Post by Liz Smalls on Nov 18, 2014 2:44:18 GMT
Liz Smalls: "Nooooooooooooo!"
A shriek is heard throughout the restaurant as one of the waiter's had brought Liz her water, which was in a glass, with ice cubes floating freely in it.
Liz Smalls: "How hard is it to get things right?! I paid $100 JUST to get a table in this place. Listen, you overpaid, non-listening thingy, I want water...BOTTLED water, room temperature. Do you understand?"
Liz says the last sentence in slow motion, prompting the waiter to nod his head, grinting his teeth.
Waiter: "Of course miss, I'll be right back."
As the waiter is quickly walking off, Liz shouts, causing nearly everyone in the first class restaurant to glare over at her.
Liz Smalls: "That's hashtag Miss Metro to you!"
Liz rolls her eyes as the Metro: PRO cameraman focuses in on the Covergirl.
Liz Smalls: "So, some people can never get anything right. Which makes sense considering who I'm wrestling in my first ever Metro Pro match, Jack Owyns."
Liz shivers at the mention of his name. Overdramatic? Of course, wouldn't be Liz Smalls otherwise.
Liz Smalls: "Jack is someone who hasn't got anything right in his entire life. You can look at him and see he's a second class citizen. Look around this place, do you think someone like Jack Owyns would fit in here? Of course he wouldn't. He looks like he reeks of cigarette smoke and alcohol. This place has class, he doesn't. Do you know where else he doesn't belong?"
Liz pauses to give the viewer time to answer the question themselves.
Liz Smalls: "DUH! A Main event match! He belongs nowhere near it. Someone like Jack Owyns should be opening up the show, warming everyone's appetites for the real stars, like me. Its funny because Mort knows I'm going to destroy Jack. He kinda sorta just put Jack in the main event so I can embarrass him in front of the world. This is a guy who in his most recent company had a record of like 2 wins, 8 losses. Ummm can you say pathetic?
Why will I win? There are so many reasons but lets talk about the most obvious, okies?"
The camera zooms in, getting a close up of Liz, then fades out, showing off the beauty who is draped in expensive jewelry from head to toe.
Liz Smalls: "When we get in the ring, someone like you, who hasn't seen a beautiful woman up close and personal probably in like forever, will be distracted. Statistically according to the training report thingy's, I can focus better than you in the ring! Mmmhm that's right, me, Elizabeth Nicole Smalls is better at blocking out distractions. Me? I'm the ultimate distraction. When you stare at me, you won't be able to get the thought of touching me out of your mind.
Then, when you get distracted, you won't be able to deal with other pressures. Being able to keep your composure is huge, and guess what? I'm better at that then you also. When the pressure is on, who performs better? ME. A main event, with the opportunity to become the first ever Pure Wrestling Champion on the line? This match was made specifically for me. The noise from the crowd, the pressure of being in the main event, makes me better. Look at my past, when I've been in main event matches, I rise to the occasion. I know Metro is different than other places, but most recently, my last match was a main event match with the opportunity to compete for the Women's Champion elsewhere, and I beat three other women in front of the entire world.
Another thingy, how can you beat what you can't catch? I'm a lot faster than you. You might be stronger than me, but if you can't catch me you can't hurt me. I can run around the ring, and then climb the ropes and jump off at you. There's no way you can do that to me, you and aerial attacks equal a bad combination. I thrive off of using my speed and ability to fly to my advantage.
Face it Jack, Mort knew exactly what he was doing when he made this match. This match seperates the real pure wrestlers, from the hardcore, smelly, sleazy, garbage wrestlers. You aren't a pure wrestler, that's something you could even admit. I come from a wrestling family. This match is MINE...hashtag, Liz Fact."
The waiter returns with Liz's bottled water. Liz stands up, grabbing the cup of ice water he had previously brought her. She lifts it up, and throws it at the waiter, soaking the poor employee.
"Sorry...NOT sorry."
Liz struts out of the five star restaurant, beaming ear to ear and clutching the bottle water as she exits.
