Post by Prophet of Ash on Oct 16, 2011 11:50:53 GMT -5
WFWF Superbrawl VII
10/16/11
017 (Kylie): Kylie’s Adventure
RE: David Handlecatch
It’s been a long road for me to my WFWF debut. It seems like I took a much longer route than most people. Most people get themselves a pair of tights and a pair of kick pads and call themselves wrestlers, and they are welcomed into the WFWF. Sometimes I wonder if there’s even any sort of pre-screening process, what with the fact that there was a giant chicken nugget and a giant milk shake, one of which ended up being a banished former champion.. Hollywood Honor is a murderer. Isn’t that something that should be written on a resume. “Yeah, I went to Yale, I was on the football team.. I worked at a Target shipping center for a few years, and oh yeah, I’ve KILLED HALF A DOZEN PEOPLE!”
It seems like any joker can get into WFWF these days. Look at that tubby tub Randel Benjamin. He couldn’t beat Phil with Phil’s hands tied behind his back. Is there any more literally handicap than that, and the tubby fat fat still couldn’t beat Phil. Then there’s the person I originally set my sights on, when training. Captain Morgan. Cute name, huh? Like the alcohol? A barrel of laughs. And that’s just what she was, a laughing stock. A girl that thought because she was cute and a tomboy who got drunk all the time, that made her a wrestler. And the dumb blonde disappeared as quickly as she appeared, before I was even in bump class. Probably for the best. Don’t need someone out there soiling what I’m trying to accomplish as a woman’s wrestler, running around, getting drunk, and presumably being promiscuous.
The difference between each and every one of these jokes and me is that I am trained. I have been ran through the ringer for the last several weeks with what can only be described as grueling. Unlike some people, I don’t have a famous last name that gives me an immediate pass into the WFWF. I’m just Kylie.
But unlike these guys (and slut) that come in here, throw their bags down, and think they are a wrestler.. I’ve got an advantage. This is my first match.. But it’s not my first show. I walk into a WFWF building and I’m greeted by name by the camera men, the referees, the road agents, the jobbers that still hang around for no real reason like Yukio.. The travel wear and tear is normal daily grind for me. The bright lights and cameras? Daily business. I may not have wrestled.. But it was MY hand that took out the National champion Hutton Brown, despite what Phil wants to claim. My snake took out Hutton.
So the biggest stage of them all.. I start my career. Superbrawl. The WFWF hasn’t seen anything like me, and won’t again..[/color]
It’s almost time. It’s almost time for my WFWF debut. I’ve been hitting the gym hard this week. At least once a day. Instead of legs one day, arms one day, I’m regularly doing arms in the AM, legs in the PM. Percy says I’m going to end up looking like She-Hulk. I personally think that’s just his nerd fetish of wanting She-Hulk to look like me.
But once again, I’m in the gym. It’s leg time. I’m working hard, my MP3 blaring some cool music. When all of a sudden, I feel someone come up from behind me. A cold hand on my shoulder. Well, maybe it wasn’t cold. Maybe it was room temperature and I’m just hot and sweaty. Whatever, it felt cold to me. I quickly pulled out my ear phones and turned around. In the process, all the weight that I was working with my legs comes crashing to the floor. Oops. It’s a woman I don‘t know. Kind of mid 30s. Not in the best shape. Pretty, but pretty in a mom sort of way. I guess a MILF, if you‘re into that sort of thing.[/color]
Hi?
I figured I could find you here. My friend Tito says you’ve been quite the gym rat lately. You are Phil’s girlfriend, right? Kylie?
Sure.. You know my name, so what’s your’s?
My name is Ashley.. I am Phil’s ex wife..
Oh.
Oh.
Well that was smooth talking..
We need to have a little talk. I mean if you’re going to be around my daughter, I want to know you. Know you aren’t some drug addict or psychopath or bank robber or something..
Heh..
Hey, no problem. You want to go out for coffee or something? Just give me a couple of minutes to get cleaned up and changed..
That won’t be needed. This isn’t a social visit. Did you graduate from high school?
Straight to the point.
Yes.
Did you graduate from college?
I didn’t go.
What religion are you?
Uhh. I don’t know? We’ll say Christian.
My family is Jewish.
I have no problem with that. I really don’t follow religion much.
How many sexual partners have you had, before Phil?
That’s a little personal, don’t you think?
I want to know what kind of influence you’re having on my daughter. She’s gotten into some trouble lately and she’s growing up much quicker than she should. I want to know if I should be pissed at you or Phil for it.
She’s sizing me up. I could whack her in the head with a dumb bell right now and save the whole world some grief. You wanna bang, bitch?
I’ve never even met Samantha. Or Hailee.
Hailee doesn’t concern me. That’s not my problem. My problem is Samantha. And my problem is you, whore.
I stand up. I realize I’m about four inches taller than Ashley. I think she realized it too, because she backed down real quick.
Look, I don’t want to fight you. I frankly don’t need to break my hand right now. I’ve got a big match in just a few days. I need to prepare. Now if you’ll excuse me I…[/color]
I start to grab my ear plugs to start my music up again. This dumb bitch pushes me. I fall back about two inches, but trip over the bench behind me, sending me sailing to the ground. Ashley has a smug smirk on her face. I start back up. She walks away. As she’s walking away, I hear her say “that’s right, bitch”. What the f*ck sh*t is that? Ugh. There’s a scene gathering around me now, so I grab my stuff and head to the locker room. I quickly change. I’ll shower when I get back to Phil’s. I get out of here before anyone says anything. In the car, I make a call to Phil, over speaker phone
*ring*
*ring*[/color]
What’s up?
Hey uhh.. I just ran into Ashley..
What, where? Why?
She found me at the gym. Apparently, Tito, that helps run the gym, is one of her buddies or something. She came up and started asking all sorts of questions and talking all kinds of sh*t. Then she pushed me over a bench.
For f*ck’s sake.. You didn’t knock her out, did you?
No. I didn’t even expect her to push me, so I didn’t do anything. I’m on my way back home now.
Where are you?
Just leaving the gym. It just happened. I went and got changed and left. I didn’t even finish my workout.
Well, I’m getting ready to head out. I’ve got to take care of a couple things. Get some paint. When I get home, let’s have a talk. You gonna be okay?
Yeah, I’m fine.. I’ll see you later, babe.
I don’t have a 17-0 streak. I don’t have any streak. But I am like Phil.. I’m unbeaten. But I’m untested. David Handlecatch, and no, I’m not typing it in all caps because it looks absurd and it looks like it’s being yelled. You’re number one. You will be the first. This is a new path for me, in my life. I can’t fail at this…[/color]
10/16/11
017 (Kylie): Kylie’s Adventure
RE: David Handlecatch
It’s been a long road for me to my WFWF debut. It seems like I took a much longer route than most people. Most people get themselves a pair of tights and a pair of kick pads and call themselves wrestlers, and they are welcomed into the WFWF. Sometimes I wonder if there’s even any sort of pre-screening process, what with the fact that there was a giant chicken nugget and a giant milk shake, one of which ended up being a banished former champion.. Hollywood Honor is a murderer. Isn’t that something that should be written on a resume. “Yeah, I went to Yale, I was on the football team.. I worked at a Target shipping center for a few years, and oh yeah, I’ve KILLED HALF A DOZEN PEOPLE!”
It seems like any joker can get into WFWF these days. Look at that tubby tub Randel Benjamin. He couldn’t beat Phil with Phil’s hands tied behind his back. Is there any more literally handicap than that, and the tubby fat fat still couldn’t beat Phil. Then there’s the person I originally set my sights on, when training. Captain Morgan. Cute name, huh? Like the alcohol? A barrel of laughs. And that’s just what she was, a laughing stock. A girl that thought because she was cute and a tomboy who got drunk all the time, that made her a wrestler. And the dumb blonde disappeared as quickly as she appeared, before I was even in bump class. Probably for the best. Don’t need someone out there soiling what I’m trying to accomplish as a woman’s wrestler, running around, getting drunk, and presumably being promiscuous.
The difference between each and every one of these jokes and me is that I am trained. I have been ran through the ringer for the last several weeks with what can only be described as grueling. Unlike some people, I don’t have a famous last name that gives me an immediate pass into the WFWF. I’m just Kylie.
But unlike these guys (and slut) that come in here, throw their bags down, and think they are a wrestler.. I’ve got an advantage. This is my first match.. But it’s not my first show. I walk into a WFWF building and I’m greeted by name by the camera men, the referees, the road agents, the jobbers that still hang around for no real reason like Yukio.. The travel wear and tear is normal daily grind for me. The bright lights and cameras? Daily business. I may not have wrestled.. But it was MY hand that took out the National champion Hutton Brown, despite what Phil wants to claim. My snake took out Hutton.
So the biggest stage of them all.. I start my career. Superbrawl. The WFWF hasn’t seen anything like me, and won’t again..[/color]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s almost time. It’s almost time for my WFWF debut. I’ve been hitting the gym hard this week. At least once a day. Instead of legs one day, arms one day, I’m regularly doing arms in the AM, legs in the PM. Percy says I’m going to end up looking like She-Hulk. I personally think that’s just his nerd fetish of wanting She-Hulk to look like me.
But once again, I’m in the gym. It’s leg time. I’m working hard, my MP3 blaring some cool music. When all of a sudden, I feel someone come up from behind me. A cold hand on my shoulder. Well, maybe it wasn’t cold. Maybe it was room temperature and I’m just hot and sweaty. Whatever, it felt cold to me. I quickly pulled out my ear phones and turned around. In the process, all the weight that I was working with my legs comes crashing to the floor. Oops. It’s a woman I don‘t know. Kind of mid 30s. Not in the best shape. Pretty, but pretty in a mom sort of way. I guess a MILF, if you‘re into that sort of thing.[/color]
Hi?
I figured I could find you here. My friend Tito says you’ve been quite the gym rat lately. You are Phil’s girlfriend, right? Kylie?
Sure.. You know my name, so what’s your’s?
My name is Ashley.. I am Phil’s ex wife..
Oh.
Oh.
Well that was smooth talking..
We need to have a little talk. I mean if you’re going to be around my daughter, I want to know you. Know you aren’t some drug addict or psychopath or bank robber or something..
Heh..
Hey, no problem. You want to go out for coffee or something? Just give me a couple of minutes to get cleaned up and changed..
That won’t be needed. This isn’t a social visit. Did you graduate from high school?
Straight to the point.
Yes.
Did you graduate from college?
I didn’t go.
What religion are you?
Uhh. I don’t know? We’ll say Christian.
My family is Jewish.
I have no problem with that. I really don’t follow religion much.
How many sexual partners have you had, before Phil?
That’s a little personal, don’t you think?
I want to know what kind of influence you’re having on my daughter. She’s gotten into some trouble lately and she’s growing up much quicker than she should. I want to know if I should be pissed at you or Phil for it.
She’s sizing me up. I could whack her in the head with a dumb bell right now and save the whole world some grief. You wanna bang, bitch?
I’ve never even met Samantha. Or Hailee.
Hailee doesn’t concern me. That’s not my problem. My problem is Samantha. And my problem is you, whore.
I stand up. I realize I’m about four inches taller than Ashley. I think she realized it too, because she backed down real quick.
Look, I don’t want to fight you. I frankly don’t need to break my hand right now. I’ve got a big match in just a few days. I need to prepare. Now if you’ll excuse me I…[/color]
I start to grab my ear plugs to start my music up again. This dumb bitch pushes me. I fall back about two inches, but trip over the bench behind me, sending me sailing to the ground. Ashley has a smug smirk on her face. I start back up. She walks away. As she’s walking away, I hear her say “that’s right, bitch”. What the f*ck sh*t is that? Ugh. There’s a scene gathering around me now, so I grab my stuff and head to the locker room. I quickly change. I’ll shower when I get back to Phil’s. I get out of here before anyone says anything. In the car, I make a call to Phil, over speaker phone
*ring*
*ring*[/color]
What’s up?
Hey uhh.. I just ran into Ashley..
What, where? Why?
She found me at the gym. Apparently, Tito, that helps run the gym, is one of her buddies or something. She came up and started asking all sorts of questions and talking all kinds of sh*t. Then she pushed me over a bench.
For f*ck’s sake.. You didn’t knock her out, did you?
No. I didn’t even expect her to push me, so I didn’t do anything. I’m on my way back home now.
Where are you?
Just leaving the gym. It just happened. I went and got changed and left. I didn’t even finish my workout.
Well, I’m getting ready to head out. I’ve got to take care of a couple things. Get some paint. When I get home, let’s have a talk. You gonna be okay?
Yeah, I’m fine.. I’ll see you later, babe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don’t have a 17-0 streak. I don’t have any streak. But I am like Phil.. I’m unbeaten. But I’m untested. David Handlecatch, and no, I’m not typing it in all caps because it looks absurd and it looks like it’s being yelled. You’re number one. You will be the first. This is a new path for me, in my life. I can’t fail at this…[/color]
