Post by Speede on Dec 2, 2012 20:27:20 GMT -4
The following is NOT a post on the official blog of Roy Speede.
Roy Speede is in the weight room, flat on his back on the bench with the bar in his hands and a large weight on each side of the bar. Standing by his head, one on each side, are his best friend, Katie Walker, and his girlfriend, Meghan Morrison. The scene continues through a few reps before Roy racks the bar, the two women stabilizing the bar to assist him, and after a moment he sits up.
Roy Speede: “Okay, I’m taking two minutes to breathe, and then I’m adding another twenty pounds.”
Meghan Morrison: “Are you sure you want to push yourself like this? I mean, last week you were sitting at the computer typing a blog post to prep for your match. This is a big difference for you.”
Roy Speede: “Yeah I’m sure. Last week’s match was somewhat of a wakeup call for me. I didn’t even get to tag in my partner, and I’ve got to be ready for an onslaught if I have to deal with multiple opponents like I do this week.”
Katie Walker: “And because you’re freaking out about not getting D-Day into a match against those losers in Envikado, you’re pushing yourself to the limit for a match that isn’t even related to the tag team, and letting your blog fall apart?”
Roy Speede: “No, that’s not it at all. I’m just a bit more concerned about actually making a name for myself, and the tag team titles aren’t going to show my strengths and abilities as a singles wrestler. I mean, for the love of god, this is the first singles match I’m wrestling with the APW, and it’s a match that could win me a shot at the North American Championship.”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, against not only your tag team partner, but two other top talents on Meltdown on top of all that.”
Roy Speede: “And I’m not a top talent on Meltdown? Katie, I’m on fire right now. I’m three and oh, and I’m not stopping until I hit three hundred and oh.”
Meghan Morrison: “That still doesn’t explain why you’re planning to skip out on writing a blog post this week. Don’t you think your fans will miss that?”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, and didn’t you say you wouldn’t release any videos on your blog because of that incident last week?”
Roy Speede: “This isn’t going anywhere near my blog. This is going on the air as an APW broadcast; my blog has nothing to do with it. I want the world to recognize my face and my voice and have every last thing about me synonymous with greatness and glory, not just my blog posts. If that means recording a video for the APW guys to send out, you best believe that is exactly what I intend to do.”
Meghan Morrison: “So you’re recording it now, while you’re drenched in sweat, shirtless, and halfway out of breath from doing the bench press?”
Roy Speede: “I didn’t say the video was exactly a smart idea, I’m saying it’s what I plan to do. Now are you going to help me with this thing or not?”
Katie Walker: “Calm down, Roy! We’re not yelling at you or getting all up in your face over this thing, now are we?”
Roy Speede: “Yelling? Who’s yelling? I’m not yelling one bit, Katie. I’m calm. I’m cool. I’m as chill as chill can be; you guys are the ones blowing this thing out of proportion. So I’m not doing a blog post this week. Oh well! It’s not like I really truly need to do any sort of blog post every single freaking week, is it?”
Meghan Morrison: “Well, when people expect there to be a blog post every week, it looks bad when you don’t post one.”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, like when an old person gets used to a letter or a phone call every week from his or her son or daughter and then those letters or phone calls stop coming. It’s really a heartbreaker, you know.”
Roy Speede: “Alright! Alright already! I’ll write one after this! I just want to get ready for this match before I run out of time to work out.”
Meghan Morrison: “So you’d rather post that blog post late at night and people read it tomorrow than take a twenty minute break from working out and write it now?”
Roy Speede: “They’ll read it when they read it, Megs. Stopping and cooling down and then trying to start training all over again is going to be torture, especially if it’s just a break for like fifteen minutes to write a blog post. I want to get back to work already!”
Katie Walker: “Roy, seriously... Just relax for a minute or two. Write your blog post, and when you’re done with that, we’ll get something to eat, and then after dinner we can get back into the weight room and hit the bar some more. Sound like a plan?”
Roy Speede: “Katie, I want to WORK OUT, not write for an hour, and not eat.”
Meghan Morrison: “That’s a shame, too, because I could really go for a good hamburger. If he really doesn’t want to go, we could just go to Five Guys without him?”
Katie Walker: “Hmm... You know, I think I could do that. After all, Roy seems to be way to busy worried about his training for a meal.”
Roy Speede: “Now, hold up just one minute. Nobody ever mentioned anything about Five Guys Burgers and Fries being a part of the deal.”
Meghan Morrison: “Oh, so you do want to join us then? I’m sorry, Roy, but it looks like you’ve still got a blog post to write.”
Katie Walker: “Yeah. I mean, I suppose we could wait a half an hour, but if he’s just going to sit there and burn all that time working out, then wouldn’t it just be a waste?”
Meghan Morrison: “Yeah, it really would... Hmm, you think we should wait for him?”
Katie Walker: “I dunno, Meghan. It looks like he’s pretty busy lifting weights like a meathead to me.”
Roy Speede: “Fine, fine, I get it! Write the blog post! I’m going to go do that in just a minute.”
Katie Walker: “So you’re going to take our advice?”
Meghan Morrison: “There’s a first.”
Roy Speede: “Hey, I’m going! I’m going! Quiet down, or maybe I’ll change my mind and hide your car keys instead.”
Meghan Morrison: “You wouldn’t dare! I mean, I bet you would, but don’t you do it!”
Roy Speede: “I won’t, just calm your tits, woman!”
Roy stands up, and as he takes a step toward the door, Meghan steps in front of him. He tries to sidestep, but Katie stands beside her.
Meghan Morrison: “Did you just tell me to calm my tits? Roy, what the heck are you talking about? They are calm. I mean, I understand if I were running on a treadmill without a bra on and-“
Katie Walker: “We get it, Meghan. The point it, Roy, don’t use that kind of expression. It’s rude.”
Roy Speede: “But-“
Meghan cuts him off.
Meghan Morrison: “No buts, Roy. Don’t do it.”
Meghan slaps him in the face, and he oversells the slap, spinning in a circle and then falling onto his back, surprisingly not onto anything on the rather full gym floor. Katie gives Meghan a glare, and Meghan sighs, shaking her head. They reach down and help him up.
Katie Walker: “And stop being such a drama king, Roy. Sure, you’re going into a big match. We get it. Don’t be such a pompous little jerk about it all the time.”
Roy Speede: “Whatever, guys. Just so you know, this isn’t going to be nearly as long a blog post either; just an update.”
Meghan Morrison: “Whatever! Get on it!”
Roy walks out of the weight room mumbling to himself, and down the hall, with the girls following behind him. He stops and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a card-style room key with which he unlocks the door and steps inside, the girls still following close behind. He walks over to the far bed and reaches into a navy backpack, pulling out a laptop. He opens it and sighs as he looks over his shoulder to see the two girls sitting down on the other bed, both waiting and watching.
Roy Speede: “You know, it’s not that easy to write a blog post with you watching over my shoulder like that.”
Meghan Morrison: “Sorry about that.”
She sighs and turns on the television, and the attention of the two young ladies turns to the television as Roy swings one leg up onto the bed before tucking it under his other, and sets the laptop on the bed, tilted up toward him, and starts to type. The following is a post on the official blog of Roy Speede.
So I almost wasn’t planning on writing a blog post this week, but after a bit of persuasion from Meghan and Katie, I’ve decided to post something after all, and while it’ll probably be quite a bit shorter than usual, let me assure you that it will feature that Roy Speede quality blogging you’ve come to know and love. I’ll go ahead and start with a Question from the Readers. This week, Erin from Salem, Oregon writes...
Roy, when you’re in the ring, what sort of things are you typically thinking about? i’ve always been curious what runs through a wrestler’s mind when he’s in the ring, and I wanted to ask. I know you’ll probably never read my question, even less take the time to answer it, but if you do, thanks!
Now, to answer that question, I’m just going to say that it varies from match to match. A lot of the time in an elite wrestling company like Action Packed Wrestling, one has to stay focused on the match, and as I typically do that here, I don’t even have the time to stop and think about things other than getting the match won and making sure that it’s my name that’s announced as the victor after that bell is rung. However, there have been times in my career when I’ve been matched up against joke wrestlers and given a chance to actually think about what I’m doing and go at my own pace in the ring, and honestly it’s a matter of figuring out what move I want to hit next and what I can do to actually make the match more entertaining for the fans because those joke opponents can’t carry a match, and when you have to do the entire thing by yourself for the most part, you have to make sure the fans aren’t bored to death by your match, so you’ve gotta plan accordingly. One way or another, I tend to be focused on the match as opposed to my mind wandering too much. Hope that answers your question!
Moving on, I’ve been scheduled to compete in my first match without a tag team partner this week, and it’s a match that could win me a shot at the North American Championship. The problem is, however, that I’m being put into a match where I’ve got three opponents, and the match itself is an elimination match. It makes me think because one way or another, I know that I’ve got three opponents to worry about this week, and out of those three, I don’t know who I need to take seriously and who might just be one of those joke opponents whom I mentioned earlier in this edition of my blog. Not only that, but I have to keep watching my back every single second of the match because I can never be sure when someone might sneak in at the last moment and turn their attention toward me to try to hit me with some devastating move while I’m not looking, or even do something as simple as rolling me up from behind in a schoolboy pin. It is, honestly, a pretty treacherous situation for me, and I know that I can’t even take those ‘joke’ opponents lightly in a situation like this because any second could be three slaps of the mat away from my last if I make a mistake.
To start off with, I’ve got to bring up the other male in this match; William Black is a man whom I’ve never faced before, and honestly a man who, from the sound of things, might actually be someone to consider a worthy opponent. After all, if he’s really undefeated in this company, then by all means he should be able to do better than just merely being another tally on my own undefeated streak, correct? Wrong. I’m confident with the fact that William Black has gotten this far on a mixture of luck and bad booking. Tell me now, who has he faced that’s made any significant impact in this company during his career? No, really, I’ll wait for someone to name anybody who matters that he’s defeated... Oh wait, you can’t. Not to mention the fact that one of those wins was when my homeboy D-Day carried the entirety of his team through the match, made the entirety of the difference in the match, and ended up getting the pin for him, giving him one of those “wins” on his record that would otherwise be stained with a blemish, and be fast approaching the second blemish in the form of yours truly.
Moving on from someone whom I’ve never faced before to a competitor whom I’ve faced only once in my career, we find ourselves face to face with Amy Zing, a girl who was a part of the team D-Day and I defeated in the first round of the Tag Team Titles Tournament, or 4T, as I’ll probably refer to it from here on out. Again, I’m surprised she didn’t take my advice and switch to being a bra model after the beating she and her partner Nick Watson took, partially at my hands. She’s only proven that those tatas can take quite the beating and still bounce back, and that’s what she’s going to have to do if she wants even so much as a chance at beating anyone in this match, let alone me. But breast jokes aside, I’ll give the woman credit for not only losing to D-Day and I and showing her face in the wrestling world again, but actually accepting another match with me and taking the chance to face me again, knowing that a nearly identical fate could befall her at my hands as what happened in the 4T, and some say she might even show up for this match, knowing what will be the result. I can’t pinpoint whether it’s stupidity or courage, but she’s going to get hurt, and it’s not going to be my fault when one of those artificial fun balloons of hers pops and she runs home crying.
And then... Oh, and then comes my favorite opponent of them all so far in one ‘Perfect Ten’ Kaylyn James Evans. If I haven’t faced this girl enough as allies or as enemies to know her like the back of my own hand, I don’t know how many matches one should have with an opponent to achieve exactly that. Hell, looking back to a time when I actually dated Kaylyn James Evans, I can honestly say that I’m going to love getting a chance to beat that stupid girl senseless in the middle of a wrestling ring again, one because I don’t believe in the actions of Orenthal James ‘OJ’ Simpson, and two because it’s the renewal of one of the greatest rivalries I’ve ever had in the wrestling world. While I’d love to sit and talk about how I always came out on top and how she was always the one to be defeated at my hands, I can safely say that it wasn’t the case, and that this time, it will be different; this time, it will be. She slept with half the roster of that old Indy Company way back when behind my back, and now the little whore known simply by the initials KJE will have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide when she gets back into the ring with me; oh, how sweet the vengeance will be when it comes to facing Kaylyn again. And don’t worry a bit about my new girl getting jealous, Kaykay. She knows that nothing inappropriate will happen between us. It’ll be just you, me, and a three-count on that mat with ‘Sweet Revenge’ written in fine cursive in your blood, and my name signed right beneath it.
That’s all the time I have to write for you all this week, but tune in again soon, and don’t forget to watch me beat the crud out of these three Monday evening, live on Meltdown! CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
Roy hits the enter key and closes the laptop, and the girls’ heads turn, their eyes darting over to him.
Katie Walker: “So, did you get that blog post done?”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, I got it done.”
Meghan Morrison: “All of it? Even the viewer mail?”
Roy Speede: “Yes, I got it all done! I wouldn’t lie to you, now would I?”
The two just glare at him.
Roy Speede: “The answer is supposed to be a confident, ‘No, Roy’! ugh, sometimes I don’t get you two...”
Katie Walker: “We’re girls, Roy. If you understood everything about us, we’d scream, run away, and never look back.”
Roy cocks his head to one side.
Meghan Morrison: “She’s joking! Now come on, Roy! Get a shirt on and let’s go! I’m starving!”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, come on!”
Roy Speede: “Fine, fine, whatever you say. Let’s just get going.”
Roy sighs, shakes his head, and opens the dresser for a shirt as the scene fades to black.
Roy Speede is in the weight room, flat on his back on the bench with the bar in his hands and a large weight on each side of the bar. Standing by his head, one on each side, are his best friend, Katie Walker, and his girlfriend, Meghan Morrison. The scene continues through a few reps before Roy racks the bar, the two women stabilizing the bar to assist him, and after a moment he sits up.
Roy Speede: “Okay, I’m taking two minutes to breathe, and then I’m adding another twenty pounds.”
Meghan Morrison: “Are you sure you want to push yourself like this? I mean, last week you were sitting at the computer typing a blog post to prep for your match. This is a big difference for you.”
Roy Speede: “Yeah I’m sure. Last week’s match was somewhat of a wakeup call for me. I didn’t even get to tag in my partner, and I’ve got to be ready for an onslaught if I have to deal with multiple opponents like I do this week.”
Katie Walker: “And because you’re freaking out about not getting D-Day into a match against those losers in Envikado, you’re pushing yourself to the limit for a match that isn’t even related to the tag team, and letting your blog fall apart?”
Roy Speede: “No, that’s not it at all. I’m just a bit more concerned about actually making a name for myself, and the tag team titles aren’t going to show my strengths and abilities as a singles wrestler. I mean, for the love of god, this is the first singles match I’m wrestling with the APW, and it’s a match that could win me a shot at the North American Championship.”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, against not only your tag team partner, but two other top talents on Meltdown on top of all that.”
Roy Speede: “And I’m not a top talent on Meltdown? Katie, I’m on fire right now. I’m three and oh, and I’m not stopping until I hit three hundred and oh.”
Meghan Morrison: “That still doesn’t explain why you’re planning to skip out on writing a blog post this week. Don’t you think your fans will miss that?”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, and didn’t you say you wouldn’t release any videos on your blog because of that incident last week?”
Roy Speede: “This isn’t going anywhere near my blog. This is going on the air as an APW broadcast; my blog has nothing to do with it. I want the world to recognize my face and my voice and have every last thing about me synonymous with greatness and glory, not just my blog posts. If that means recording a video for the APW guys to send out, you best believe that is exactly what I intend to do.”
Meghan Morrison: “So you’re recording it now, while you’re drenched in sweat, shirtless, and halfway out of breath from doing the bench press?”
Roy Speede: “I didn’t say the video was exactly a smart idea, I’m saying it’s what I plan to do. Now are you going to help me with this thing or not?”
Katie Walker: “Calm down, Roy! We’re not yelling at you or getting all up in your face over this thing, now are we?”
Roy Speede: “Yelling? Who’s yelling? I’m not yelling one bit, Katie. I’m calm. I’m cool. I’m as chill as chill can be; you guys are the ones blowing this thing out of proportion. So I’m not doing a blog post this week. Oh well! It’s not like I really truly need to do any sort of blog post every single freaking week, is it?”
Meghan Morrison: “Well, when people expect there to be a blog post every week, it looks bad when you don’t post one.”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, like when an old person gets used to a letter or a phone call every week from his or her son or daughter and then those letters or phone calls stop coming. It’s really a heartbreaker, you know.”
Roy Speede: “Alright! Alright already! I’ll write one after this! I just want to get ready for this match before I run out of time to work out.”
Meghan Morrison: “So you’d rather post that blog post late at night and people read it tomorrow than take a twenty minute break from working out and write it now?”
Roy Speede: “They’ll read it when they read it, Megs. Stopping and cooling down and then trying to start training all over again is going to be torture, especially if it’s just a break for like fifteen minutes to write a blog post. I want to get back to work already!”
Katie Walker: “Roy, seriously... Just relax for a minute or two. Write your blog post, and when you’re done with that, we’ll get something to eat, and then after dinner we can get back into the weight room and hit the bar some more. Sound like a plan?”
Roy Speede: “Katie, I want to WORK OUT, not write for an hour, and not eat.”
Meghan Morrison: “That’s a shame, too, because I could really go for a good hamburger. If he really doesn’t want to go, we could just go to Five Guys without him?”
Katie Walker: “Hmm... You know, I think I could do that. After all, Roy seems to be way to busy worried about his training for a meal.”
Roy Speede: “Now, hold up just one minute. Nobody ever mentioned anything about Five Guys Burgers and Fries being a part of the deal.”
Meghan Morrison: “Oh, so you do want to join us then? I’m sorry, Roy, but it looks like you’ve still got a blog post to write.”
Katie Walker: “Yeah. I mean, I suppose we could wait a half an hour, but if he’s just going to sit there and burn all that time working out, then wouldn’t it just be a waste?”
Meghan Morrison: “Yeah, it really would... Hmm, you think we should wait for him?”
Katie Walker: “I dunno, Meghan. It looks like he’s pretty busy lifting weights like a meathead to me.”
Roy Speede: “Fine, fine, I get it! Write the blog post! I’m going to go do that in just a minute.”
Katie Walker: “So you’re going to take our advice?”
Meghan Morrison: “There’s a first.”
Roy Speede: “Hey, I’m going! I’m going! Quiet down, or maybe I’ll change my mind and hide your car keys instead.”
Meghan Morrison: “You wouldn’t dare! I mean, I bet you would, but don’t you do it!”
Roy Speede: “I won’t, just calm your tits, woman!”
Roy stands up, and as he takes a step toward the door, Meghan steps in front of him. He tries to sidestep, but Katie stands beside her.
Meghan Morrison: “Did you just tell me to calm my tits? Roy, what the heck are you talking about? They are calm. I mean, I understand if I were running on a treadmill without a bra on and-“
Katie Walker: “We get it, Meghan. The point it, Roy, don’t use that kind of expression. It’s rude.”
Roy Speede: “But-“
Meghan cuts him off.
Meghan Morrison: “No buts, Roy. Don’t do it.”
Meghan slaps him in the face, and he oversells the slap, spinning in a circle and then falling onto his back, surprisingly not onto anything on the rather full gym floor. Katie gives Meghan a glare, and Meghan sighs, shaking her head. They reach down and help him up.
Katie Walker: “And stop being such a drama king, Roy. Sure, you’re going into a big match. We get it. Don’t be such a pompous little jerk about it all the time.”
Roy Speede: “Whatever, guys. Just so you know, this isn’t going to be nearly as long a blog post either; just an update.”
Meghan Morrison: “Whatever! Get on it!”
Roy walks out of the weight room mumbling to himself, and down the hall, with the girls following behind him. He stops and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a card-style room key with which he unlocks the door and steps inside, the girls still following close behind. He walks over to the far bed and reaches into a navy backpack, pulling out a laptop. He opens it and sighs as he looks over his shoulder to see the two girls sitting down on the other bed, both waiting and watching.
Roy Speede: “You know, it’s not that easy to write a blog post with you watching over my shoulder like that.”
Meghan Morrison: “Sorry about that.”
She sighs and turns on the television, and the attention of the two young ladies turns to the television as Roy swings one leg up onto the bed before tucking it under his other, and sets the laptop on the bed, tilted up toward him, and starts to type. The following is a post on the official blog of Roy Speede.
So I almost wasn’t planning on writing a blog post this week, but after a bit of persuasion from Meghan and Katie, I’ve decided to post something after all, and while it’ll probably be quite a bit shorter than usual, let me assure you that it will feature that Roy Speede quality blogging you’ve come to know and love. I’ll go ahead and start with a Question from the Readers. This week, Erin from Salem, Oregon writes...
Roy, when you’re in the ring, what sort of things are you typically thinking about? i’ve always been curious what runs through a wrestler’s mind when he’s in the ring, and I wanted to ask. I know you’ll probably never read my question, even less take the time to answer it, but if you do, thanks!
~Erin
Now, to answer that question, I’m just going to say that it varies from match to match. A lot of the time in an elite wrestling company like Action Packed Wrestling, one has to stay focused on the match, and as I typically do that here, I don’t even have the time to stop and think about things other than getting the match won and making sure that it’s my name that’s announced as the victor after that bell is rung. However, there have been times in my career when I’ve been matched up against joke wrestlers and given a chance to actually think about what I’m doing and go at my own pace in the ring, and honestly it’s a matter of figuring out what move I want to hit next and what I can do to actually make the match more entertaining for the fans because those joke opponents can’t carry a match, and when you have to do the entire thing by yourself for the most part, you have to make sure the fans aren’t bored to death by your match, so you’ve gotta plan accordingly. One way or another, I tend to be focused on the match as opposed to my mind wandering too much. Hope that answers your question!
Moving on, I’ve been scheduled to compete in my first match without a tag team partner this week, and it’s a match that could win me a shot at the North American Championship. The problem is, however, that I’m being put into a match where I’ve got three opponents, and the match itself is an elimination match. It makes me think because one way or another, I know that I’ve got three opponents to worry about this week, and out of those three, I don’t know who I need to take seriously and who might just be one of those joke opponents whom I mentioned earlier in this edition of my blog. Not only that, but I have to keep watching my back every single second of the match because I can never be sure when someone might sneak in at the last moment and turn their attention toward me to try to hit me with some devastating move while I’m not looking, or even do something as simple as rolling me up from behind in a schoolboy pin. It is, honestly, a pretty treacherous situation for me, and I know that I can’t even take those ‘joke’ opponents lightly in a situation like this because any second could be three slaps of the mat away from my last if I make a mistake.
To start off with, I’ve got to bring up the other male in this match; William Black is a man whom I’ve never faced before, and honestly a man who, from the sound of things, might actually be someone to consider a worthy opponent. After all, if he’s really undefeated in this company, then by all means he should be able to do better than just merely being another tally on my own undefeated streak, correct? Wrong. I’m confident with the fact that William Black has gotten this far on a mixture of luck and bad booking. Tell me now, who has he faced that’s made any significant impact in this company during his career? No, really, I’ll wait for someone to name anybody who matters that he’s defeated... Oh wait, you can’t. Not to mention the fact that one of those wins was when my homeboy D-Day carried the entirety of his team through the match, made the entirety of the difference in the match, and ended up getting the pin for him, giving him one of those “wins” on his record that would otherwise be stained with a blemish, and be fast approaching the second blemish in the form of yours truly.
Moving on from someone whom I’ve never faced before to a competitor whom I’ve faced only once in my career, we find ourselves face to face with Amy Zing, a girl who was a part of the team D-Day and I defeated in the first round of the Tag Team Titles Tournament, or 4T, as I’ll probably refer to it from here on out. Again, I’m surprised she didn’t take my advice and switch to being a bra model after the beating she and her partner Nick Watson took, partially at my hands. She’s only proven that those tatas can take quite the beating and still bounce back, and that’s what she’s going to have to do if she wants even so much as a chance at beating anyone in this match, let alone me. But breast jokes aside, I’ll give the woman credit for not only losing to D-Day and I and showing her face in the wrestling world again, but actually accepting another match with me and taking the chance to face me again, knowing that a nearly identical fate could befall her at my hands as what happened in the 4T, and some say she might even show up for this match, knowing what will be the result. I can’t pinpoint whether it’s stupidity or courage, but she’s going to get hurt, and it’s not going to be my fault when one of those artificial fun balloons of hers pops and she runs home crying.
And then... Oh, and then comes my favorite opponent of them all so far in one ‘Perfect Ten’ Kaylyn James Evans. If I haven’t faced this girl enough as allies or as enemies to know her like the back of my own hand, I don’t know how many matches one should have with an opponent to achieve exactly that. Hell, looking back to a time when I actually dated Kaylyn James Evans, I can honestly say that I’m going to love getting a chance to beat that stupid girl senseless in the middle of a wrestling ring again, one because I don’t believe in the actions of Orenthal James ‘OJ’ Simpson, and two because it’s the renewal of one of the greatest rivalries I’ve ever had in the wrestling world. While I’d love to sit and talk about how I always came out on top and how she was always the one to be defeated at my hands, I can safely say that it wasn’t the case, and that this time, it will be different; this time, it will be. She slept with half the roster of that old Indy Company way back when behind my back, and now the little whore known simply by the initials KJE will have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide when she gets back into the ring with me; oh, how sweet the vengeance will be when it comes to facing Kaylyn again. And don’t worry a bit about my new girl getting jealous, Kaykay. She knows that nothing inappropriate will happen between us. It’ll be just you, me, and a three-count on that mat with ‘Sweet Revenge’ written in fine cursive in your blood, and my name signed right beneath it.
That’s all the time I have to write for you all this week, but tune in again soon, and don’t forget to watch me beat the crud out of these three Monday evening, live on Meltdown! CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
Roy hits the enter key and closes the laptop, and the girls’ heads turn, their eyes darting over to him.
Katie Walker: “So, did you get that blog post done?”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, I got it done.”
Meghan Morrison: “All of it? Even the viewer mail?”
Roy Speede: “Yes, I got it all done! I wouldn’t lie to you, now would I?”
The two just glare at him.
Roy Speede: “The answer is supposed to be a confident, ‘No, Roy’! ugh, sometimes I don’t get you two...”
Katie Walker: “We’re girls, Roy. If you understood everything about us, we’d scream, run away, and never look back.”
Roy cocks his head to one side.
Meghan Morrison: “She’s joking! Now come on, Roy! Get a shirt on and let’s go! I’m starving!”
Katie Walker: “Yeah, come on!”
Roy Speede: “Fine, fine, whatever you say. Let’s just get going.”
Roy sighs, shakes his head, and opens the dresser for a shirt as the scene fades to black.
