Post by gamma on Dec 4, 2015 15:26:30 GMT
In a corner of a working gym, we find Edie Frederik watching tapes on a little tv in the back. She’d watch a minute or two, pause and scribble notes on a dry erase board. She pauses and turns to the camera, exhaling.
“My first singles match in forever and I get pitted against this newcomer, Tatyana Yvette. The self-proclaimed ‘Prodigy’ of pro wrestling. I wonder, Taty… what exactly you are so skilled in that would bring you to call yourself the prodigy of anything? From what I can tell, you are very adept at running your mouth and pumping yourself up at the expense of others. You want to be the star of the show, is that it? You think you are already? You put your points across like an arrogant, uneducated, disrespectful piece of trash.”
She gestures back to the television with her marker, paused with Tatyana in a muscle pose.
“I can tell by looking at you that you are well put together, a muscular frame. Obviously you have put the time in at the gym. But who of us hasn’t? I live in the gym, Ms. Yvette. Every piece of iron you can pick up means little to the style, skill and finesse you actually have to employ to make that power work for you. Have you practiced your craft? I don’t think you are refined in the slightest from what I am seeing. I think you are inexperienced, unsafe, and an accident waiting to happen. Of course the goal is to beat the snot out of each other and prevail but I feel you’re more likely to hurt someone through pure reckless miscalculation than any intended blow or maneuver. That sort of thing does not sit well with me. I have been injured before through purely accidental means, I would rather it not happen again.”
She frowns and grips her shoulder, rotating it in a circular motion.
“So therefore I refuse to let it happen. My family, my legacy has roots running deep back through the annals of time and the pro wrestling industry. I am trying to make them proud one match at a time. However, you will never hear me trot out here and profess to be the star of the show or the reason that people buy a ticket. I let my actions in the ring speak for me. I earn the fans and the fame through hard work in a dignified manner. But do not get that twisted, that does not mean that I am some pushover that will wilt when faced with a challenge. They call me the Red River Strangler, and I would like nothing better than to choke you out in the center of the ring and shut you up. I’m going to beat you about the head and shoulders severely, “Prodigy”. Mind your neck, blondie…. lest you lose your head.”
She turns back and unpauses the tape, watching intently.
“My first singles match in forever and I get pitted against this newcomer, Tatyana Yvette. The self-proclaimed ‘Prodigy’ of pro wrestling. I wonder, Taty… what exactly you are so skilled in that would bring you to call yourself the prodigy of anything? From what I can tell, you are very adept at running your mouth and pumping yourself up at the expense of others. You want to be the star of the show, is that it? You think you are already? You put your points across like an arrogant, uneducated, disrespectful piece of trash.”
She gestures back to the television with her marker, paused with Tatyana in a muscle pose.
“I can tell by looking at you that you are well put together, a muscular frame. Obviously you have put the time in at the gym. But who of us hasn’t? I live in the gym, Ms. Yvette. Every piece of iron you can pick up means little to the style, skill and finesse you actually have to employ to make that power work for you. Have you practiced your craft? I don’t think you are refined in the slightest from what I am seeing. I think you are inexperienced, unsafe, and an accident waiting to happen. Of course the goal is to beat the snot out of each other and prevail but I feel you’re more likely to hurt someone through pure reckless miscalculation than any intended blow or maneuver. That sort of thing does not sit well with me. I have been injured before through purely accidental means, I would rather it not happen again.”
She frowns and grips her shoulder, rotating it in a circular motion.
“So therefore I refuse to let it happen. My family, my legacy has roots running deep back through the annals of time and the pro wrestling industry. I am trying to make them proud one match at a time. However, you will never hear me trot out here and profess to be the star of the show or the reason that people buy a ticket. I let my actions in the ring speak for me. I earn the fans and the fame through hard work in a dignified manner. But do not get that twisted, that does not mean that I am some pushover that will wilt when faced with a challenge. They call me the Red River Strangler, and I would like nothing better than to choke you out in the center of the ring and shut you up. I’m going to beat you about the head and shoulders severely, “Prodigy”. Mind your neck, blondie…. lest you lose your head.”
She turns back and unpauses the tape, watching intently.
