Post by Jaime | Anastacia on Jul 24, 2018 18:32:26 GMT -5
“So, here goes everything, they say. At Spotlight, I get to go against six other people that want the same thing that I want. Three of them are reprehensible in their own truly unique ways. I like one of them. The other one I don’t know about, but Dad says he’s a pretty famous fighter. And Alicia Hixx. Meh. At least I can throw forth a lot of venom about three of them. A little about two of them. And apathy towards Alicia Hixx.
This is not how you do a promo, everyone. Because let’s face it, I probably broke all of the unspoken rules about making a promo. However, Dad didn’t teach me the entire rulebook about promo work. And it’s not because he didn’t want me to be in wrestling. It’s because he didn’t want me to pick up the same bad habits he has in his promos. Not to mention, I don’t want this entire tape to be a huge F-bomb fest. If you want that, go watch the NGW show next week where he may have some words towards the Dogs of War.”
Anastacia leans back in her hammock and looks towards the camera. While some would see this as lazy, it’s the nature of how this girl operates. She knows if she goes too serious, she would end up completely nervous again. Nervous cost her a chance at the Long Beach Championship. A chance she doesn’t want to lose again.
“I’ll go ahead and pair the two I have a grievance with in a pair. Mainly because one has their head up the other one’s ass. The vessel of Sekhmet and the so called Prince of Darkness. If I wanted to wander into a cheap horror movie that my teachers watch because they’re bored on a Tuesday night, I would pick you two. Being possessed by an Egyptian Warrior Goddess… Sure Rémiel, sure. I’ll take things that are completely implausible because I’ve got limber tail for five hundred. The question is, what delusional ‘cousin’ do I have to kick the head off of, to get my shot at Austen again. The answer is, you.
J.D. Ryan. Don’t worry, sunshine. I didn’t forget about you. I know you like being the dominant cheerleader for Xena: Warrior Princess there. But, what about you? I mean… Seriously, out of your family, people know Danielle more than you. Unfortunately, it’s because of that waste of oxygen that used to hold the NGW Championship before Uncle Adrien. I digress. You wanted to go out and ruin something ‘beautiful’ on your last outing. I appreciate the Fight Club reference, at least. I know you’re going to get all offended. You’re going to talk about how you are the Prince of Darkness, and I’m a disrespectfully uneducated troglodyte that should bow before you and the Goddess that possess your boyfriend. Nope. Sorry. Ain’t happening. Kick to the head. Next.”
As she breathes in, you can see she felt a little pleased to get some of the venom out of her system. She thinks towards the next person on the list, as she pulls a notebook off the table and crosses off two names. She sees Sela’s name and sighs slowly.
“Sela-Rica Lark. I’ve seen your antics, miss. I know of your little love affair with Lucifer and the pain he caused my big sister, Jessica Sears. Even though he’s a bit of a caveman, I also know of the pain you caused Dean. Let’s face it, the house knows everything Sela. Although, I can give you credit on one thing. And only one thing… You outsmarted Sehkmethotep there quite nicely. But, while you outsmarted him and took out Izzy… Nice job on that, too. You’re still a bit reprehensible in how you operate. Always getting pleasure out of everyone else’s pain. It’s not a way to live, you know. Eventually, people will get pleasure out of your pain and misery. I know I will…”
Another name crossed of the list, she looks down and sees a name that she didn’t want to call upon. A name that she would have rather not faced right now.
“So, Awkward Adam Sanders… Big brother. I’m sorry we’re meeting this early. However, don’t take it personally, bud. I have to win, Adam. I had one shot, and I blew it. I’m not planning on blowing this shot. You and Tasmin aren’t exactly going to like me in this match, you know. These matches are everyone for themselves, sadly. And at the end of the day, Adrien knew this was going to happen. One of us has to win, but I don’t plan on laying down on the job for you. If you want to win… You’re going to have to destroy me.
Speaking of people that are capable of destruction… Jeremiah Richardson. Silver Gloves and Gold Gloves. I did have to ask Dad about you. He keeps up with boxing a hell of a lot better than I do. And I do know a little bit about punching, too. I mean, maybe more than the average girl should. Next to you, my father is one of the most feared strikers in the game. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen James Shark. I’ve seen Jason Johnson. I know how all of you hit, Jeremiah. But can a slugger beat an out-boxer. Science says no. I’ll prove the science right, champ. Trust me.”
Crossing off two names from the list, Anastacia looks down and sees the last name. She almost wretches when she sees it. It’s a person she’s heard about, but not everything she’s heard has been good. As they always tell her, it’s just time to get it all over with.
“Finally, Alicia Hixx. I thought I could go in my career without running into you. Let’s face it I haven’t heard anything good about you at all. So, I’m going to put in as much effort into this promo as you put into your promos. Except for the fact that people can understand what the hell I’m talking about when I’m talking about you. I’ll be sure to knock you out just for the sake of the crowd seeing six people who can actually wrestle.”
She crosses the name off and sighs.
“So, Aerial Warfare… Bring it. All of you.”
This is not how you do a promo, everyone. Because let’s face it, I probably broke all of the unspoken rules about making a promo. However, Dad didn’t teach me the entire rulebook about promo work. And it’s not because he didn’t want me to be in wrestling. It’s because he didn’t want me to pick up the same bad habits he has in his promos. Not to mention, I don’t want this entire tape to be a huge F-bomb fest. If you want that, go watch the NGW show next week where he may have some words towards the Dogs of War.”
Anastacia leans back in her hammock and looks towards the camera. While some would see this as lazy, it’s the nature of how this girl operates. She knows if she goes too serious, she would end up completely nervous again. Nervous cost her a chance at the Long Beach Championship. A chance she doesn’t want to lose again.
“I’ll go ahead and pair the two I have a grievance with in a pair. Mainly because one has their head up the other one’s ass. The vessel of Sekhmet and the so called Prince of Darkness. If I wanted to wander into a cheap horror movie that my teachers watch because they’re bored on a Tuesday night, I would pick you two. Being possessed by an Egyptian Warrior Goddess… Sure Rémiel, sure. I’ll take things that are completely implausible because I’ve got limber tail for five hundred. The question is, what delusional ‘cousin’ do I have to kick the head off of, to get my shot at Austen again. The answer is, you.
J.D. Ryan. Don’t worry, sunshine. I didn’t forget about you. I know you like being the dominant cheerleader for Xena: Warrior Princess there. But, what about you? I mean… Seriously, out of your family, people know Danielle more than you. Unfortunately, it’s because of that waste of oxygen that used to hold the NGW Championship before Uncle Adrien. I digress. You wanted to go out and ruin something ‘beautiful’ on your last outing. I appreciate the Fight Club reference, at least. I know you’re going to get all offended. You’re going to talk about how you are the Prince of Darkness, and I’m a disrespectfully uneducated troglodyte that should bow before you and the Goddess that possess your boyfriend. Nope. Sorry. Ain’t happening. Kick to the head. Next.”
As she breathes in, you can see she felt a little pleased to get some of the venom out of her system. She thinks towards the next person on the list, as she pulls a notebook off the table and crosses off two names. She sees Sela’s name and sighs slowly.
“Sela-Rica Lark. I’ve seen your antics, miss. I know of your little love affair with Lucifer and the pain he caused my big sister, Jessica Sears. Even though he’s a bit of a caveman, I also know of the pain you caused Dean. Let’s face it, the house knows everything Sela. Although, I can give you credit on one thing. And only one thing… You outsmarted Sehkmethotep there quite nicely. But, while you outsmarted him and took out Izzy… Nice job on that, too. You’re still a bit reprehensible in how you operate. Always getting pleasure out of everyone else’s pain. It’s not a way to live, you know. Eventually, people will get pleasure out of your pain and misery. I know I will…”
Another name crossed of the list, she looks down and sees a name that she didn’t want to call upon. A name that she would have rather not faced right now.
“So, Awkward Adam Sanders… Big brother. I’m sorry we’re meeting this early. However, don’t take it personally, bud. I have to win, Adam. I had one shot, and I blew it. I’m not planning on blowing this shot. You and Tasmin aren’t exactly going to like me in this match, you know. These matches are everyone for themselves, sadly. And at the end of the day, Adrien knew this was going to happen. One of us has to win, but I don’t plan on laying down on the job for you. If you want to win… You’re going to have to destroy me.
Speaking of people that are capable of destruction… Jeremiah Richardson. Silver Gloves and Gold Gloves. I did have to ask Dad about you. He keeps up with boxing a hell of a lot better than I do. And I do know a little bit about punching, too. I mean, maybe more than the average girl should. Next to you, my father is one of the most feared strikers in the game. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen James Shark. I’ve seen Jason Johnson. I know how all of you hit, Jeremiah. But can a slugger beat an out-boxer. Science says no. I’ll prove the science right, champ. Trust me.”
Crossing off two names from the list, Anastacia looks down and sees the last name. She almost wretches when she sees it. It’s a person she’s heard about, but not everything she’s heard has been good. As they always tell her, it’s just time to get it all over with.
“Finally, Alicia Hixx. I thought I could go in my career without running into you. Let’s face it I haven’t heard anything good about you at all. So, I’m going to put in as much effort into this promo as you put into your promos. Except for the fact that people can understand what the hell I’m talking about when I’m talking about you. I’ll be sure to knock you out just for the sake of the crowd seeing six people who can actually wrestle.”
She crosses the name off and sighs.
“So, Aerial Warfare… Bring it. All of you.”