Post by adam on Feb 14, 2018 15:42:18 GMT -5
It appears I’m a little rusty.
It’s to be expected. You take a lot of time off, you get slower, the reflexes numb, the muscle memory isn’t all there. You kinda slip a little. It’s like when I set the world record for fastest time to beat Metroid Prime… I came back to the game a couple of years afterwards and it took me a while to get back to that level of ability, get back to where I was reacting like I was before, memorizing the patterns like I was before. You can’t just throw a gal into the middle of a zombie apocalypse without handling a katana for a couple of years, so it’s time I picked myself back up, grease up the old controller and start this shiz again baby.
It’s a shame that they had to pit me against Crystal so early though.... That’s something that really should have been built up, considering all the great matches we’ve had together and our continued friendship through the years, but oh well. It was reluctantly a good win for her, even if she damn well knows it’s was a fluke that will never happen again after I get fully reaccustomed to the ring….
YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I SAID IT CRYSTAL!
Get ready to hear her complaining non-stop about how I don’t respect her. Hahaha, she’s so predictable.
Hey. I get it though. Everybody came in expecting the “old Zelda” to just flip the switch and start kicking koopas around the ring again. I get it, you all wanted to see the “zeldaberg” of the NCW past, and hell… if I’m honest I wanted it too… but I’m not a teenage naive little girl anymore who believes everything is unicorns and magic… I never believed that to begin with because I mean screw that crap… but you know what I mean… I’m not too dumb to realize that with a torn up knee and not being in the ring forever that I expected to come in and dominate.
It’s going to take me a bit… but don’t sorry your heads off. The gamer girl will be back to gaining the high scores, soon enough. Have patience.
But it is quite interesting that on this quite literal tale of redemption that I get to square off against Caitlyn Wright. Literally pulled from the grasp of obscurity and thrust into the ring and now facing me for a second chance. Two people looking for redemption, two people wanting that extra life to stay alive in this contest. It makes for a good story… on paper… there’s only one problem.
This is my story.
There is no room for a Caitlyn Wright here. There is no place for some secondary background character that might as well just be scenery. Your the lamp on the table in the restaurant scene of Good Fellas. You’re there… you’re something… but you add nothing to the substance. That’s what you are in this story. This is the tale of my triumphant return to the wrestling ring, this is the story of my rise to stardom from a prolonged absence. You… you’re just something. Something there, something slightly in my way. Nothing more. Nothing less. You are the Zubat of this company… everybody knows who you are, we see you around every corner but… nobody really cares, because you’re just kinda there.
But you know what? It’s ok, because just like there has to be pawns, there has to be zubats… not everybody can go and be a Charmander like me, not everybody can be the MVP, the all time favorite, the BEST.EVER….. Some just have to find their place on that totem pole and accept it, I hope you find your place… but for me… I have my eyes set on much larger goals than you… I want to be back at the top of the score board so I guess for you… you can say it’s..
GAME OVER.
We open up to see our ever awesome and incredibly attractive heroine is walking into her hotel room with Crystal, her bestest friend in the world close behind. Zelda shakes her head as Crystal pokes her in the shoulder from the behind with her long boney ass finger.
“All i’m saying is now that I beat your ass, I get to be the sith lord. That’s all.. Don’t have to get upset about it.”
“Look it was a fluke ok!? I… had something in my eye.”
“Yeah, my foot.”
“Oh suck it...”
“Come on, give me the title of sith lord, you know I earned… hey what’s that?”
The two girls both turn and see a small, long package sitting on the table inside the room. It is wrapped in plain brown paper and bound together in twine. Zelda cocks her head to the side and is obviously a bit perplexed by the package that is there.
“It’s a bomb. I knew they’d finally find me.”
“It’s clearly not a bomb Z… also who the fuck is “they?””
“What else could it possibly be Crystal!? They’re coming for me! I knew they would...”
“Ignoring that.”
Crystal walks over and looks at a piece of paper tied to the wrapper.
“It says “for Zelda, from a friend”... Happy?”
“Lets throw it out the window”
“Just open it.”
Zelda rolls her eyes but reluctantly heads over to the package and takes it in her hands.
“But if it’s a bomb I’m going to haunt you...”
“It’s not a goddamn bomb!”
Zelda pulls the twine away and then pulls the box out of the paper… still obviously think it might be a bomb she slowly pulls the lip away just by the wide of a hair and peers inside. Crystal takes her right hand and slaps the box lid onto the floor while Zelda throws the box into the air and puts her arms over her head as she falls to her knees… bracing for the explosion that doesn’t happen. Crystal picks up the box while kicking Zelda with her foot before handing it to her.
“No explosion, you’re safe. But what the helll is this.”
Zelda pulls a long black, lone ranger style mask from the box and Crystal rolls her eyes as Zelda holds it up in the air.
“...Nelly....”
Fade to black.
It’s to be expected. You take a lot of time off, you get slower, the reflexes numb, the muscle memory isn’t all there. You kinda slip a little. It’s like when I set the world record for fastest time to beat Metroid Prime… I came back to the game a couple of years afterwards and it took me a while to get back to that level of ability, get back to where I was reacting like I was before, memorizing the patterns like I was before. You can’t just throw a gal into the middle of a zombie apocalypse without handling a katana for a couple of years, so it’s time I picked myself back up, grease up the old controller and start this shiz again baby.
It’s a shame that they had to pit me against Crystal so early though.... That’s something that really should have been built up, considering all the great matches we’ve had together and our continued friendship through the years, but oh well. It was reluctantly a good win for her, even if she damn well knows it’s was a fluke that will never happen again after I get fully reaccustomed to the ring….
YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I SAID IT CRYSTAL!
Get ready to hear her complaining non-stop about how I don’t respect her. Hahaha, she’s so predictable.
Hey. I get it though. Everybody came in expecting the “old Zelda” to just flip the switch and start kicking koopas around the ring again. I get it, you all wanted to see the “zeldaberg” of the NCW past, and hell… if I’m honest I wanted it too… but I’m not a teenage naive little girl anymore who believes everything is unicorns and magic… I never believed that to begin with because I mean screw that crap… but you know what I mean… I’m not too dumb to realize that with a torn up knee and not being in the ring forever that I expected to come in and dominate.
It’s going to take me a bit… but don’t sorry your heads off. The gamer girl will be back to gaining the high scores, soon enough. Have patience.
But it is quite interesting that on this quite literal tale of redemption that I get to square off against Caitlyn Wright. Literally pulled from the grasp of obscurity and thrust into the ring and now facing me for a second chance. Two people looking for redemption, two people wanting that extra life to stay alive in this contest. It makes for a good story… on paper… there’s only one problem.
This is my story.
There is no room for a Caitlyn Wright here. There is no place for some secondary background character that might as well just be scenery. Your the lamp on the table in the restaurant scene of Good Fellas. You’re there… you’re something… but you add nothing to the substance. That’s what you are in this story. This is the tale of my triumphant return to the wrestling ring, this is the story of my rise to stardom from a prolonged absence. You… you’re just something. Something there, something slightly in my way. Nothing more. Nothing less. You are the Zubat of this company… everybody knows who you are, we see you around every corner but… nobody really cares, because you’re just kinda there.
But you know what? It’s ok, because just like there has to be pawns, there has to be zubats… not everybody can go and be a Charmander like me, not everybody can be the MVP, the all time favorite, the BEST.EVER….. Some just have to find their place on that totem pole and accept it, I hope you find your place… but for me… I have my eyes set on much larger goals than you… I want to be back at the top of the score board so I guess for you… you can say it’s..
GAME OVER.
We open up to see our ever awesome and incredibly attractive heroine is walking into her hotel room with Crystal, her bestest friend in the world close behind. Zelda shakes her head as Crystal pokes her in the shoulder from the behind with her long boney ass finger.
“All i’m saying is now that I beat your ass, I get to be the sith lord. That’s all.. Don’t have to get upset about it.”
“Look it was a fluke ok!? I… had something in my eye.”
“Yeah, my foot.”
“Oh suck it...”
“Come on, give me the title of sith lord, you know I earned… hey what’s that?”
The two girls both turn and see a small, long package sitting on the table inside the room. It is wrapped in plain brown paper and bound together in twine. Zelda cocks her head to the side and is obviously a bit perplexed by the package that is there.
“It’s a bomb. I knew they’d finally find me.”
“It’s clearly not a bomb Z… also who the fuck is “they?””
“What else could it possibly be Crystal!? They’re coming for me! I knew they would...”
“Ignoring that.”
Crystal walks over and looks at a piece of paper tied to the wrapper.
“It says “for Zelda, from a friend”... Happy?”
“Lets throw it out the window”
“Just open it.”
Zelda rolls her eyes but reluctantly heads over to the package and takes it in her hands.
“But if it’s a bomb I’m going to haunt you...”
“It’s not a goddamn bomb!”
Zelda pulls the twine away and then pulls the box out of the paper… still obviously think it might be a bomb she slowly pulls the lip away just by the wide of a hair and peers inside. Crystal takes her right hand and slaps the box lid onto the floor while Zelda throws the box into the air and puts her arms over her head as she falls to her knees… bracing for the explosion that doesn’t happen. Crystal picks up the box while kicking Zelda with her foot before handing it to her.
“No explosion, you’re safe. But what the helll is this.”
Zelda pulls a long black, lone ranger style mask from the box and Crystal rolls her eyes as Zelda holds it up in the air.
“...Nelly....”
Fade to black.
