Post by Josie Pleasure on May 9, 2018 23:40:21 GMT -5
The silence falls upon deaf ears and the stench of blood and sweat still linger in the air, though the fanfare is long over and the lights are nearly all extinguished except for one that falls upon the beautiful head of one Josie Pleasure, bowed in prayer or maybe reflection, hell at this point she might be asleep. We enter the room carefully as though a masked clown is going to jump out of the darkness and stab, though he has a camera, his head still swivels from side to side to make sure nothing lurks in the shadows. The camera shakes as he trips over something causing a noise that makes Josie, take notice at the disturbance and he quickly ceases his approach. Josie, stares blankly at the camera pointed at her face, then her attention reverts to the floor where her GWP belt rests at her feet. The camera guy suddenly wonders if that is what he tripped over or was it something else? Has it been at her feet this entire time or did he somehow push it there? Her eyes shoot back at the camera and the tension is thick as Josie, licks her lips like a lion about to devour his meal and chills just ran down the camera guy's back and his first instinct was to run, but he was frozen to spot and oddly he was hypnotized by her. She rises from the chair with the speed of a turtle, it almost felt like we were watching the slow motion run of Pamela Anderson on Baywatch as the camera guy mocks her motion of licking his own lips as Josie, begins to stretch and flex, knowing he's enthralled with her every movement. That's what Josie, is very good at is drawing your undivided attention whether you are willing or not, you just can't look away, like a car accident, you don't want to see the dead body, but something inside you tells you to search the wreckage and maybe you only see the bloody shoe, but your mind already knows that something terrible happened. You already feel like you're the main course on the menu, but her appearance makes you feel like a few nibbles wouldn't hurt, you just might like it.
I have woken, you sneak as well as an elephant and for what? Did you come here to get post match comments? Take my temperature to see if I'm tearing down the walls with my bare hands, maybe that's what you want to see the psycho bouncing off the walls screaming at the invisible people that only exist to me. Any other day would have gotten your wish, but for some reason today is different. Could I have finally come to terms with the fact that I'm nothing more than a jobber here? Week after week I pass through those curtains determined to walk out the victor and sadly I fall victim to a special move or something to that affect and I get pinned for the three without fail. Then whomever managed to get the pinfall brags about beating the psycho that didn't seem that scary or dangerous, but I rise above it and continue on to a new day, another chance to have my winning moment, only to be disappointed. I'm not a joke. I'm something to snicker about around the food table or talked about backstage like some side show freak you drag out to please the paying customers. I'm a threat! I'm dangerous! I thrive on your screams and enjoy your red nectar, the sound of your bones breaking brings a smile to my face and your last breath will be my perfume. I'm cornered and you know what happens to animals that feel cornered? They attack!
Frustration doesn't begin to explain how I feel at this moment as I've had to swallow the bitter pill of losing yet another match. Since walking into this company I've lost every match that I've been in and I can't complain and say that I didn't go down swinging. In fact this last match with Blake Archer, no one can argue the fact that I gave my all. Congrats Blake, on the hard fought battle, but something tells me that I should be congratulating Dorian. I think our lil talk made him realize that he missed me and needed that injection of Pleasure. Blake, don't take offense, I'm sure that you had it in you the entire time to defeat me, but it just wasn't last night, no I pissed off your evil twin and he needed to fulfill is darkest desire and that was to play with me. Normally I'd be down in the dumps about my current record and probably question my abilities, but I made an impression here. Look here's Chambers' hair, I still keep it close to me, maybe someday I will get my second chance with her. Blake, we fooled them, they all bought the hatred, but we've been down so long there is nothing that can separate us. They saw only what we fed them and like lil piggy's they couldn't get enough and I'm sure even now they are dying for another dose, but we are far more dangerous together than we are apart and soon those tag titles are going to rest upon our shoulders.
This Guerrilla Warfare sounds like the perfect opportunity for someone to not only be the face of this company, but to cause total chaos amongst the ranks. I've been to war and came out on the other side and it changes you. Feeling your life hanging in the balance with every chose that you make. I have done so much damage and I have scars to prove what I survived. I've through Hell so many times even the devil, himself has a restraining order against me. This will be my crowning achievement, my one win that will go down in the history books as the epic battle and soon this face will be the only memory anyone will ever remember. Whomever dares to step in the ring with me at this juncture is attending their own funeral.
She bats the camera out of her face, snapping the spell that she had on the camera guy as even he didn't realize was possible. He turns tail and runs leaving her alone once again.
I have woken, you sneak as well as an elephant and for what? Did you come here to get post match comments? Take my temperature to see if I'm tearing down the walls with my bare hands, maybe that's what you want to see the psycho bouncing off the walls screaming at the invisible people that only exist to me. Any other day would have gotten your wish, but for some reason today is different. Could I have finally come to terms with the fact that I'm nothing more than a jobber here? Week after week I pass through those curtains determined to walk out the victor and sadly I fall victim to a special move or something to that affect and I get pinned for the three without fail. Then whomever managed to get the pinfall brags about beating the psycho that didn't seem that scary or dangerous, but I rise above it and continue on to a new day, another chance to have my winning moment, only to be disappointed. I'm not a joke. I'm something to snicker about around the food table or talked about backstage like some side show freak you drag out to please the paying customers. I'm a threat! I'm dangerous! I thrive on your screams and enjoy your red nectar, the sound of your bones breaking brings a smile to my face and your last breath will be my perfume. I'm cornered and you know what happens to animals that feel cornered? They attack!
Frustration doesn't begin to explain how I feel at this moment as I've had to swallow the bitter pill of losing yet another match. Since walking into this company I've lost every match that I've been in and I can't complain and say that I didn't go down swinging. In fact this last match with Blake Archer, no one can argue the fact that I gave my all. Congrats Blake, on the hard fought battle, but something tells me that I should be congratulating Dorian. I think our lil talk made him realize that he missed me and needed that injection of Pleasure. Blake, don't take offense, I'm sure that you had it in you the entire time to defeat me, but it just wasn't last night, no I pissed off your evil twin and he needed to fulfill is darkest desire and that was to play with me. Normally I'd be down in the dumps about my current record and probably question my abilities, but I made an impression here. Look here's Chambers' hair, I still keep it close to me, maybe someday I will get my second chance with her. Blake, we fooled them, they all bought the hatred, but we've been down so long there is nothing that can separate us. They saw only what we fed them and like lil piggy's they couldn't get enough and I'm sure even now they are dying for another dose, but we are far more dangerous together than we are apart and soon those tag titles are going to rest upon our shoulders.
This Guerrilla Warfare sounds like the perfect opportunity for someone to not only be the face of this company, but to cause total chaos amongst the ranks. I've been to war and came out on the other side and it changes you. Feeling your life hanging in the balance with every chose that you make. I have done so much damage and I have scars to prove what I survived. I've through Hell so many times even the devil, himself has a restraining order against me. This will be my crowning achievement, my one win that will go down in the history books as the epic battle and soon this face will be the only memory anyone will ever remember. Whomever dares to step in the ring with me at this juncture is attending their own funeral.
She bats the camera out of her face, snapping the spell that she had on the camera guy as even he didn't realize was possible. He turns tail and runs leaving her alone once again.
