Post by Revy on Mar 23, 2019 6:46:15 GMT
(Revy is shown in the locker-room pacing back and forth erratically with a picture of Roni De Vil clutched her her hands. She turns towards the camera. She licks her lips and smiles)
Revy: Where did I come from? Where did I come from?! Bitch, you ever gone on youtube and just looked up “Crazy Psycho bitch brings flashbang to a wrestling match?” Yeah, that’s me. I’m kind of a big deal. Like a meme. “LOL Revy wins?” I mean, you ain’t wrong. All those women that lost to me, they should be embarrassed, ashamed. Because anyone and everyone that knows me would know that I tend to lose more often than I win. Heck, even I’m surprised I’ve made it this far. I don’t know what god has my back so far since I’ve arrived at here at LAW. Maybe it’s Vishu? Maybe it’s Jesus? Maybe it’s Buddha, Satan, or Oprah, but I’m not going to lie. I feel unstoppable. I feel like I can beat anyone. I feel like no matter what, tomorrow night, I’m going to beat your face in with a ladder, grab the LAW Championship, storm into Cameron’s office and be all like, “So do you like apples? Yeah? Well, I beat Roni De Vil and I’m LAW Champion! How do you like them apples, BITCH?!!”
Last time I checked, this is Cameron’s show, not yours. I’m not going into this match at Lethal Hearts to beat you. Get the fuck over yourself. I’m here to get a job here and beating you just happens to be a part of the fun. You think I’m scared just because I walk into someone else’s home and next thing I know, there are two freaky twins there, waiting for me, like this is some shining shit. But guess what… HEEEEEEEEERESSSSSSS REVY!! A Gun in one hand, and bottle of jack in the order, ready to tear your kingdom down and color it red. You feeling me? Do you understand what I’m talking about? Didn’t you hear what Cameron has been calling me these past few weeks? Woman done call me a homewrecker, and you best believe I’m going to walk all up in your place, mud on my shoes , jumping all over your furniture, eating your food, breaking shit, starting fires, and guess what bitch? I ain’t even gonna flush. Just going to go in, take a shit, and leave it as a reminder for you that you are Number 2. And don’t worry, LAW can still be “your place.”
But you see, I’m kind of like that next door neighbor that moved in that you are gonna want to keep an eye on. Either I’m gonna do my thang, and you are going to be accept it and be fine with it. You know, you mind your own business and there won’t be any trouble. Or are you going to be that bitch that calls over some kind of disturbance, only to aggravate me to a point where I’m going to play my music louder, drink more, and be even worse. Who do you think you are? Like you can scare me? I’ve seen things, I’ve done things. Things that makes you question your humanity. Things that keep you up at night and should probably see a therapist. But fuck my therapist. Fuck those people that tell me that I need to get help. Fuck Cameron for making me having to jump through so many hoops just to get at job in LAW. And most of all, Fuck you, Roni. God that name triggers me so much! Like you have no idea. I need a drink. I need a drink to settle my nerves. One moment.
(Revy pops open a bottle of whisky and proceeds to drink from the bottle. She takes one drink and puts it down, … only to immediately consume the whole bottle one hold up a finger at the camera signaling it to wait until she finishes. Revy finishes and lets up a huge sigh, before tossing the bottle against the wall.)
Woooo!! LETHAL HEART!! Let’s do this! It’s gonna get cray cray all up in here. Roni, Roni! Roni!!!!! I got a secret to tell you. But you can’t tell anyone, ok? You ready?
(Revy whispers to the camera, “I’m drunk.”)
DRUNK ON POWER THAT IS!! BAM! SEE WHAT I DID THERE!! WOO, REVY!! MAKE WRESTLING GREAT AGAIN!! I gotta tell you, Roni. My first decree when I am the LAW Champion…. Ban all the Asians from from LAW… Except April. She cool with me… and she can’t beat me either, so she isn’t a threat. As for the Shibata sisters, or whatever they are called. Sa….ka…raba? What about them? I don’t know yet, but I’m thinking we build a wall, and I’ll make JET pay for it. LAW is gonna be huuuge. Revy gonna blow up in 2019! And Roni, as for you. Pff, you ain’t my Queen. I didn’t vote for you. My Queen is sitting at home with my boys, and you can bet she is going to be cheering her heart out for me, and you know what, De Vil? You ain’t going to be getting my best! No. You gonna get my worse, because I’m about to go all the way up there to Hawthorn Heights and I’m going to bring you all the way down to my level.
I might not look like you. You look like an actual athlete, and probably someone that Cameron would be proud to call her champion. You got the looks, talents, and the arrogances. But I need this job. Booze isn’t cheap. And what is going to kick your ass is good ole fashion American elbow grease and every damn dirty trick in the book. Oh, I’m going into this match to match every hold and punch or kick you throw at me. I’m going to pull your hair, punch you in the groin, screaming, “THAT’S MY PURSE, I DON’T KNOW YOU?” hell, I might just even bite you. Call me Mike Tyson… Because I’m in the mood for ears!
Roni. I don’t believe I can be LAW Champion. Never had, never will. But look at how far that has taken me. I’m here, aren’t I? In the finals, closer than ever, because at the end of the day, I’m just doing whatever the hell I want to do. I want to be a part of LAW, and now, I’m fighting for it’s grandest prize yet. It’s frickin crazy and scary how good I can be if I tried, so while here you are talking about how you beat all those bitches. I’m here to lay down the facts about how I, a random nobody, am essentially winning at life. I mean, how long and hard did you have to work here to get an opportunity like this? Doesn’t it just piss you off that I can just walk my way in here, have not even signed an official contract, in fact, I’m still a free agent, and I’m still competing for a title you want so badly, where here I am, just really wanting to win it just so I can rub it in the boss’ face. Well, that’s America for you!
My god, I love this country. My god I love this job. It’s not every day you get beat up some random woman in a ladder match and fight for a championship that I would imagine include prize money, a free open bar, and 3 wishes. I don’t know, never won a championship, so I don’t know how that works. It still new to me. But that’s about to change!! EVERYTHING IS COMING UP REVY NOW!!
(Revy lets out a really obnoxious loud and long laugh.)
Ah, Roni. You crazy, gurl. You crazy. I mean, DE VIL….That’s a hilarious play on names. But guess what, home slice. My family name is McQueen. As in, M.C. Queen, and I’m about to spit some fire on ya. BOYS!!
(Two boys jump into the camera shot and strike a pose)
Drop a beat for me!
(The Boys, Consuelo and Cameron begin to drop a sick beat, while Revy starts to get into it. Revy starts to throw up gang signs)
Ah yeah!! Bois!! Lethal Angels of Wrestling. You feelin’ me?
Can’t touch this! Here we go! Here we go!
(Before Revy can rap, her brother steps in front of the camera to stop it from happening.)
The hell, bruh?!! I was about to drop this fool with my ill rhymes! You wanna get shot?
Moongoose: Revy, the last time you tried to rap, you got us banned from Harlem and killed any street cred we had. Now you need to get your head into the game for Lethal Hearts. You can do this. Kick her ass.
Revy: God damn right, I’m gonna kick her ass.
Moongoose: And apologize to Cameron for causing her so much trouble.
Revy:…….. I’m not apologizing. Consuela better. And how is it my fault her man has a thing for Asian woman? The man is a total weeb and I don’t want none of that. I mean, I can’t blame him for wanting in on…. THIS… but I am a happily married woman. Heck, I’m pretty sure I can sue her for this kind of discrimination to not hire me because of my past affiliation with her man.
Moongoose: Then why don’t you?
Revy: Well, I need a fuckin job first to hire lawyers… DUH!!
(Moongoose looks on in disbelief as he shakes his head. He places a hand on Revy’s shoulders and patting it.)
Moongoose: Roni….. Cameron… I’m sorry. She’s your problem now. Best of luck.
(Moongoose walks away as Revy and the Boys look on in confusion.)
Revy: Damn right, I’m their problem! I’m going to win and I’m going to make everyone’s life hell here! Just watch me! They ain’t seen nothing yet!
(Revy pulls out the picture of Roni De Vil once more. She stares at it for a couple of seconds, before she bites into it, and shreds it, shaking it furiously like a rabid animal. She spits the picture on the ground before turning towards to the camera once more with a sadistic smile on her face as the screen goes to black.)
Revy: Where did I come from? Where did I come from?! Bitch, you ever gone on youtube and just looked up “Crazy Psycho bitch brings flashbang to a wrestling match?” Yeah, that’s me. I’m kind of a big deal. Like a meme. “LOL Revy wins?” I mean, you ain’t wrong. All those women that lost to me, they should be embarrassed, ashamed. Because anyone and everyone that knows me would know that I tend to lose more often than I win. Heck, even I’m surprised I’ve made it this far. I don’t know what god has my back so far since I’ve arrived at here at LAW. Maybe it’s Vishu? Maybe it’s Jesus? Maybe it’s Buddha, Satan, or Oprah, but I’m not going to lie. I feel unstoppable. I feel like I can beat anyone. I feel like no matter what, tomorrow night, I’m going to beat your face in with a ladder, grab the LAW Championship, storm into Cameron’s office and be all like, “So do you like apples? Yeah? Well, I beat Roni De Vil and I’m LAW Champion! How do you like them apples, BITCH?!!”
Last time I checked, this is Cameron’s show, not yours. I’m not going into this match at Lethal Hearts to beat you. Get the fuck over yourself. I’m here to get a job here and beating you just happens to be a part of the fun. You think I’m scared just because I walk into someone else’s home and next thing I know, there are two freaky twins there, waiting for me, like this is some shining shit. But guess what… HEEEEEEEEERESSSSSSS REVY!! A Gun in one hand, and bottle of jack in the order, ready to tear your kingdom down and color it red. You feeling me? Do you understand what I’m talking about? Didn’t you hear what Cameron has been calling me these past few weeks? Woman done call me a homewrecker, and you best believe I’m going to walk all up in your place, mud on my shoes , jumping all over your furniture, eating your food, breaking shit, starting fires, and guess what bitch? I ain’t even gonna flush. Just going to go in, take a shit, and leave it as a reminder for you that you are Number 2. And don’t worry, LAW can still be “your place.”
But you see, I’m kind of like that next door neighbor that moved in that you are gonna want to keep an eye on. Either I’m gonna do my thang, and you are going to be accept it and be fine with it. You know, you mind your own business and there won’t be any trouble. Or are you going to be that bitch that calls over some kind of disturbance, only to aggravate me to a point where I’m going to play my music louder, drink more, and be even worse. Who do you think you are? Like you can scare me? I’ve seen things, I’ve done things. Things that makes you question your humanity. Things that keep you up at night and should probably see a therapist. But fuck my therapist. Fuck those people that tell me that I need to get help. Fuck Cameron for making me having to jump through so many hoops just to get at job in LAW. And most of all, Fuck you, Roni. God that name triggers me so much! Like you have no idea. I need a drink. I need a drink to settle my nerves. One moment.
(Revy pops open a bottle of whisky and proceeds to drink from the bottle. She takes one drink and puts it down, … only to immediately consume the whole bottle one hold up a finger at the camera signaling it to wait until she finishes. Revy finishes and lets up a huge sigh, before tossing the bottle against the wall.)
Woooo!! LETHAL HEART!! Let’s do this! It’s gonna get cray cray all up in here. Roni, Roni! Roni!!!!! I got a secret to tell you. But you can’t tell anyone, ok? You ready?
(Revy whispers to the camera, “I’m drunk.”)
DRUNK ON POWER THAT IS!! BAM! SEE WHAT I DID THERE!! WOO, REVY!! MAKE WRESTLING GREAT AGAIN!! I gotta tell you, Roni. My first decree when I am the LAW Champion…. Ban all the Asians from from LAW… Except April. She cool with me… and she can’t beat me either, so she isn’t a threat. As for the Shibata sisters, or whatever they are called. Sa….ka…raba? What about them? I don’t know yet, but I’m thinking we build a wall, and I’ll make JET pay for it. LAW is gonna be huuuge. Revy gonna blow up in 2019! And Roni, as for you. Pff, you ain’t my Queen. I didn’t vote for you. My Queen is sitting at home with my boys, and you can bet she is going to be cheering her heart out for me, and you know what, De Vil? You ain’t going to be getting my best! No. You gonna get my worse, because I’m about to go all the way up there to Hawthorn Heights and I’m going to bring you all the way down to my level.
I might not look like you. You look like an actual athlete, and probably someone that Cameron would be proud to call her champion. You got the looks, talents, and the arrogances. But I need this job. Booze isn’t cheap. And what is going to kick your ass is good ole fashion American elbow grease and every damn dirty trick in the book. Oh, I’m going into this match to match every hold and punch or kick you throw at me. I’m going to pull your hair, punch you in the groin, screaming, “THAT’S MY PURSE, I DON’T KNOW YOU?” hell, I might just even bite you. Call me Mike Tyson… Because I’m in the mood for ears!
Roni. I don’t believe I can be LAW Champion. Never had, never will. But look at how far that has taken me. I’m here, aren’t I? In the finals, closer than ever, because at the end of the day, I’m just doing whatever the hell I want to do. I want to be a part of LAW, and now, I’m fighting for it’s grandest prize yet. It’s frickin crazy and scary how good I can be if I tried, so while here you are talking about how you beat all those bitches. I’m here to lay down the facts about how I, a random nobody, am essentially winning at life. I mean, how long and hard did you have to work here to get an opportunity like this? Doesn’t it just piss you off that I can just walk my way in here, have not even signed an official contract, in fact, I’m still a free agent, and I’m still competing for a title you want so badly, where here I am, just really wanting to win it just so I can rub it in the boss’ face. Well, that’s America for you!
My god, I love this country. My god I love this job. It’s not every day you get beat up some random woman in a ladder match and fight for a championship that I would imagine include prize money, a free open bar, and 3 wishes. I don’t know, never won a championship, so I don’t know how that works. It still new to me. But that’s about to change!! EVERYTHING IS COMING UP REVY NOW!!
(Revy lets out a really obnoxious loud and long laugh.)
Ah, Roni. You crazy, gurl. You crazy. I mean, DE VIL….That’s a hilarious play on names. But guess what, home slice. My family name is McQueen. As in, M.C. Queen, and I’m about to spit some fire on ya. BOYS!!
(Two boys jump into the camera shot and strike a pose)
Drop a beat for me!
(The Boys, Consuelo and Cameron begin to drop a sick beat, while Revy starts to get into it. Revy starts to throw up gang signs)
Ah yeah!! Bois!! Lethal Angels of Wrestling. You feelin’ me?
Can’t touch this! Here we go! Here we go!
(Before Revy can rap, her brother steps in front of the camera to stop it from happening.)
The hell, bruh?!! I was about to drop this fool with my ill rhymes! You wanna get shot?
Moongoose: Revy, the last time you tried to rap, you got us banned from Harlem and killed any street cred we had. Now you need to get your head into the game for Lethal Hearts. You can do this. Kick her ass.
Revy: God damn right, I’m gonna kick her ass.
Moongoose: And apologize to Cameron for causing her so much trouble.
Revy:…….. I’m not apologizing. Consuela better. And how is it my fault her man has a thing for Asian woman? The man is a total weeb and I don’t want none of that. I mean, I can’t blame him for wanting in on…. THIS… but I am a happily married woman. Heck, I’m pretty sure I can sue her for this kind of discrimination to not hire me because of my past affiliation with her man.
Moongoose: Then why don’t you?
Revy: Well, I need a fuckin job first to hire lawyers… DUH!!
(Moongoose looks on in disbelief as he shakes his head. He places a hand on Revy’s shoulders and patting it.)
Moongoose: Roni….. Cameron… I’m sorry. She’s your problem now. Best of luck.
(Moongoose walks away as Revy and the Boys look on in confusion.)
Revy: Damn right, I’m their problem! I’m going to win and I’m going to make everyone’s life hell here! Just watch me! They ain’t seen nothing yet!
(Revy pulls out the picture of Roni De Vil once more. She stares at it for a couple of seconds, before she bites into it, and shreds it, shaking it furiously like a rabid animal. She spits the picture on the ground before turning towards to the camera once more with a sadistic smile on her face as the screen goes to black.)