Post by Michael Jennings on Nov 13, 2011 21:23:08 GMT -4
11/13/2011
San Diego, California
Afternoon...
The scene opens inside of the LA Fitness Athletic Club in San Diego, California where APW Tap Out Champion Kate Horton and her partner Charles Scripps are standing by after a long training session for their matches this week before taking a break so Kate can talk about her match this week on Asylum.
Horton: This week I have to beat the same man who I defeated to win my championship to begin with. At APW One Night in Hell I kicked his ass and I plan on doing it again. From what I’ve seen this match is going to be more of the same. In fact this week is starting off EXACTLY the same as the last time. First Brown is making horrible jokes at my expense. Then he’s doing name calling like a middle schooler on the playground which is both sad and pathetic. You remind me of someone who has to whine like a bitch when they don’t get their way.
If you would’ve beaten me at One Night in Hell you would be on the television talking smack like you have been doing. Instead you’ve relegated yourself to lame one liners that demean your hard in-ring work with how childish you are when you talk in front of a camera. Are you still smarting from your loss to Charles and your loss to me? I think so due to your comments. I’m wondering how many infantile penis and sex jokes you will make in response to this because THAT’S ALL YOU CAN DO. THAT’S IT! There is nothing else that you can do.
The difference between me and you is that I change with the times while you stay the same. You may be one of the best in-ring workers in this company but on the microphone I kill you. I did hear you talking about breaks. I hope you got your brakes checked because if you didn’t you’re going to speed into a wall just like the last time we faced off in the ring and it’s going to be a car wreck you won’t survive.
A sly smile creeps across her face as she continues.
Horton: I find it interesting that you’re whining now about wearing patriotic colors. Do I look like I care about that?
She stops for a moment to shake her head.
Horton: Hell no. All I care about is doing my thing in the ring. You can call me a persecutor all you want but the fact is that you started all of this. You insulted me with sexist and misogynistic comments yet you are the one being persecuted. Give me a fucking break. You’re the biggest phony in this entire organization and that’s the truth. You’re just like these Occupy Wall Street protestors. When you can’t have your way you whine and cry so that the whole world can hear you. Instead of taking action you decide to talk trash like the sore loser that you are and that sums it up right there. Despite all of your machismo and bravado in the end all you are is a sore loser. That is the crack in your foundation that I’m going to rip into with a jackhammer. I’m not the type of person that lays off an easily noticeable weakness. I am going to expose you to the world just like Marquez exposed Pacquiao to the world last night. He showed the cracks in the armor just like my tag team partner exposed your weaknesses before we faced in the ring. I used what I saw in the match footage to my advantage against you. Last week you had an easy match up. You took the easy road into this match unlike myself. Last week I was in not one but two tag team matches against the Fortunate Sons and the Brothers of Ministry. Both matches my team dominated just like I dominated you at One Night in Hell.
You and everybody else in the wrestling world said that I could never win. They said that you would destroy me. They said that I would tap out. You said that I was nothing more than a woman who shouldn’t be in the same ring with you. You said that there was no way I was going to make you tap out but I did and the fact that you still think that I’m beneath you in this sport and in that ring makes me sick. I’m as good of a wrestler if not better than you are and you know it. After our first match you should know better than to underestimate me. However as I said earlier you keep making the same mistakes. The moment you realize that I am at or above your level is the moment you’ll take me and this match more seriously. That is where you fail.
Johnny, the problem with you is that you are in the same mindset as the first match. In your mind you are still the champion but the reality of the situation is far different. I am the champion going into this match not the challenger. However that hasn’t changed a thing. My resolve has never been stronger. I still have the eye of the tiger just like I did going into our first match up. You’re right, I did mug you but I didn’t steal your belt. What I did was put you in your place, kick your ass, and make you tap out. It’s that simple. All of that bullshit and propaganda that you’re spouting off at the mouth this week is only going to piss me the fuck off just like your sexist comments did before the first match.
She shakes her head in disgust before continuing.
Horton: Streetfighting in this match is a mistake. I’m going to be using the opposite mode of thinking. I am going to the ring to outwrestle you. I am an athlete. I’m not in this match to be treated like a little lady. I’m an athlete and expect to be treated as such. However you still disrespect me every time that you open your mouth so it’s my job to, once again, put you in your place. You may be from the streets but I’m from a lot more classier background than you did. San Diego is a classy place unlike Belfast which is filled with IRA scumbags and street fighting douche bags.
Don’t worry about me having enough in my tank to face you. I wrestled twice last week and am going to do the same thing this week. The Fortunate Sons were pushovers as were the Brothers of Ministry. This week I’m not facing pushovers. I’m facing you and the Red Shield Mafia who are wrestlers that I can respect. Now don’t get me wrong. I only respect your abilities in the ring but not your attitude. Your attitude stinks and that is why the people are not behind you. Now as far as you thinking that I need all the gold well the fact is that I’m not out for titles,I’m out for respect. Those are two different things entirely. So don’t mistake my confidence in my ability for egomaniacy. It’s something called confidence that we both have in common.
Before I continue let’s go over the facts. The first fact is that you may be bigger than me but I beat you. The second fact is that you think you are better than me but the fact is that I beat you so therefore I am better than you and backed it up in the ring. You haven’t backed up jack shit yet everyone has a hard on for you just like they do for Pacquiao. Here in APW I get no respect. I’m an afterthought yet the bottom line is that I’ve been right up there with the best this company has to offer for a long time now yet nobody cares about me. Nobody respects me or my partner and we’re on a mission to make you all eat some crow.
Eating crow is something that you will do yet again. You have yet to beat one of us and you will not beat me this week. The one thing you are right about is you being a basic guy. But like I said that’s your weakness. It’s going to be my pleasure to make you bleed and suffer just like the women you talk about as it relates to being oppressed by men like yourself. Let’s face it, Johnny. You’re a Neanderthal stuck in the modern world. You grunt, you talk like an ape, and you act like a cave man. You’re a hypocrite, too. You talk like I’m a skank yet you fuck prostitutes in bathroom stalls like it’s the eighteen hundreds. You’re a disgrace to your country and to this sport.
I’m glad you’re not intimidated by me which is exactly what I want you to do. I want you to continue living in your little fantasy world where you are the best in this industry. I want you to let your big ego fill your head with a fog of lies. You can talk about my looks all you want but you’re no prize either. Your face looks like my vagina you British douche bag so you have no room to talk at all.
Her face has slowly gotten a scowl on it as she’s been talking. In fact she looks pissed off.
Horton: The only thing that was stolen from you was your dignity and pride. I castrated you like a doctor should have a long time ago to keep your putrid seed from spreading like a disease. I am going to neuter you once and for all which is going to be doing the world a service. Your run to the top was dead after you won your title. Like I said before our first match. Your career here in APW has stalled yet you fail to see it. You’ve stabilized to the point where you will never recover. You will never be anything more than an APW Tap Out Champion and that’s the cold hard truth.
After this week I will still be somebody in this company win, lose, or draw. I’ve been in more matches in the past month than you have your entire APW career which is saying something yet you still doubt me. What a fucking idiot you are. I bet you were dropped on your head when you were a baby or ate paint chips when you were a kid judging by the things you’ve been saying. You sound like someone speaking New-Speak in a George Orwell novel from the sound of your regional dialect.
You can talk about me being short-sighted just going by a name which shows how stupid you are. My goal is to be the best female athlete, not diva, but athlete in the world and you’re nothing but a stepping stone on my way to the top. There is nothing short sighted about what I have in mind about the rest of my career. I am the Joan of Ark of this business. I’m the original trendsetter. I don’t make idle promises and I back up all my tough talk with bad assery in the ring. Come Asylum you’re going to either tap out or pass out. When you pass out they’ll take your seemingly dead corpse to the hospital where you’ll stay until you wake up to realize that you got knocked on your ass by me yet again. Once I’m done with you Brittania is going to sink in a pile of rubble to the bottom of the ocean just like Atlantis. I am going to break you and then I’m going to beat you. I’ll see you in the ring.
The Seagulls walk off screen as the scene fades to black.
San Diego, California
Afternoon...
The scene opens inside of the LA Fitness Athletic Club in San Diego, California where APW Tap Out Champion Kate Horton and her partner Charles Scripps are standing by after a long training session for their matches this week before taking a break so Kate can talk about her match this week on Asylum.
Horton: This week I have to beat the same man who I defeated to win my championship to begin with. At APW One Night in Hell I kicked his ass and I plan on doing it again. From what I’ve seen this match is going to be more of the same. In fact this week is starting off EXACTLY the same as the last time. First Brown is making horrible jokes at my expense. Then he’s doing name calling like a middle schooler on the playground which is both sad and pathetic. You remind me of someone who has to whine like a bitch when they don’t get their way.
If you would’ve beaten me at One Night in Hell you would be on the television talking smack like you have been doing. Instead you’ve relegated yourself to lame one liners that demean your hard in-ring work with how childish you are when you talk in front of a camera. Are you still smarting from your loss to Charles and your loss to me? I think so due to your comments. I’m wondering how many infantile penis and sex jokes you will make in response to this because THAT’S ALL YOU CAN DO. THAT’S IT! There is nothing else that you can do.
The difference between me and you is that I change with the times while you stay the same. You may be one of the best in-ring workers in this company but on the microphone I kill you. I did hear you talking about breaks. I hope you got your brakes checked because if you didn’t you’re going to speed into a wall just like the last time we faced off in the ring and it’s going to be a car wreck you won’t survive.
A sly smile creeps across her face as she continues.
Horton: I find it interesting that you’re whining now about wearing patriotic colors. Do I look like I care about that?
She stops for a moment to shake her head.
Horton: Hell no. All I care about is doing my thing in the ring. You can call me a persecutor all you want but the fact is that you started all of this. You insulted me with sexist and misogynistic comments yet you are the one being persecuted. Give me a fucking break. You’re the biggest phony in this entire organization and that’s the truth. You’re just like these Occupy Wall Street protestors. When you can’t have your way you whine and cry so that the whole world can hear you. Instead of taking action you decide to talk trash like the sore loser that you are and that sums it up right there. Despite all of your machismo and bravado in the end all you are is a sore loser. That is the crack in your foundation that I’m going to rip into with a jackhammer. I’m not the type of person that lays off an easily noticeable weakness. I am going to expose you to the world just like Marquez exposed Pacquiao to the world last night. He showed the cracks in the armor just like my tag team partner exposed your weaknesses before we faced in the ring. I used what I saw in the match footage to my advantage against you. Last week you had an easy match up. You took the easy road into this match unlike myself. Last week I was in not one but two tag team matches against the Fortunate Sons and the Brothers of Ministry. Both matches my team dominated just like I dominated you at One Night in Hell.
You and everybody else in the wrestling world said that I could never win. They said that you would destroy me. They said that I would tap out. You said that I was nothing more than a woman who shouldn’t be in the same ring with you. You said that there was no way I was going to make you tap out but I did and the fact that you still think that I’m beneath you in this sport and in that ring makes me sick. I’m as good of a wrestler if not better than you are and you know it. After our first match you should know better than to underestimate me. However as I said earlier you keep making the same mistakes. The moment you realize that I am at or above your level is the moment you’ll take me and this match more seriously. That is where you fail.
Johnny, the problem with you is that you are in the same mindset as the first match. In your mind you are still the champion but the reality of the situation is far different. I am the champion going into this match not the challenger. However that hasn’t changed a thing. My resolve has never been stronger. I still have the eye of the tiger just like I did going into our first match up. You’re right, I did mug you but I didn’t steal your belt. What I did was put you in your place, kick your ass, and make you tap out. It’s that simple. All of that bullshit and propaganda that you’re spouting off at the mouth this week is only going to piss me the fuck off just like your sexist comments did before the first match.
She shakes her head in disgust before continuing.
Horton: Streetfighting in this match is a mistake. I’m going to be using the opposite mode of thinking. I am going to the ring to outwrestle you. I am an athlete. I’m not in this match to be treated like a little lady. I’m an athlete and expect to be treated as such. However you still disrespect me every time that you open your mouth so it’s my job to, once again, put you in your place. You may be from the streets but I’m from a lot more classier background than you did. San Diego is a classy place unlike Belfast which is filled with IRA scumbags and street fighting douche bags.
Don’t worry about me having enough in my tank to face you. I wrestled twice last week and am going to do the same thing this week. The Fortunate Sons were pushovers as were the Brothers of Ministry. This week I’m not facing pushovers. I’m facing you and the Red Shield Mafia who are wrestlers that I can respect. Now don’t get me wrong. I only respect your abilities in the ring but not your attitude. Your attitude stinks and that is why the people are not behind you. Now as far as you thinking that I need all the gold well the fact is that I’m not out for titles,I’m out for respect. Those are two different things entirely. So don’t mistake my confidence in my ability for egomaniacy. It’s something called confidence that we both have in common.
Before I continue let’s go over the facts. The first fact is that you may be bigger than me but I beat you. The second fact is that you think you are better than me but the fact is that I beat you so therefore I am better than you and backed it up in the ring. You haven’t backed up jack shit yet everyone has a hard on for you just like they do for Pacquiao. Here in APW I get no respect. I’m an afterthought yet the bottom line is that I’ve been right up there with the best this company has to offer for a long time now yet nobody cares about me. Nobody respects me or my partner and we’re on a mission to make you all eat some crow.
Eating crow is something that you will do yet again. You have yet to beat one of us and you will not beat me this week. The one thing you are right about is you being a basic guy. But like I said that’s your weakness. It’s going to be my pleasure to make you bleed and suffer just like the women you talk about as it relates to being oppressed by men like yourself. Let’s face it, Johnny. You’re a Neanderthal stuck in the modern world. You grunt, you talk like an ape, and you act like a cave man. You’re a hypocrite, too. You talk like I’m a skank yet you fuck prostitutes in bathroom stalls like it’s the eighteen hundreds. You’re a disgrace to your country and to this sport.
I’m glad you’re not intimidated by me which is exactly what I want you to do. I want you to continue living in your little fantasy world where you are the best in this industry. I want you to let your big ego fill your head with a fog of lies. You can talk about my looks all you want but you’re no prize either. Your face looks like my vagina you British douche bag so you have no room to talk at all.
Her face has slowly gotten a scowl on it as she’s been talking. In fact she looks pissed off.
Horton: The only thing that was stolen from you was your dignity and pride. I castrated you like a doctor should have a long time ago to keep your putrid seed from spreading like a disease. I am going to neuter you once and for all which is going to be doing the world a service. Your run to the top was dead after you won your title. Like I said before our first match. Your career here in APW has stalled yet you fail to see it. You’ve stabilized to the point where you will never recover. You will never be anything more than an APW Tap Out Champion and that’s the cold hard truth.
After this week I will still be somebody in this company win, lose, or draw. I’ve been in more matches in the past month than you have your entire APW career which is saying something yet you still doubt me. What a fucking idiot you are. I bet you were dropped on your head when you were a baby or ate paint chips when you were a kid judging by the things you’ve been saying. You sound like someone speaking New-Speak in a George Orwell novel from the sound of your regional dialect.
You can talk about me being short-sighted just going by a name which shows how stupid you are. My goal is to be the best female athlete, not diva, but athlete in the world and you’re nothing but a stepping stone on my way to the top. There is nothing short sighted about what I have in mind about the rest of my career. I am the Joan of Ark of this business. I’m the original trendsetter. I don’t make idle promises and I back up all my tough talk with bad assery in the ring. Come Asylum you’re going to either tap out or pass out. When you pass out they’ll take your seemingly dead corpse to the hospital where you’ll stay until you wake up to realize that you got knocked on your ass by me yet again. Once I’m done with you Brittania is going to sink in a pile of rubble to the bottom of the ocean just like Atlantis. I am going to break you and then I’m going to beat you. I’ll see you in the ring.
The Seagulls walk off screen as the scene fades to black.
