Post by Mischa Killings on May 4, 2018 13:23:23 GMT -8
THE DEATH NOTE: They Are Not Wrestling
The sun was setting and the purple and orange sky smears itself over a middle class neighborhood in LaDera Heights. No neon glow, no freaks, no nightlife. Mischa Killings, the beautiful and curvaceous self proclaimed Queen of the Squared Circle is standing on the top of a jungle gym play set on an empty school playground. Step by step she moves slowly across the railing of the monkey bars. In a swift movement she somersaults forward, landing her feet perfectly against the metal before leaping off and hanging on with her hands. She drops to the gravel below and then grabs her water bottle and takes a sip.
MISCHA KILLINGS: "CWD... how do we put up with it? We all love someone to hate, but Britney Anders and Kendrick Kross are just pushing nerves now. Some might say backroom politics, but I say it's full blown narcissism. Since day one, Anders has been showing up when she wants, anytime she wants and acting in any manner she wants and that's bull shit. There must be an end to this. There must be an end to them."
She takes another sip of a water while looking around the playground.
MISCHA KILLINGS: "Now, I came up short, that I did. I'll take that loss and keep moving on. Talia Areano put up a hell of a fight and in the end she came out the winner. This next match that I have coming up will be one for the career. One to elevate me to a platform that I had not reached yet in this company. I want to be great. I want to be better than great, but I don't want to become like Kendrick Kross and Britney Anders. They are so power hungry and it's all for what? A false life. A false likely-hood that any of us in the back, or any of these people will respect your in-ring ability. You suck. Britney spends half her time playing games and faking injuries and wasting time while Kendrick Kross moves at a snails pace with a "can't nobody tell me nothing" attitude. That's not wrestling. That's not what the California Wrestling Division represents. That's not what we, and by we, I mean Brady Vega, Maki, Equinox, Broseph, Dickie Watson, to name a few... that's not what we do. We show up, punch in our time card, put on a show for the fans, and leave an impression that last forever."
"What do you two clowns do? You punch in, then you show up, and when you show up it's all so that you can step in front of the camera and say "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME. I'M HERE. LOOK AT ME. I LOOK THE SAME AS I DID LAST TIME. BUT HEY IT'S ME. HI." And no one cares to see you. You're a shame to professional wrestling and personally, I take it as insulting. You're stepping into the danger zone and it's boom goes the dynamite when you step into the ring with me. I'm teamed with Brady Vega who may be passed out in the back on xans before we ever get a chance to begin this match but that's fine by me because it is my ultimate goal to smack the taste of Britney's mouth and to kick Kendrick Kross right in the balls."
"The idea of Britney Anders being anything other than a commentator in professional wrestling is just atrocious. She talks non-stop, she's only OVER because we are, well.. over, her. At Wrestling Clinic 2, the California Heritage Champion and his disrespectful pack rat of ratchets will get a taste of their own medicine. They will taste sweet defeat amongst the killings floor."
Mischa smiles and takes another sip of water before climbing back onto the top of the monkey bars.
The sun was setting and the purple and orange sky smears itself over a middle class neighborhood in LaDera Heights. No neon glow, no freaks, no nightlife. Mischa Killings, the beautiful and curvaceous self proclaimed Queen of the Squared Circle is standing on the top of a jungle gym play set on an empty school playground. Step by step she moves slowly across the railing of the monkey bars. In a swift movement she somersaults forward, landing her feet perfectly against the metal before leaping off and hanging on with her hands. She drops to the gravel below and then grabs her water bottle and takes a sip.
MISCHA KILLINGS: "CWD... how do we put up with it? We all love someone to hate, but Britney Anders and Kendrick Kross are just pushing nerves now. Some might say backroom politics, but I say it's full blown narcissism. Since day one, Anders has been showing up when she wants, anytime she wants and acting in any manner she wants and that's bull shit. There must be an end to this. There must be an end to them."
She takes another sip of a water while looking around the playground.
MISCHA KILLINGS: "Now, I came up short, that I did. I'll take that loss and keep moving on. Talia Areano put up a hell of a fight and in the end she came out the winner. This next match that I have coming up will be one for the career. One to elevate me to a platform that I had not reached yet in this company. I want to be great. I want to be better than great, but I don't want to become like Kendrick Kross and Britney Anders. They are so power hungry and it's all for what? A false life. A false likely-hood that any of us in the back, or any of these people will respect your in-ring ability. You suck. Britney spends half her time playing games and faking injuries and wasting time while Kendrick Kross moves at a snails pace with a "can't nobody tell me nothing" attitude. That's not wrestling. That's not what the California Wrestling Division represents. That's not what we, and by we, I mean Brady Vega, Maki, Equinox, Broseph, Dickie Watson, to name a few... that's not what we do. We show up, punch in our time card, put on a show for the fans, and leave an impression that last forever."
"What do you two clowns do? You punch in, then you show up, and when you show up it's all so that you can step in front of the camera and say "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME. I'M HERE. LOOK AT ME. I LOOK THE SAME AS I DID LAST TIME. BUT HEY IT'S ME. HI." And no one cares to see you. You're a shame to professional wrestling and personally, I take it as insulting. You're stepping into the danger zone and it's boom goes the dynamite when you step into the ring with me. I'm teamed with Brady Vega who may be passed out in the back on xans before we ever get a chance to begin this match but that's fine by me because it is my ultimate goal to smack the taste of Britney's mouth and to kick Kendrick Kross right in the balls."
"The idea of Britney Anders being anything other than a commentator in professional wrestling is just atrocious. She talks non-stop, she's only OVER because we are, well.. over, her. At Wrestling Clinic 2, the California Heritage Champion and his disrespectful pack rat of ratchets will get a taste of their own medicine. They will taste sweet defeat amongst the killings floor."
Mischa smiles and takes another sip of water before climbing back onto the top of the monkey bars.
