Post by Rachel on Apr 22, 2007 21:02:36 GMT -5
The sun is shining brightly across a soft blue sky. Puffy, white clouds dot the firmament. Vast acres of green grass are being grazed upon by beautiful, stout horses. Behind a large house sits an immense pool area. The water sparkles beneasth the sun as a small waterfall fountain pours into it. Lying beside the pool in a chair is Rachel. Her hair is tied behind her head in a messy bun. She's wearing a pair of silver aviator glasses and a black bikini. She looks up and pulls the sunglasses off, placing them on a table next to a glass with a little festive umbrella sticking out of it.
Rachel: How very, extraordinarily amazing. I mean...WOW. I don't believe that I have EVER heard a better load of bullshit in my entire life. You members of the male gender certainly are predictable and a like. Its always a line of crap with you...First, its "I caught a fish THIS big", then its "Are you a parking ticket because you've got fine written all over you." Now, G-Dawg, you have entered a whole new line of crap into the Male Bullshit Database. That's really cute. I'm nothing more than a small woman, so therefore, I can't possibly take on a big, strong man such as yourself. You are going to make the same mistake of every man before you...You are going to underestimate me. You underestimate my athleticism, my intellect, and my ability to plan, connive and calculate. Just ask Szaban at how conniving I can be. I'm sure that he'd have more to say on the subject than I would like to hear.
Rachel leans over and picks up her drink. She takes a sip out of the straw and then puts it back on the table.
Rachel: You know what else just tickled me pink? You think that you are a big, bad man because you can have people thrown over a cliff and killed, or because you can put a gun to someone's head and pull the trigger. If you want to play with guns, I can climb up into a tree stand and shoot a buck at a good distance, but I leave that for the animals. A real man fights with his two hands, G-Dawg. Lets see, what else did you say that thrilled me? Ah, yes, you're going to use me to show Szaban that you're better than him. For someone who was just standing there saying that a woman like me could never beat a man like him, I don't really think that you're saying much. I'm sure that statement won't be able to grab his attention with any kind of force. There is just so much to your last little talk that I find interesting. I enjoyed the part where at first, I'm an ungrateful bitch for not applauding you for saving me from my big, bad husband, and the next you're telling Szaban that he's a punk because he couldn't beat me. Which is it, G-Dawg? Did I beat him, or not? Personally, I agree with you, that win was bullshit and I don't even want to see it go down in the record books. Any win against Szaban I have will be there because I made it happen, just like any other person I step into the ring with. Coming Monday, I will have my first REAL win in this company entered into the books. I've stood in line, I've paid my dues, I've made my friends and enemies and earned my respect. So when you're standing across from me in the ring, looking into my eyes and smirking...When your cocky instincts take over...Just remember that not everything is what it seems and not everything is real just because you want to believe in it. I mean, you said it yourself, you're not a Godly man. You don't buy it just because its for sale. So don't buy into the hype...Don't believe the stereotype...Because one day, it might get you into a situation that you're fat mouth can't talk your way out of.
Rachel lies back against the chair and slips her sunglasses on, signaling the end to her tirade.
Rachel: How very, extraordinarily amazing. I mean...WOW. I don't believe that I have EVER heard a better load of bullshit in my entire life. You members of the male gender certainly are predictable and a like. Its always a line of crap with you...First, its "I caught a fish THIS big", then its "Are you a parking ticket because you've got fine written all over you." Now, G-Dawg, you have entered a whole new line of crap into the Male Bullshit Database. That's really cute. I'm nothing more than a small woman, so therefore, I can't possibly take on a big, strong man such as yourself. You are going to make the same mistake of every man before you...You are going to underestimate me. You underestimate my athleticism, my intellect, and my ability to plan, connive and calculate. Just ask Szaban at how conniving I can be. I'm sure that he'd have more to say on the subject than I would like to hear.
Rachel leans over and picks up her drink. She takes a sip out of the straw and then puts it back on the table.
Rachel: You know what else just tickled me pink? You think that you are a big, bad man because you can have people thrown over a cliff and killed, or because you can put a gun to someone's head and pull the trigger. If you want to play with guns, I can climb up into a tree stand and shoot a buck at a good distance, but I leave that for the animals. A real man fights with his two hands, G-Dawg. Lets see, what else did you say that thrilled me? Ah, yes, you're going to use me to show Szaban that you're better than him. For someone who was just standing there saying that a woman like me could never beat a man like him, I don't really think that you're saying much. I'm sure that statement won't be able to grab his attention with any kind of force. There is just so much to your last little talk that I find interesting. I enjoyed the part where at first, I'm an ungrateful bitch for not applauding you for saving me from my big, bad husband, and the next you're telling Szaban that he's a punk because he couldn't beat me. Which is it, G-Dawg? Did I beat him, or not? Personally, I agree with you, that win was bullshit and I don't even want to see it go down in the record books. Any win against Szaban I have will be there because I made it happen, just like any other person I step into the ring with. Coming Monday, I will have my first REAL win in this company entered into the books. I've stood in line, I've paid my dues, I've made my friends and enemies and earned my respect. So when you're standing across from me in the ring, looking into my eyes and smirking...When your cocky instincts take over...Just remember that not everything is what it seems and not everything is real just because you want to believe in it. I mean, you said it yourself, you're not a Godly man. You don't buy it just because its for sale. So don't buy into the hype...Don't believe the stereotype...Because one day, it might get you into a situation that you're fat mouth can't talk your way out of.
Rachel lies back against the chair and slips her sunglasses on, signaling the end to her tirade.