Post by nick on Feb 1, 2022 7:58:29 GMT -5
(The morning finds Cornell “King” Kingston in his customary position: feet up on his desk and eating a burrito. He stops eating to address the camera, but doesn’t place his food down. Instead, he uses it as a conductor might use his baton, waving it around to emphasize his point.)
King: What’s dat? (He exaggerates a listening move, cupping his ear and leaning to the side.) What’s dat, you say? Pixi ain’t no REAL Sin City Champion? WHAT? Do you even HEAR yourself? Look. Damn it, LOOK! Open your damn eyes and SEE. Pixi is bring the MAGIC to the ring.
Hell yeah!
Dat’s a fact!
See, ain’t no one else had the BALLS or the damn BRAINS to come up something as DARING and spectacular as a damn Triple Threat defence right from the damn Get Go. Dat’s MAGIC see, right there!
Now some – SOME – they ain’t much for magic. Hell no! They’d rather trudge along in the same DULL way, plodding through their humdrum existence coz it’s WHAT THEY KNOW! Take away dat comfortable predictability and they panic. They’re like some damn fish out of water. (King flaps his arms and puffs out his already decidedly puffy face to further make his point.)
See, dat Jester fella; he’s one of them. No damn magic. He just gets all weird, unstable, deranged and totally damn absorbed in messing up his body in any and all damn ways he can . And yet – somehow – SOME DAMN HOW we’re supposed to be impressed with dat shit? Ain’t gonna happen. No siree. And, you’d think he’d have learnt better. See, he damn well went to dat big XHF event representing UPW and what the hell happened? He damn well fell flat on his ugly face! Dat’s what happened! And after dat, what? He thinks he can just waltz back in her and damn well lay some PRIORITY claim on the damn Sin City belt? Hell no! He can join the damn line, just like all the others.
Pixi ain’t dodging no one! Whoever they damn well put in front of her she gonna knock them down. You gonna see dat magic; the magic of Pixi Power! You gonna see it real damn good as she carries them struggling Rated M fellas to victory against David Berg and them Haus of Salvaje peeps. Yeah, them’s QUALITY opponents. I got me NO ISSUE with admitting dat. Pixi got her work cut out for damn sure, BUT! She got the damn MAGIC. See, berg; he ain’t so bad. He gets it6. He KNOWS dat it takes time, effort and dat extra little bit of…..MAGIC! To make it BIG. Candy? Damn, dat woman has damn near done it all! She NEVER gives less than 100%. Yeah, dat’s all good and Maddox, he damn well has an almost PSYCHIC rapport with her! Dat’s the sort of quality dat gets you into the Main damn Event! But, like I said, they gonna need MORE than dat! They gonna need some MAGIC. But here’s the thing – all dat damn magic? Pixi’s got it!
Tell you what though, Jester, you try REAL damn HARD, try real hard to come up with something MAGICAL and you just MIGHT get yourself catapulted to the front of the damn line.
Now, I got me an important appointment – with this here burrito; so dat is a damn wrap!
(FIN)
King: What’s dat? (He exaggerates a listening move, cupping his ear and leaning to the side.) What’s dat, you say? Pixi ain’t no REAL Sin City Champion? WHAT? Do you even HEAR yourself? Look. Damn it, LOOK! Open your damn eyes and SEE. Pixi is bring the MAGIC to the ring.
Hell yeah!
Dat’s a fact!
See, ain’t no one else had the BALLS or the damn BRAINS to come up something as DARING and spectacular as a damn Triple Threat defence right from the damn Get Go. Dat’s MAGIC see, right there!
Now some – SOME – they ain’t much for magic. Hell no! They’d rather trudge along in the same DULL way, plodding through their humdrum existence coz it’s WHAT THEY KNOW! Take away dat comfortable predictability and they panic. They’re like some damn fish out of water. (King flaps his arms and puffs out his already decidedly puffy face to further make his point.)
See, dat Jester fella; he’s one of them. No damn magic. He just gets all weird, unstable, deranged and totally damn absorbed in messing up his body in any and all damn ways he can . And yet – somehow – SOME DAMN HOW we’re supposed to be impressed with dat shit? Ain’t gonna happen. No siree. And, you’d think he’d have learnt better. See, he damn well went to dat big XHF event representing UPW and what the hell happened? He damn well fell flat on his ugly face! Dat’s what happened! And after dat, what? He thinks he can just waltz back in her and damn well lay some PRIORITY claim on the damn Sin City belt? Hell no! He can join the damn line, just like all the others.
Pixi ain’t dodging no one! Whoever they damn well put in front of her she gonna knock them down. You gonna see dat magic; the magic of Pixi Power! You gonna see it real damn good as she carries them struggling Rated M fellas to victory against David Berg and them Haus of Salvaje peeps. Yeah, them’s QUALITY opponents. I got me NO ISSUE with admitting dat. Pixi got her work cut out for damn sure, BUT! She got the damn MAGIC. See, berg; he ain’t so bad. He gets it6. He KNOWS dat it takes time, effort and dat extra little bit of…..MAGIC! To make it BIG. Candy? Damn, dat woman has damn near done it all! She NEVER gives less than 100%. Yeah, dat’s all good and Maddox, he damn well has an almost PSYCHIC rapport with her! Dat’s the sort of quality dat gets you into the Main damn Event! But, like I said, they gonna need MORE than dat! They gonna need some MAGIC. But here’s the thing – all dat damn magic? Pixi’s got it!
Tell you what though, Jester, you try REAL damn HARD, try real hard to come up with something MAGICAL and you just MIGHT get yourself catapulted to the front of the damn line.
Now, I got me an important appointment – with this here burrito; so dat is a damn wrap!
(FIN)