Post by Black Bullitt on Jul 5, 2006 2:00:56 GMT -5
Fade in at a softly rolling hillside. Midday, the light is shining with a few light, puffy clouds high in the sky. Visper Karr walks around aimlessly, because that's what she does when she's not working out, or traveling, or doing an interview, or any of that other stuff.
[Visper:] You know, when I think to how long I've been in professional wrestling, and how long I've actually wrestled, it's kind of amazing how far I've come along. And, granted, my Jeet Kun Do background has helped me get my offense along nicely. But, people don't take me seriously. Maybe it's because I'm not a giant broom-loving whore, or have some stupid fetishist accent, or boundless energy. All I do, is kick people. Really hard. Until they're sitting on the mat, wondering what direction they're going to get kicked next. And then, I kick and kick until they're laid out, staring at the lights. And then, I keep kicking them. In the face.
Patty Sirloin, you've managed to do something that, no one has been able to do my entire life; hospitalize me. And, on top of that, you have pissed me off royally. I realize that, when you first challenged me for the Globally Honored Pants, and I was kicking you so hard that fat and greese were flying everywhere, you made a big desperate move, and resorted to some really backwards tactics, and didn't get anything for it, except a pissed-off black woman.
So, at NaviII, when I get you into that ring, I'm going to kick you, and kick you, and kick you. I'm going to kick back bacon off of you. Parts of you will sizzle. When I'm done, you might even be able to fit into women's clothing again. I'm not trying to seem like a badass here, or glorify myself and my impending victory; I'm just giving you fair warning, so that you know exactly what you're in for.
Fade out.
[Visper:] You know, when I think to how long I've been in professional wrestling, and how long I've actually wrestled, it's kind of amazing how far I've come along. And, granted, my Jeet Kun Do background has helped me get my offense along nicely. But, people don't take me seriously. Maybe it's because I'm not a giant broom-loving whore, or have some stupid fetishist accent, or boundless energy. All I do, is kick people. Really hard. Until they're sitting on the mat, wondering what direction they're going to get kicked next. And then, I kick and kick until they're laid out, staring at the lights. And then, I keep kicking them. In the face.
Patty Sirloin, you've managed to do something that, no one has been able to do my entire life; hospitalize me. And, on top of that, you have pissed me off royally. I realize that, when you first challenged me for the Globally Honored Pants, and I was kicking you so hard that fat and greese were flying everywhere, you made a big desperate move, and resorted to some really backwards tactics, and didn't get anything for it, except a pissed-off black woman.
So, at NaviII, when I get you into that ring, I'm going to kick you, and kick you, and kick you. I'm going to kick back bacon off of you. Parts of you will sizzle. When I'm done, you might even be able to fit into women's clothing again. I'm not trying to seem like a badass here, or glorify myself and my impending victory; I'm just giving you fair warning, so that you know exactly what you're in for.
Fade out.
