Talk about... EPIC. 8-15-11
November 8, 2011
There is no camera when Kaylyn is seen. Kaylyn had walked into a random bar in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and sat down ordering two beers... why two? Simple, because she was planning to have a friend meet up with her, and he would be here any minute. Those beers were brought over and placed on the counter and she took a nice long sip from hers while she waited. A few moments would pass as those front doors of the bar would open up and stepping in would be the young man she was waiting for. Walking across the floor, each step bringing him closer and closer to the back of Kaylyn, this man would be decked out in a pair of black bondage pants stitched together with an electric blue thread and would have several chains and straps hanging from them. His torso embraced with the cotton material of that black tank top that resembled more of a second skin, he walked up to the bar, standing next to Kaylyn. Balled fists slamming down onto the surface of the bar, the man would speak.
" Hi. "
"Jesus Christ Xav... give me a fucking heart attack why don't you. Where the hell you been?"
" It's what I do best, Kay...you know this. Where have I been? Nah, where haven't I been? "
" Oh god... in someone news pants again are you? "
" Here and there really. Just testing the waters on a few...opportunities. "
" You better at least be protecting yourself... lord only knows whats out there.."
" The only thing I take better care of than myself is...myself. C'mon Kay, you remember these things. "
" Just saying. Jesus. Is it wrong that I am double checking on your nasty ass? "
" No, it's not. And, I'll have you know the reason I wasn't here sooner is because I was washing my nasty ass."
"Oh, just kicked one out to the curb recently... damn boy, you really are quick."
" Yeah, she'll be back though. Just one hit is never enough when it's from Your Favorite Drug. " A wink given before being followed with that oh so cocky smirk of his.
" You really need to get over yourself... seriously.. "
" Hey, it's not my fault these women continue to make my head bigger and bigger and bigger still. I'm just living up to my reputation. "
The rest of the conversation was lost as the screens in front of everyone are black, and a voice is heard.
“One, two, three. That's all it takes. Three seconds, and someones life can change. In this case... three seconds... and I will reclaim what is mine.”
The vocals were none other than those of Kaylyn James Evans. The screen was black at the current time, and there was silence outside of the words she spoke. Until that creaking came... here and there that un-oiled chain could be heard.
“You have let that title get to your head Blake. A fault that most people have. It's not a problem though, I promise you.. come Monday night, after everything is said and done, you wont have that problem anymore... hell, you will be the only one in your little group without a title.
You were offered the chance of a lifetime, and you turned it down. Now its time to show you what you could have been. You could have been great... now though Ryan, you will just remain okay. You will never learn everything you could have if you would have accepted the offer that was being given to you. Then again, you sit there talking to a dog, and a rat (raccoon) all day, and think that is normal, so I guess with that being said, we made out by you turning the offer of greatness down, because you obviously have a few screws loose up there. Can't have someone like that representing us now can we?”
The blackness finally disappears and Kaylyn is seen sitting there on a swing, rocking herself back and forth as she speaks. Her arms wrapped around those chains loosely just hung there while she thought. Not once did her feet move off the ground, those toes of hers the only thing touching to keep her rocking the whole time.
“Ryan Blake, the television championship holder goes from nothing, to something overnight. How's it feel? Better yet... how does it feel to lose to Baines more than once, only to turn around and join with him. Hell... If you can't beat 'em. Might as well join 'em right Ryan?” Kaylyn laughed softly. “That's exactly what a simple minded person would do. What a true wrestler would do... is continue to go out there week in and week out until they got the job done. However, you are not a wrestler are you? No, I don't believe you really are. Sure you got the moves... but anyone can do the moves. That does not mean anything. You don't have the right mindset Blake. To be the best.. you have to beat the best, and well... Odin is the World Champion right now... and it don't look like you will be facing him at all. Baines is right under him with that Hardcore title that you failed to gain numerous times... don't look like you will be fighting him at all either. Sure, they can teach you every damn move they do... show you everything... and I bet they would still knock your ass to the ground. You know it too, which is why you joined with them.”
She smiled softly, as she stopped rocking back and forth on that swing. Standing up, her attire could be seen. Even in the hot evening, she was wearing a sweat shirt, and a pair of sweat pants, just like she said she would be doing. Pushing the swing away she moved forward, just avoiding it coming back to hit her, before walking through the grass towards a set of two bars, one low for the children, and one up higher for the adults. Grabbing the top bar she lifted her feet off the ground, hooking them to the bar before pulling herself up, holding on the bar in the process, to a seated position. Looking down past the camera she continued to speak.
“Now, I realize the last time we got in the ring together... you claim you got the best of me. Blake... do you remember how that match ended? Do you remember how you won my title? I clearly remember knocking you over the head with it before laying it across your laid out form. I gave you that title Blake. I tried to make you worth something here in WCF, but all you did was get an ego, from getting laid the fuck out. Bravo man. Seriously. Any who, the last time we got together, you had a lot to say, and I realize... I never did give you the respect of a reply... so how's about I work on that now?” A soft smile came from the former champ before she continued. “You said you learned a lot about me. With that being said... did you see that title shot across your head coming to you Blake? Were you expecting it? Of course you weren't, otherwise you would have moved that fat head of yours.
You say that I am desperate for attention... yet you're the one who is talking to dogs and rats... makes sense right? At least those I talk to... are real... human... beings. You have always underestimated me Blake, and you always will. Do you know why? It's because I will continue to grow no matter what. No matter what or who is placed in front of me, I can get the job done... and I do... on my terms. Management was just waiting for the day that I lost that title.. so they could move me up in the card, and when I lost it.. that happened... however, now, after seeing what you have done with the title... oh no. I am coming back for it. I figured you would be a good person to pass the torch onto so to speak, but boy was I wrong. You're the most arrogant, self-centered, little prick I have ever come to meet... and your true colors came into play after the gold was around your waist. I find it humorous that you said I made that title lower than what it was.. how can you get lower than the lowest? Only you could do something like that Blake my boy... and you have.”
Kaylyn pushed off the bar and came to land on her feet gracefully. Moving forward she tilted her head looking at the camera whilst speaking.
“So this week... I am wondering what you are going to say. Whose lines you are going to steal and bring into play. Of course a boy like you will get focused on me once more. Like I said before Blake.. my body, does not win me matches... my body did not get me my contract... my body is just a body like everyone else. It's not about looks... its about talent.. or lack there of in your case. Hmm... I just realize... I am being a bit... nice to you this week.. guess you caught me on the rag huh? Ain't that what you claim Ryan? That I am such a bitch normally... the only time I am nice is that one week every month? Silly boy, you know nothing. I would expect nothing more or less from you though. Hell.. I expect you are actually surprised to hear me speaking this week.... after all, I have been rather... quiet. Granted I show up every week either way for my matches... it's true that I have not had much to say. Been handling a few things back home. A friend of mine just had three babies, little bit much for her to handle on her own when the daddy is out, so I been spending my time with her and the kids. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about interaction with people outside of The Alliance. Pathetic group of people really. So much ego pushed into a room together... it's going to be... amazing when it all comes falling apart. When that happens.. you will remember exactly what I said to you that one night in AIM, and you will regret not taking me up on my offer. Unlike you and your goon squad, I don't have to go around pissing people off, and hurting them to get respect. False respect at that. You must realize how many enemies you have made already Blake.. and its going to be amazing watching as each one groups together, before kicking your ass so badly you never make it into the ring again.
Hell, maybe a beating will knock some brain into that hallow head of yours... after all, you can't even remember something as simple as me saying on live television during the main event with Donald Deruty and Corey facing Kash and Knoxville... I said flat out then, that it was Corey himself who trained me. That's something too complicated for you to take into that small head of yours though. Rather understandable if you think about it. Don't worry... I wont ask you to think however, I know how much it must hurt you to do so.
Another thing you fucked up on... you said you would have me crying to my momma back in Tennessee... no silly. Momma is from Philadelphia... I moved to Tennessee. I wouldn't expect a twit like you to pay attention week in and week out as people speak... however, you do pay attention too me... a little too much. Maybe you will start focusing on the right things to pay attention too soon enough. Until then... it will be your downfall Doctor Do little.
You see little... I talk the talk, walk the walk, and it is not just show. Just because I don't show you my full potential just yet... does not mean a damn thing. I don't stand around wondering what I can say this week that will blow everyone away. What can I say to show people that I am so much more than what they currently see. Why would I do a thing like that? Oh no... I wait... until the time is right. Kash found that out the hard way... and you will too. I show what I want everyone to believe I am. Then I take it a step further... and surprise them all.
So... Hero... are you done destroying that title yet? Because I am done watching you do just that. The time for taking back is now. I will show The Alliance what it is I am capable of... by taking you out of the equation. You see... kid... that title is coming home to me. You will be laying there wondering just where the fuck you went wrong. You will be heading to the back after the show is complete and explaining to your... stablemates... just what the fuck happened. You were schooled... by Kaylyn James Evans. And you know what... here is the kicker... it will be... totally... fucking... EPIC.”
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The scene fades out as Kaylyn walks off.
" Hi. "
"Jesus Christ Xav... give me a fucking heart attack why don't you. Where the hell you been?"
" It's what I do best, Kay...you know this. Where have I been? Nah, where haven't I been? "
" Oh god... in someone news pants again are you? "
" Here and there really. Just testing the waters on a few...opportunities. "
" You better at least be protecting yourself... lord only knows whats out there.."
" The only thing I take better care of than myself is...myself. C'mon Kay, you remember these things. "
" Just saying. Jesus. Is it wrong that I am double checking on your nasty ass? "
" No, it's not. And, I'll have you know the reason I wasn't here sooner is because I was washing my nasty ass."
"Oh, just kicked one out to the curb recently... damn boy, you really are quick."
" Yeah, she'll be back though. Just one hit is never enough when it's from Your Favorite Drug. " A wink given before being followed with that oh so cocky smirk of his.
" You really need to get over yourself... seriously.. "
" Hey, it's not my fault these women continue to make my head bigger and bigger and bigger still. I'm just living up to my reputation. "
The rest of the conversation was lost as the screens in front of everyone are black, and a voice is heard.
“One, two, three. That's all it takes. Three seconds, and someones life can change. In this case... three seconds... and I will reclaim what is mine.”
The vocals were none other than those of Kaylyn James Evans. The screen was black at the current time, and there was silence outside of the words she spoke. Until that creaking came... here and there that un-oiled chain could be heard.
“You have let that title get to your head Blake. A fault that most people have. It's not a problem though, I promise you.. come Monday night, after everything is said and done, you wont have that problem anymore... hell, you will be the only one in your little group without a title.
You were offered the chance of a lifetime, and you turned it down. Now its time to show you what you could have been. You could have been great... now though Ryan, you will just remain okay. You will never learn everything you could have if you would have accepted the offer that was being given to you. Then again, you sit there talking to a dog, and a rat (raccoon) all day, and think that is normal, so I guess with that being said, we made out by you turning the offer of greatness down, because you obviously have a few screws loose up there. Can't have someone like that representing us now can we?”
The blackness finally disappears and Kaylyn is seen sitting there on a swing, rocking herself back and forth as she speaks. Her arms wrapped around those chains loosely just hung there while she thought. Not once did her feet move off the ground, those toes of hers the only thing touching to keep her rocking the whole time.
“Ryan Blake, the television championship holder goes from nothing, to something overnight. How's it feel? Better yet... how does it feel to lose to Baines more than once, only to turn around and join with him. Hell... If you can't beat 'em. Might as well join 'em right Ryan?” Kaylyn laughed softly. “That's exactly what a simple minded person would do. What a true wrestler would do... is continue to go out there week in and week out until they got the job done. However, you are not a wrestler are you? No, I don't believe you really are. Sure you got the moves... but anyone can do the moves. That does not mean anything. You don't have the right mindset Blake. To be the best.. you have to beat the best, and well... Odin is the World Champion right now... and it don't look like you will be facing him at all. Baines is right under him with that Hardcore title that you failed to gain numerous times... don't look like you will be fighting him at all either. Sure, they can teach you every damn move they do... show you everything... and I bet they would still knock your ass to the ground. You know it too, which is why you joined with them.”
She smiled softly, as she stopped rocking back and forth on that swing. Standing up, her attire could be seen. Even in the hot evening, she was wearing a sweat shirt, and a pair of sweat pants, just like she said she would be doing. Pushing the swing away she moved forward, just avoiding it coming back to hit her, before walking through the grass towards a set of two bars, one low for the children, and one up higher for the adults. Grabbing the top bar she lifted her feet off the ground, hooking them to the bar before pulling herself up, holding on the bar in the process, to a seated position. Looking down past the camera she continued to speak.
“Now, I realize the last time we got in the ring together... you claim you got the best of me. Blake... do you remember how that match ended? Do you remember how you won my title? I clearly remember knocking you over the head with it before laying it across your laid out form. I gave you that title Blake. I tried to make you worth something here in WCF, but all you did was get an ego, from getting laid the fuck out. Bravo man. Seriously. Any who, the last time we got together, you had a lot to say, and I realize... I never did give you the respect of a reply... so how's about I work on that now?” A soft smile came from the former champ before she continued. “You said you learned a lot about me. With that being said... did you see that title shot across your head coming to you Blake? Were you expecting it? Of course you weren't, otherwise you would have moved that fat head of yours.
You say that I am desperate for attention... yet you're the one who is talking to dogs and rats... makes sense right? At least those I talk to... are real... human... beings. You have always underestimated me Blake, and you always will. Do you know why? It's because I will continue to grow no matter what. No matter what or who is placed in front of me, I can get the job done... and I do... on my terms. Management was just waiting for the day that I lost that title.. so they could move me up in the card, and when I lost it.. that happened... however, now, after seeing what you have done with the title... oh no. I am coming back for it. I figured you would be a good person to pass the torch onto so to speak, but boy was I wrong. You're the most arrogant, self-centered, little prick I have ever come to meet... and your true colors came into play after the gold was around your waist. I find it humorous that you said I made that title lower than what it was.. how can you get lower than the lowest? Only you could do something like that Blake my boy... and you have.”
Kaylyn pushed off the bar and came to land on her feet gracefully. Moving forward she tilted her head looking at the camera whilst speaking.
“So this week... I am wondering what you are going to say. Whose lines you are going to steal and bring into play. Of course a boy like you will get focused on me once more. Like I said before Blake.. my body, does not win me matches... my body did not get me my contract... my body is just a body like everyone else. It's not about looks... its about talent.. or lack there of in your case. Hmm... I just realize... I am being a bit... nice to you this week.. guess you caught me on the rag huh? Ain't that what you claim Ryan? That I am such a bitch normally... the only time I am nice is that one week every month? Silly boy, you know nothing. I would expect nothing more or less from you though. Hell.. I expect you are actually surprised to hear me speaking this week.... after all, I have been rather... quiet. Granted I show up every week either way for my matches... it's true that I have not had much to say. Been handling a few things back home. A friend of mine just had three babies, little bit much for her to handle on her own when the daddy is out, so I been spending my time with her and the kids. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about interaction with people outside of The Alliance. Pathetic group of people really. So much ego pushed into a room together... it's going to be... amazing when it all comes falling apart. When that happens.. you will remember exactly what I said to you that one night in AIM, and you will regret not taking me up on my offer. Unlike you and your goon squad, I don't have to go around pissing people off, and hurting them to get respect. False respect at that. You must realize how many enemies you have made already Blake.. and its going to be amazing watching as each one groups together, before kicking your ass so badly you never make it into the ring again.
Hell, maybe a beating will knock some brain into that hallow head of yours... after all, you can't even remember something as simple as me saying on live television during the main event with Donald Deruty and Corey facing Kash and Knoxville... I said flat out then, that it was Corey himself who trained me. That's something too complicated for you to take into that small head of yours though. Rather understandable if you think about it. Don't worry... I wont ask you to think however, I know how much it must hurt you to do so.
Another thing you fucked up on... you said you would have me crying to my momma back in Tennessee... no silly. Momma is from Philadelphia... I moved to Tennessee. I wouldn't expect a twit like you to pay attention week in and week out as people speak... however, you do pay attention too me... a little too much. Maybe you will start focusing on the right things to pay attention too soon enough. Until then... it will be your downfall Doctor Do little.
You see little... I talk the talk, walk the walk, and it is not just show. Just because I don't show you my full potential just yet... does not mean a damn thing. I don't stand around wondering what I can say this week that will blow everyone away. What can I say to show people that I am so much more than what they currently see. Why would I do a thing like that? Oh no... I wait... until the time is right. Kash found that out the hard way... and you will too. I show what I want everyone to believe I am. Then I take it a step further... and surprise them all.
So... Hero... are you done destroying that title yet? Because I am done watching you do just that. The time for taking back is now. I will show The Alliance what it is I am capable of... by taking you out of the equation. You see... kid... that title is coming home to me. You will be laying there wondering just where the fuck you went wrong. You will be heading to the back after the show is complete and explaining to your... stablemates... just what the fuck happened. You were schooled... by Kaylyn James Evans. And you know what... here is the kicker... it will be... totally... fucking... EPIC.”
The scene fades out as Kaylyn walks off.
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