Post by Talon Young on Feb 6, 2014 17:02:50 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the women's room. Yes THAT women's room. Talon is standing in front of one of the sinks. The camera is pointed so that you see her reflection in the wall of mirrors and the doors of the stalls behind her. Three of them are shut and judging by the feet at the bottom have occupants. An unsavory looking fat chick walks in and wedges herself into the stall, closing the door.
“Welcome to the Women's room! A place where hardly any men have ever gone before. Although I bet there's enough shit in this room to equal that of The Lost Soul's promo. If not....”
A fart comes from the stall the fat woman went into.
“It's getting there..”
She chuckles.
“Here's the deal asshat. I DID respect you. My first promo against you was about as respectful as it gets. What do I get from you? A puberty joke, a slam about me being a woman and some fucking long winded bullshit about how people need to have respect. You can't even get my name right. You spent three fucking minutes on me and the rest of it was just a bunch of flashbacks that look like they belong on Lifetime!”
She snorts and shakes her head.
“And you talk to me about respect.... You don't deserve it. I thought Roach was being harsh towards you. Now I don't. You're not The Lost Soul. You're a fucking ignorant jackass and you're no different than 90 percent of the people I've faced before you. You take the easy way out instead of the respectful one. You take a dig at me for being a chick and you botch my name in an effort to get me pissed. Then you give some vague bullshit about how I should fear you.. Uh... Because why? I have no proof you are what you say you are and I damn sure am not gonna take Dean's word for it. Sorry Dean. There's not a trace of your legacy left on this planet. Not a single thing that shows you're a threat to me so fuck you and your surprises. Your lack of respect is what pissed me off. My shit is still around in a company that cares that their wrestlers have access to your past. Your ego is simply not enough to sustain you here. Your few piddly words to me mean jack shit because they had no fire in them, no desire. For God's sakes you made me wait till fucking Thursday!”
A toilet flushes and a few moments later a woman comes out of the stall. She looks at Talon and the camera.
“Is that thing on?”
The woman points to the camera and Talon nods.
“Okay was just making sure you weren't talking to yourself.. Weirder shit has happened in the women's room. As if having a camera on in it was normal..but...”
The woman realizes she's babbling and pulls her red purse back up onto her shoulder and just leaves. Talon just raises an eyebrow.
“If this shit was hall of fame worthy in your previous companies then no wonder they were dead. I tried to do my research on you. I tried to give you a shred of credibility before you opened your mouth. I couldn't find anything and now that you have spoken that whole saying about best to be quiet and appear to be stupid than to open your mouth and remove all doubt comes to mind. That's exactly what you should have done because here's the facts. I don't have to prove myself to some washed up egotistical asshole who thinks he can get by on the seat of his pants and some invisible legacy. So try again old man. I did my research on Richard even though I felt he was beneath me. I did what I could against you. I do it because I respect the verbal battle. I respect my opponent till they give me reason not to and I respect the OCW enough to call it my home and give it the best I have to offer. People like you look pathetic against me. You better step it up. You're getting outshined by someone who has only been doing this a little bit over a year.”
Another fart is heard from the fat woman's stall. Talon turns around.
“Are you alright in there?”
There's no answer. Probably because the woman has no idea if she's being talked to or someone else. Talon just shrugs and moves to turn off the camera. The scene cuts to black.
“Welcome to the Women's room! A place where hardly any men have ever gone before. Although I bet there's enough shit in this room to equal that of The Lost Soul's promo. If not....”
A fart comes from the stall the fat woman went into.
“It's getting there..”
She chuckles.
“Here's the deal asshat. I DID respect you. My first promo against you was about as respectful as it gets. What do I get from you? A puberty joke, a slam about me being a woman and some fucking long winded bullshit about how people need to have respect. You can't even get my name right. You spent three fucking minutes on me and the rest of it was just a bunch of flashbacks that look like they belong on Lifetime!”
She snorts and shakes her head.
“And you talk to me about respect.... You don't deserve it. I thought Roach was being harsh towards you. Now I don't. You're not The Lost Soul. You're a fucking ignorant jackass and you're no different than 90 percent of the people I've faced before you. You take the easy way out instead of the respectful one. You take a dig at me for being a chick and you botch my name in an effort to get me pissed. Then you give some vague bullshit about how I should fear you.. Uh... Because why? I have no proof you are what you say you are and I damn sure am not gonna take Dean's word for it. Sorry Dean. There's not a trace of your legacy left on this planet. Not a single thing that shows you're a threat to me so fuck you and your surprises. Your lack of respect is what pissed me off. My shit is still around in a company that cares that their wrestlers have access to your past. Your ego is simply not enough to sustain you here. Your few piddly words to me mean jack shit because they had no fire in them, no desire. For God's sakes you made me wait till fucking Thursday!”
A toilet flushes and a few moments later a woman comes out of the stall. She looks at Talon and the camera.
“Is that thing on?”
The woman points to the camera and Talon nods.
“Okay was just making sure you weren't talking to yourself.. Weirder shit has happened in the women's room. As if having a camera on in it was normal..but...”
The woman realizes she's babbling and pulls her red purse back up onto her shoulder and just leaves. Talon just raises an eyebrow.
“If this shit was hall of fame worthy in your previous companies then no wonder they were dead. I tried to do my research on you. I tried to give you a shred of credibility before you opened your mouth. I couldn't find anything and now that you have spoken that whole saying about best to be quiet and appear to be stupid than to open your mouth and remove all doubt comes to mind. That's exactly what you should have done because here's the facts. I don't have to prove myself to some washed up egotistical asshole who thinks he can get by on the seat of his pants and some invisible legacy. So try again old man. I did my research on Richard even though I felt he was beneath me. I did what I could against you. I do it because I respect the verbal battle. I respect my opponent till they give me reason not to and I respect the OCW enough to call it my home and give it the best I have to offer. People like you look pathetic against me. You better step it up. You're getting outshined by someone who has only been doing this a little bit over a year.”
Another fart is heard from the fat woman's stall. Talon turns around.
“Are you alright in there?”
There's no answer. Probably because the woman has no idea if she's being talked to or someone else. Talon just shrugs and moves to turn off the camera. The scene cuts to black.