Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 23:55:20 GMT -6
#WhatRUHidingFrom?
Not having the money I used to have before Roger robbed me blind was really starting to wear on me. It wasn’t enough that I was forced to get Pedicures in nondescript establishments...but I was now having to pick out my ring attire, which was normally made by the top designers like Alexander Wang or Jean Paul Gaultier (the same guy who created Madonna’s infamous ‘cone’ bra)...in a store called ...Party City.
Now, Party City is a place where poor people normally go to buy things like halloween costumes and balloons for their six year old’s...whatever. I figured, since I was facing a guy who liked to wear masks...then why couldn’t I wear one as well?
I stood in the aisles, dressed in a pair of hot pink high heeled Converse ankle boots with black laces, pink cut off denim booty shorts that were frayed at the bottoms which ended practically in the middle of my ass cheeks, and a black football jersey that ended around my ribs and read ‘Buchannan’ across the back in hot pink lettering. I had a cheap masquerade mask in each hand. One was black...the other, pink. I couldn’t help but think about my match this week….and of course, my opponent.
You know...I actually don’t have a legitimate problem with Jeremiah vastrix. We actually have something in common. I know I sound like i’m beating a dead horse, but it’s simply got to be addressed: The masks we wear.
Now, i’m not talking about that cheap piece of plaster that Vastrix walks around wearing that makes him look like the villain in a bad 80’s horror flick. I’m talking about the good ole’ fashioned facade. He has one..so do I…
I’m afraid that’s where the similarities between us end.
i’ve been in the public eye for some time now, so we’re all very aware of my “mask.” I put up a mirage of beauty and almost woman-child naivete mixed with a burning red hot sexual fluidity that acts as a major distract from the fact that this ‘crazy bitch’ can actually kick your ass. Even Vastrix is so hypnotized by my latest stunt..the whole baptizing of Val Kilmer that took place weeks ago with my magic potion...that he cannot even focus on the fact that i’m kind of a big deal and he’s never faced anyone like me before in his entire life. He should be terrified but to borrow a phrase from NEW’s very own Mexican Groan of Arc, he’s ‘too stupid to be scared.’
Vastrix on the other hand...his mask...well, his is more of a full bodied armour. Jeremiah suits up in the facade of a Playboy…a modern day Bruce Wayne, blowing through hookers and daddies money and then turning around to blow through a box of Kleenex in the same night, crying because he wants his daddies love but will ne-ver get. it.
So he puts on a brave face...’i’m gonna become a wrestler!’ he says...Then he comes in and is even more of a failure at being a wrestler than he is at being the rightful heir to his father’s company. I feel like Jeremiah Vastrix is really the type of person that people who haven’t faced me think I am. Some privileged little bitch who doesn’t know how to wrestle and expects the world on a silver platter.
However, like I said….the fact that we both wear masks is where our similarities end. I wear my mask as a weapon. He uses his as something to hide behind. Like I said, I don’t have a legitimate problem with Vastrix...But that’s only because I don’t even know who HE is...But you know what? I don’t think he does either.
XOXO.