Yeah of course. He never cared when I wore something like this, you know why? Because he liked it, and he's afraid other guys are going to look at you the same way. Now here, just try it on, and see for yourself.
Zelda: If you say so....
{Zelda turns around, takes the bottom of her shirt and begins to pull it up over her head. When she does we get a nice look at the big horizontal stiched up slash going from about the middle of her back across to under her shoulder blade. Kelly gasps loudly as she sees it, Zelda pulls her shirt back down and somewhat embarrassingly turns back around with her head looking at the floor as she sits down on the little bench.}
Kelly: Is that..... that from the match?
Zelda: uh yeah, nothing else it could be from.
Kelly: Does that still hurt?
Zelda: Yes... surprisingly, a whole lot. That's why I had this past week off, I could barely move my right arm, at least I can do that now...
Kelly: Why didn't you just take this week off too.... that doesn't look like it's completely healed up.
Zelda: I couldn't, I was told I had to be at the arena and I had to wrestle a match...
Kelly: By who?!
Zelda: uh.... nobody.
{Zelda is silent as she just stares at the floor refusing to look up at Kelly, or even acknowledge a question was just asked. Kelly seems concerned, then angry as she gets an idea in her head.}
Kelly: It's not Adam is it? If it is I'm going to give him a piece of my mind, he shouldn't be pushing you like this, he knows better.
Zelda: No No, it's not Adam, he's been really nice since it happened, like more than usual.
Kelly: Then why, who's making you?
Zelda: Can we just forget I even brought it up?
Kelly: Fine... and here I thought we were about to finally start getting along like sisters and you can't even trust me?
Zelda: Kelly I can't...
Kelly: Whatever Zel....
{A deep sigh comes from Zelda.}
Zelda: Leonard.
{Kelly's head spins around as quick as lightning.}
Kelly: Do what?
Zelda: He told me, since I missed a few public appearances and I wasn't on the show at all last week, that I had to be in a match this week, or else.
Kelly: Are you serious? Something has gotten into that old man lately... I can't believe he'd do that to you. he should know better than to put one of his wrestlers in harm's way.
Zelda: Wait.. You... you actually believe me?
Kelly: Why wouldn't I? You have no reason to lie about something like that, and I've sorta thought he'd been acting funny lately anyway.
Zelda: You know, I'm having a lot of fun, it's actually nice to have a "sister" around.
Kelly: I'm glad too, now get up and try this on already.
Zelda: Shouldn't we try and wrap this up? I think Adam is about to kill himself out there.
Kelly: Oh don't be silly, he's a guy he loves doing this sorta thing. Besides, if he doesn't... he's a guy and he'll do anything for us either way. **winks**
Zelda: You're so manipulative....
Kelly: I get that right, I'm a pregnant woman, he's wrapped around my finger.
{The camera switches away from the girls and to Adam who is laying across two chairs, looking up, counting ceiling tiles. The scene fades away on the shot of Adam.}