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Just A Girl
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Topic Started: Dec 11 2011, 03:47 AM (187 Views)
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Misty
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Dec 11 2011, 03:47 AM
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Misty Lyn fires up a laptop on the table in front of the bed in her motel room and turns on the webcam.
Misty Lyn: Hi... I just need to watch something over again... gimme a sec here...
She clicks on something and watches a video of James Stall talking again. The video ends and she look into the camera.
Misty Lyn: You do just keep plugging away, don't you? Ok, so, yeah, I sound like the people I live with and hang out with... where does the surprise part come in?
She shakes her head before watching the video a second time.
Misty Lyn: James... can I ask you something?
She looks up from the video screen to the camera.
Misty Lyn: Why do you try so damn hard to piss people off if it's all supposed to be nothing personal with you?
She shrugs one shoulder, honestly curious.
Misty Lyn: If all you want is to be able to indiscriminately smack people around, hurt them and move on... why do you care if any of them hate you enough to respond? Why do you need to go to such elaborate lengths to get a rise out of somebody if it's not personal?
She chuckles, thinking on the last few stories on her he's tried to sell the world.
Misty Lyn: And by elaborate I mean how you change your story based on whether or not it's been “sold.” First it was my fault, now it's yours? I mean, you tell everybody you lie all the time and then blatantly do it and you're surprised that some of us just don't care what you say?
She starts to stand up but sits back down and raises an index finger.
Misty Lyn: And by the way, if you're gonna lie, at least try to get your facts straight. Kayla wasn't doing cocaine anymore when she relapsed, she'd discovered the wonders of Oxycontin by then. She was stealing pain killers left and right...
She pauses, her demeanor changing as the remembrances come surging back to her, sighing aloud.
Misty Lyn: So, tell me another one and then tell me why I should care. I already know it doesn't make a difference because you're gonna try to kill me in the match whether I'm pissed off at you or not, so tell me why I should pay attention to you anymore than I would anyone else? I know I asked before but, why are you trying so damn hard? I mean... you've called me a whore, big deal, so has everyone else it's like the default insult for a female wrestler the same way calling a male one gay is. So, what, did you go back inside that little pea brain of yours and go... “Hmm.. Hulk want smash, Hulk want angry... Hulk... LIE!!!!” and then rack your brains for something and the best you could come up with was...
She stops in mid-sentence and then looks away momentarily again.
Misty Lyn: You know what, nevermind because once again, you don't matter. You never will and there's something else, someone else I need to address anyway. Have fun with your whole, “Hulk Smash” video game type stuff, I'm sure you'll get a few here regardless of whether you win or lose so, you might as well enjoy yourself.
She rolls her eyes and clicks a button on the computer to watch another video, this time from the NEW TV Champion, Doc Holiday. She clicks off the video and then sits down on the bed behind her.
Misty Lyn: For once... he's right...
Biting her lip, she looks away from the camera for a second.
Misty Lyn: Desi was... and is... absolutely right...
She nods slowly.
Misty Lyn: You really wanna know? You're right, I never actually finished or graduated high school and I do, in fact hold only a G.E.D. as my educational achievement. I never went to so much as a community college, I never competed the way you did, never got the chance you did.
She looks down for a second and smiles self-deprecatingly.
Misty Lyn: You have to love that stereotype buster, don't you? The Asian chick who didn't achieve in school?
She looks down again, nodding.
Misty Lyn: But yeah... my parents were poor immigrants who came here from Korea thinking California was a dreamland, opportunities galore. First they tried Modesto, Bakersfield and Los Angeles before finally landing in San Diego when I was five. They scrimped and saved and eventually tried opening their own Korean barbecue joint and when I was sixteen, I stopped going to school and started working full-time for them. I got my G.E.D. And then when I was eighteen I was a cheerleader for the Chargers for a couple of years.
She pauses to give the camera disgusted look.
Misty Lyn: You probably love picturing that, don't you? Yeah, another lovely cliché...
She shakes her head.
Misty Lyn: I didn't get to even think about college. My parents couldn't afford it and neither could I. We were too poor to pay for it ourselves but made too much money to get enough help to really go and besides, my family needed me at the restaurant.
She pauses, memories flooding back over her.
Misty Lyn: When I was twenty-three, the restaurant closed and that's how I ended up working at Comic Con and thus how I met Kayla Jade. She's who talked me into trying wrestling and when I was twenty-four, we made our debut as a tag team and that run culminated two years later when we won the NEW World tag team championships.
Standing up and turning defiant, Misty glares into the camera.
Misty Lyn: That's right, Desi... two little girls, one coked out of her mind and the other her little Asian nursemaid, came here, to NEW and we beat all of those big bad men to walk out with championship gold on our first try! True, we didn't hold it for very long but the very fact that we held at all would kinda seem to shoot that whole, “girls don't belong in the man's world” to hell, wouldn't it? Because if that theory held water, we'd have never gotten near those championships, hell, we wouldn't have even won the first match and yet, there it is in the record books in black and white for the world to see, Femme Mafiosa, Kayla Jade and Misty Lyn, NEW World Tag Team Champions! And after that, yeah, our careers kinda flattened out a little bit. Kayla went her way and I went to the hospital where I was told I'd be lucky if I didn't die the first night!
She walks up and glares directly into the camera, giving an extreme close-up.
Misty Lyn: Don't you get it, Desi.. with all your college credits, your college victories, your precious gold belt... you haven't accomplished HALF of what I have because I was never supposed to be here in the first place and then I was never supposed to come back! The mere fact that I am means I've accomplished at least two miracles in my life! What have you done to compete with that, Desi? I mean, I'm just a girl who shouldn't be wrestling with the men at all, and I'm that poor Asian girl that Kayla Jade threw away and then had a car crash. I'm supposed to be dead or a vegetable and instead, I'm walking into an arena, staring you in the face and daring you to do what a half ton pick-up doing ninety miles an hour couldn't do! I'm just a girl, Desi... but I'm just the girl that you can't make go away! You, Career Stall, Iron Douche, Miller, Matthews and every other misogynistic loser in this company, you all say the same damn thing and you know how many of you have backed it up? Not a goddamned one of you! I'm Misty Lyn, and I'm just the one-hundred and thirty-five pound girl that's going to walk into the Challenger Series like all of you bigger, stronger men and at the end of the night, I'll still be the one you all wonder why you couldn't put me down!
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