Post by Revy on Oct 20, 2019 4:49:57 GMT
Last Woman Standing. Where April and I fight to the point none of us can stand no more. There are no rules. There are no disqualifications. There is no fancy schmancy wrestling moves needed to win the match. Just a little bit of grit, some creativity, and good ole fashion beat each other senseless. I gotta say, I'm feeling real good for Finishline. Now that April and I've have aired out our dirty laundry. I know that April is still smug as ever thinking that I don't have a chance to win, I been spending the last couple of days. Thinking. Drinking. More thinking. More drinking. Trying to come up with a strategy to dethrone her. I beat her once, but I had the element of surprise on her. Now, she knows I'm capable. She knows I'm tougher than I look. She has taken extra pre-caution to not become the latest victim of becoming “Revy'd”
It's gonna be tough to pull a fast one on April. It's one thing to pin someone on their back, and 3 seconds later, you win. But it's another to beat them down for a 10 count, which can feel like an eternity. Like, trust me when I say, April is a Power Top, not a Power Bottom. She ain't gonna be the one laying on her back. But that's part of the challenge. I'm not just here to take away her Lethal Specialist Championship. I'm here to make her my bitch. After all, whether it's when we are in the ring, in the locker room or even at the bar, I can feel it. I can sense it. My Revy-tingles tell me. April Song is looking down on me. Crazy right? Thinking that April might be one of the few people that actually believes I can be something bigger, but at the same time, view me as inferior. It's like when in the game, the Pok'eman Champion meets your character, and they are like, “I need your help to defeat Team Focket.” Then they praise you, and next thing you know, you get to the end, and they are like, “”Bitch”, that's what I named my character, you aren't ready yet?” And next thing you know, 25 revives and full restores later, you got bit. Ya bit. And the worse part? When you fight them again, it's the same ole same ole shit. Like, “WHAT DO I GOTTA DO TO GET YOUR APPROVAL?”
Sure, sure, that is just a game, and I was pretty wasted when I got to that point. But you know, playing it, really opened my eyes about April. Now my psychiatrist, my step-brother, thinks this is because I have no friends, and April is the only one that has intentionally stepped in to try to have a real connection with me, in a way, has become like that of an “older sister.” And all this frustration, probably has more to do with me having an inferiority complex to my older and more successful brother who happens to share a lot of traits that April has, and that my irrational hate for April has more to do my issues with Moongoose. After all, Moongoose treats me like a little sister when he is literally only like 20 seconds older than me, and is always like, “Revy, you got potential this, you can do anything you want to do that, and you should probably be drinking in moderation.”
No, no. I don't have a damn drinking problem. I have a problem with people telling me I have a drinking problem! And... and... what was I talking about? Oh right, April. April, you aren't my brother, so stop treating me like a charity case. I don't know why you accepted this match. Maybe you felt bad for me, or maybe you believed that you needed an easy win, but I'm gonna make you regret making that decision. I'm gonna make you regret giving me this shot. I'm gonna make you regret the day you met me and tried to “help me” be a “better person.” Because at the end of the day, I am as bad as they say I am. Believe me, there is no line that I won't cross to win this match at Finishline. If knocking you out don't work, I'll bust your knee cap til you can't stand. If breaking your legs don't work, I'll work on the neck and spine and cause you nerve damage. All because Mommy loved you more.and didn't hug me enough..... I mean... all because you couldn't be honest with me and lied to my face, like as if I had to be protected. Protected from who? Myself? You? Please.
I don't need no damn protection. What I do need is vindication that doing things my way actually works? After all, it seems like no matter how big a scene I make, no matter what I say or do. I'm always in someone's shadow. My brothers, and even you. Because after all, If April Song couldn't do it, Revy sure as hell doesn't have a chance. Why pick Revy when April Song is there? April Song isn't an alcoholic and is probably a more stable choice? April Song a better Role model than Revy. Ok, that last one is probably true, but the rest.... pfff. Fuck those. Do you have any idea what it's like to be constantly be the one to be compared to someone else, knowing you simply aren't born to be as talented. To have other talents, only to have those overlooked because sharpshooting, coming up with military tactics, and baking aren't as useful in today's society? The sad reality is, I will never be a great wrestler. I will never be able to catch up to the likes of you and other wrestling prodigies no matter how hard I work. Ladder matches, catch on catch, or holds, it's all foreign to me. But when it comes to fighting, I have experience there. I know enough human anatomy to know which shots are fatal, and I can utilize that knowledge in a brawl. There is a lot of things people don't know about me, but that's really more that I simply haven't been given a proper stage or setting to show it off. Last Woman Standing, I'm gonna show ya.
I'm gonna show you all. Revy doesn't stay down long. I'm gonna show y'all that Revy is a genius in her own way. I'm gonna show the world how good I can be, and sure, maybe not being a great wrestler is gonna hurt me on the long run. But I'm not worried about how good a champion I'm gonna be, I'm focused on how I become a champion. My mind is just brewing with ideas. Plan A to Z. Hundreds of plans to take you down. And if none of it works, well, back to the drawing board and I'll try again. Because either I win it my way, or I don't win at all, and this, April. You think you've seen what I can do. Dear, you ain't seen nothing yet.
It's gonna be tough to pull a fast one on April. It's one thing to pin someone on their back, and 3 seconds later, you win. But it's another to beat them down for a 10 count, which can feel like an eternity. Like, trust me when I say, April is a Power Top, not a Power Bottom. She ain't gonna be the one laying on her back. But that's part of the challenge. I'm not just here to take away her Lethal Specialist Championship. I'm here to make her my bitch. After all, whether it's when we are in the ring, in the locker room or even at the bar, I can feel it. I can sense it. My Revy-tingles tell me. April Song is looking down on me. Crazy right? Thinking that April might be one of the few people that actually believes I can be something bigger, but at the same time, view me as inferior. It's like when in the game, the Pok'eman Champion meets your character, and they are like, “I need your help to defeat Team Focket.” Then they praise you, and next thing you know, you get to the end, and they are like, “”Bitch”, that's what I named my character, you aren't ready yet?” And next thing you know, 25 revives and full restores later, you got bit. Ya bit. And the worse part? When you fight them again, it's the same ole same ole shit. Like, “WHAT DO I GOTTA DO TO GET YOUR APPROVAL?”
Sure, sure, that is just a game, and I was pretty wasted when I got to that point. But you know, playing it, really opened my eyes about April. Now my psychiatrist, my step-brother, thinks this is because I have no friends, and April is the only one that has intentionally stepped in to try to have a real connection with me, in a way, has become like that of an “older sister.” And all this frustration, probably has more to do with me having an inferiority complex to my older and more successful brother who happens to share a lot of traits that April has, and that my irrational hate for April has more to do my issues with Moongoose. After all, Moongoose treats me like a little sister when he is literally only like 20 seconds older than me, and is always like, “Revy, you got potential this, you can do anything you want to do that, and you should probably be drinking in moderation.”
No, no. I don't have a damn drinking problem. I have a problem with people telling me I have a drinking problem! And... and... what was I talking about? Oh right, April. April, you aren't my brother, so stop treating me like a charity case. I don't know why you accepted this match. Maybe you felt bad for me, or maybe you believed that you needed an easy win, but I'm gonna make you regret making that decision. I'm gonna make you regret giving me this shot. I'm gonna make you regret the day you met me and tried to “help me” be a “better person.” Because at the end of the day, I am as bad as they say I am. Believe me, there is no line that I won't cross to win this match at Finishline. If knocking you out don't work, I'll bust your knee cap til you can't stand. If breaking your legs don't work, I'll work on the neck and spine and cause you nerve damage. All because Mommy loved you more.and didn't hug me enough..... I mean... all because you couldn't be honest with me and lied to my face, like as if I had to be protected. Protected from who? Myself? You? Please.
I don't need no damn protection. What I do need is vindication that doing things my way actually works? After all, it seems like no matter how big a scene I make, no matter what I say or do. I'm always in someone's shadow. My brothers, and even you. Because after all, If April Song couldn't do it, Revy sure as hell doesn't have a chance. Why pick Revy when April Song is there? April Song isn't an alcoholic and is probably a more stable choice? April Song a better Role model than Revy. Ok, that last one is probably true, but the rest.... pfff. Fuck those. Do you have any idea what it's like to be constantly be the one to be compared to someone else, knowing you simply aren't born to be as talented. To have other talents, only to have those overlooked because sharpshooting, coming up with military tactics, and baking aren't as useful in today's society? The sad reality is, I will never be a great wrestler. I will never be able to catch up to the likes of you and other wrestling prodigies no matter how hard I work. Ladder matches, catch on catch, or holds, it's all foreign to me. But when it comes to fighting, I have experience there. I know enough human anatomy to know which shots are fatal, and I can utilize that knowledge in a brawl. There is a lot of things people don't know about me, but that's really more that I simply haven't been given a proper stage or setting to show it off. Last Woman Standing, I'm gonna show ya.
I'm gonna show you all. Revy doesn't stay down long. I'm gonna show y'all that Revy is a genius in her own way. I'm gonna show the world how good I can be, and sure, maybe not being a great wrestler is gonna hurt me on the long run. But I'm not worried about how good a champion I'm gonna be, I'm focused on how I become a champion. My mind is just brewing with ideas. Plan A to Z. Hundreds of plans to take you down. And if none of it works, well, back to the drawing board and I'll try again. Because either I win it my way, or I don't win at all, and this, April. You think you've seen what I can do. Dear, you ain't seen nothing yet.