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 |  Subject: Just keep your Mouth close  Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:58 pm | |
|  Focal Point Remix
Rocsi vs. KnightSome things are inevitable.
There will always be the fuckstick that stands in the way of progress.
There will always be another fuckstick to stand in his spot when the first gets beaten down.
They will continue to line up, thinking that they can make a change, that they can thump their chests and accomplish what their predecessors have failed at doing.
Then the other inevitable comes into play.
Someone who has nothing left to lose, nothing left to be taken from them.
They will fight until there is no longer fight left in them and then they will continue to fight because they don’t know when to lay down and give up. It’s not in their vocabulary, it’s not in their DNA.
Battle Grounds two inevitable will come head first as the fuckstick known as Rosalie Knight decides to stand in the way of progress.
And she meets the one that has nothing left to lose and everything to gain back known as The Fatal Attraction. The one who doesn’t know the word quit, the one who’s DNA has been tested through the ages.
And she’ll just realize after the night is done and she’s bathed in a sea of light - that it’s not the light of heaven, but the lights from the rafter beaming down on her as she just got her ass handed to her by me Loca Rocsi…
It’s gonna suck for you Rosalie
But don’t worry sweetheart, I’m sure you can go and take your frustrations out on the next guy and make yourself feel aaaaalllllll better.
But they’ll all be laughing at you too.
Because you just got your ass handed to you by the hottest thing in wrestling today, and she didn’t even break a sweat.
You committed the most heinous crime of all.
You underestimate me. You may say that you respect what I’ve done in this field, but you don’t. It’s just second hand words trying to puff yourself up. Because if you can beat a former World Champion, you can beat anyone!
Well what happens when that former Champion kicks your ass from pillar to post with a grin on her lips.
Heh….
See you at Battle Grounds, Bitch  History
And this is how the story began….Sitting across from her was a man that she had known for years, they pretty much grew up together. If it wasn't for his father, Loca's family would have never had what she did growing up. Something she saw as a blessing and a curse! A young man that while they might not always see eye to eye on things - he had always had her back. The world could only guess who her friend was, as he's never been caught on camera. Sure, months went by where they didn’t speak, months went by when they didn’t even know if the other one was all right - let alone alive, but somehow when it mattered most; they were there to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.
Loca's Friend
“You know you want to do this. You know you need to do this. For them.”
He tells her as the plane continues to ascend into the air high above the clouds. Her gaze slowly turns towards the window of the plane, her foot propped up in her own seat, she felt like a child under the scrutiny of her friend. He knew the words to say, he knew when to say them, but it was not manipulation. Friends don’t manipulate friends, friends say the words that the other is too afraid to speak, to think.
Loca's Friend
“Listen ma, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think it was right.”
He tells her, his hand coming up to rest on her shoulder.
Loca's Friend
“It’s not about us, it’s not about the fans, it’s about doing what’s right. If no one can see that, then so be it. We’ll end up making them see at the end that -we- were right all along. That's why I called you to return, if were gonna change anything I need you by my side.”
She heard the passion in his voice, something that had been lacking since her own life, a passion she lost when she started working the for the club again.
Loca's Friend
“That’s why you’re here, now, in this plane with me. There's no other women in this game as good as you are when it comes to rattling cages. Because you know you’re right. You haven’t changed, I haven’t changed. This whole fucked up world has changed.”
Slowly her attention is brought back to him, their eyes meet.
Loca Rocsi
“I know”
She says quietly. And she did know, she just needed to hear those words from someone besides herself.
Loca Rocsi
“I know”
She re-iterates, reassuring him that he hadn’t made the wrong decision.
Loca Rocsi
“We’ll be in Canada soon. I’ve made sure no one will see my departure from the plane. So are secret can be safe, wouldn't want to ruin the surprise just yet”
He had everything planned out, sorted. It was good someone did. She had been living in a fog for months, a haze of her own doing; not that she even thought anything was wrong. The doctors told her that she needed medication, to help calm her nerves after almost having a break down, going back to the strip club almost killed her. It really was a traumatizing event - but she didn’t believe she needed meds.
It her eyes she was fine.
She was fine.  Yup ... I'm a Bitch ...
A Fucking Classy one!
Yup ... You a Hoe ...
A Fucking Nasty one!Loca Rocsi
“Listen up you fucksticks”
Loca was sitting in a room by herself
Loca Rocsi
“I know. I know. This is the first time that I have come face to face, or at least recorded face to face with the lot of you.”
She gives a self assured smirk
Loca Rocsi
“I figured once in a blue moon it very well might be a treat, or at least give some of you helpless desperate losers something new to fap to besides the rest of the trash that’s been seen lately filtering I Dub’s airwaves. Granted I’m sure a lot of you enjoy the stroke of the bologna to Voss and Steel’s face. Let’s face it they are the most feminine things around here, well were until yours truly showed back up”
she smirks lightly, as she sits forward, wearing a very low cut tanktop as she shakes her head lightly
Loca Rocsi
“but see, I am doing this in hopes that one of you will finally get it. One of you will finally fucking understand what it I am planning on doing. I mean sure, we could look at the examples of Rosalie, and how she thinks that I have done nothing in this game. How she can think that my career is nothing more than a comedy piece for them to rip apart.”
She shakes her head
Loca Rocsi
“and people -wonder- why I'm so tired of not getting the respect that I deserve? That I’ve earned?”
Her eyebrows raise
Loca Rocsi
“Bitch please.”
Her lips purse, a look of amusement dancing in her eyes.
Loca Rocsi
“Because while Rosalie and anyone else wishes to demean all that I have done in my career. Everything I've done thus far in my short time in this game stands up to the test of time, it stands up to the likes of theirs and overshadows them. Which is the true crux of their problem. They’re afraid that with a rookie that is also a veteran like myself, that they will find themselves exactly where they have always been, continuing the status quo of being irrelevant.”
Shaking her head, for a moment it seems as if the old Loca was back the way she was smiling, the way her eyes lit up
Loca Rocsi
“and that just pisses them fuck off! And why shouldn’t it! After all these chuckleheads can’t handle the fact that their pasts mean spit to anyone with a half of a brain cell, which by the stands of I Dub, I am sure a lot of them still hold onto their cute little banners and shake their pom poms for Brandon Mac. Because he manage to steal himself a championship”
And within a blink of an eye, the old Loca was gone as she uttered those words.
Loca Rocsi
“Rosalie, I had to cut you off last week because you mean jack shit around here. You acted like hot shit, when you have done the bare minimum because that got you by in the regions. Well yeah, when you're fighting people who were never in shape or talented enough to get the call up, you'll get some wins. When you're fighting children who couldn't intimidate old ladies on the bus, let alone grown men and women, you'll get some wins. But you have to rise to the occasion here, meet the challenge. I Dub's files are full of people who thought they were hot shit but after a debut loss or two, they packed their shit and hauled ass back to the high school gyms and never looked back. (Hi Brenton Cyrus)"
Standing up, Loca looks off to the side
Loca Rocsi
"Some people might not like the truth that I have spoken, some people may question my motives, but at the end of the day… They all know I'm right. Knight has everyone looking at her as if she's the next me. As if she is some sort of hero. The mindless sheep demand that they have a hero. That they have someone that they can raise up, but they do not see the truth for what it is. That is why we are here, that is what we are doing. And at Battle Grounds, Rosalie will be looking up at a godess with a goal, with a purpose in her heart and mind. And that purpose is to insure that in the years to come that wrestling is at it should be, that it is that those who have bled, that have sweated, that have puked their guts up after an intense match have the rightful place - not because they can sell the merchandise or lead the sheep in a pied piper march.”
She shakes her head
Loca Rocsi
“but because it is the RIGHT thing to do.”
Her eyes return to the camera after giving a nod to someone or something that is not there
Loca Rocsi
“Rosalie Knight”
Her lips turn once again into a smile
Loca Rocsi
“at Battle Grounds, it's about time you and everyone else meets there Fatal Attraction!"
The footage fades out as Loca sits back down and puts her head in her hands….
She was all right.
She just had to keep telling herself.
She was all right. |
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