Post by Roshan Nocturne on Feb 2, 2011 22:34:55 GMT -5
Bullshit!
It was bad enough that I had a match with former Ice superstar Dazz and Tanabashi last Solitary. Then Meiou decides to give me a bath I didn't ask for in Orange slime. Orange slime that glows in the dark, mind you. Meiou, common sense would have told you the whole baked bean incident was an accident. You were just in the wrong place in the wrong time. Instead you had to decide to humiliate me all over again. This time, it didn't work. I won, and now am in the Quarterfinals.
This week did have its weird moments. One of them being that Crazy Old Bastard who slimes without prejudice decides he's gonna slime the ring to get me. His own student got caught up in it. Poor 'Bashi. But that didn't piss me off as much as the announcement that he got a free trip to the Semis of the Road 2 Glory. Again. BULLSHIT! I called R.W., screaming at him about this injustice. I am the highest ranked person in this tournament. If anyone should get a week off, it's me! Sensei didn't want to hear it. In part because he feels that Meiou deserves his due. And he said that, even if he didn't, there wasn't much he could do about it. He's no longer Head of Talent Relations.
I march down to the PWE offices, demanding to meet the new guy and to give him a piece of my mind. I was in a black winter coat, blue jeans and black furry boots. I checked the desk. She calls his office and naturally, he decided to take a lunch break right before I could get there. Son of a Bitch! I am very aggravated when a guy walks up to me, hand extended.
"Sean Novack, head of PWE's Multimedia Department. You're Roshan, right?"
The only reason why I haven't kicked his head into the wastepaper basket was that he was wise enough to make and maintain eye contact with me. But I have heard of Novack. He allegedly wanted me to do a bikini spread for the website one time. I never got that call, probably because the rumors were bullshit or because he was smart. Either event, I shook his hand.
"That would be me."
"Excellent. We wanted to do a little something for the website. I know you aren't big on..."
"What, you want me to run around in a bikini? Is that it?"
My bluntness surprised even me. He was taken aback by the question, but his answer kind of surprised me.
"Oh no, not at all. I just wanted to do an on-line interview. We would need some promotional photos, but that was about it. If you don't want to do the promo photos, that's fine.
"Does it involve me being covered in god knows what?"
"I don't think I follow."
"I have been having the bad fortune of some guy dumping orange slime all over me, getting thrown in ketchup, mustard, and every other condiment you can imagine. I got to wear the insides of a bovine. Is it going to involve anything like that?"
A stunned look from Mr. Novack. He must not follow the goings on of PWE very much, outside of the website.
"All I know is that you're Vicious Champion, in the Road 2 Glory Tournament, and we wanted to do something to hype you up. Nothing more. We can do the interview thing now and we can do the pictures tomorrow. Is that alright?"
"Sure, whatever."
We walk to his little office. If the plan was to take the heat off of the new Head of Talent Relations, it worked. Good for him.
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Can someone tell me who the fuck Alicia James is?
Or is it Angelica Jones?
Or maybe Angelina Jolie?
Seriously, this bitch is waltzing in here like she's some big star and I'm absolutely clueless as to who she is. How did she get famous? Did she blow some Senator or something? Is she a porn star? Somebody tell me who the hell she is.
She did alright in her first match, I guess. Didn't really have to overcome anything, though. I, on the other hand, had to overcome facing the Gateway Champion WHILE being covered in slime. I'm sure she's used to being on her back with shit all over her, but that's not here nor there. Above all else, I'm the only champion still in this tournament.
And Don't forget about that, Missy. As far as your little crack about me lasting 30 seconds in a regular match, tops. Look, there's no need to keep bringing up that Nathan Lucas match, OK? I've moved on, time to do the same!
You're right. There's no such thing as female unity here. I worked hard and actually earned something in PWE. You seem to want to waltz in here and act like you're hot shit. In this era, having a vagina doesn't mean you're special. So does Sarah Palin. The difference is: people give a shit about me because I work hard. Being pretty helps I guess, but I bust my ass. You talk about all this fame you've earned. Did I take a piss and miss you winning the PWE Universal Title? What's that? You didn't? Did you win the Gateway Title? You didn't? Or are you talking about shit that didn't happen here. Beating a bunch of nobodies in some local gymnasium doesn't amount to a god damned thing. And fucking some ring-boy on camera doesn't count.
You're in the big leagues, as in back to square one. As in, I don't give a damn who you are, because I am bigger than you are. Maybe if you weren't so hopped up on pills, you'd realize that your fame gathered as a porn actress doesn't necessarily equate to success in the PWE. You like to talk about how great you are in the ring. Fine, whatever. I'll tell you this, you little bitch: you better know how to actually wrestle. Not fly around the ring, I mean actually wrestle. I've done what you did before, and I have the scars to prove it. I had to learn, and it's time for the student to become the teacher.
This week, it's another trip down the Road 2 Glory. All the roads we have to walk are winding. Angelica, when you step in that ring in potato country, you're gonna find that you may have been this big deal before you met me, but after I move on to the semi's, you'll be finding yourself Blinded... by the Light!
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The prep for the photo shoot was different from what I was used to. The makeup part was fun. I'm not used to being treated like a big deal like that. When I was looking through the wardrobe of my dressing room, something caught my eye. I looked at it and just shook my head. I heard a knock on the door.
"Are you decent?"
"Come on in."
I was in a pink robe, so I wasn't afraid of Novack. He walks in and I toss the item to him: A black polka dot bikini.
"Not running around in a bikini, huh? You got some explaining to do."
"Our last photo shoot was a bit of a prima donna. We were looking for more of an eye-candy route with her, but she wanted to be kind of uptight about it."
"Let me guess, James?"
He nodded. I presumed as much. So I decided to tell him point blank.
"I want you to know, if your photographer talks to me like that prick talked to her, he will be eating through a straw. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am. Is there anything in particular you would like to wear, I have a wardrobe assistant who can help you out."
"One thing I know for certain: I'm not wearing that little bikini."
"Of course not."
"Because It's not my size."
Cue double-take from Sean. I smirk to him playfully.
"What's the matter?"
"After all that tough talk, you had no problem wearing something like this?"
"I didn't say that. The whole reason why I agreed to this photo shoot was because it's me doing something I don't normally do. You know I don't do the whole makeup thing. Most of the pictures taken of me are me in my ring t-shirts and shorts."
"Yeah, it's a good look, too."
"Much of the actual interview was about me outside the ring, so let's just do the photo session like that."
"Fair enough. So, get you a bikini that is your size, then?"
"And preferably with enough fabric to cover my ass, please."
He nods before he leaves. This isn't usually my thing. I think I can splurge and allow myself to look 'sexy' for the more perverted fans I have. Besides, maybe if one of the pictures is good enough, I can send it to Cross. It'll make his year.
It was bad enough that I had a match with former Ice superstar Dazz and Tanabashi last Solitary. Then Meiou decides to give me a bath I didn't ask for in Orange slime. Orange slime that glows in the dark, mind you. Meiou, common sense would have told you the whole baked bean incident was an accident. You were just in the wrong place in the wrong time. Instead you had to decide to humiliate me all over again. This time, it didn't work. I won, and now am in the Quarterfinals.
This week did have its weird moments. One of them being that Crazy Old Bastard who slimes without prejudice decides he's gonna slime the ring to get me. His own student got caught up in it. Poor 'Bashi. But that didn't piss me off as much as the announcement that he got a free trip to the Semis of the Road 2 Glory. Again. BULLSHIT! I called R.W., screaming at him about this injustice. I am the highest ranked person in this tournament. If anyone should get a week off, it's me! Sensei didn't want to hear it. In part because he feels that Meiou deserves his due. And he said that, even if he didn't, there wasn't much he could do about it. He's no longer Head of Talent Relations.
I march down to the PWE offices, demanding to meet the new guy and to give him a piece of my mind. I was in a black winter coat, blue jeans and black furry boots. I checked the desk. She calls his office and naturally, he decided to take a lunch break right before I could get there. Son of a Bitch! I am very aggravated when a guy walks up to me, hand extended.
"Sean Novack, head of PWE's Multimedia Department. You're Roshan, right?"
The only reason why I haven't kicked his head into the wastepaper basket was that he was wise enough to make and maintain eye contact with me. But I have heard of Novack. He allegedly wanted me to do a bikini spread for the website one time. I never got that call, probably because the rumors were bullshit or because he was smart. Either event, I shook his hand.
"That would be me."
"Excellent. We wanted to do a little something for the website. I know you aren't big on..."
"What, you want me to run around in a bikini? Is that it?"
My bluntness surprised even me. He was taken aback by the question, but his answer kind of surprised me.
"Oh no, not at all. I just wanted to do an on-line interview. We would need some promotional photos, but that was about it. If you don't want to do the promo photos, that's fine.
"Does it involve me being covered in god knows what?"
"I don't think I follow."
"I have been having the bad fortune of some guy dumping orange slime all over me, getting thrown in ketchup, mustard, and every other condiment you can imagine. I got to wear the insides of a bovine. Is it going to involve anything like that?"
A stunned look from Mr. Novack. He must not follow the goings on of PWE very much, outside of the website.
"All I know is that you're Vicious Champion, in the Road 2 Glory Tournament, and we wanted to do something to hype you up. Nothing more. We can do the interview thing now and we can do the pictures tomorrow. Is that alright?"
"Sure, whatever."
We walk to his little office. If the plan was to take the heat off of the new Head of Talent Relations, it worked. Good for him.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Can someone tell me who the fuck Alicia James is?
Or is it Angelica Jones?
Or maybe Angelina Jolie?
Seriously, this bitch is waltzing in here like she's some big star and I'm absolutely clueless as to who she is. How did she get famous? Did she blow some Senator or something? Is she a porn star? Somebody tell me who the hell she is.
She did alright in her first match, I guess. Didn't really have to overcome anything, though. I, on the other hand, had to overcome facing the Gateway Champion WHILE being covered in slime. I'm sure she's used to being on her back with shit all over her, but that's not here nor there. Above all else, I'm the only champion still in this tournament.
And Don't forget about that, Missy. As far as your little crack about me lasting 30 seconds in a regular match, tops. Look, there's no need to keep bringing up that Nathan Lucas match, OK? I've moved on, time to do the same!
You're right. There's no such thing as female unity here. I worked hard and actually earned something in PWE. You seem to want to waltz in here and act like you're hot shit. In this era, having a vagina doesn't mean you're special. So does Sarah Palin. The difference is: people give a shit about me because I work hard. Being pretty helps I guess, but I bust my ass. You talk about all this fame you've earned. Did I take a piss and miss you winning the PWE Universal Title? What's that? You didn't? Did you win the Gateway Title? You didn't? Or are you talking about shit that didn't happen here. Beating a bunch of nobodies in some local gymnasium doesn't amount to a god damned thing. And fucking some ring-boy on camera doesn't count.
You're in the big leagues, as in back to square one. As in, I don't give a damn who you are, because I am bigger than you are. Maybe if you weren't so hopped up on pills, you'd realize that your fame gathered as a porn actress doesn't necessarily equate to success in the PWE. You like to talk about how great you are in the ring. Fine, whatever. I'll tell you this, you little bitch: you better know how to actually wrestle. Not fly around the ring, I mean actually wrestle. I've done what you did before, and I have the scars to prove it. I had to learn, and it's time for the student to become the teacher.
This week, it's another trip down the Road 2 Glory. All the roads we have to walk are winding. Angelica, when you step in that ring in potato country, you're gonna find that you may have been this big deal before you met me, but after I move on to the semi's, you'll be finding yourself Blinded... by the Light!
_________________________________________________________________________________
The prep for the photo shoot was different from what I was used to. The makeup part was fun. I'm not used to being treated like a big deal like that. When I was looking through the wardrobe of my dressing room, something caught my eye. I looked at it and just shook my head. I heard a knock on the door.
"Are you decent?"
"Come on in."
I was in a pink robe, so I wasn't afraid of Novack. He walks in and I toss the item to him: A black polka dot bikini.
"Not running around in a bikini, huh? You got some explaining to do."
"Our last photo shoot was a bit of a prima donna. We were looking for more of an eye-candy route with her, but she wanted to be kind of uptight about it."
"Let me guess, James?"
He nodded. I presumed as much. So I decided to tell him point blank.
"I want you to know, if your photographer talks to me like that prick talked to her, he will be eating through a straw. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am. Is there anything in particular you would like to wear, I have a wardrobe assistant who can help you out."
"One thing I know for certain: I'm not wearing that little bikini."
"Of course not."
"Because It's not my size."
Cue double-take from Sean. I smirk to him playfully.
"What's the matter?"
"After all that tough talk, you had no problem wearing something like this?"
"I didn't say that. The whole reason why I agreed to this photo shoot was because it's me doing something I don't normally do. You know I don't do the whole makeup thing. Most of the pictures taken of me are me in my ring t-shirts and shorts."
"Yeah, it's a good look, too."
"Much of the actual interview was about me outside the ring, so let's just do the photo session like that."
"Fair enough. So, get you a bikini that is your size, then?"
"And preferably with enough fabric to cover my ass, please."
He nods before he leaves. This isn't usually my thing. I think I can splurge and allow myself to look 'sexy' for the more perverted fans I have. Besides, maybe if one of the pictures is good enough, I can send it to Cross. It'll make his year.