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★ Blackbird
Topic Started: May 19 2018, 11:19 PM (125 Views)
Regan Crowe
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Do not pet.

For Continuity: The first Rage after Superbattle.
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Welcome back to PRW Rage, live in Jacksonville. Early in the second hour of the show Regan Crowe comes on screen in her club hoodie sporting two slowly healing black eyes and a bandage on the bridge of her nose, still feeling the affects of the Superbattle.

The Rage audience had very little issue with popping for her appearing on the Tron. She hung her head twirling the microphone in her hand, carefully avoiding the mic collar while she waited for them to get the cheering out of their system. Not playing up to it in anyway before going on.

“First off. I’d like to say. I’m actually backstage. I just don’t wanna come out there.” This was her trying to turn the crowd away from her and it worked to an extent, garnering some boos. Listen, I don’t do these very often.”

“But, apparently…” with a sigh, cringing because she knew another pop was coming whether she wanted it or not so she tried to speak through it without stopping. “…I won the Superbattle match so this is where we are. I did everything in my power to not have to be in that match but as usual. No one wanted to play with Regan.”

“At least not willingly. A lot of people in that locker room talk a big game. They may respect me, they might also wanna bang me on an equipment crate like the savages they are,” shrugging off the thought with a shake of her head.

“And they may applaud my performances but many of them are simply afraid of me. They won’t go to war with me. Hell they don’t wanna touch up and work a throwaway match at the training center.”

“So I have to beg and plead to do my damn job entertaining you people until I’m given no choice but to be in a match I don’t want to be in and make them play with Regan. Bing, bang, boom. I win it. Predictable as always.”

She began to pace in front of the camera, walking back and fourth in frame, lackadaisically as if she couldn’t stay still. “I know what competition brings out of me. It’s ugly, it’s working out until I pass out. It’s bringing a sledgehammer to every fight. It’s making people in the front row uncomfortable, it’s my matches being censored for blood on the regular but this fire has kept me undefeated, because we collectively act as if the Cyanide title shit never happened.

She clenched her jaw and nodded her head towards the camera, “I’ve been pinned let’s just get that out of the way and stop creating a false narrative to sell tickets. I know some of you smarks that really follow the history of every damn wrassler knew that already and are just freaking out that I mentioned the shenanigans that were that 24/7 rule for that garbage title. But you know whatever. I’ve never lost a match that wasn’t meant to be funny. There, happy?”

“Now let’s get back to the current climate, here we are again, me, winning a fight. And quite frankly. I’m sick of it. I’m tired of my own victorious nature. I’m sick of it. I didn’t sign my contract in 2010 for this. To become a borderline mythical mean girl. Held in this high regard. I’d be in the Hall of Fame already if I didn’t keep telling them no everytime they called. All I ever did was fight, all they ever did was lose! How is that my fault? Now I’m on this goddamn pedestal I didn’t ask for! Now I got all this pressure on me to win a title in Oregon! I don’t wanna win the Undisputed strap, in Oregon! What the hell? That’s gross. I hope I lose. Who parties after a win in Oregon? Where? Do what? Why are we having an event there at all?” Shades of her old self, worrying about what really should not matter.

“But this, this is you. You all made me this, you made me Regina George with no ending and you know why? Because all of you that came at me who always came up short. To all the fans that built me up as some kind of unbeatable icon.” Shaking her head once again as she finally stilled center screen.

“In the words of someone who actually did pin me for the cyanide title.”

It was a cliche for dramatic effect, she stepped up to the camera, holding an almost empty stare. “Somebody stop me.” That turned into something that read of a tired old soul, actually pleading to be stopped. So that this madness could come to an end. With that, she gave the camera a love tap with the microphone just a simple little knock before walking off screen.

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"But I can't relax until this is over, this is what makes me, me"
LOL. I feel like this should be your sig in so many ways.
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