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Antarctica vs. Brittany
Topic Started: Jan 17 2017, 07:38 PM (15 Views)
King Iguana III
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Antarctica vs. Brittany Williams

After ruining the Crystal Millar concert and leaving both Crystal and her daughter laying, Antarctica returns to singles action for the first time since the Adrenaline Rush battle royal. Brittany is no doubt eyeing revenge for what happened on Adrenaline #10, while Antarctica has made her philosophy clear... more wrestling, less soap opera.
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We open this scene with Antarctica inside the main ringside area of Mount Bluff. The ring technicians (all two of them) are setting up the arena for the show later in the evening, and our blue-haired villainess is sitting on the front row of chairs, watching them intently. She sighs, brushing her blue hair out from in front of her face, before talking, her eyes remaining fixated on the technicians rather than the camera.

“A little behind the scenes look for you all here. Despite what many people think, a lot of hard work and effort goes into making these shows happen, you know. It has always been the case, across the globe, from America to Japan, from Europe to Mexico. Everything you see, be it in attendance live, on television, over the Internet on on illegal pirated streams like the crimininals most of you truly are... none of it would be possible without a tremendous amount of work behind the camera lens. It doesn’t matter if you’re preparing for a crowd of 50 or 50,000. You need guys to run things, to set things up. Check the ropes aren’t too tight ot too loose. Get all the banners and promotional material just so. And considering my experience of wrestling, hide various objects under the ring, ‘cause otherwise any no disqualification match would be anywhere near as fun. Sometimes you gotta shove a lead pipe up someone’s ass.”

She laughs.

“These guys are as much a part of wrestling as the guys and gals who bust their butts every night to entertain you, the fans. But their names are unknown. Hell, half the promotional material for BCW is run by Spade Ace, and I have no idea who he is, or if he is even a he at all. Spade could be a girl, a transvestite or a chicken with a laptop for all I bloody know. But would BCW be the same without Spade in our social media world? Probably not. The point I’m getting at here, is that in this sport, everyone plays their part. From the ring crew, to Chad in catering with his sausage rolls... referees, interviewers, announcers... and that’s very much required for those of us who actually wrestle. Because one piece of the puzzle goes missing, and things can quickly go awry. But police coups aside, they don’t go awry do they?”

She shrugs.

“I’m old school. I go out there, and I do what I do best, wrestle to the height of my abilities and beat people up. I know my roots. Back in Japan, I was on those ring crews, I was hanging those banners, I was making those snacks in catering, just hoping and praying for a chance. For a foot in the door to be a wrestler. So when I see people waltzing in here claiming like they’re some big star with privilige, getting stupid concerts and giving their own fragile egoes cunnilingus, it makes me physically sick to my stomach.”

She shakes her head.

“The likes of Crystal Millar acting like she’s some kind of special snowflake, that we’re all supposed to bow to her every whim and desire. She goes out there every night begging people to love her. Adore her. When I saw her doing that correographed, lip sync bullshit concert a few weeks ago, something that MAIN EVENTED THE SHOW... well that was it. I wasn’t standing for it. Every member of this company, backstage front stage center stage, was being made a MOCKERY of by some stupid, talentless hack who wanted to make it all about her. Bitch, it ain’t all about you, your shitty movies, your awful songs or your high school geek anime crap. I like anime too, but newsflash princess... it AIN’T WRESTLING. Crystal is everything I hate about what this sport has become, a fucking circus of crap. But to say one thing in Crystal’s defense, she has at least DONE SOMETHING in wrestling. She’s travelled the globe, she’s won championships. Her nappy-haired piece of shit daughter on the other hand? She’s no more worthy to step in a ring with me than Chad in catering. Less so, actually, because Chad has at least CONTRIBUTED TO WRESTLING, albeit with sausage rolls. But I’ll take sausage rolls anyday over a baby wannabe Crystal, who leeches off her parents’ success and doesn’t have an original or talented bone in her body. Fuck you, Brittany. You think being a “third-generation” wrestler makes you fucking special? Your grandfather is likely rolling in his grave seeing what a hot mess his only granddaughter is. You’re a wrestler... really? You’re a stupid kid with a silver spoon in her mouth, a chip on her shoulder, and to complete the collection I’m gonna put my size 9 boot squarely up your ASS.”

She snorts with derision.

“Nepotism. Pandering. Drama. It’s all crap. I come from a place and a time where people earned their fucking spots, not simply riding in daddy’s car with the world at their feet. If I were in charge of BCW you’d be polishing the silverwear, and tightening the ropes you little scrub. But sadly that’s not the case. But let me promise you something Brittany, you’re going to earn your spot here. Because I am coming back to this very arena tonight to make you earn it. I am going to kick seven bells of shit out of you, and you will have two choices. Either cry like the little daddy’s girl you are and run away, or you can grow a fucking set of stones and start fucking earning my respect by standing up and fighting. But I assure you of one thing Brittany... I am the best damn wrestler in this company, and I’m going to hurt you. Like really hurt you. All those shots I gave you a few weeks ago? I don’t need no damn chairs, I can hurt you just as much with my fists and feet. So suck it up, little girl. Oh, and mommy Crystal? I suggest you watch carefully, as I tear your little sack of shit daughter limb from limb. Because you’re gonna be next with interest, you stupid clown. You people are everthing that’s wrong with this business. And me? Consider me the cure."

She smirks, somewhat sadistically as we cut to black.
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The scene opens up and as it does we are treated to the special sight of Brittany Williams standing in front of a camera. She is all smiles as she shakes her head and begins to speak.

“Hi everyone this is the one and only B Brat Brittany Williams. I know at one time it was about being Princess Brittany. It was about showcasing why the royal family was better than anything else but it seemed that concept went right out the window when my step father, and mother were at odds at one another. Hell they still are at odds but that’s a story for another time. The main thing is this is about us Antartica and what you did to me on television the last time was absolutely ridiculous!”

Brittany shakes her head in disgust as she continues to speak.

“The way you smashed the microphone into my face! The way you did it repeatedly over and over again. The way you ruined my mother’s concert, and it’s that kind of shit that won’t be forgiven. You insulted my family the moment you interfered and it’s time for me to get even with you! When I step into the ring with you I am going to do something I should have done to you in the first place, and that’s put you right in your place.!”

Brittany offers a wicked grin as she speaks some more.

“I know I may not be as great at wrestling on the scale of my mother but the fact is I have her blood coursing inside of me. Just like I have my father’s as well, I am the third generation of wrestling for the Lopez family and I won’t let my family’s tradition and heritage be stepped on by the likes of you. Who the fuck are you to try to ridicule me to the point where you think you know me?! Who are you to come at me in the first place. Like look at yourself bitch… Your hair is blue… You are awful you aren’t anything compared to me, and this week I am gonna put a bitch right in her place! Brace yourself because you are stepping in the ring with B Brat! And you just aren’t on my LEVEL!!!!
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