Post by Kendall Johnson on Nov 3, 2016 20:01:36 GMT -5
Kendall sits up on the counter, freezer cabinets filled with an entire rainbow of ice-creams either side of her. She is dressed in a pretty little blue sundress, her bare legs hanging down the side of the counter and met with candy pink converse; her red hair hanging straight and loose down over her bare shoulders.
In her left hand she holds a vintage glass cola bottle, a paper red striped straw sticking out the top and her painted red lips sip on the end of the straw as she sways her feet back and forth, raising an eyebrow at the camera she places the bottle down with a smile and leans back slightly on the counter, steadying herself with her hands.
“Devin… Redmond… Guys like you are a dime a dozen in this business; the big bad just to be the big bad with some barely thrown together after thought excuse that blames your upbringing, or your unruly teenage years; you weren’t loved enough;
Nobody hugged you as a child…”
Kendall screws her nose up slightly with a small pout.
“And yeah, all that stuff is like; super sad… For reals. My heart bleeds.
But honestly; it’s Totes unoriginal too; like - you really think you’re the first pseudo gangster turned wrestler I have ever seen? And I was just a journalist, I wouldn’t even fathom a guess at how many of your type Ryan has seen over his time in the ring..”
She shrugs slightly and looks up past the camera smiling slightly with a nod at, Ryan who is obviously standing behind the camera;
“Too many, babe.”
“Exactly…
See, at least we get this whole.. Be original thing, right? Have the interviewer do the talking for once?
Hey, that’s what you’re going to come back with I bet? How I am just a silly little girl, and interviewer with aspirations bigger than her capabilities… Because, if I were you that is definitely what I would be coming with.
And to some degree, you’d be right; until recently I honestly had no interest in stepping into the ring, but then… Then I started actually working the industry, instead of just the odd interning role or one off interviews… I actually got a job and was interviewing the so called best and brightest of the sport…
The best and brightest who threatened me… Looked down on me… Patted me on the ass like this is freakin’ 1954 and I’m some dolled up secretary sitting around for people to look at! Do you have any idea how degrading my job is sometimes?
I have to stand there and listen to the same moronic statements repeated over and over by people about as original as you; I am expected to smile through sycophantic rants from the same insipid barbie doll cut outs…”
Kendall frowns slightly and shakes her head gently.
“So, what can I do?
I can either accept that as the nature of the sport and just keep doing my job or - I can take advantage of the fact that my boyfriend just so happens to have trained at wrestling schools alllll over the world, that he already has experience in that ring;
So - instead of spending my nights and days off like most eighteen year olds, out partying and drinking the night away skimming through life on pizza and hangover cures; I have been in the gym, working out…
Getting my cardio up, getting my core right, learning as many of the basics as I can before applying some of those moves. And you know what? I may not be the most polished or experienced wrestler… Heck, I may have the most specialised move-set out there right now in that I can do what I can do and nothing else…”
She laughs slightly at her own admissions.
“But that doesn’t mean that between the journalist and the army brat, we can’t march on out there and kick the butts of two same-old same-old one time cool gimmick wrestlers who are about to find themselves already out of their depth.
For that, I thank you - because you two are going to give Dropkicks and Donuts a debut win; you are going to kick off our little in-ring partnership with a bang and we will go forward with a victory under our belts… Whilst you two;
Well, I assume you will go on to do whatever it is that you do, when you aren’t getting your butts kicked by little rookies.”
In her left hand she holds a vintage glass cola bottle, a paper red striped straw sticking out the top and her painted red lips sip on the end of the straw as she sways her feet back and forth, raising an eyebrow at the camera she places the bottle down with a smile and leans back slightly on the counter, steadying herself with her hands.
“Devin… Redmond… Guys like you are a dime a dozen in this business; the big bad just to be the big bad with some barely thrown together after thought excuse that blames your upbringing, or your unruly teenage years; you weren’t loved enough;
Nobody hugged you as a child…”
Kendall screws her nose up slightly with a small pout.
“And yeah, all that stuff is like; super sad… For reals. My heart bleeds.
But honestly; it’s Totes unoriginal too; like - you really think you’re the first pseudo gangster turned wrestler I have ever seen? And I was just a journalist, I wouldn’t even fathom a guess at how many of your type Ryan has seen over his time in the ring..”
She shrugs slightly and looks up past the camera smiling slightly with a nod at, Ryan who is obviously standing behind the camera;
“Too many, babe.”
“Exactly…
See, at least we get this whole.. Be original thing, right? Have the interviewer do the talking for once?
Hey, that’s what you’re going to come back with I bet? How I am just a silly little girl, and interviewer with aspirations bigger than her capabilities… Because, if I were you that is definitely what I would be coming with.
And to some degree, you’d be right; until recently I honestly had no interest in stepping into the ring, but then… Then I started actually working the industry, instead of just the odd interning role or one off interviews… I actually got a job and was interviewing the so called best and brightest of the sport…
The best and brightest who threatened me… Looked down on me… Patted me on the ass like this is freakin’ 1954 and I’m some dolled up secretary sitting around for people to look at! Do you have any idea how degrading my job is sometimes?
I have to stand there and listen to the same moronic statements repeated over and over by people about as original as you; I am expected to smile through sycophantic rants from the same insipid barbie doll cut outs…”
Kendall frowns slightly and shakes her head gently.
“So, what can I do?
I can either accept that as the nature of the sport and just keep doing my job or - I can take advantage of the fact that my boyfriend just so happens to have trained at wrestling schools alllll over the world, that he already has experience in that ring;
So - instead of spending my nights and days off like most eighteen year olds, out partying and drinking the night away skimming through life on pizza and hangover cures; I have been in the gym, working out…
Getting my cardio up, getting my core right, learning as many of the basics as I can before applying some of those moves. And you know what? I may not be the most polished or experienced wrestler… Heck, I may have the most specialised move-set out there right now in that I can do what I can do and nothing else…”
She laughs slightly at her own admissions.
“But that doesn’t mean that between the journalist and the army brat, we can’t march on out there and kick the butts of two same-old same-old one time cool gimmick wrestlers who are about to find themselves already out of their depth.
For that, I thank you - because you two are going to give Dropkicks and Donuts a debut win; you are going to kick off our little in-ring partnership with a bang and we will go forward with a victory under our belts… Whilst you two;
Well, I assume you will go on to do whatever it is that you do, when you aren’t getting your butts kicked by little rookies.”
