Post by Khrystal Walker on Apr 25, 2006 12:44:41 GMT -5
The crowd at the LOC arena was tittering with anticipation at what would happen next. With the constant stream of LOC programming available, fans would sometime stay for days. The LOC had become an almost Grateful Deadish sort of cult, with fans planning vacations and sometimes going as far as moving to the area and getting jobs to fuel their addiction to the action.
Suddenly a chair flew into the ring. And another, and another flew in till the fans finally got a chance to see who was throwing the chairs. It was Khrystal Walker, the Strongest Girl on Earth, who was throwing the chairs to the ring from the entrance area.
The crowd cheers as the champion walked toward the ring. She wore her belt around her waist, as champions were meant. She always hated watching guys carry their belts on their shoulders. It was disrepectful.
She walks to the announcer's table and asks for a mike. She takes it, and walks up to the ring, steps over the top rope. She sets up the chairs, and sits in one before she addresses the crowd.
"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you guys lately. It's my fault. I should have taken the time much sooner, but I didn't want to talk to anyone for a while.
"You see what the Internet leaked out about the invasion in my home was true. Someone did stab Frankenbear and write a message on my sheets. The cops didn't take it seriously, but they did catch a guy who later confessed to the crime. It was a fan who didn't like me, and thought he would scare me off the LOC.
"HE WAS WRONG!
The crowd cheered their heroine as she emphasized her courage. The three locals who were her first and most dedicated fans held up a large sign saying "Welcome Back!"
Khrystal smiled her largest smile, and stood up and took a small bow. "I'm not the only one who's back! Look up to the manager's box!
Dressed in a sport jacket with an One Bitch Army Tshirt under it was Frankenbear! His mismatched arms held up in a celebratory pose! The fans cheer!
"You guys wanna know why the attacker stabbed my manager and not me? Because my manager is a stuffed animal! He can't fight back! And he can't die either. As long as there is the smallest bit of stuffing, and some old couch available on the side of the road, there will always be Frankenbear! (Crowd cheers)
"He's my only friend, you know. I know you guys cheer for me, and you chant mine and Frankenbear's name on occasion, but I live alone, work alone, play alone, and that's all there is to that. When I walk through town, people stare, and laugh, and point. Despite the fact that I am champion of the greatest wrestling organization in the world, I can't get an invite to dinner, or even a lousy date from some of those guys who think big chicks are sexy.
Don't go all silent guys, it gets better. The reason I can't, or won't or whatever the reason is pales to the new news I got recently. I went to the doctor, and it looks like the treatments I've been getting for my acromegaly have stopped working. That's not good. In fact, it shortens my life by a few years. I thought I would hit 40, but the docs have now given me the great news that 35 may be the limit. Sco all you guys in the back, stop the steroid stuff. You know better, and I will take action, meaning beating your asses.
But that's ok. If you know you're gonna die early, you learn to set your priorities better than most. So I took a long time to sit and think what I was gonna do. I have given my life to this sport and you fans. You know more about me than I do myself. I have given my all to you, and I mean it all. I have hid nothing. You know my faults, my psychoses and nueroses, all the rough and smooth that is me. I have given it all to you.
"That's why I have come to this decision. As of right now, I announce...
The crowd holds it's breath for a second, and then starts a "Please don't go!" chant.
Walker stands up to her full height, and raises her hands to stop the chants. "What do you mean, Please don't go! I'm not going anywhere! I have given it all to you and I'm making more! Don't worry, I'm here in the LOC till the end! And if the docs are right, if Death comes, all I can say is he better bring some help! I ain't going down easy! This is the LOC and nobody goes down easy! We fight! Fight! Fight! Let's see who else wants to talk now! Cya later!
'Trouble' by Pink plays as Khrystal leaves, waving to the crowd.
Suddenly a chair flew into the ring. And another, and another flew in till the fans finally got a chance to see who was throwing the chairs. It was Khrystal Walker, the Strongest Girl on Earth, who was throwing the chairs to the ring from the entrance area.
The crowd cheers as the champion walked toward the ring. She wore her belt around her waist, as champions were meant. She always hated watching guys carry their belts on their shoulders. It was disrepectful.
She walks to the announcer's table and asks for a mike. She takes it, and walks up to the ring, steps over the top rope. She sets up the chairs, and sits in one before she addresses the crowd.
"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you guys lately. It's my fault. I should have taken the time much sooner, but I didn't want to talk to anyone for a while.
"You see what the Internet leaked out about the invasion in my home was true. Someone did stab Frankenbear and write a message on my sheets. The cops didn't take it seriously, but they did catch a guy who later confessed to the crime. It was a fan who didn't like me, and thought he would scare me off the LOC.
"HE WAS WRONG!
The crowd cheered their heroine as she emphasized her courage. The three locals who were her first and most dedicated fans held up a large sign saying "Welcome Back!"
Khrystal smiled her largest smile, and stood up and took a small bow. "I'm not the only one who's back! Look up to the manager's box!
Dressed in a sport jacket with an One Bitch Army Tshirt under it was Frankenbear! His mismatched arms held up in a celebratory pose! The fans cheer!
"You guys wanna know why the attacker stabbed my manager and not me? Because my manager is a stuffed animal! He can't fight back! And he can't die either. As long as there is the smallest bit of stuffing, and some old couch available on the side of the road, there will always be Frankenbear! (Crowd cheers)
"He's my only friend, you know. I know you guys cheer for me, and you chant mine and Frankenbear's name on occasion, but I live alone, work alone, play alone, and that's all there is to that. When I walk through town, people stare, and laugh, and point. Despite the fact that I am champion of the greatest wrestling organization in the world, I can't get an invite to dinner, or even a lousy date from some of those guys who think big chicks are sexy.
Don't go all silent guys, it gets better. The reason I can't, or won't or whatever the reason is pales to the new news I got recently. I went to the doctor, and it looks like the treatments I've been getting for my acromegaly have stopped working. That's not good. In fact, it shortens my life by a few years. I thought I would hit 40, but the docs have now given me the great news that 35 may be the limit. Sco all you guys in the back, stop the steroid stuff. You know better, and I will take action, meaning beating your asses.
But that's ok. If you know you're gonna die early, you learn to set your priorities better than most. So I took a long time to sit and think what I was gonna do. I have given my life to this sport and you fans. You know more about me than I do myself. I have given my all to you, and I mean it all. I have hid nothing. You know my faults, my psychoses and nueroses, all the rough and smooth that is me. I have given it all to you.
"That's why I have come to this decision. As of right now, I announce...
The crowd holds it's breath for a second, and then starts a "Please don't go!" chant.
Walker stands up to her full height, and raises her hands to stop the chants. "What do you mean, Please don't go! I'm not going anywhere! I have given it all to you and I'm making more! Don't worry, I'm here in the LOC till the end! And if the docs are right, if Death comes, all I can say is he better bring some help! I ain't going down easy! This is the LOC and nobody goes down easy! We fight! Fight! Fight! Let's see who else wants to talk now! Cya later!
'Trouble' by Pink plays as Khrystal leaves, waving to the crowd.