Post by sayla on Feb 18, 2023 11:35:09 GMT
We fade in from black, and we find ourselves in a familiar small studio, however the last time we were here, it was neatly put together with various cosplay outfits and accessories all racked and shelved, however this time the room is a complete and utter mess as all the finished costumes have been put away, and we see various fabrics thrown about while naked mannequins wait to be dressed. After a second however, we see ROXIE GEARHERAT peek around to the front of the camera. Roxie smirks and winks to the camera before circling the camera around to face her revealing she is wearing, nothing but a pink sports bra, and very low rising sweatpants. Roxie sits back down, falling on top of a giant Snorlax beanbag before she starts to speak, in a very thick Cajun dialect
“Sorry fer the state of the studio, I got an outfit dat I’ve been wanting to do for long time stuck in mah head and it’s driven me up dat damn wall trying to get it done.”
Roxie pause and takes a deep breath. She scratches her head for a second before she continues.
“Mais, it’s been a while since y’all last saw Roxie Gearheart hasn’t it? Like, what it been, about two months since I done wrestled in The Limitless Chamber at Gods Amongst Men? Yeah, I ain’t gonna lie, I hadn’t really intended on missin’ two months of competin’ here in IPW, but then again ya ain’t really able to plan getting sprayed in the face with some toxic purple mist dat made me sicker than a goddamned dog while I was visitin’ mah boyfriend in his home promotion. Lemme tell ya, it not like I didn’t wanna come back and wrestle… cuz I did. But while mah spirit was willin’, mah flesh well, it ain’t wanna coo-operate whatsoevah… But, lemme tell y’all, it’ll take more than a bad allergic reaction to keep Roxie Gearheart from getting’ back to “rougarouin’” as mon défunt grand-père would say…”
Roxie lets out a small giggle, before continuing. Her thick Cajun accent toned down to what we’re normally used to hearing from her.
“Which actually does bring me to why I’ve been talkin’ like I’ve been… Now I’ll be honest, the main reason is cuz I ain’t had to talk in front of a camera fer two months. The other reason, is because on the twentieth, I’ll be getting back into an IPW ring and my opponent dat night is going to be John Blade. So, I figured if I was wrestling dat couillon, I could get away with letting go and pepperin’ in a bit more of the bayou in my voice… I mean I’m from a family of swamp folk, there are some in my family who can barely put together three words, let alone a sentence… and they make more sense when you talk to them than John Blade does when he has a microphone in his hands.”
Roxie bites her lower lip and looks away from the camera for a second. Shrugging her shoulders, she’d continue.
“But I ain’t just gonna talk shit about the way dat you talk John, it’d get too borin’… Nah, let’s talk about the fact dat yer like a wrestlin’ cockroach. There ain’t nobody dat wants y’all around, and yet ya seems to always pop up when people ain’t payin’ attention. On top of dat, cher… yer an arrogant dick who keeps demandin’ that ya be given this or given dat… and that ain’t how this business works sugah. I could on, and on about how I’m the greatest pure athlete to have evah stepped in between, and walked on top of them ropes… which, isn’t a lie… cuz I am… but even my cocky lil’ ass knows that since I ain’t been able to get in the ring fer so long, I have to prove myself… again. Something you still ain’t evah done John. You keep asking for these big matches, cuz yer asposta be Big Match John or whatevah stupid ass nickname ya gave yerself, but y’all haven’t beaten anyone to deserve it… and y’all still won’t have after that bell rings on Monday Night, cuz I am gonna be the one who gets herself back on track to earning a shot to become a champion”
Roxie rolls her eyes, laughing to herself before her face goes a bit more serious.
“When I first heard about this match being booked on Twittah, I laughed so hard dat our neighbors could hear. Because in all honesty, Big Match John Blade ain’t gonna be no match fer Roxie Gearheart. All dat he is, is a dated gimmick with no sense to realize how stupid he sounds when he opens his damned mouth. I mean, fuck he’s a rapper who can’t rhyme and has no idea what rhythm would be if a four/four pattern smacked him across the face… But on top of dat, he doesn’t realize how much of a skidmark he is on not only IPW, but professional wrestlin’ as a whole… and on Monday, I am going to try my damnedest to make that thick headed idiot realize this when I not only humiliate the evah livin’ fuck outta him, but send his ass back to Two-Thousand and Five, where he seems to be stuck anyway. I’ll see y’all in Glasgow.”
Roxie says with a smirk, as some sense of her usual pluckiness returns. She shakes her head slightly before standing up just enough to where she can smack the camera, causing it to spin back around to where it was originally positioned when the scene started before we fade out to black.