Post by Rachel on Apr 26, 2007 12:07:45 GMT -5
Standing in a hallway looking confident and ready to go is a short, balding man dressed in a pair of khakis and a denim, button-up shirt. He is joined by Rachel who looks bored to death. The man raises the mic he is holding to his lips.
Man: I'm standing here with Rachel, one of the several contenders for the XVI Xtreme Title. Recently, some interesting words have been said from your opponents, Rachel. Anything to say in return?
Rachel snatches the microphone from his fat, little hand.
Rachel: This is ridiculous! Why? Why do these men think that just because I have breasts - exquisite breasts - that I expect them to take it easy on me? Sure, I'd rather my perfect body not be scarred...but that's the price I have to pay in order to show these morons that just because I wasn't cursed with an extra leg doesn't mean I can't compete on their level! Thor's words have irked me more than anything. I'm supposed to assume that you're going to take it easy on my because of the gender box I checked when I registered to vote? Give me a break, I know better than that. A freak like you probably cannot wait to get your hands on me and do crazy and disgusting things to my body. I'm not afraid of your battlescars or your weapons. Your words have absolutely no effect on me or my concentration on this match. You need to re-evaluate. This match is not about mindgames. It is about stamina. How long can you stand to be beaten and broken? How long will it be before you wear down, and you're left lying in a pool of blood, some of which isn't even your own. I'm a woman. We bleed for a living. It doesn't make a difference to me who I am going face to face and toe to toe with in that ring. It could be Thor, Prozac, Jordan Glass - speaking of Glass, I thought you were supposed to be Bullet Proof? If you're so Bullet Proof, why are you letting a woman screw with your focus? If you let her get into your head, you're going to find that you have two women to defeat come Sunday. And beleive me, speaking from a position of experience, it is not a war that you want to wage. This is how it is going to go...I'm going to leave victorious. I'm going to make my third match in this company my third win. I'm going prove the critics wrong, shock the skeptics and dazzle the doubters. You can consider this match over before it even begins!
Rachel tosses the mic at her interviewer who scrambles to catch it, lets it hit the ground and bends over to pick it up. She rolls her eyes at his clumsiness and struts off, her head high.
Man: I'm standing here with Rachel, one of the several contenders for the XVI Xtreme Title. Recently, some interesting words have been said from your opponents, Rachel. Anything to say in return?
Rachel snatches the microphone from his fat, little hand.
Rachel: This is ridiculous! Why? Why do these men think that just because I have breasts - exquisite breasts - that I expect them to take it easy on me? Sure, I'd rather my perfect body not be scarred...but that's the price I have to pay in order to show these morons that just because I wasn't cursed with an extra leg doesn't mean I can't compete on their level! Thor's words have irked me more than anything. I'm supposed to assume that you're going to take it easy on my because of the gender box I checked when I registered to vote? Give me a break, I know better than that. A freak like you probably cannot wait to get your hands on me and do crazy and disgusting things to my body. I'm not afraid of your battlescars or your weapons. Your words have absolutely no effect on me or my concentration on this match. You need to re-evaluate. This match is not about mindgames. It is about stamina. How long can you stand to be beaten and broken? How long will it be before you wear down, and you're left lying in a pool of blood, some of which isn't even your own. I'm a woman. We bleed for a living. It doesn't make a difference to me who I am going face to face and toe to toe with in that ring. It could be Thor, Prozac, Jordan Glass - speaking of Glass, I thought you were supposed to be Bullet Proof? If you're so Bullet Proof, why are you letting a woman screw with your focus? If you let her get into your head, you're going to find that you have two women to defeat come Sunday. And beleive me, speaking from a position of experience, it is not a war that you want to wage. This is how it is going to go...I'm going to leave victorious. I'm going to make my third match in this company my third win. I'm going prove the critics wrong, shock the skeptics and dazzle the doubters. You can consider this match over before it even begins!
Rachel tosses the mic at her interviewer who scrambles to catch it, lets it hit the ground and bends over to pick it up. She rolls her eyes at his clumsiness and struts off, her head high.