Post by Hayley Hitch on Jun 4, 2011 23:03:23 GMT -4
Roxy Rayner was finally making her much antipated APW debut on Asylum. The weeks had been passing by slowly for Roxy as she waited for the pay per view to get over with and for an actual challenge for herself to show up. Then she was assigned her first match, her first challenger or maybe her first victim. Roxy was cold, cruel and efficient inside the ring and she planned on showing all three of those traits come Asylum. Roxy didn't even care who she was going to fight either just that they booked her. Once she found out who she was fighting thought things got even sweeter for Rayner. She was up against a girl people loved to cheer for a girl who had her own weird style and personality. A girl named Rachel Cole.
Roxy was standing outside the arena, she hated doing promos inside like everyone else. She had a cigarette in hand and was lighting it up as she waited for the camera guys to set-up the lights and the camera for the quick promo she was going to give. She nodded her head at one of the guys setting up as she held up her lighter which all the sudden wasn't working too well for her. She raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged at her almost as if he didn't know what she was asking for.
ROXY RAYNER: Do any of you fuckers have a lighter?
They all shook their heads and Roxy rolled her eyes as she tucked her cigarette behind her ear. Maybe it was good to be annoyed before she had to talk about this Rachel Cole bitch.
JASON KASH: You need a light?
Roxy glanced over and noticed Jason Kash standing there. He was the Tap Out Champ on Asylum and thought it was cute to call himself the Bad Influence. If he had a lighter she knew she could ignore the nickname.
ROXY RAYNER: Please… Fuck. These morons act like I'm going to stab them to death when all I want is a damn light.
JASON KASH: Yeah, they are scared easily though. They think all of us are going to use them as an example for our opponents or something. It puts some fear into them I think.
ROXY RAYNER: I'll put more then fear into them. I'll shove my damn boot so far up their ass they'll need to swallow shoe polish to keep my shit clean.
JASON KASH: Damn girl. I might actually be scared to give you a light now too.
ROXY RAYNER: Don't you fucking joke about that.
Roxy pulled the cigarette out from behind her ear and put it in her mouth, leaning forward as Jason Kash leaned in and sparked the lighter to life.
ROXY RAYNER: Thanks.
JASON KASH: No problem. You excited about your first match on Asylum this week?
ROXY RAYNER: Excited? What do I look like to you? A damn retarded two year old who wets her pants over the idea of going to Disney World? I don't get excited over this crap. What I do is enjoy it while it lasts and with the kind of opponent they are throwing at me I have a feeling it won't be lasting too long. Until I get in that ring and I can see the fear in that little cunt's face I don't really give a damn.
JASON KASH: More of a live for the moment kind of girl?
ROXY RAYNER: I guess you could say that if you like stupid cliches.
Jason laughed a bit as he pulled out a joint from the pocket of his jeans.
JASON KASH: You don't mind, do you?
ROXY RAYNER: I only mind if you don't share.
JASON KASH: Ha! Don't worry about that, babe. I'm always willing to share with a fine ass girl like yourself.
ROXY RAYNER: Was that your attempt at flirting?
JASON KASH: Didn't work, huh?
ROXY RAYNER: Not at all… Give me a hit of that joint though and your cheesy lines may sound a whole lot better.
Once again Jason couldn't help but laugh at Roxy's hard ass attitude. He took a few puffs from his joint before passing it over to Roxy who exhaled some smoke and then took the joint.
JASON KASH: A girl after my own heart.
ROXY RAYNER: Nope… Cheap lines still make you sound like a jackass.
JASON KASH: I'm gonna have to get you a whole of a hell more high I'm guessing. I'll take it as a personal challenge.
ROXY RAYNER: You got a good challenge already this week with Vaughn so you probably shouldn't worry about me right now.
JASON KASH: Tyler Vaughn? Oh yeah… I think I heard you two were a team or something.
ROXY RAYNER: Something… We've known each other a long time. I probably would have nothing to do with the dickface unless we didn't have history. I'm kind of stuck with him right now though. You gotta have someone to watch your back in this business.
JASON KASH: Too true… I would watch your back for hours if you wanted. How was that one?
ROXY RAYNER: It was a bit more charming but still I want to kick you in the face more then suck your dick.
JASON KASH: Ouch. You are one tough cookie to crack, Roxy. Do I even have a chance or am I wasting my breath.
ROXY RAYNER: Let me get another hit of that thing.
Roxy took the joint again and smirked as she took another drag from it before handing it back.
JASON KASH: So?
ROXY RAYNER: You may have a chance. Get me drunk and then get me high and we'll see or just find me when I'm in the mood to fuck. I'm usually pretty horny after a match and if Rachel Cole is as much of a bimbo flake as I think she is then I'll have a lot of extra energy I'll be looking to let out.
JASON KASH: Really? I'll do my best to remember that. I wish I had a damn recorder so I could make a note of that. I smoke so much weed my memory kind of stinks at times.
ROXY RAYNER: You don't remember then you always have your hand and a old sock to keep you company or that Shane Borderland dude. He seems a bit queer to me.
JASON KASH: You think Shane is gay?
ROXY RAYNER: Yeah, big time. He loves cock I bet.
JASON KASH: Haha! I can't wait to tell him that.
ROXY RAYNER: The way you two are always buddy buddy around each other I thought it was a mutual thing. Like you team together, you party together and then you have a circle jerk together.
JASON KASH: I ain't like that, babe. No way. I'm all about the ladies but Shane may be going the other way. You can ask him yourself.
ROXY RAYNER: I don't really care enough to bother.
Roxy took the joint out of his hand again and took another hit from it. He watched on a bit impressed and maybe a bit turned on? Roxy just liked the free weed though and if some dude wanted to hit on her while she smoked she wasn't going to fight him. Plus he was kind of cute in a weird way too but she would never tell him that.
JASON KASH: Don't smoke it all.
ROXY RAYNER: You've got plenty I'm sure.
JASON KASH: Yeah… I do. You can have all you want. If you are actually looking for some you can always drop by my locker room. I have good prices.
ROXY RAYNER: Can I just show you my tits to get some?
JASON KASH: Uh… Hell yes!
ROXY RAYNER: Works for me then. Now get the hell outta here I have to do this stupid promo about Rachel Cole and I don't want your dumb ass on screen with me.
JASON KASH: Yikes. I'll see you around.
ROXY RAYNER: Get!
Jason held up his hands a bit intimidated and amused as he hurried off back towards the entrance to the building. Roxy watched him go before she looked down at the camera guys.
ROXY RAYNER: You fuckers ready?
They held up their finger a second and then plugged something in and the lights were finally up, shining bright in Roxy's face. She saw the light flash on telling her that the cameras were rolling. She took a drag of her cigarette, ready to talk smack.
ROXY RAYNER: The Cult Classic, huh? That is what they call this little bitch they are making me face I hear. The Cult Classic. Really? I mean do you think there are some weird fans watching you that love you while the rest of the world doesn't give a fuck or something? That is what a cult classic is, honey. Nobody cares or bothers to learn about it besides a select few nerds. So you aren't popular but you have a few fans who think you are neat, right? Nobody cares about those kinds of movies or you though in reality. Cult Classic is just a way for people to justify something that really isn't very good. But maybe that is why you call yourself that though, Rachel. Maybe you know you just aren't very good. You are like a B-Movie that people make fun of but they still love it because they kind of feel bad for it. Do people feel bad for you, Rachel? I have a feeling they do. They see you try as hard as you can using what you were given but like a bad movie it just doesn't all come together and you end up being a joke.
You being a joke seems kind of obvious though. I mean either you are pathetic or you are some kind of hipster asshole who needs to die. I much rather you be pathetic then a hipster honestly. But you've got your little colored hair and your goofy clothing. You are so quirky and cute, right? It makes me want to puke, Cole. You ain't shit but a sad little girl who is desperate for attention. Coloring your hair won't make you prettier and it won't make anyone care about you. Nobody gives a crap about trash like you.
Now I'm sure you think I'm going to say about how much better I am or something but I'm not going to. People don't give a shit about me either. In fact most people hate my guts because I just call things how I see them and it gets on their nerves. I'm not the best technical wrestler, I'm far from the prettiest wrestler and the fans hate my guts. It works for me though because I can admit my faults. I don't need a stupid nickname either. People call me bitch, call me whore or they call me a cunt but I don't need some stupid name next to mine on the card to try to make myself more then I really am. All I need is right in front of you Rachel and on Asylum you'll see first hand that inside those ropes that is all I need. I can break you down, break you apart and I can make you wish you were never born without feeling any mercy, any remorse or any regret. I'm not here to play nice and I'm not here to attempt to look cute like you do. I'm here to hurt people and win. That is it.
Try to stop me, Rachel. Try to prove me wrong that you are a worthless pile of trashn. I doubt you have what it takes, Rachel. You're just a desperate little hipster bitch who wants some attention. Come Asylum you'll have attention though. You'll have my full attention until the moment your body can't take it anymore. Then I'll leave you staring up at those pretty lights in a daze.. I'll see you on Asylum, Cunt Classic.
Roxy took a final drag from her cigarette and flicked it at the camera lens and she turned to walk out of their blinding lights and vacant stares. She really didn't care about the crew. Roxy pushed the doors open, heading back inside. Soon thought it would be time for Asylum and her chance to show the world what she was all about.
Roxy was standing outside the arena, she hated doing promos inside like everyone else. She had a cigarette in hand and was lighting it up as she waited for the camera guys to set-up the lights and the camera for the quick promo she was going to give. She nodded her head at one of the guys setting up as she held up her lighter which all the sudden wasn't working too well for her. She raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged at her almost as if he didn't know what she was asking for.
ROXY RAYNER: Do any of you fuckers have a lighter?
They all shook their heads and Roxy rolled her eyes as she tucked her cigarette behind her ear. Maybe it was good to be annoyed before she had to talk about this Rachel Cole bitch.
JASON KASH: You need a light?
Roxy glanced over and noticed Jason Kash standing there. He was the Tap Out Champ on Asylum and thought it was cute to call himself the Bad Influence. If he had a lighter she knew she could ignore the nickname.
ROXY RAYNER: Please… Fuck. These morons act like I'm going to stab them to death when all I want is a damn light.
JASON KASH: Yeah, they are scared easily though. They think all of us are going to use them as an example for our opponents or something. It puts some fear into them I think.
ROXY RAYNER: I'll put more then fear into them. I'll shove my damn boot so far up their ass they'll need to swallow shoe polish to keep my shit clean.
JASON KASH: Damn girl. I might actually be scared to give you a light now too.
ROXY RAYNER: Don't you fucking joke about that.
Roxy pulled the cigarette out from behind her ear and put it in her mouth, leaning forward as Jason Kash leaned in and sparked the lighter to life.
ROXY RAYNER: Thanks.
JASON KASH: No problem. You excited about your first match on Asylum this week?
ROXY RAYNER: Excited? What do I look like to you? A damn retarded two year old who wets her pants over the idea of going to Disney World? I don't get excited over this crap. What I do is enjoy it while it lasts and with the kind of opponent they are throwing at me I have a feeling it won't be lasting too long. Until I get in that ring and I can see the fear in that little cunt's face I don't really give a damn.
JASON KASH: More of a live for the moment kind of girl?
ROXY RAYNER: I guess you could say that if you like stupid cliches.
Jason laughed a bit as he pulled out a joint from the pocket of his jeans.
JASON KASH: You don't mind, do you?
ROXY RAYNER: I only mind if you don't share.
JASON KASH: Ha! Don't worry about that, babe. I'm always willing to share with a fine ass girl like yourself.
ROXY RAYNER: Was that your attempt at flirting?
JASON KASH: Didn't work, huh?
ROXY RAYNER: Not at all… Give me a hit of that joint though and your cheesy lines may sound a whole lot better.
Once again Jason couldn't help but laugh at Roxy's hard ass attitude. He took a few puffs from his joint before passing it over to Roxy who exhaled some smoke and then took the joint.
JASON KASH: A girl after my own heart.
ROXY RAYNER: Nope… Cheap lines still make you sound like a jackass.
JASON KASH: I'm gonna have to get you a whole of a hell more high I'm guessing. I'll take it as a personal challenge.
ROXY RAYNER: You got a good challenge already this week with Vaughn so you probably shouldn't worry about me right now.
JASON KASH: Tyler Vaughn? Oh yeah… I think I heard you two were a team or something.
ROXY RAYNER: Something… We've known each other a long time. I probably would have nothing to do with the dickface unless we didn't have history. I'm kind of stuck with him right now though. You gotta have someone to watch your back in this business.
JASON KASH: Too true… I would watch your back for hours if you wanted. How was that one?
ROXY RAYNER: It was a bit more charming but still I want to kick you in the face more then suck your dick.
JASON KASH: Ouch. You are one tough cookie to crack, Roxy. Do I even have a chance or am I wasting my breath.
ROXY RAYNER: Let me get another hit of that thing.
Roxy took the joint again and smirked as she took another drag from it before handing it back.
JASON KASH: So?
ROXY RAYNER: You may have a chance. Get me drunk and then get me high and we'll see or just find me when I'm in the mood to fuck. I'm usually pretty horny after a match and if Rachel Cole is as much of a bimbo flake as I think she is then I'll have a lot of extra energy I'll be looking to let out.
JASON KASH: Really? I'll do my best to remember that. I wish I had a damn recorder so I could make a note of that. I smoke so much weed my memory kind of stinks at times.
ROXY RAYNER: You don't remember then you always have your hand and a old sock to keep you company or that Shane Borderland dude. He seems a bit queer to me.
JASON KASH: You think Shane is gay?
ROXY RAYNER: Yeah, big time. He loves cock I bet.
JASON KASH: Haha! I can't wait to tell him that.
ROXY RAYNER: The way you two are always buddy buddy around each other I thought it was a mutual thing. Like you team together, you party together and then you have a circle jerk together.
JASON KASH: I ain't like that, babe. No way. I'm all about the ladies but Shane may be going the other way. You can ask him yourself.
ROXY RAYNER: I don't really care enough to bother.
Roxy took the joint out of his hand again and took another hit from it. He watched on a bit impressed and maybe a bit turned on? Roxy just liked the free weed though and if some dude wanted to hit on her while she smoked she wasn't going to fight him. Plus he was kind of cute in a weird way too but she would never tell him that.
JASON KASH: Don't smoke it all.
ROXY RAYNER: You've got plenty I'm sure.
JASON KASH: Yeah… I do. You can have all you want. If you are actually looking for some you can always drop by my locker room. I have good prices.
ROXY RAYNER: Can I just show you my tits to get some?
JASON KASH: Uh… Hell yes!
ROXY RAYNER: Works for me then. Now get the hell outta here I have to do this stupid promo about Rachel Cole and I don't want your dumb ass on screen with me.
JASON KASH: Yikes. I'll see you around.
ROXY RAYNER: Get!
Jason held up his hands a bit intimidated and amused as he hurried off back towards the entrance to the building. Roxy watched him go before she looked down at the camera guys.
ROXY RAYNER: You fuckers ready?
They held up their finger a second and then plugged something in and the lights were finally up, shining bright in Roxy's face. She saw the light flash on telling her that the cameras were rolling. She took a drag of her cigarette, ready to talk smack.
ROXY RAYNER: The Cult Classic, huh? That is what they call this little bitch they are making me face I hear. The Cult Classic. Really? I mean do you think there are some weird fans watching you that love you while the rest of the world doesn't give a fuck or something? That is what a cult classic is, honey. Nobody cares or bothers to learn about it besides a select few nerds. So you aren't popular but you have a few fans who think you are neat, right? Nobody cares about those kinds of movies or you though in reality. Cult Classic is just a way for people to justify something that really isn't very good. But maybe that is why you call yourself that though, Rachel. Maybe you know you just aren't very good. You are like a B-Movie that people make fun of but they still love it because they kind of feel bad for it. Do people feel bad for you, Rachel? I have a feeling they do. They see you try as hard as you can using what you were given but like a bad movie it just doesn't all come together and you end up being a joke.
You being a joke seems kind of obvious though. I mean either you are pathetic or you are some kind of hipster asshole who needs to die. I much rather you be pathetic then a hipster honestly. But you've got your little colored hair and your goofy clothing. You are so quirky and cute, right? It makes me want to puke, Cole. You ain't shit but a sad little girl who is desperate for attention. Coloring your hair won't make you prettier and it won't make anyone care about you. Nobody gives a crap about trash like you.
Now I'm sure you think I'm going to say about how much better I am or something but I'm not going to. People don't give a shit about me either. In fact most people hate my guts because I just call things how I see them and it gets on their nerves. I'm not the best technical wrestler, I'm far from the prettiest wrestler and the fans hate my guts. It works for me though because I can admit my faults. I don't need a stupid nickname either. People call me bitch, call me whore or they call me a cunt but I don't need some stupid name next to mine on the card to try to make myself more then I really am. All I need is right in front of you Rachel and on Asylum you'll see first hand that inside those ropes that is all I need. I can break you down, break you apart and I can make you wish you were never born without feeling any mercy, any remorse or any regret. I'm not here to play nice and I'm not here to attempt to look cute like you do. I'm here to hurt people and win. That is it.
Try to stop me, Rachel. Try to prove me wrong that you are a worthless pile of trashn. I doubt you have what it takes, Rachel. You're just a desperate little hipster bitch who wants some attention. Come Asylum you'll have attention though. You'll have my full attention until the moment your body can't take it anymore. Then I'll leave you staring up at those pretty lights in a daze.. I'll see you on Asylum, Cunt Classic.
Roxy took a final drag from her cigarette and flicked it at the camera lens and she turned to walk out of their blinding lights and vacant stares. She really didn't care about the crew. Roxy pushed the doors open, heading back inside. Soon thought it would be time for Asylum and her chance to show the world what she was all about.
