Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 19:54:24 GMT -6
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Basic - adjective - ba·sic \?b?-sik
Someone who is unflinchingly upholding of the status quo
and stereotypes of their gender without even realizing it.
and stereotypes of their gender without even realizing it.
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Vixen: I think its time for a little education Liz, you toss around the word basic like its something special. But in reality Someone who is Basic engages in typical, unoriginal behaviors, modes of dress, speech, and likes. Just like you, Liz. You’re tragically/laughably unaware of your own utter lack of specialness and intrigue. You believe yourself to be unique, fly, amazing, and a complete catch, when in reality You’re boring, painfully normal, and sub par. You believe your experiences to be crazy, wild, and different or somehow more special than everything that everybody else is doing, when in reality, almost everyone is doing or has done the exact same thing. You are so quick to try to call someone basic, Liz, but when I think about the word “Basic” I see the perfect reflection of you as a person, as a personality and most of all as a wrestler.
Liz, You’re typical, a dime a dozen. All you “Basic Bitches” share the common thread of being expendable, unnoteworthy and, in most cases, having absolutely no redeeming qualities.
You come at me stupid Liz, and that is where you made your first mistake, your second mistake is underestimating me and my abilities inside that ring. So I hope you're ready, because this “Essential Bitch” is about to show you just how real she is.
We open inside the confines of a New York City taxi cab, The driver is concentrating on the road as he weaves in and out of traffic, heading toward the assigned destination of his passenger. As we look into the backseat we see that said passenger is none other than Viktoria Vixen. Her long hair hangs down over her shoulders, she is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black tank top with #KnoxGrl emblazoned across the chest in gold with a large green marijuana plant in the background. Her right leg is crossed over the left and her feet are dressed in a pair of Black velvet stiletto shoe boots with silver spikes protruding around the exterior of them. Next to her on the seat is a black leather jacket and a gym bag. Her eyes are focused on the purple cell phone in her hand as she types away at a text message. She send the message and looks out the window, watching the scenery pass by. Suddenly the cell phone comes to life…
Only you can shine the light
on the dark side of my mind.
And your evil sweetness
leaves a trail of lovers behind.
When you crush me to your heart
I feel just like a queen.
I'm a willing victim.
Tell me, all my life where have you been?
She knows exactly who's ringtone that is and she quickly answers the phone.
Vixen: Hey baby… I’m glad you called… Heading to MSG in the cab right now…Jesse knows you are coming,... Yep just let security know and you’re in... Ok Snuggleumpakins..., I’ll see you when you get here.
She hits the end button and drops the phone down into her jacket pocket as she leans back, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she relaxes for the rest of the ride to the Madison Square Garden Arena.
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vital- adjective - /?va?t?l/
essential to maintain life:
forceful, energetic, or lively:
of, relating to, having, or displaying life:
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Our scene reopens an hour later inside the Madison Square Garden arena area where the NEW ring has been set up and people are milling about with last minute tasks to be completed before the doors open and the crowd that has gathered outside are admitted inside. Vixen has taken up residence in one of the many empty seats inside the upper partition of the arena. She sees the camera and without further ado begins to speak.
Vixen: Unlike you Liz, I am vital to this business, I am the future of this business. Those like myself, we are the ones who rise to the top, we have talents that separates us from those like you, the bottom feeders of this business. So while you sit atop your golden horse and try to belittle me and take your pot shots hoping to make yourself relevant, I will be the one climbing to the top of the Wrestling World, using you as just another stepping stone to achieve my ultimate spot in this business. You see Liz, i respect this business, I give dues where they belong, I can admit that there are others who are better than me, those who I have yet to stand a chance against… yet. But when all is said and done, I will achieve the goals I have set forth for myself, I will become more of a force to be feared than you could ever hope to be. I will indeed be one of the best that this business has ever produced, and when that time comes, you Liz, will be still sitting on a social network site crying about no one respecting you, crying and whining about that one title you held in that one company that closed down. While I am living the proverbial dream you will still be watching reruns of movies that are still irrelevant. You will still be watching TV shows that couldn't cut it on mainstream television, much like you can't cut it in mainstream wrestling, Liz.
One of the big differences of you and all the other people who have dedicated themselves to that ring is the fact that WE don't do it for the money, we do it for the love of the business, we don't do it to become infamous we do it because it's in our blood, it's in our hearts but most of all, unlike you, it is in our soul.
You give yourself far too much credit Liz, there are no truths in the shit that you spew from your mouth, all that you speak is ignorance. Ignorance of life, of facts and of people. You think your words are gospel when in reality all they are are the sad and pathetic ramblings of an immature and immoral little girl who needs a reality check, and I will gladly be the one to give you just that as soon as that bell rings tonight. When that time comes and I finally put my foot in your mouth, you will be the one crying foul, you will run to your little social network page and cry about how unfair it is that you lost. You will throw your usual pity party, try to make everyone feel sorry for you again, but this time around they will all know the truth, they will finally see that you are just as I have claimed all along… you are nothing more than a sad little girl trying far too hard to be the mean girl, you will be just as irrelevant then as you have always been. As far as myself, I will still be right there putting you in your place right along with the rest of the people who know just how fake and irrelevant you truly are.
Vixen sits up on the edge of the chair an impish smirk on her face, her eyes dark and intense as she stares into the camera's lens.
Vixen: You sit up there on the pedestal and try so hard to make yourself into someone you aren't, something you will never be… Vital to this business. You always talk about what you do for others, yet there has never been a single piece of proof to any of your claims. You say other people are jealous and make up stories about you, but yet, there is proof of your drug habits, there is proof of your pornographic movie, there is plenty of proof that you are nothing more than a bully dressed in a tiara. A wannabe princess living in a fake reality made up from her own twisted little mind.
You try so hard to make yourself important, you stake claim to holding a championship in a failed company and you do so with such pride, and yet if someone else makes the same claim you try to flush their success down the toilet and brush it off as meaningless. So you went through four people to gain said title, guess what Liz, I went through four men to earn mine… so if my title reign is unimportant and irrelevant then yours surely is. I may be newer to this business but I have done more since signing my first contract less than a year ago then you have done in your entire in ring career. I made my impact, I earned my hype inside that ring, I got in that ring and I worked my ass off against men two and three times my size, beating almost every single one in my climb. unlike you. I didn't hide behind a keyboard to make the name for myself, Liz, I put my body on the line, match after match to become the recognized force that I am in this business, when you have done as much in as little time, then and only then will I recognize you as an equal, until then you are just another wannabe bitch with a superiority complex and nothing to back it up.
Vixen stands up and begins to walk down the aisle of the row of seats, approaching the main aisle as she heads in the direction of the backstage area where the talent have been assigned locker rooms and the staff are finishing up their last minute preparations for the show.
Vixen: Let’s get real here though Liz, Tonight, we walk into Madison Square Garden in a special appearance grudge match and the truth is that only one of us will walk out the winner, it will be over my unconscious body that it will be you. Tonight we are both just two wrestlers facing off to settle some heat, past accomplishments mean jack shit, past titles mean not a damn thing, all that really matters tonight is the one who get their hand raised in the air at the end bell, the one who walks out with their head held high. and there isn't a cold chance in flaming hell that I am going to allow that person to be you, Liz.
You see tonight in that ring Liz, I become more than just your opponent, I become your worst nightmare, I am the bitch with the attitude and the ability to take your ass out of the game. I will be the one who lands a #VixKick that leaves you on your back in the middle of that ring with those little yellow birdies tweeting in a circle above your head. I intend to leave that pretty little face of yours with my boot imprinted squarely on your jaw for the world to see. That Liz is the impact I intend to make tonight.
I gladly and willingly admit to not being on your level Liz, because I have far surpassed that level, I have proven time and again that there isn't a person in this business that I won't face, just ask your boyfriend. It took him and two of his boys to try to take me out, and they still failed. I don't back down from anyone, and I sure as shit don't give up on anything, especially when I know Its something I can surpass others at. Tonight I will surpass you in that ring and in this business. You see Liz, when we are in that match trading blows, trading kicks, making one another sweat and bleed and you hear that crowd chanting, just remember that most of them will be chanting my name, they will be begging for me to cure them from the disease that has infected our world, the want a #LizPurge and I am more than ready and willing to give them all exactly what they want.
The smile playing on Vixen's face is anything but a smile of kindness or friendliness, it is more the cold and calculating smile of a sinister mind.
Vixen: You don't know what I am ready for Liz, I was ready enough to put your man in his place, I was ready enough to defeat every opponent ever thrown my way. See unlike you Liz, I have but one loss on my record, and that loss is against the man who knew he didn't stand a chance of pinning me to that mat so he had to bring in two other men to defeat me, and to this day, he has still never pinned me for a fair win.
Yet you Liz, lets not forget about your losses, Liz ,how many losses are on your record? Aren't there like fifteen to twenty of them, other than Jessica Robertson, Sean Mendez Jr and JT Midas, i mean, the world knows all about those three losses, Instead of trying to convince the world of how great you think you are, you should be thanking Sean for giving you your career back after losing to him, then again, he only gave in because he got tired of hearing you piss and moan about it.
So granted, Liz, you may indeed have been doing this longer than me, by a few months, but my win/loss record in itself proves that I am far greater inside of that ring than you have ever been, and where I will only improve, you my dear, will fail yet again, so be ready to chalk up another loss and run to Social Media and make excuses for it.
Vixen continues down the hallway toward the locker rooms, she comes to a stop in front of a door with a makeshift nameplate on it, her own name. She grabs the handle to the door and twists it, showing the door open and turning back to the camera.
Vixen: Who the hell authorized you to be the authority on someone's mental state inside that ring? What makes you the expert on how someone should or shouldn't think or feel whilst they are inside that ring doing the job they are paid for. You know shit all about me and my in ring mentality, you don't know how or what I have been trained to withstand. Aggression is the ONLY way to win inside that ring Liz, a person's mental state is exactly what drives us to success within that ring. My aggression has never once made me weaker or less focused, if anything it pushes me, it is the adrenaline that fuels my success in every match I step into. So before you attempt to lecture anyone on in ring etiquette, maybe you should learn the true facts of being an in ring competitor. How we compete in that ring is far different than the tantrums you throw on Twitter.
She shoves her hair back over her shoulder and smiles, not a friendly smile but also not a sinister smile, just an unemotional untelling smile. She takes a breath and speaks.
Vixen: I must admit though Liz, you amuse me with your delusional interpretations of me. Jealous of you? Bitch please. You’re as worthless as tits on a man, you've been banged more than a screen door in a Texas tornado and your as ignorant as a box of rocks, so please, do tell… just exactly what am I supposed to be jealous of? Of yeah… your an inch taller than me, imagine that, i'm impressed they can stack shit that high. Prettier? Yeah because looks are all that I really care about in my life… not. Oh wait, maybe it's that whole people pay more attention to you thing… oh wait, no it isn't because the only attention they give you is heat where as people actually like me and enjoy spending time with me.. so yet again, you are wrong. You have more experience? Um, at what getting your ass beat? and i'm supposed to be jealous because you end up on your back more than Jenna Jameson? Nah, you can have that badge of honor, I prefer to be the pinner not the “pinned”.
There Is no jealousy Liz, I just flat out don't like you. I think you are a spoiled, fake little girl with no morals and even less talent. It has nothing to do with what you represent, because quite frankly I fail to see you representing anything but the spoiled little bitch that is you. I would gladly take the kudos of beating Keegan over you any day, at least he put up a real fight, he showed that he had some talent, even if it wasn't much. But most of all, at least he fought me on his own instead of hiding behind other people, like you do. You are right though, you need this win over me, to make yourself relevant, but sorry for your luck Honey Boo Boo, that just isn't going to happen, not tonight and not any other night on the foreseeable horizon, get used to that fact.
The facts are right there Liz, for you and everyone to see… You will lose tonight just as you have lost most of your in ring career, you just aren't good enough to beat me on my level. You don't have the determination or the talent to be the first person to pin me to the mat. Those are the facts Liz, and tonight I will prove just how true they are.
She looks into the locker room and sees Tommy Knox standing against the wall, his cell phone to his ear. He spots her and finishes his call, hanging up and sliding the cell into his back pants pocket before he walks up to her and grabs her in a huge hug, lifting her off the ground. The camera slowly turns to exit the room as our scene ends.
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