Post by Kayla Richards on Jan 5, 2018 0:44:51 GMT -5
Kayla growls under her breath, her bright green eyes staring out across the table like wildfire from the game of thrones books and TV series. The emerald colour blazing with an untold and brutal anger. Her right hand stretches out across the large hard wood table as her slender fingers slowly tap, one after the other starting from her pinky and moving across.
“I want to tell you all a story.”
Kayla smiles slowly, her lips covered in na bright red lipstick, her perfectly formed cheekbones betraying her nature projecting that of a sweet, innocent 23 year old girl. Her long black hair straightened and down her body.
“Once upon a time, in a land far far away called Redemprionalia. There was a king. A great and powerful warrior. He stood alone in his castle. He looked over the land and his subjects. As time went on the king would win many victories. The kings head concubine, a blonde, aging beauty had become boring to him. He sat on his throne and craved something more. He craved an equal. Then he got word of a beautiful maiden. Long dark hair, piercing green eyes….tits that would make even the gayest man stand at attention with raging wood…”
“The king fell in love instantly, as did she with him. She stood beside him in support and love, shouting his great victories from the rooftops and even as a usurper circled and eventually took his crown. The maiden loved him dearly. Her anger rose and with a full heart she took up her own sword against him striking back for her one true love with furious vengeance and anger. The usurper was so beaten and destroyed her left the land never to return with his tail between his legs in dishonor and shame. The maiden took her place as a queen, having her king beside her as he supported her much like she did him. Even as others rose up, a disgraced former King with long dark hair, a group of guardians led by a handsome, blonde, goodie two shoes. A collective of knights on horseback who turned out to be horses asses….”
“But there were rumblings. A commoner was amassing forces and a claim at the monarchy. He was a scrappy everyman. He gained so much love and attention from the masses they rose him up on a pedestal and viewed him as their own champion. A champion of the people. He tried and tried each time failing at the last hurdle. Each time getting within inches of the crown but being pushed back at every turn by the Queen, her king and their knights. But with heart and soul he never gave up the fight. And one day….”
Kayla slowly smiles wider, her fingers no longer tapping as her hands clasp together, the NGW title shining in front of her under the light above.
“One day the common man rose above, he and his two princesses celebrated and light spread across the land. The people rejoiced and all was right with the world with rainbows and unicorns and fucking cupcakes for all….”
Kayla claps her hands loudly as she suddenly stands up throwing the wooden chair backwards as she snatches the NGW world championship away and over her shoulder with a snarl.
“Back to reality little Johnny. In the realm of fantasy this would all be predetermined with a happy ending. You would fight and fight all for that dangling carrot in front of you. A great need to become the best and the fingertips would touch what is mine. You’d win it and have this huge celebration of happiness. But this isn’t the fantasy fairytale world you and your ramona flowers haired slut want it to be. You’ve had shot after shot, non title shots one on one where you failed, a shot in a multi person where you failed. Johnny face it, you’re a failure. You can sit there and talk about me all you want and mention how you once liked me and thought I could be “something different”. Truth is I am much different than Matthew...I’m much more dangerous…”
“Despite Matts need to be the best, despite his want for this title and to be the world champion he was still bound by a need to prove it to everyone. Me?. I don’t give a shit about anyone's opinion. I’m a bitch, an arrogant, self centered, selfish bitch. And I will hold onto this title with everything I have and everything I am. I have no problem cheating and using every little advantage I have and the thing is, if I wasn’t that good and did all this, you’d have a chance Maverick. But the worst thing about me is that I am that damn good in that ring. You’d have to be a damn fool to turn a blind eye to it and say that I’m not.”
“But you seem to think my threats are some kind of joke. That when I say I’ll destroy you it’s just that, an empty threat. Look I’m not saying I’ll break you physically and retire you, although I might, when I say I’m going to destroy you Johnny I mean I’m going to emotionally break you. I’m going to take every bit of heart you have, every piece of fighting spirit you have in your body, your entire soul and love for this business. I am going to cradle it in my hands, look you right in the eye...and burn it….”
“It’s not like I haven’t shaken your resolve before. Last one on one match we had I saw the look in your eye. I ran forward and I connected my knee to your face. I slammed it so hard that your eyes rolled back into your skull and you, in that moment did not want to do this anymore. You questioned everything and when I walked out with my title and the win you laid there a broken man with a broken heart and the only thing that made you pick yourself up off that mat was the hope you’d be able to get LUCKY in that fourway and take the title by some other means…”
“But you failed there too…”
“But here you are, anther shot and I wonder what is going to happen?. You have talked about retirement and leaving, of tucking tail and running, you got handed another shot and with a fluke over Jack Tillman you now get to face me, but what do you believe is going to happen Johnny?....in the end you’re nothing but a whiny little boy in a world of giants, and you have to learn, people like you...don’t get this title….at Homecoming...Johnny Mavericks fairytale..ends….”
