Post by kuntzy on Mar 21, 2021 15:02:06 GMT -5
The very peaks of daylight stretched over the ocean, The sun rising above the seas edge like a titan of flame. In all directions their was nothing but water, a vast and empty abyss as far as the eye could see. And right smack dab in the middle of that void was a buttass naked Kuntzy. He floats atop the water, spread out with his arms and legs, skin pruned and damp. He watched the stars which were fleeting with the rising sun, how long had he been out here? And for what purpose?
The self proclaimed heroin hero didn’t seem to mind that he was adrift, no a boozy grin smeared his lips and his eyes sat at an inebriated half open.
“ A goldfish will grow as large as it’s surroundings, the only thing stopping it’s growth being the cage in which we keep them in. We put them in small little tanks, and they stay stunted - never knowing their true potential. Never getting to be the beefy boys we all wanna’ be.
They’re bottom feeders, goldfish… They eat scum, and shit and it fuels them, makes them strong! And in a lot of ways, I’m like a goldfish, ya know? The metaphor is there, you just gotta’ find it for yourself.
Because I won’t be explaining every little nuisance of my being to you Moxie. You don’t need my life story, anymore than I need to hear your fucking lips flapping. Anymore than i need to hear about that cunt you squeeze yourself next to at night, or what dick you used suck and fuck or not. All of those things mean nothing to me Moxie, I mean I love the gossip, sure.
But when it comes to us, in our match? I don’t see how it’s relevant. Could it be used to get in your head? Play my little game, fiddle around with your insides so you’re beat before we even step in that ring… Maybe… But I don’t think I wanna’ do that with you Moxie. Because I won’t let you use that as an excuse, I don’t want you to say that I got under your skin, and that’s why you weren’t enough. “
The sun was higher up in the sky now, leaving the darkness behind and illuminating all of Kuntzy’s crevices that were once hidden by the shadows of night. His lanky, tattooed frame looked almost alien in the large body of water. As he slowly waved his arms back and forth he continued to speak, his words dripping with vile snark
“ No, I want you to come into this clear headed, I want every strike, every bruise, every defamation of my flesh to be something you planned. I won’t see you blinded by rage, enthralled by hatred, that be too easy, and it wouldn’t get us to where we are going to end up, do you understand? “
He raises one eyebrow, acknowledging the camera which hung overhead for the first time.
“ By the time we’re done Mox, you’ll have that weight that you desperately need lifted, removed. I ask you this cunt, what does beating me get you? What does putting lil ol Kuntzy Wuntzy do for Moxie James’s career? For her public perception? Because that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?
Always going on about how you need to shut up your detractors, how you want to prove everybody wrong, show the world that you are made for this! That this isn’t a mistake, and that two years really isn’t that long in the wrestling business. Which sounds really good, until you compare it to someone like me… Who has been…
Wrestling”
Kuntzy sounded pretty disgusted by the word, almost having to force it out his mouth like vomit after a night out
“For a shorter period of time, and already accomplished more than you could even dream about. And I don’t even come from the same background as you, I’m not a fighter Mox… I’m a lover, A smotherer, I’m like your mother, I just want to shove you back up inside me and keep you there forever.
But you? You’ve killed people, or someshit…Right?”
Rolling his eyes at such an absurd concept, He pushes his tongue against his bottom lip, trying to look as concerned as possible.
” I’m pretty fucking intimidated, I’m not gonna’ lie. Super spooky and shit.”
He couldn’t help but break the charade and start chuckling, making sure to empesis every HA. His laughter is like a blade clinging at a brick wall, scraping away at it’s exterior.
The once silent ocean, now had a bit more sound to it. Starting off at a distance but growing in volume as Kuntzy drifted. The sounds of families laughing, the bustle of a a community getting closer - though Kuntz doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes stared directly up at the sun, with a shit eating grin gleaming from his sun stained lips.
“ So Mox-i-daisies.. You prove in your little match with Emery that you can take a beating, that it’ll be no easy task to put you down. But you wan’t to know what you didn’t prove? What you’ve failed to prove? With Riley… With Valor… With Emery.
You failed to prove that you can win.
For all your talk, and all your boasting you still couldn’t do the one thing you set out to do, what this journey of yours has all been about. No matter how hard you struggle, or fight, no matter the size of your heart, when you’re inside that ring you just fail to live up to every single one of your expectations. And then you whine, and you bitch, and you say woe is me while you beg for attention on the internet, all while claiming you don’t give a fuck what any human thinks.
You’re a fraud Mox-i-licious. A no good cunt who thinks she’s worth more than she is, born with a chip on her shoulder that she’ll never be able to knock off. Because she needs that chip, who is she without it? Who is Moxie James if not the unrelenting underdog? The forever face of having big shoes to fill, a destiny written in the sand that she’ll never be able to read!
WHO ARE YOU MOXIE? “
As his feet touch sand, and his naked body washes ashore he is met with the screams and shock of those enjoying their day at the beach - even those on the Jersey Boardwalk a few feet away seem perplexed by the man who has just floated in from sea.
Letting out a groan, Kuntzy throws his arms forward, using the momentum to pop up to his feet. Families have started running, covering their children’s eyes, but Kuntzy was more focused on what had washed ashore next to him. Buried a bit beneath the sand, but with its golden plate still showing was his Eternal championship. Kuntzy places his hands on his hips.
“ And what are you doing here? “ He says as he scoops it up and off of the ground, fashioning it around his waist like the miniest of skirts you’ve ever seen.
Kuntzy stands there for a second, the sand beginning to harden onto his flesh as he tries to remember what exactly it is he was doing. Then it hits him, shooting his eyes back to the camera he lives exactly where he left off
“ WHO ARE YOU MOXIE? “
Well almost where he left off.
“ Are you the cold-blooded heroine, the voice of a generation? A woman of the people, who just wants to do her very best! Or are you just a goldfish, too afraid to leave her aquarium? Too timid to grow into the beast she could be? You’ve proven you can take a beating Mox-ah-done. But now it’s time to prove you can dish one out, because I want you to hurt me… To find yourself within my suffering.
Carve yourself from my flesh Moxie.
Prove yourself. “
Letting his hands rest, gripping the edges of his championship - Kuntzy begins to walk forward, through the sand and heading towards under the boardwalk. His steps were entitled, which looked almost comical coming from Kuntzy.
“ Or don’t. I couldn’t give a fuck less. “
With one last snickering boast leaving his lips the scene cuts to black. It stays on this black for a few moments before a split second of static followed by a news article from Mexico talking about some tragedy flashes across the screen.
“ Or don’t.”
The self proclaimed heroin hero didn’t seem to mind that he was adrift, no a boozy grin smeared his lips and his eyes sat at an inebriated half open.
“ A goldfish will grow as large as it’s surroundings, the only thing stopping it’s growth being the cage in which we keep them in. We put them in small little tanks, and they stay stunted - never knowing their true potential. Never getting to be the beefy boys we all wanna’ be.
They’re bottom feeders, goldfish… They eat scum, and shit and it fuels them, makes them strong! And in a lot of ways, I’m like a goldfish, ya know? The metaphor is there, you just gotta’ find it for yourself.
Because I won’t be explaining every little nuisance of my being to you Moxie. You don’t need my life story, anymore than I need to hear your fucking lips flapping. Anymore than i need to hear about that cunt you squeeze yourself next to at night, or what dick you used suck and fuck or not. All of those things mean nothing to me Moxie, I mean I love the gossip, sure.
But when it comes to us, in our match? I don’t see how it’s relevant. Could it be used to get in your head? Play my little game, fiddle around with your insides so you’re beat before we even step in that ring… Maybe… But I don’t think I wanna’ do that with you Moxie. Because I won’t let you use that as an excuse, I don’t want you to say that I got under your skin, and that’s why you weren’t enough. “
The sun was higher up in the sky now, leaving the darkness behind and illuminating all of Kuntzy’s crevices that were once hidden by the shadows of night. His lanky, tattooed frame looked almost alien in the large body of water. As he slowly waved his arms back and forth he continued to speak, his words dripping with vile snark
“ No, I want you to come into this clear headed, I want every strike, every bruise, every defamation of my flesh to be something you planned. I won’t see you blinded by rage, enthralled by hatred, that be too easy, and it wouldn’t get us to where we are going to end up, do you understand? “
He raises one eyebrow, acknowledging the camera which hung overhead for the first time.
“ By the time we’re done Mox, you’ll have that weight that you desperately need lifted, removed. I ask you this cunt, what does beating me get you? What does putting lil ol Kuntzy Wuntzy do for Moxie James’s career? For her public perception? Because that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?
Always going on about how you need to shut up your detractors, how you want to prove everybody wrong, show the world that you are made for this! That this isn’t a mistake, and that two years really isn’t that long in the wrestling business. Which sounds really good, until you compare it to someone like me… Who has been…
Wrestling”
Kuntzy sounded pretty disgusted by the word, almost having to force it out his mouth like vomit after a night out
“For a shorter period of time, and already accomplished more than you could even dream about. And I don’t even come from the same background as you, I’m not a fighter Mox… I’m a lover, A smotherer, I’m like your mother, I just want to shove you back up inside me and keep you there forever.
But you? You’ve killed people, or someshit…Right?”
Rolling his eyes at such an absurd concept, He pushes his tongue against his bottom lip, trying to look as concerned as possible.
” I’m pretty fucking intimidated, I’m not gonna’ lie. Super spooky and shit.”
He couldn’t help but break the charade and start chuckling, making sure to empesis every HA. His laughter is like a blade clinging at a brick wall, scraping away at it’s exterior.
The once silent ocean, now had a bit more sound to it. Starting off at a distance but growing in volume as Kuntzy drifted. The sounds of families laughing, the bustle of a a community getting closer - though Kuntz doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes stared directly up at the sun, with a shit eating grin gleaming from his sun stained lips.
“ So Mox-i-daisies.. You prove in your little match with Emery that you can take a beating, that it’ll be no easy task to put you down. But you wan’t to know what you didn’t prove? What you’ve failed to prove? With Riley… With Valor… With Emery.
You failed to prove that you can win.
For all your talk, and all your boasting you still couldn’t do the one thing you set out to do, what this journey of yours has all been about. No matter how hard you struggle, or fight, no matter the size of your heart, when you’re inside that ring you just fail to live up to every single one of your expectations. And then you whine, and you bitch, and you say woe is me while you beg for attention on the internet, all while claiming you don’t give a fuck what any human thinks.
You’re a fraud Mox-i-licious. A no good cunt who thinks she’s worth more than she is, born with a chip on her shoulder that she’ll never be able to knock off. Because she needs that chip, who is she without it? Who is Moxie James if not the unrelenting underdog? The forever face of having big shoes to fill, a destiny written in the sand that she’ll never be able to read!
WHO ARE YOU MOXIE? “
As his feet touch sand, and his naked body washes ashore he is met with the screams and shock of those enjoying their day at the beach - even those on the Jersey Boardwalk a few feet away seem perplexed by the man who has just floated in from sea.
Letting out a groan, Kuntzy throws his arms forward, using the momentum to pop up to his feet. Families have started running, covering their children’s eyes, but Kuntzy was more focused on what had washed ashore next to him. Buried a bit beneath the sand, but with its golden plate still showing was his Eternal championship. Kuntzy places his hands on his hips.
“ And what are you doing here? “ He says as he scoops it up and off of the ground, fashioning it around his waist like the miniest of skirts you’ve ever seen.
Kuntzy stands there for a second, the sand beginning to harden onto his flesh as he tries to remember what exactly it is he was doing. Then it hits him, shooting his eyes back to the camera he lives exactly where he left off
“ WHO ARE YOU MOXIE? “
Well almost where he left off.
“ Are you the cold-blooded heroine, the voice of a generation? A woman of the people, who just wants to do her very best! Or are you just a goldfish, too afraid to leave her aquarium? Too timid to grow into the beast she could be? You’ve proven you can take a beating Mox-ah-done. But now it’s time to prove you can dish one out, because I want you to hurt me… To find yourself within my suffering.
Carve yourself from my flesh Moxie.
Prove yourself. “
Letting his hands rest, gripping the edges of his championship - Kuntzy begins to walk forward, through the sand and heading towards under the boardwalk. His steps were entitled, which looked almost comical coming from Kuntzy.
“ Or don’t. I couldn’t give a fuck less. “
With one last snickering boast leaving his lips the scene cuts to black. It stays on this black for a few moments before a split second of static followed by a news article from Mexico talking about some tragedy flashes across the screen.
“ Or don’t.”