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Wee-Willy-Winky pt.3
Topic Started: Nov 28 2007, 10:48 PM (17 Views)
Monica Blaze
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Monica Vs. Willy rp #3 of 3
~Thought~
::Action and Or Thought::
Good Luck Willy.


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Wee-Willy-Winky Pt.3
(On Camera)
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:: Monica was in her own gym this time. The fact that Whining Willy couldn't make a good sparring scene look right if his life depended on it made her a bit sick to her stomach so she would see what she could do to make this a little bit more fun. Her plan? Two hot woman in the ring, the only time they would ever be in the ring, and showing Mr. Willy how REAL wrestlers train. For as dear reader if you haven't noticed MONICA thinks that the title Willy covets isn't belonging to him in the slightest and has done her part to prove that over the last few days. Today we find Monica in a pair of work out shorts of red silky material and a cut off tank top so you can see how very fit this young woman is as she is pulling up her hair and looking toward the camera. ::



Monica: The little boy just doesn't know what to do with what I have to say. I mean come on first you just say I talk to much, then you come and say that I ... well... talk to much again...while what, sparing with people. Oh how original. But I noticed you don't really play rough now do you? So after my little response to what I can only call a weak attempt to save face, by saying not once but twice that "I talk to much" directly once then indirectly the second time. You know what, you can't even come up with anything to say to what I talk about. Not because it is stupid but because it IS indeed relevant. Now I think I have brought my point across very well, so I'm not going to do anything else but to talk about your shit, that came out of your mouth in hopes I wouldn't have time to eat it up.



:: She just shakes her head a little with a slight disgusted look on her face. As is she looks a little worked up, a little sweat glistening over her body from working out a bit before this was shot. So she takes a bottle of water and tilting her head back just takes some long drinks before continuing. ::



Monica: You try to say I'm obsessing, my friend it is called taking your opponent and mentally making them shake. And apparently I have done my job. I have made you shake in your two dollar shoes. You know you can say there is no relevance to what I say, but in reality there is just match relevance in what I have been saying. Basically you have been whining. And indeed Suma and The wonder Boy have it right, you are indeed Whining willy. You don't come up with anything on your own even if I give you things. Even if I were to lay out the ammo right in front of you with a big sign and Que cards you still wouldn't take it. But all the better since you know I would still chew it up and spit it back at you.



~So I'm calling him a coward really. I can, because that is who I am, if people don't like it well sorry I have a family of heel wrestlers and I'm not far away from turning into another Aurora so you know they might want to remember this when I'm speaking. I have nothing against anyone really other than I think I can do better than some people in some positions. But frankly if I could get out of this whole bull-shitting promotions to people I would. But alas and alack the public wants to see two people go at it and who am I to not give it to them. ~



Monica: I normally am not this hostile, really I'm not but you and the people I have put down before you have all had one thing in common. You annoy the hell out of me. Why? Surely not because you use your intelligence to get you anywhere, surely not because you come up with an original statement about me, surely not because you have one word to say that actually matters. But I try to give the audience a good run, I try to give you an idea of how much I think of you. I think you measure up to me just about as much as Suma measured up to my sister, did you catch the toilet bowl thing? It runs in the family you know, that thing called skill. Oh and by the way if you think my little gun talk was ten minutes long you have some real A.D.D issues little man. Yes I had to add that since I read two definitions. If it took you ten minutes to understand them that isn't my fault.



:: She would just chuckle as she wiped the sweat from her brow and tilted her head back as if she were trying to cool off since there was a few fans that worked by way of the ceiling and blew down onto the gym so other spots were cooler than others::


Monica: And I haven't been sitting on my ass this entire time thank you. You don't know what I do every moment of every day like some people in this federation who have the camera stuck to their asses. So saying that you have obsessed over perfecting your little "Rifle Willy" way is just about as dumb as it would be for me to say "I've perfected the Machine Gun Monica Way." I can talk all day, and if you let it get to you then that's just great. That makes you just a chump in the ring if I can get you angry. By the way apparently making you angry is a hard thing, but hey not my fault if you take insults and just don't care a hoot about them. What is it Whiny afraid your skill can't carry you this time and you will once again be beaten by a competitor that actually knows what they are doing?



:: She would sit down on one of the benches and hang her head half in disgust. ::



Monica: So yes, Mr. Wee-Willy, Whining-Willy, what have you, This WHOLE POINT. THE ONLY REASON I HAVE EVEN TAKEN THE TIME TO ADDRESS YOU...Is the fact that it comes down to skill. If I can psych you out then that just shows how weak you are. If we can give the match some hype before the show, WHOO WHEE then lets do it boy!



:: Monica would crack up but try to continue. ::



Monica: So you know saying I obsess for doing my job well, for getting the fans into the ring, to allow them the privilege of seeing us duke it out then you know... um if that's wrong MY BAD! With that said here is how real people spar chitlin.



:: "Chitlin" she was sure southerners and Willy would know, since it was a term for "child" in the deep south and then the back woods county of the more northern states. Spending so much time in W.V had taught her some things but sometimes she wished she was where she was actually born...Europe and not just for a visit since so many people apparently in the U.S let the number one disease in America get to them "stupidity." And it seemed the European Wrestling Federation wasn't too European since everyone spent time in the states... But either way Monica would make her way to the ring where you could only guess who was waiting for her. He dear sister who had a rather amused smirk on her face. ::



Aurora: You sure you want to do this..?



Monica: Yeah I'm sure, you sure you can show this boy what sparring is?



Aurora: Don't make me laugh, carrot top could show this boy some tricks.



:: The two ladies locked up, Monica pushing Aurora back into the corner and breaking quickly. Aurora gave her the "come on" hand gesture, and the beauty snagged Aurora with a single leg take down. Aurora immediately rolled to her stomach as Monica snapped on an Indian death lock. The GM's fiance grimaced in pain, as Monica held the move long enough for Aurora to get to the ropes. The nymphette future bride of Mr. Stryfe rolled to her feet, her ankle and knee obviously bothering her as Monica charged in, landing a huge spear sending her to the mat. The fire in Monica's eyes even surprised her sister, as she monkey flipped her off. Aurora quickly began to scramble to her feet, as Monica was already back up. As Aurora was to her knees, Monica bounced off the far ropes and landed a bulldog, driving Aurora's face into the mat as Ryan wandered into the gym, drinking a glass of grape juice ::



Ryan: Uh oh, they must be fighting over which one's hair is redder!



:: Aurora, irritated just a bit now, gets back to her feet as Monica bounces off the ropes again, aiming for a clothesline. Aurora ducks, as Monica hits the far ropes and comes back again. A leap frog sends Monica into the ropes again as Aurora delivers a bone crunching back elbow right to her jaw as Monica comes in. This staggers Willy's opponent, as Aurora shakes her head. A little smile on her face as she lands a Harley Race-like high knee, sending her sister to the canvas ::



Ryan: What a high knee! Monica, you want me to set up an appointment with the dentist??



:: Aurora, sensing she has this where she wants, scoops her sister up onto one shoulder. She starts running across the ring in an attempt to hit a powerslam, but Monica slips out the back. Her sister spins around, Monica throws a lethal kick which is caught by Aurora at her side. Her sister smirking as she holds the one legged Monica, who then delivers a ferocious enzugiri to the back of Aurora's head. Aurora looks up to her sister, shaking her head :



Aurora : Oh..no...you....didn't!



:: So two real competitors going at it, two equally matched competitors. And as Aurora chances her sister who is now sticking her tongue out and running to hide behind Ryan our scene fades as sibling rivalry takes hold. ::
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