Chain Reaction #2: Mary-Lynn Mayweather vs. Perfection
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John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
Always Perfect
FADEIN...
[Perfection is in a white silk bathrobe in a pair of shorts underneath. He seems to be at some sort of day spa with a short haired blonde filing his nails for him. Perfection in a relaxing chair that only he himself can make look as though royalty belongs in it.]
PERFECTION: Defeat is hard thing to live by, live by the count, die by the count it all works out in the end.
But I don't have to worry about that, being the fact that I not only trashed Dal-Fan but looked glorious doing it. And now I stand ready to compete in the Emerald Tournament for a title that will be sitting around my waist.
I didn't even mess up my hair in that match with Dal-Fan. This hair that was very expensive to do.
Chain Reaction Two, be prepared for this Perfection, this perfect image, and perfect symbol of man.
Evolution has come such a long way and the Neanderthals that roam the locker rooms, cannot compare to this bold, beautiful body.
The Romans nor the Greeks would be able to sculpt this.
[Perfection lifts his hand that is being done slightly to examine]
PERFECTION: Ease on the file there, love.
[The girl giggles gently]
PERFECTION: Like I stated last week, I deserve my time with the title, only twenty-four karat gold shall touch this skin. The only true male in this damn company, the one and only Perfection of image, class, and touch.
[Perfection takes his free hand and rubs it against the girls cheek]
PERFECTION: Earn it? Have I heard the words earn it?
[Perfection smirks undoing his robe slightly running his hands down his perfectly toned 8 pack]
PERFECTION: This is dedication, something that I have spent years crafting.
While you lower rank and file wait for your time to come, I demand it to. Because like the true man I am, I have these.
[He grabs his testicles then puts his hand back on the arm rest]
PERFECTION: Balls.
The one thing that is lacking in this industry other than dianabol, winni-v, and test suspension. Trust me, make the investment.
I have them, others lack 'em.
That's how you separate the wolves from the sheep, the predator amongst the prey.
Balls.
If there is one law of nature it's that the strong eat the weak and become stronger. They take what they want and give nothing in return.
[He winks down at the girl that has moved down to his feet fixing his toenails slightly. Perfection looks down pointing at the girl as she does his feet]
PERFECTION: Is this, different? Yes. Is it something to fear, hell no. Because in order to be great, to be stunning in every aspect you can not fear a simple mani-pedi.
Again, balls.
To be able to admit to having them, means you are at step one, don't try this at home.
As for my post antics in Chain Reaction, no woman has ever gotten anything they didn't have coming towards them, may it be ten thousand dollars or a briefcase to the face.
Trust me when I tell you this, I did you a favor rearranging that mug of yours. That cash should be in my hands and is.
Because you have tits, a pretty little mouth, and durable knees. There isn't a question in my mind as to why Kimball Cho handed you that damn money.
But as we can clearly see.
[He reaches behind his luxurious chair pulling out the metal briefcase.]
PERFECTION: The money is being well spent.
It takes a certain type of man to understand that when he is the best he needs to demonstrate it time and time again. If that means changing the outcome of situations, then so be it. It takes...
B-A-L-L-S.
Don't get me wrong, I understand why the fans called out your name, Mary. You are a chick, you are an image of sex. Of course they wouldn't chant the name of a man they are jealous of, a man they can never be.
So, by default that cash is in the hands of the rightful owner. It was a prize for the best performer, the one wrestler that out-shinned the others.
I-E, ME.
I have the money, I have the looks, I have the skill. All that missing is a piece of gold that should be sitting around my waist.
[Perfection sets the briefcase back down as the girl looks at the case then at him]
PERFECTION: Yes, I carry a briefcase around with ten thousand dollars in it. Now, get some of that coco-butter on my calves before I hit the sauna, darlin'.
[He looks at the camera]
PERFECTION: We can't have women running around as the new hot ticket. We can't have scrawny, oiled up skinnies in the ring trying to look as good as this.
[Perfection puts his hands behind his head]
PERFECTION: There is only one man in this damn company that can be...
Simply....Perfect....
[The girl bits her bottom lip as she rubs Perfections calf slightly]
FADE OUT
FADEIN...
[Perfection is in a white silk bathrobe in a pair of shorts underneath. He seems to be at some sort of day spa with a short haired blonde filing his nails for him. Perfection in a relaxing chair that only he himself can make look as though royalty belongs in it.]
PERFECTION: Defeat is hard thing to live by, live by the count, die by the count it all works out in the end.
But I don't have to worry about that, being the fact that I not only trashed Dal-Fan but looked glorious doing it. And now I stand ready to compete in the Emerald Tournament for a title that will be sitting around my waist.
I didn't even mess up my hair in that match with Dal-Fan. This hair that was very expensive to do.
Chain Reaction Two, be prepared for this Perfection, this perfect image, and perfect symbol of man.
Evolution has come such a long way and the Neanderthals that roam the locker rooms, cannot compare to this bold, beautiful body.
The Romans nor the Greeks would be able to sculpt this.
[Perfection lifts his hand that is being done slightly to examine]
PERFECTION: Ease on the file there, love.
[The girl giggles gently]
PERFECTION: Like I stated last week, I deserve my time with the title, only twenty-four karat gold shall touch this skin. The only true male in this damn company, the one and only Perfection of image, class, and touch.
[Perfection takes his free hand and rubs it against the girls cheek]
PERFECTION: Earn it? Have I heard the words earn it?
[Perfection smirks undoing his robe slightly running his hands down his perfectly toned 8 pack]
PERFECTION: This is dedication, something that I have spent years crafting.
While you lower rank and file wait for your time to come, I demand it to. Because like the true man I am, I have these.
[He grabs his testicles then puts his hand back on the arm rest]
PERFECTION: Balls.
The one thing that is lacking in this industry other than dianabol, winni-v, and test suspension. Trust me, make the investment.
I have them, others lack 'em.
That's how you separate the wolves from the sheep, the predator amongst the prey.
Balls.
If there is one law of nature it's that the strong eat the weak and become stronger. They take what they want and give nothing in return.
[He winks down at the girl that has moved down to his feet fixing his toenails slightly. Perfection looks down pointing at the girl as she does his feet]
PERFECTION: Is this, different? Yes. Is it something to fear, hell no. Because in order to be great, to be stunning in every aspect you can not fear a simple mani-pedi.
Again, balls.
To be able to admit to having them, means you are at step one, don't try this at home.
As for my post antics in Chain Reaction, no woman has ever gotten anything they didn't have coming towards them, may it be ten thousand dollars or a briefcase to the face.
Trust me when I tell you this, I did you a favor rearranging that mug of yours. That cash should be in my hands and is.
Because you have tits, a pretty little mouth, and durable knees. There isn't a question in my mind as to why Kimball Cho handed you that damn money.
But as we can clearly see.
[He reaches behind his luxurious chair pulling out the metal briefcase.]
PERFECTION: The money is being well spent.
It takes a certain type of man to understand that when he is the best he needs to demonstrate it time and time again. If that means changing the outcome of situations, then so be it. It takes...
B-A-L-L-S.
Don't get me wrong, I understand why the fans called out your name, Mary. You are a chick, you are an image of sex. Of course they wouldn't chant the name of a man they are jealous of, a man they can never be.
So, by default that cash is in the hands of the rightful owner. It was a prize for the best performer, the one wrestler that out-shinned the others.
I-E, ME.
I have the money, I have the looks, I have the skill. All that missing is a piece of gold that should be sitting around my waist.
[Perfection sets the briefcase back down as the girl looks at the case then at him]
PERFECTION: Yes, I carry a briefcase around with ten thousand dollars in it. Now, get some of that coco-butter on my calves before I hit the sauna, darlin'.
[He looks at the camera]
PERFECTION: We can't have women running around as the new hot ticket. We can't have scrawny, oiled up skinnies in the ring trying to look as good as this.
[Perfection puts his hands behind his head]
PERFECTION: There is only one man in this damn company that can be...
Simply....Perfect....
[The girl bits her bottom lip as she rubs Perfections calf slightly]
FADE OUT