Post by Izzy Roxx on Oct 28, 2017 14:45:20 GMT -5
The latest video uploaded to the West Coast Genesis website opens inside of a packed lunch room. The camera takes a second to pan over the crowded tables, giving a general idea of the space, before zooming in on one specific section, occupied by a gaggle of girls. As the shot zooms in on the giggling bunch, a voice can be heard from off-camera:
'See that, Ruby? That is your world. They wear pink on Wednesdays, and they keep trying to make fetch happen, or whatever. And sometimes, they'll invite you over just so they can make you feel bad about yourself for an hour.
I don't belong there.'
The camera resumes its pan across the cafeteria, this time zooming in on a group of boisterous boys shoving each other and hollering as they stand in line for their lunch.
'And see the football team, right there? You may have noticed my buddy Seth there with them. That's 'cause he's in the team. But trust me...when they go to sit down? He's not gonna go with them. He knows he doesn't belong there either.'
As if on cue, a chubby, heavy-set boy detaches himself from the romping group and walks towards the camera, a smile dawning across his features as he waves to it.
'See?', the voice says, smugly. 'Told ya.'
A loud thump and a call of 'what's up, peeps?' herald the arrival of Seth, whose torso and chin briefly appear in frame before the footage becomes blurry. A moment later, the reason for the blurriness becomes evident, as a reverse shot indicates that Seth has now taken up his mantle as official cameraman. His lens focuses in on the remaining occupants of the table – the four members of Lipstick Taser, plus a long-haired boy in glasses and a black boy in an Overwatch t-shirt – as the speaker, WCG roster member Izzy Roxx, thrusts a hands out towards them in a sweeping gesture.
'And this, Ruby...is my world. This is where I belong. Right here with the freaks and the geeks and the misfits. This is my crowd. Not those girls over there.'
Izzy jerks a thumb over her shoulder, an expression of disgust briefly crossing her face, before continuing:
'And that, Ruby...is why you're never gonna understand me. Oh, I know you tried – you tried real] hard. And that was real cool of you. But you still didn't get it. And you know why? 'Cause you're looking at it from your world. And as we've just established...your world is not my world. In my world, if you get a title shot when you have a losing record, somebody's probably trying to play a prank on you. In your world...it's probably Tuesday.'
The look on the youngster's face darkens into a scowl.
'See, Ruby...as much as you want to think we're alike..we're not. Not even close. You're hot. And blonde. And popular. And everything you post on Twitter gets a million likes in the first five seconds. You're not Some Kid posting about Pokemon or whatever. You're not Some Kid who acts like she's all that, but can't even get one stupid move right.'
Izzy pauses for a moment, collecting herself, before continuing:
'So no, Ruby...we're not the same. We're not the same at all. One of us is a cool kid with a cool belt being handed a free win as a going away present. The other one is the freaking present.'
Izzy leans into the camera.
'That's right, Ruby. All I am is your going-away present. Some people get a car or whatever...you get Some Kid to beat up in five seconds so you can talk about it in the big girls' locker room. So it would be really cool if we could cut the crap with each other and just admit that's what's going on. That way I wouldn't feel patronized, and the Izzyverse wouldn't get their hopes up about me pulling an upset.'
Izzy's body language is surprisingly tense as she continues:
'So no, Ruby. I'm not going in on Saturday thinking I have any chance of winning. I know I don't, you know I don't, and everybody else should know I don't. No, Ruby...the only thing I am going in there to try and do on Saturday is not embarrass myself too much. Anything over a minute, and I can at least walk into school on Monday. But as far as pulling an upset or whatever...nope. Not gonna happen.'
The teen shakes her head for a moment, her expression grave. Then, leaning forward again, she adds:
'Ruby...this month is your going-away party. And I guess I'm stuck being the pinata. But if I were you, I'd still be careful. 'Cause see, sometimes, when you smack a pinata too hard...you end up getting hit in the face.'
It is with that, and Izzy's best (if not entirely successful) attempt at a confident smirk, that the video ends.
'See that, Ruby? That is your world. They wear pink on Wednesdays, and they keep trying to make fetch happen, or whatever. And sometimes, they'll invite you over just so they can make you feel bad about yourself for an hour.
I don't belong there.'
The camera resumes its pan across the cafeteria, this time zooming in on a group of boisterous boys shoving each other and hollering as they stand in line for their lunch.
'And see the football team, right there? You may have noticed my buddy Seth there with them. That's 'cause he's in the team. But trust me...when they go to sit down? He's not gonna go with them. He knows he doesn't belong there either.'
As if on cue, a chubby, heavy-set boy detaches himself from the romping group and walks towards the camera, a smile dawning across his features as he waves to it.
'See?', the voice says, smugly. 'Told ya.'
A loud thump and a call of 'what's up, peeps?' herald the arrival of Seth, whose torso and chin briefly appear in frame before the footage becomes blurry. A moment later, the reason for the blurriness becomes evident, as a reverse shot indicates that Seth has now taken up his mantle as official cameraman. His lens focuses in on the remaining occupants of the table – the four members of Lipstick Taser, plus a long-haired boy in glasses and a black boy in an Overwatch t-shirt – as the speaker, WCG roster member Izzy Roxx, thrusts a hands out towards them in a sweeping gesture.
'And this, Ruby...is my world. This is where I belong. Right here with the freaks and the geeks and the misfits. This is my crowd. Not those girls over there.'
Izzy jerks a thumb over her shoulder, an expression of disgust briefly crossing her face, before continuing:
'And that, Ruby...is why you're never gonna understand me. Oh, I know you tried – you tried real] hard. And that was real cool of you. But you still didn't get it. And you know why? 'Cause you're looking at it from your world. And as we've just established...your world is not my world. In my world, if you get a title shot when you have a losing record, somebody's probably trying to play a prank on you. In your world...it's probably Tuesday.'
The look on the youngster's face darkens into a scowl.
'See, Ruby...as much as you want to think we're alike..we're not. Not even close. You're hot. And blonde. And popular. And everything you post on Twitter gets a million likes in the first five seconds. You're not Some Kid posting about Pokemon or whatever. You're not Some Kid who acts like she's all that, but can't even get one stupid move right.'
Izzy pauses for a moment, collecting herself, before continuing:
'So no, Ruby...we're not the same. We're not the same at all. One of us is a cool kid with a cool belt being handed a free win as a going away present. The other one is the freaking present.'
Izzy leans into the camera.
'That's right, Ruby. All I am is your going-away present. Some people get a car or whatever...you get Some Kid to beat up in five seconds so you can talk about it in the big girls' locker room. So it would be really cool if we could cut the crap with each other and just admit that's what's going on. That way I wouldn't feel patronized, and the Izzyverse wouldn't get their hopes up about me pulling an upset.'
Izzy's body language is surprisingly tense as she continues:
'So no, Ruby. I'm not going in on Saturday thinking I have any chance of winning. I know I don't, you know I don't, and everybody else should know I don't. No, Ruby...the only thing I am going in there to try and do on Saturday is not embarrass myself too much. Anything over a minute, and I can at least walk into school on Monday. But as far as pulling an upset or whatever...nope. Not gonna happen.'
The teen shakes her head for a moment, her expression grave. Then, leaning forward again, she adds:
'Ruby...this month is your going-away party. And I guess I'm stuck being the pinata. But if I were you, I'd still be careful. 'Cause see, sometimes, when you smack a pinata too hard...you end up getting hit in the face.'
It is with that, and Izzy's best (if not entirely successful) attempt at a confident smirk, that the video ends.
