A Very Important Clarification
Dec 6, 2020 13:34:52 GMT -5
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Post by Isabel Rios on Dec 6, 2020 13:34:52 GMT -5
The shot opens on Isabel Rios in workout gear, hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, plugging away on a stairmaster at a steady pace in a rather plain, windowless room, a basement from the looks of it. The room has a weight bench and a selection of dumbbells and kettlebells and that’s about it, a pretty basic home gym setup.
“Okay, let me address this hideous bit of slander, this insult that will not stand: I take my coffee black, okay? Maybe a shot of Baileys after a long day if I’m just gonna be hanging around the house. I may or may not have basic bitch tastes in some things but my mom was a good Colombian girl, she didn’t raise me to fuck about with coffee.”
Isabel continues to keep up her pace as she smiles a little for the camera.
“And as far as vacations at the lake, there’s like six million people living on the shores of Lake Ontario, don’t think I’m some kinda Bezos asshole just because I can walk down to the water when I feel like it. I got three bedrooms and one bath because my parents worked damn hard to put a roof over my head as a kid and, well, they’re gone so it’s mine now. As far as fighting the roaches, I’ll bring a can of Raid for you on the 17th, help you take care of that problem.”
Her eyes narrow a little, smile fading.
“I’m not gonna pretend I’ve had the hardest life in the world, but don’t think I’m some pampered princess. I was the only Hispanic kid in my elementary school, my high school. If it wasn’t for the couple of native kids I’d have been the only non-white kid period. Small town Canada, it ain’t exactly diverse. Point is I’ve had all eyes on me my whole life, I’ve had to be exceptional every step of the way just so people would know me as something other than the little Latina kid. You fight to survive, good. You’re gonna survive come Crowning of a Champion II. Me, I don’t fight to survive. I fight to be the best, period. And that’s why I’m gonna beat you.”
Before she can say more her phone starts to buzz on top of the stairmaster’s console. Isabel swipes right with a finger to answer the call. In the background one can hear the Manny and Lizzie cheering and laughing and the now all too familiar to NPW fans yipping of a corgi. A woman’s voice yells out through the phone’s speaker.
“Isabel! What the hell is a Lord Dominicus and why did he send my kids a dog?!”
“.... merry Christmas cuz!”
“Okay, let me address this hideous bit of slander, this insult that will not stand: I take my coffee black, okay? Maybe a shot of Baileys after a long day if I’m just gonna be hanging around the house. I may or may not have basic bitch tastes in some things but my mom was a good Colombian girl, she didn’t raise me to fuck about with coffee.”
Isabel continues to keep up her pace as she smiles a little for the camera.
“And as far as vacations at the lake, there’s like six million people living on the shores of Lake Ontario, don’t think I’m some kinda Bezos asshole just because I can walk down to the water when I feel like it. I got three bedrooms and one bath because my parents worked damn hard to put a roof over my head as a kid and, well, they’re gone so it’s mine now. As far as fighting the roaches, I’ll bring a can of Raid for you on the 17th, help you take care of that problem.”
Her eyes narrow a little, smile fading.
“I’m not gonna pretend I’ve had the hardest life in the world, but don’t think I’m some pampered princess. I was the only Hispanic kid in my elementary school, my high school. If it wasn’t for the couple of native kids I’d have been the only non-white kid period. Small town Canada, it ain’t exactly diverse. Point is I’ve had all eyes on me my whole life, I’ve had to be exceptional every step of the way just so people would know me as something other than the little Latina kid. You fight to survive, good. You’re gonna survive come Crowning of a Champion II. Me, I don’t fight to survive. I fight to be the best, period. And that’s why I’m gonna beat you.”
Before she can say more her phone starts to buzz on top of the stairmaster’s console. Isabel swipes right with a finger to answer the call. In the background one can hear the Manny and Lizzie cheering and laughing and the now all too familiar to NPW fans yipping of a corgi. A woman’s voice yells out through the phone’s speaker.
“Isabel! What the hell is a Lord Dominicus and why did he send my kids a dog?!”
“.... merry Christmas cuz!”
