Post by wildchild on May 21, 2017 23:30:20 GMT
The cameras find the WWL star Wild Child at one of the WWL's official training centers, where it seems a female wrestler in training has challenged her to a mile race around the track. The woman wrestler is running hard and fast with her blonde hair trailing behind her while Wild Child...is leisurely strolling down the track, stretching and yawning a bit. The blonde woman trainee has so far lapped her twice and is coming up on a third when Wild Child sticks her foot out, tripping the woman and causing her to crashland face first on the track. Taking her time, Wild Child completes the mile before wandering over into the weight room.
"Yo, Wild Child!" a big, powerful wrestler calls out to her. "I bet you can't outbench me! Hunh!"
The wrestler then flexes to put an exclamation on it. Wild Child smiles full of mischief towards the camera before nodding in acceptance of the man's challenge. The wrestler throws what looks to be 600 pounds on the bar.
Wild Child: Hang on, lemme go first.
Strong Man: Alright, but its your funeral babe!
She rubs her hands on the bar, trying to fix a good grip on it. She rubs it a few times and then finally takes a breath and gets under the bar. She tries for a moment to unrack the enormous weight before giving up.
Wild Child: Alright stud, your turn.
Strong man: Check this out! WWL star my butt! I'll show you how it's done!
With a grunt and a struggle, the man unracks the weight only for it to slip right out of his grasp and fall directly onto him!
Wild Child: No babe, it's YOUR funeral.
Turning to the camera, she brandishes a tiny bottle of lubricant, smirks and continues.
Wild Child: See, its not about working harder. Its about working smarter. When I scratched up Spacehawk, Big Dusty and Nightshade...I knew that it would make Rogar go nutty like the rabid dog he is. He can't handle the site of blood...it makes him go loony...and then he would go and do my work for me...take out my opponents and hopefully get DQ'd in the process! Now what've we got after that battle royal? Everyone, the entire roster is beat up and licking their wounds...me, I'm fresh as a daisy...and a lot better looking I might add. Now you've got KnightMask and Madman as tag-team champions...two guys that hate each other! That's a team that's ripe for the picking...and don't think I can't find the right tag-team partner on the drop of a dime. People are putty in my hands because fact is, I was born a step ahead. And as for the world title, I don't even need help for that one...now that Madman doesn't have his bodyguard Rogar? It's like taking candy from an over-sized baby. As for this triple-threat I'm supposed to be in, well I guess you can make that a singles, unless Nightshade has some miracle recovery. And as for Athena Fury? Well, that'd be just horrible, horrible if something were to happen to her on the way to the match. Hate for her to get injured somehow...after all, if there's one thing I hate...it's an unfair fight fellahs.
Wild Child winks as the cameras fade out.
"Yo, Wild Child!" a big, powerful wrestler calls out to her. "I bet you can't outbench me! Hunh!"
The wrestler then flexes to put an exclamation on it. Wild Child smiles full of mischief towards the camera before nodding in acceptance of the man's challenge. The wrestler throws what looks to be 600 pounds on the bar.
Wild Child: Hang on, lemme go first.
Strong Man: Alright, but its your funeral babe!
She rubs her hands on the bar, trying to fix a good grip on it. She rubs it a few times and then finally takes a breath and gets under the bar. She tries for a moment to unrack the enormous weight before giving up.
Wild Child: Alright stud, your turn.
Strong man: Check this out! WWL star my butt! I'll show you how it's done!
With a grunt and a struggle, the man unracks the weight only for it to slip right out of his grasp and fall directly onto him!
Wild Child: No babe, it's YOUR funeral.
Turning to the camera, she brandishes a tiny bottle of lubricant, smirks and continues.
Wild Child: See, its not about working harder. Its about working smarter. When I scratched up Spacehawk, Big Dusty and Nightshade...I knew that it would make Rogar go nutty like the rabid dog he is. He can't handle the site of blood...it makes him go loony...and then he would go and do my work for me...take out my opponents and hopefully get DQ'd in the process! Now what've we got after that battle royal? Everyone, the entire roster is beat up and licking their wounds...me, I'm fresh as a daisy...and a lot better looking I might add. Now you've got KnightMask and Madman as tag-team champions...two guys that hate each other! That's a team that's ripe for the picking...and don't think I can't find the right tag-team partner on the drop of a dime. People are putty in my hands because fact is, I was born a step ahead. And as for the world title, I don't even need help for that one...now that Madman doesn't have his bodyguard Rogar? It's like taking candy from an over-sized baby. As for this triple-threat I'm supposed to be in, well I guess you can make that a singles, unless Nightshade has some miracle recovery. And as for Athena Fury? Well, that'd be just horrible, horrible if something were to happen to her on the way to the match. Hate for her to get injured somehow...after all, if there's one thing I hate...it's an unfair fight fellahs.
Wild Child winks as the cameras fade out.
