Life tip: Don't be a bimbo sent to interview Price.
Nov 25, 2017 1:05:49 GMT -5
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Post by La Familia Price on Nov 25, 2017 1:05:49 GMT -5
I'm currently somewhere in Belarus. Orsha I believe? Somewhere close enough to the Russian border for me to hang out at until it's time to head out for the show. Last thing I need is one of Putin's thugs hunting me down before the show and evening the odd's. And I REALLY don't want to find out what happens if and when I die again. Do I come back in another body? The same body but a different location? Do they let me into the afterlife again? Do they send me back as some house pet instead? I got shit here to do so I'm not looking to find out.
What I am looking to find out is what this cryptic message from V meant.
"Trying out new interviewers, make her or break her"
I know what that means to me, but does V know what it means to me?
If he doesn't, he's going to learn quickly, if he does, then what the hell did this person do to him to have him put them in front of me?
I make my way down the hall way of the building he told me to go to, find the door and walk in. I take a quick scan of the room to see whos all in here with me, it's just a camera man, an audio dude, and the little tramp V is, interviewing? Test driving? Auditioning? Whatever it is, I can tell by the way she's standing and waiting, she aint going to cut it.
Who did you piss off in you life little girl to earn the karma that is biting you in the ass so hard right now? I'd almost feel bad for what is about to happen, if I didn't think she deserved it, but shes here now in-front of me, so that must mean she does.
She's talking now to me, and to the camera guy, being a real snooty bitch about me being "late".
Bitch, I'm dead, time is irrelevant to me.
She gets in a huff and says fine lets just get this over with.
Naw. We are going to let this one burn for a while bitch.
So the bimbo, who looks like any random bitch from TNA..
Except for Rosemary, she's cool.
Where was I?
Oh right, this bimbo is doing her opening lines, she flubbed the date, oh and completely slaughtered the city name, I mean really bitch, how hard is it to say Moscow? MOS, cow. Not that fucking hard.
Wait.
Is she asking me a question? Maybe I should pay attention, here, this should get us rolling.
"What?"
She repeates the question, but I've spaced out on it again, I'm thinking about how I am going to set this up.
"What?"
Oh now she's getting angry, but keeping it in, trying to stay professional on TV. She asks if I speak English and then repeats her generic stupid question very.....slowly.....
I've still completely ignored it.
"So, when V interviewed you for this position, was there a couch in the office?"
Now I got her saying "what", I grin to myself as she's trying to process what I just asked her.
"I'm sorry, I was just distracted by your...assets."
She ignores the comment takes a deep breath, and asks another question, that I completely ignore.
"By assets I mean your tits, you do know they are the only reason you are standing here right now right?"
Now she's getting visably pissed, she looks over at the camera man like what the fuck.
"Jimmy aint going to help you bitch, he's number 3 in the train we are running on you after this interview."
SLAP!
There we go, there is step one. I lick the corner of my mouth, no blood, disappointing.
"I hope who ever got you this spot fucked you first, because after tonight your going to be in traction."
She starts yelling at me, do you know who I am, do you know who I fucking am? No, not really, nor do I give two shits, your some bimbo that thought she was ready for the big league, but like those FWA fuck boy's, she aint. And now she's shoving me, screaming about not being a whore, and how her daddy loves her and a butch of other psycho bitch bullshit, shoves me again, then slaps me one last time, this time its hard, I might have bit my lip because of it..yeap, there it is, the taste of blood, good, she drew first.
She's screaming and yelling, as I calmly hold my hand up, form a finger gun with my pointer finger and middle finger, thumb help up.
"Click"
It's more of a clicking sound I make with my cheek as I "pull the trigger" lowering my thumb, then quickly turning and nailing the dumb bimbo with a PRICE CRASH!
The camera catches the Price Crash in its full glory and the bimbo hits the floor like a sack of rocks, Price stays on the floor, crossing his legs infront of him taking the mic from her limp hand.
"Now, I could sit here, and waste all our time going over this match I am in at Xtraction:Firewall on November 26th, live from the FWA Coliseum in BEAUTIFUL SUNNY Moscow, Russia. I could sit here and tell about how my team, Team AXW, representing the very best and brightest hardcore wrestlers in the world today are going to walk into Team FWA's very own home, kick their asses, and take their lunches. I could sit here and tell you how The Storm Crow, our very own XHF European Champion, and master of Drunken Strong Style is going to take a bottle of Jack and shove it so far up that pretty boy Jackson Grace's ass that his grand-kids are going to have an alcohol problem. Or how the XHF Legend Scorpion doesn't suffer from insanity, he relishes it, and is going to take that dildo looking motherucker Steve Dackle to the limits of sanity, just for stealing his nickname. Or how our own mad hatter Rob Arnold, is finally going to pull his weight around here a take out that douche who looks like he should be cleaning toilets at the adult theater, Dylan Black. Or how our own up and coming Sung-Hyun Lee is going to run circles around and completely dismantle their AK47, AK Andrews. I could even tell you the sick demented detailed plans of how I am going to pick apart that over-sized heffalump Ozymandias."
He looks around, then looks back up at the camera.
"Oh wait, I guess I just did huh? Welp, guess my job here is done then. Clean this up will ya Jacob? And I'll find you a nice Russian girl to play with later, unless you want to wait for this one to wake up but I don't think she's going to be in the mood."
Price tosses the mic up over his shoulder and gets up to leave.
"Oh, yeah, I have spoken."
With that the door closes.
What the fuck was V thinking giving that girl a chance? Was this a test for her? For me? Will I be seeing more of these bimbos? Is he going to keep sending them to me until he finds one that can cut the mustard? Well if that's the case, I hope he pays the one that does survive me very very well, because at that point, they'll have earned it. Now....where to find some Japanese food around here? I've had a craving I just can't shake...
And why does this word "Tranquilo" keep popping into my head?
What I am looking to find out is what this cryptic message from V meant.
"Trying out new interviewers, make her or break her"
I know what that means to me, but does V know what it means to me?
If he doesn't, he's going to learn quickly, if he does, then what the hell did this person do to him to have him put them in front of me?
I make my way down the hall way of the building he told me to go to, find the door and walk in. I take a quick scan of the room to see whos all in here with me, it's just a camera man, an audio dude, and the little tramp V is, interviewing? Test driving? Auditioning? Whatever it is, I can tell by the way she's standing and waiting, she aint going to cut it.
Who did you piss off in you life little girl to earn the karma that is biting you in the ass so hard right now? I'd almost feel bad for what is about to happen, if I didn't think she deserved it, but shes here now in-front of me, so that must mean she does.
She's talking now to me, and to the camera guy, being a real snooty bitch about me being "late".
Bitch, I'm dead, time is irrelevant to me.
She gets in a huff and says fine lets just get this over with.
Naw. We are going to let this one burn for a while bitch.
So the bimbo, who looks like any random bitch from TNA..
Except for Rosemary, she's cool.
Where was I?
Oh right, this bimbo is doing her opening lines, she flubbed the date, oh and completely slaughtered the city name, I mean really bitch, how hard is it to say Moscow? MOS, cow. Not that fucking hard.
Wait.
Is she asking me a question? Maybe I should pay attention, here, this should get us rolling.
"What?"
She repeates the question, but I've spaced out on it again, I'm thinking about how I am going to set this up.
"What?"
Oh now she's getting angry, but keeping it in, trying to stay professional on TV. She asks if I speak English and then repeats her generic stupid question very.....slowly.....
I've still completely ignored it.
"So, when V interviewed you for this position, was there a couch in the office?"
Now I got her saying "what", I grin to myself as she's trying to process what I just asked her.
"I'm sorry, I was just distracted by your...assets."
She ignores the comment takes a deep breath, and asks another question, that I completely ignore.
"By assets I mean your tits, you do know they are the only reason you are standing here right now right?"
Now she's getting visably pissed, she looks over at the camera man like what the fuck.
"Jimmy aint going to help you bitch, he's number 3 in the train we are running on you after this interview."
SLAP!
There we go, there is step one. I lick the corner of my mouth, no blood, disappointing.
"I hope who ever got you this spot fucked you first, because after tonight your going to be in traction."
She starts yelling at me, do you know who I am, do you know who I fucking am? No, not really, nor do I give two shits, your some bimbo that thought she was ready for the big league, but like those FWA fuck boy's, she aint. And now she's shoving me, screaming about not being a whore, and how her daddy loves her and a butch of other psycho bitch bullshit, shoves me again, then slaps me one last time, this time its hard, I might have bit my lip because of it..yeap, there it is, the taste of blood, good, she drew first.
She's screaming and yelling, as I calmly hold my hand up, form a finger gun with my pointer finger and middle finger, thumb help up.
"Click"
It's more of a clicking sound I make with my cheek as I "pull the trigger" lowering my thumb, then quickly turning and nailing the dumb bimbo with a PRICE CRASH!
The camera catches the Price Crash in its full glory and the bimbo hits the floor like a sack of rocks, Price stays on the floor, crossing his legs infront of him taking the mic from her limp hand.
"Now, I could sit here, and waste all our time going over this match I am in at Xtraction:Firewall on November 26th, live from the FWA Coliseum in BEAUTIFUL SUNNY Moscow, Russia. I could sit here and tell about how my team, Team AXW, representing the very best and brightest hardcore wrestlers in the world today are going to walk into Team FWA's very own home, kick their asses, and take their lunches. I could sit here and tell you how The Storm Crow, our very own XHF European Champion, and master of Drunken Strong Style is going to take a bottle of Jack and shove it so far up that pretty boy Jackson Grace's ass that his grand-kids are going to have an alcohol problem. Or how the XHF Legend Scorpion doesn't suffer from insanity, he relishes it, and is going to take that dildo looking motherucker Steve Dackle to the limits of sanity, just for stealing his nickname. Or how our own mad hatter Rob Arnold, is finally going to pull his weight around here a take out that douche who looks like he should be cleaning toilets at the adult theater, Dylan Black. Or how our own up and coming Sung-Hyun Lee is going to run circles around and completely dismantle their AK47, AK Andrews. I could even tell you the sick demented detailed plans of how I am going to pick apart that over-sized heffalump Ozymandias."
He looks around, then looks back up at the camera.
"Oh wait, I guess I just did huh? Welp, guess my job here is done then. Clean this up will ya Jacob? And I'll find you a nice Russian girl to play with later, unless you want to wait for this one to wake up but I don't think she's going to be in the mood."
Price tosses the mic up over his shoulder and gets up to leave.
"Oh, yeah, I have spoken."
With that the door closes.
What the fuck was V thinking giving that girl a chance? Was this a test for her? For me? Will I be seeing more of these bimbos? Is he going to keep sending them to me until he finds one that can cut the mustard? Well if that's the case, I hope he pays the one that does survive me very very well, because at that point, they'll have earned it. Now....where to find some Japanese food around here? I've had a craving I just can't shake...
And why does this word "Tranquilo" keep popping into my head?
