Just Don't Cry Liz Smalls. [MDE #1]
Nov 17, 2014 9:43:54 GMT
Metro:PRO™, Grace Taylor, and 2 more like this
Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 17, 2014 9:43:54 GMT
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“Liz Smalls”
Jack is standing holding a glass in his hand, filled most likely with his favorite beverage, whiskey. His pupils are dilated, and his whites are completely bloodshot.
“I feel sorry for you. Yeah, yeah, I fuckin’ said it. I, Jack 'The Villain' Owyns, feel sorry for the Coast 2 Coast cover girl Liz Smalls. But why, why would I feel sorry for her? Jack, she, she is everything you hate in this world. Right down to the tee. The way she talks, God, the way she walks, fuck the way she dresses, the way she acts as if she, for some odd reason, were the most important woman in the world. Except it isn’t about that, even though those reasons alone are enough to make me want to give her the heel of my boot and stomp repeatedly on her face, shattering her teeth, crushing each single bone in that… Oh god, that… that face of hers, it’s so, she is... NO! No-no-no-no... But see, this, this has nothing to do with why I feel sorry for her.”
“I feel sorry for you ‘cause Mort fuckin’ Goodman decided it was so damn wise to place you in a match with me. So Liz, I know, you might fuckin’ cry, but shit, this is the nature of the beast, this part is where I rip you to fuckin’ shreds.”
“You can rub ALL YOUR FUCKIN’ ACCOMPLISHMENTS IN MY FACE. Thinking, well I, Jack, was champion, here and there. Must mean something, right, must mean I... I... possess the skill set to be SOMETHING. ’Cause I know you will, but Liz, truth is, to me, none of that matters. I don’t give a fuck if you were the Uncensored Champion. From the sounds of it, according to Aura, you laid on your back and spread those legs. You were SCW bombshell champion… Shit, bet that was much like a situation I encountered recently. Carter Hayes and Mercedes. You obviously being Mercedes, and if you’re unsure what that means, she did FUCKIN’ NOTHING but let her bitch-face, crybaby partner do everything while she just stood back and took credit.”
“Hey Liz, you know, you preach such a BIG wrestling game, but, you know what Liz? Actually Liz, remember the IWA… You know that place, your talentless brother was there too. What was his record? Fuck, what was it... Oh THAT’S RIGHT! 1-4. What was yours, by the way? I think it was the same… YEP, fuck it was, well close 2-5. What’s my point anyway? Well IWA, that was a promotion filled to the fuckin' TEE WITH TALENT. Just like fuckin’ Metro, Liz. God, your father, if he was, is some legend. You’d think the man would have taught you some fuckin’ skills, right? Shit, you preach how great you are but you don’t mention that fact - the fact that when it comes to talent, to facing real talent, Liz, you don’t win, ‘cause you, you fuckin’ can't stand with us. The truth hurts Liz.”
“You can look, compare our stats. Well, I beat Jack there. Oh, and right there, and, OH MY GOD, GLITTER AND GLAMOR, I beat Jack there. CRAZY! And then you flip your fuckin’ hair and stick your fuckin’ nose in the air, and then shake your god damn hand like you just don’t care. YOU, statistically speaking, appear to be a threat; well no, not really. ‘Cause you know Liz, do you know what match, what tournament we are actually in, huh? You and I, we are facing each other in the PURE championship tourney. Do you know what that means? It means, Liz, a match based solely on traditional, highly skilled, technical wrestling. Do you know what that means?”
“It means that match is based more on strength and technique over every other fuckin’ statistic. Shit, you could look at even endurance and stamina as well, you know. Do you see what I’m doing here, Liz? Am I making it clear? ‘Cause if not for you, Liz, I can dummy it down, get on your level and explain it better. It means, Liz, where it matters, WHERE IT FUCKIN’ MATTERS, I… have the advantage in this match. Yeah, crazy, eh? Mort sure picked the wrong opponent for you. It’s almost as if he’s using me to rid Metro Pro of you. ‘Cause remember, Mort told everybody, EVERYONE who fuckin’ aligns with him, how appreciated he was, how HAPPY they were on his team… except for YOU! Well, until you pointed it out, but shit, that just shows that out of all the talent, YOU didn’t even cross his mind. Sorry Liz.”
Jack walks up. He smirks.
“THANKIES!!!!!!”
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“Liz Smalls”
Jack is standing holding a glass in his hand, filled most likely with his favorite beverage, whiskey. His pupils are dilated, and his whites are completely bloodshot.
“I feel sorry for you. Yeah, yeah, I fuckin’ said it. I, Jack 'The Villain' Owyns, feel sorry for the Coast 2 Coast cover girl Liz Smalls. But why, why would I feel sorry for her? Jack, she, she is everything you hate in this world. Right down to the tee. The way she talks, God, the way she walks, fuck the way she dresses, the way she acts as if she, for some odd reason, were the most important woman in the world. Except it isn’t about that, even though those reasons alone are enough to make me want to give her the heel of my boot and stomp repeatedly on her face, shattering her teeth, crushing each single bone in that… Oh god, that… that face of hers, it’s so, she is... NO! No-no-no-no... But see, this, this has nothing to do with why I feel sorry for her.”
“I feel sorry for you ‘cause Mort fuckin’ Goodman decided it was so damn wise to place you in a match with me. So Liz, I know, you might fuckin’ cry, but shit, this is the nature of the beast, this part is where I rip you to fuckin’ shreds.”
“You can rub ALL YOUR FUCKIN’ ACCOMPLISHMENTS IN MY FACE. Thinking, well I, Jack, was champion, here and there. Must mean something, right, must mean I... I... possess the skill set to be SOMETHING. ’Cause I know you will, but Liz, truth is, to me, none of that matters. I don’t give a fuck if you were the Uncensored Champion. From the sounds of it, according to Aura, you laid on your back and spread those legs. You were SCW bombshell champion… Shit, bet that was much like a situation I encountered recently. Carter Hayes and Mercedes. You obviously being Mercedes, and if you’re unsure what that means, she did FUCKIN’ NOTHING but let her bitch-face, crybaby partner do everything while she just stood back and took credit.”
“Hey Liz, you know, you preach such a BIG wrestling game, but, you know what Liz? Actually Liz, remember the IWA… You know that place, your talentless brother was there too. What was his record? Fuck, what was it... Oh THAT’S RIGHT! 1-4. What was yours, by the way? I think it was the same… YEP, fuck it was, well close 2-5. What’s my point anyway? Well IWA, that was a promotion filled to the fuckin' TEE WITH TALENT. Just like fuckin’ Metro, Liz. God, your father, if he was, is some legend. You’d think the man would have taught you some fuckin’ skills, right? Shit, you preach how great you are but you don’t mention that fact - the fact that when it comes to talent, to facing real talent, Liz, you don’t win, ‘cause you, you fuckin’ can't stand with us. The truth hurts Liz.”
“You can look, compare our stats. Well, I beat Jack there. Oh, and right there, and, OH MY GOD, GLITTER AND GLAMOR, I beat Jack there. CRAZY! And then you flip your fuckin’ hair and stick your fuckin’ nose in the air, and then shake your god damn hand like you just don’t care. YOU, statistically speaking, appear to be a threat; well no, not really. ‘Cause you know Liz, do you know what match, what tournament we are actually in, huh? You and I, we are facing each other in the PURE championship tourney. Do you know what that means? It means, Liz, a match based solely on traditional, highly skilled, technical wrestling. Do you know what that means?”
“It means that match is based more on strength and technique over every other fuckin’ statistic. Shit, you could look at even endurance and stamina as well, you know. Do you see what I’m doing here, Liz? Am I making it clear? ‘Cause if not for you, Liz, I can dummy it down, get on your level and explain it better. It means, Liz, where it matters, WHERE IT FUCKIN’ MATTERS, I… have the advantage in this match. Yeah, crazy, eh? Mort sure picked the wrong opponent for you. It’s almost as if he’s using me to rid Metro Pro of you. ‘Cause remember, Mort told everybody, EVERYONE who fuckin’ aligns with him, how appreciated he was, how HAPPY they were on his team… except for YOU! Well, until you pointed it out, but shit, that just shows that out of all the talent, YOU didn’t even cross his mind. Sorry Liz.”
Jack walks up. He smirks.
“THANKIES!!!!!!”
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