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Godzilla Weighs In.
Topic Started: Jun 26 2010, 12:46 AM (31 Views)
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A good job Northern California still has its fair share of deserts, otherwise, I might actually have to think of a setting. She is, as most of my LA natives tend to be, a child of the dusk. This, in practice just means that her and the rock she's sitting on are both throwing their collective long shadow over the man with the mic, a Mr. Toby Bostock. It's getting cool, Toby's found himself a parka and even Jenny has her Pirate coat pulled up. Traditionally, it's Toby who starts these things off, what with him being the interviewer and all, but he seems to be having a little difficulty, so let's just leave the opening remarks with the Dual Crown Champion.

Jenny: Ah've been thinkin'...

There's a long pause here: it's a test for Toby.

Toby: ...

He passes, barely. He thought about the obvious "did it hurt?" quip, but resisted.

Jenny: 'Bout how much of an advantage it is for me, waitin' for de one who wins de Rumble. Thirty people in dere, who what dey gotta do. Throw de rest out, an' be de last one dere for when mah music hits. Pretty fuckin' simple, huh? Dey know who dey're facin', an' Ah bet every single one'a dem believes it's gonna be dem who does it. 'Cause Ah can tell you right now, if'ey don't, den dey're already fucked...

Again, Toby thinks about speaking, but decides he's eventually going to just let her carry on. Truth is, he's never quite got used to her glare.

Jenny: Le's say, for de sake'a argument 'at all thirty are properly gunnin' for it. Thirty people, lookin' down de tunnel at me; an' here's me on de outside, wonderin' which of'em it's gonna be. How do Ah get ready for some'in like'at? Dere's some out dere, Ah reckon Ah can throw about pretty easily, some Ah can't. Some Ah reckon Ah can beat in a straight up punch-out, some Ah don't. Some of'em, Ah hope end up burnin' in a firey pit, an' some Ah don't.

Toby: Wel-

She cuts him off with a raised hand.

Jenny: Ah ain't dat stupid. Dere are advantages an' disadvantages. Ah'll be fresh, dey won' be. Ah'm not walkin' in wi' any knocks, Ah'll be warmed up, but not knackered. Question Ah been wonderin' is'is: How fucked up does de winner have to be before dis balance properly tips in mah favour. Take Sadovsky's complaint, 'at de first time Ah beat him, it was after a war wi' your friend an' mine, Ash Koopa. Up to about an' hour before, Ah's still under de impression Ah's up against Nick Allen. Sure, Ah knew dere was a good chance he wouldn't make it, which is why dere was'at match booked in de first place. Call it fifty-fifty, ok?

Toby: Sounds fair, I guess...

Jenny: An' let's sat on any given day, dere's about a fifty-fifty chance of either Ash or Pyotr walkin' away wi' de win. Ah'd say'at's fair odds considerin' we didn't know what was happenin' before, right?

Toby: I suppose...

Jenny: So up until about a couple of hours before de match, dere was only a one in four chance'a me actually facin' him. Ah could devote a li'l bit'a time to a gameplan for him, but not'at much, 'cause dere were two other guys Ah could be fightin'. Now Ah suppose bah now ya wonderin' where Ah'm goin' wi' dis, huh?

There's still a low, relatively even tone to her voice. A hint of a growl maybe, but that's just the way she speaks. Toby nods.

Jenny: Well, in answer to Mr. Sadovsky's bitchin', Ah have to say dis: Not knowin' who Ah'm up against at de start of a night is no fuckin' advantage to me. Really, Ah gotta hope dat de other twen'y nine give de winner enough of a kickin' so mah bein' rested really does help me. Now last time, maybe Ah was just lucky, an' maybe Ah wasn't. Dis time, Ah can't rely on de loser to give de winner de kickin' he deserves, because if twenty nine people are knockin' fuck out of one, dat one isn't winnin' nothin'. An' Ah can't be relyin' on anyone to be knockin' anyone down for de count, because Ah know from experience, it's a fuck load easier to knock someone out'a de ring dan it is to knock 'em out an' keep 'em knocked out, especially when you gotta bit'a help.

Here, Toby feels he has to interject.

Toby: So, where are you going with this?

Jenny: Basically, Ah'm very politely askin' Mr. Sadovsky to shut his fuckin' pie-hole, because if it was as easy as he's makin' out, it'd be him sittin' here on dis rock talkin' to you, about how Ah said some'in stupid like how Ah'm gonna beat him to death wi'at French witch he carries wi' him.

Yeah, about that... Toby thinks he's going to say something, but in the end doesn't.

Jenny: Another thing Ah wanna address is Keith Williams, who has still done fuck all except whine. Oh wait, he's also been a crude scumfuck. Nothin' new dere den. Oh yeah, wondered what Ah've done wi' de belts. Well, Ah brought de blood an' de pain. Didn't bring his idea of dignity, 'cause as far as Ah can tell, his idea of dignity is wife-beatin' horse shit. Ah'll stick wi' bleedin' all over steel cages, thanks. Hurts a bit more, but Ah don' feel quite so dirty an' pathetic once it's all done.

She's starting to sound a bit more of a savage here.

Jenny: Fucker needs a boot to de balls even more'n dat other sleazoid creep, Carner.

Slowly, and for reasons only known to himself, Toby raises his hand, as if asking a stern teacher a question. Actually, that's a fairly good analogy for the situation.

Toby: Are we going to do this for everyone?

Jenny: Naw. Not enough daylight left. Too many of de fuckers. De fuck more is dere to say to thirty fuckin' people? Ah don't have time to rag on 'em all. Ah don't got enough time to give 'em advice, an' Ah sure as fuck ain't gonna wish any'a dem good luck. All Ah will say..

The Death Stare turns from Toby to the camera.

Jenny: If you can take de belts from me after'at. You'll deserve 'em. Ah'm gonna make sure'a dat...
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