Post by The Perfect Ten on Jun 20, 2011 16:44:38 GMT -5
Unlike the usual skimpy attire Kaylyn was known to wear, as the feed opened today it was to see her wearing a custom made white tank top. Her bottoms were a pair of black shorts hanging low around her waist and hugging those curves, more so hugging her bottom as the material rested just under that firm ass of hers. Her hair was down as in most cases, and flowing freely as she walked those last few blocks towards the gym.
Entering the gym the camera man was ahead of her backing his way through the door and followed her there after, the camera slipping to catch her bottom and the way her hips moved as she walked. A clearing of her throat without her even looking towards the camera had it back on the back of her head instead of focusing on her ass.
“Do you think for one second I don't know where that camera was pointing? Silly boy. I have been around long enough to know just where the camera goes when a woman turns her back to it. Like I told you long ago.... keep your manners in check around me, or I will have to check them for you. Anyway.. this week I am defending against a man known as Michael Santiago. Sorry am I supposed to be impressed with that? Quite frankly I am not... more so after hearing him spew his trash all over the place.”
Kaylyn got right down to stretching in front of a mirror. Keeping her eyes on it at all time she spread her legs before bending forward, the camera focusing on her in full.. front and back with this view, but stretching was not going to stop her from talking.
“So a guy who comes and gets a few wins is all happy go lucky to have a shot at the title that I currently hold. Third match and you have a title shot, someone must be looking at you and seeing that talent.. Oh please. My second match here... I went for that title, that your buddy boy, Mr. clumsy himself holds now. Real talent was seen the day I stepped into the ring, and that's why yours truly was put into the title scene, not just once... but right after that again against Mr. Kash. That's why yours truly not only has a title to hold, but has also defended it more then once to retain. It's not luck Santiago, its skill... and that is something you are going to find out for yourself this week. You see, you might think that it is just luck on my side... but just because I am a woman in the business does not mean I don't have the skill to take down any man in the back. I don't care who they are, I can get the job done. I was trained by the best... and therefore, I am unstoppable. Even if you beat me.. it won't stop me from coming back for more. Hell, you would probably have better luck buying a new television then you will of taking this title from me.”
Kay straightened up and twisted her body side to side making sure she was lose before sitting on the floor still facing that mirror. Spreading her legs apart so they were practically at each side she bent forward resting against the ground with her arms out in front of her before moving from one side, to the next.
“What either of us has done in the ring before now... is pointless, because its not any of those other opponents that will be across the ring. No, this time I get someone fresh, just like yourself. This time, you have no idea what you are stepping into. I might look fragile, but I am far from it. I won't break easily Santiago, and the only way you will get this title from me is if you break me. Sorry chump, but that is not going to happen. Kash came back week after week trying to regain this title from me.. and it did not happen. If someone like him can't get it back... or retain it in the first place against me.. what makes you think you will have a chance? Yes, I know I said anything we have done before now is pointless, but look at him... look at who he defeated before coming into the ring against myself. All I need is that split second and I could roll you up and steal the win like everyone first said I did with Kash. I look for opportunities in the ring, and I take what I can get. I have no shame in how I win a match.. no matter what the case may be. I have no shame in anything I do. The bottom line is... I am ruthless, and when I step into the ring.. my opponents become my punching bags... Are you ready to stand there while I pound you?”
She sent a wink into the mirror which the camera caught. Her little play on words had a smirk coming across her face before she continued.
“We are both in this business for our own reasons... mine? Love of the sport. A way to knock the living hell out of someone in front of the fans and not have any repercussions at all. Yeah the backstage scuffles happen here and there, but outside the arena? Oh outside the arena for the things that I want to do to people, damn, my ass would be locked up in a heartbeat, and well... this ass is far too fine to be in jail. All those eyes watching me with every move I make... the hunger in them.. oh wait. That's everywhere I go. Never mind!”
She laughed softly and had that oh so fake innocent look upon her for a second.
“You see Santi, it's like this... you can have your whole fucking stable at ringside, and it still wouldn't do shit for you. A truck of a man Odin, and his little rat Gil... I can take all three of you on alone and still scrape out the win somehow. I am just that fucking amazing. You want to get to the top of this company.. that is fine, but the problem is, those few steps up the ladder that you have taken already... well, they are not going to mean shit when your bad luck continues in the ring and I knock you off them. You will be laying on the mat... right back at the bottom all over again, and I will be laughing it up knowing I am that much closer to proving to everyone that I am not just some eye candy. I am a fucking hard hitting bitch that will knock you on your ass the second I can.”
“For me, it's not about the wins and losses... though the wins are pretty fucking amazing. It's about what happens in the ring. How much you can wear your opponent out, how much you can break them. Even if I am the broken one in the end, you had better believe I will not be the only one feeling it. I make sure every opponent I face feels the same thing.. even if you walk out with the win... the pain will be there. It will get to you. Haunt you for days. If I do win... it will haunt you for weeks. See, the ring... it's my playhouse.. and you, well, you are just a little toy tossed into the mix. Now for myself... I was never the girly type... barbies, doll houses... they all got destroyed. It was.. rather fun ripping the heads off of a barbies body just to toss her into the trash. That's what I plan to do to you Santi, toss you into the trash.”
A door slams, and Kaylyn springs to her feet, turning around. As she does so, the camera follows the direction her eyes go, and in front of her is the young Roy Speede. He takes a few steps further into the building from the entrance way, and looks around a bit, seeing just who is in the gym today. He spots Kaylyn, and strolls over.
Roy Speede: "Well hey, Miss Kaylyn! Don't you look fine today? Rhetorical's, of course- you're always lookin' good. I didn't realize you trained here?"
Kaylyn: "Uh, yeah, actually. I've been training here for quite a while. I've never seen you around here before though."
Roy Speede: "Actually, I'm trying this place out for the first time. I figured interacting with others besides those in my circle of friends would probably give me more training experience. Is your training going well? Gotta be in top shape to defend that TV Title, you know... Well, by the looks of it, you are, but that's beside the point. Michael Santiago is going to be targeting you big time this Monday."
Kaylyn: "Yeah, well I'm kinda surprised, actually. I've never really stopped to talk to you."
Kaylyn lets out a chuckle.
Kaylyn: "But yeah, I'm getting another training session in before lunch, and then I'm going to head over to the arena."
Roy Speede: "Lunch, huh? Well, I was actually going to grab a bite to eat for myself when I finished my training session. Maybe we could grab a bite together"
Kaylyn: "Well... You know what, sure. I guess it's better to make a friend out of you than an enemy, or at least, it seems that way for now. It's not like you're after my title or anything."
Kaylyn and Roy share a laugh.
Roy Speede: "Most certainly not. The TV Title is nice, but I want something bigger than that. I want something sweeter than any title; I'm working on revenge, you know?"
Kaylyn: "Revenge, huh? Oh that's right, mister 'Son of Treachery', you get to face your papa this week."
Roy Speede: "Yeah, but I'm not too worried about that; Logan's latest return has been nothing but a joke. So you all ready to bring down Santi?"
Kaylyn: "I'm more than ready. I'm not just going to bring him down, I'm going to teach him not to underestimate a girl because of her looks."
Roy Speede: "Well, if you want some help training, the ring's empty; we could have a sparring match, if you're up for it?"
Kaylyn: "Is that a challenge, Speede? Okay, you're on!"
Kaylyn and Roy slide under the bottom rope and both get to their feet almost simultaneously.
Roy Speede: "You're sure you're ready for this?"
Kaylyn: "Roy, I told you, the perfect ten was born ready."
The two lock up collar and elbow in the ring,, and Kaylyn backs Roy into the corner. Roy steps out of the corner as she lets him go, and Kaylyn catches him with a cutter. As Roy gets to his feet, Kaylyn puts him in a sleeper hold; he manages to get a hand under her arm and pull the arm out enough so that he could breathe and even manage to speak.
Roy Speede: "You are ready for this."
Kaylyn: "I told you."
Roy Speede: "Alright then. I'm taking this into high gear."
He breaks her grip, and twists her arm up, ducking under it, and holds her wrist against the back of her top. She struggles, but manages to use her other arm to hit him with a sit-out stunner, and he staggers backward, dazed long enough for her to spear him to the ground.
Kaylyn: "Had enough?"
Roy Speede: "Enough is never enough, babygurl."
She smirks. She didn't like him calling her that, so she picked him up off the ground and putting him in a full nelson. He struggled, but couldn't manage to get out of it in time, and she ended up planting him with a KY Bomb. As if it were an actual match, she pins him down, and one of the spectators actually slaps the mat as if he were a referee.
One- Two- Three!
Kaylyn gets to her feet, and helps Roy get to his.
Roy Speede: "Alrighty, remind me never to go after your TV Title."
Kaylyn: "Why's that?"
Roy Speede: "You're good. You're really good. You beat me in a sparring session... in two minutes."
Kaylyn giggles.
Kaylyn: "Let me guess, you were taking it easy on me because I'm a girl, weren't you?"
Roy Speede: "No, I actually wasn't. I just wasn't about to risk injuring you this close to your title defense, so I was avoiding all the power moves."
Kaylyn laughs more, before excusing herself to the shower. It was not long before she was stepping out of it and the camera was right there when she did.
“Jesus, can't even give me time to get fully dressed? I have said all I needed to say in regards to Santiago, his time is over. His luck... is going to continue just as it is, now please... wait outside while I get dressed!”
She shoved the camera away and when she was seen again it was fully clothed once more, this time in a yellow sundress. Seeing Roy she smirked before walking over.
Kaylyn: "Sorry about that. I'm done with my training for now. I'm ready when you are if you still want that bite to eat after the way I embarrassed you."
Roy Speede: "Embarrassed? No, I'm not embarrassed. I lost a match to the Television Champ, what's there to be embarrassed about? You're as good as any male wrestler."
Kaylyn: “Train later, food now.”
Roy Speede: "I guess I can blow off my training until later if you wanted to go now."
She laughed before heading towards the door.
Roy Speede: "So where we going?"
It was the last thing heard as they walked through the door to go and get a bite to eat and the camera faded to nothing.
Entering the gym the camera man was ahead of her backing his way through the door and followed her there after, the camera slipping to catch her bottom and the way her hips moved as she walked. A clearing of her throat without her even looking towards the camera had it back on the back of her head instead of focusing on her ass.
“Do you think for one second I don't know where that camera was pointing? Silly boy. I have been around long enough to know just where the camera goes when a woman turns her back to it. Like I told you long ago.... keep your manners in check around me, or I will have to check them for you. Anyway.. this week I am defending against a man known as Michael Santiago. Sorry am I supposed to be impressed with that? Quite frankly I am not... more so after hearing him spew his trash all over the place.”
Kaylyn got right down to stretching in front of a mirror. Keeping her eyes on it at all time she spread her legs before bending forward, the camera focusing on her in full.. front and back with this view, but stretching was not going to stop her from talking.
“So a guy who comes and gets a few wins is all happy go lucky to have a shot at the title that I currently hold. Third match and you have a title shot, someone must be looking at you and seeing that talent.. Oh please. My second match here... I went for that title, that your buddy boy, Mr. clumsy himself holds now. Real talent was seen the day I stepped into the ring, and that's why yours truly was put into the title scene, not just once... but right after that again against Mr. Kash. That's why yours truly not only has a title to hold, but has also defended it more then once to retain. It's not luck Santiago, its skill... and that is something you are going to find out for yourself this week. You see, you might think that it is just luck on my side... but just because I am a woman in the business does not mean I don't have the skill to take down any man in the back. I don't care who they are, I can get the job done. I was trained by the best... and therefore, I am unstoppable. Even if you beat me.. it won't stop me from coming back for more. Hell, you would probably have better luck buying a new television then you will of taking this title from me.”
Kay straightened up and twisted her body side to side making sure she was lose before sitting on the floor still facing that mirror. Spreading her legs apart so they were practically at each side she bent forward resting against the ground with her arms out in front of her before moving from one side, to the next.
“What either of us has done in the ring before now... is pointless, because its not any of those other opponents that will be across the ring. No, this time I get someone fresh, just like yourself. This time, you have no idea what you are stepping into. I might look fragile, but I am far from it. I won't break easily Santiago, and the only way you will get this title from me is if you break me. Sorry chump, but that is not going to happen. Kash came back week after week trying to regain this title from me.. and it did not happen. If someone like him can't get it back... or retain it in the first place against me.. what makes you think you will have a chance? Yes, I know I said anything we have done before now is pointless, but look at him... look at who he defeated before coming into the ring against myself. All I need is that split second and I could roll you up and steal the win like everyone first said I did with Kash. I look for opportunities in the ring, and I take what I can get. I have no shame in how I win a match.. no matter what the case may be. I have no shame in anything I do. The bottom line is... I am ruthless, and when I step into the ring.. my opponents become my punching bags... Are you ready to stand there while I pound you?”
She sent a wink into the mirror which the camera caught. Her little play on words had a smirk coming across her face before she continued.
“We are both in this business for our own reasons... mine? Love of the sport. A way to knock the living hell out of someone in front of the fans and not have any repercussions at all. Yeah the backstage scuffles happen here and there, but outside the arena? Oh outside the arena for the things that I want to do to people, damn, my ass would be locked up in a heartbeat, and well... this ass is far too fine to be in jail. All those eyes watching me with every move I make... the hunger in them.. oh wait. That's everywhere I go. Never mind!”
She laughed softly and had that oh so fake innocent look upon her for a second.
“You see Santi, it's like this... you can have your whole fucking stable at ringside, and it still wouldn't do shit for you. A truck of a man Odin, and his little rat Gil... I can take all three of you on alone and still scrape out the win somehow. I am just that fucking amazing. You want to get to the top of this company.. that is fine, but the problem is, those few steps up the ladder that you have taken already... well, they are not going to mean shit when your bad luck continues in the ring and I knock you off them. You will be laying on the mat... right back at the bottom all over again, and I will be laughing it up knowing I am that much closer to proving to everyone that I am not just some eye candy. I am a fucking hard hitting bitch that will knock you on your ass the second I can.”
“For me, it's not about the wins and losses... though the wins are pretty fucking amazing. It's about what happens in the ring. How much you can wear your opponent out, how much you can break them. Even if I am the broken one in the end, you had better believe I will not be the only one feeling it. I make sure every opponent I face feels the same thing.. even if you walk out with the win... the pain will be there. It will get to you. Haunt you for days. If I do win... it will haunt you for weeks. See, the ring... it's my playhouse.. and you, well, you are just a little toy tossed into the mix. Now for myself... I was never the girly type... barbies, doll houses... they all got destroyed. It was.. rather fun ripping the heads off of a barbies body just to toss her into the trash. That's what I plan to do to you Santi, toss you into the trash.”
A door slams, and Kaylyn springs to her feet, turning around. As she does so, the camera follows the direction her eyes go, and in front of her is the young Roy Speede. He takes a few steps further into the building from the entrance way, and looks around a bit, seeing just who is in the gym today. He spots Kaylyn, and strolls over.
Roy Speede: "Well hey, Miss Kaylyn! Don't you look fine today? Rhetorical's, of course- you're always lookin' good. I didn't realize you trained here?"
Kaylyn: "Uh, yeah, actually. I've been training here for quite a while. I've never seen you around here before though."
Roy Speede: "Actually, I'm trying this place out for the first time. I figured interacting with others besides those in my circle of friends would probably give me more training experience. Is your training going well? Gotta be in top shape to defend that TV Title, you know... Well, by the looks of it, you are, but that's beside the point. Michael Santiago is going to be targeting you big time this Monday."
Kaylyn: "Yeah, well I'm kinda surprised, actually. I've never really stopped to talk to you."
Kaylyn lets out a chuckle.
Kaylyn: "But yeah, I'm getting another training session in before lunch, and then I'm going to head over to the arena."
Roy Speede: "Lunch, huh? Well, I was actually going to grab a bite to eat for myself when I finished my training session. Maybe we could grab a bite together"
Kaylyn: "Well... You know what, sure. I guess it's better to make a friend out of you than an enemy, or at least, it seems that way for now. It's not like you're after my title or anything."
Kaylyn and Roy share a laugh.
Roy Speede: "Most certainly not. The TV Title is nice, but I want something bigger than that. I want something sweeter than any title; I'm working on revenge, you know?"
Kaylyn: "Revenge, huh? Oh that's right, mister 'Son of Treachery', you get to face your papa this week."
Roy Speede: "Yeah, but I'm not too worried about that; Logan's latest return has been nothing but a joke. So you all ready to bring down Santi?"
Kaylyn: "I'm more than ready. I'm not just going to bring him down, I'm going to teach him not to underestimate a girl because of her looks."
Roy Speede: "Well, if you want some help training, the ring's empty; we could have a sparring match, if you're up for it?"
Kaylyn: "Is that a challenge, Speede? Okay, you're on!"
Kaylyn and Roy slide under the bottom rope and both get to their feet almost simultaneously.
Roy Speede: "You're sure you're ready for this?"
Kaylyn: "Roy, I told you, the perfect ten was born ready."
The two lock up collar and elbow in the ring,, and Kaylyn backs Roy into the corner. Roy steps out of the corner as she lets him go, and Kaylyn catches him with a cutter. As Roy gets to his feet, Kaylyn puts him in a sleeper hold; he manages to get a hand under her arm and pull the arm out enough so that he could breathe and even manage to speak.
Roy Speede: "You are ready for this."
Kaylyn: "I told you."
Roy Speede: "Alright then. I'm taking this into high gear."
He breaks her grip, and twists her arm up, ducking under it, and holds her wrist against the back of her top. She struggles, but manages to use her other arm to hit him with a sit-out stunner, and he staggers backward, dazed long enough for her to spear him to the ground.
Kaylyn: "Had enough?"
Roy Speede: "Enough is never enough, babygurl."
She smirks. She didn't like him calling her that, so she picked him up off the ground and putting him in a full nelson. He struggled, but couldn't manage to get out of it in time, and she ended up planting him with a KY Bomb. As if it were an actual match, she pins him down, and one of the spectators actually slaps the mat as if he were a referee.
One- Two- Three!
Kaylyn gets to her feet, and helps Roy get to his.
Roy Speede: "Alrighty, remind me never to go after your TV Title."
Kaylyn: "Why's that?"
Roy Speede: "You're good. You're really good. You beat me in a sparring session... in two minutes."
Kaylyn giggles.
Kaylyn: "Let me guess, you were taking it easy on me because I'm a girl, weren't you?"
Roy Speede: "No, I actually wasn't. I just wasn't about to risk injuring you this close to your title defense, so I was avoiding all the power moves."
Kaylyn laughs more, before excusing herself to the shower. It was not long before she was stepping out of it and the camera was right there when she did.
“Jesus, can't even give me time to get fully dressed? I have said all I needed to say in regards to Santiago, his time is over. His luck... is going to continue just as it is, now please... wait outside while I get dressed!”
She shoved the camera away and when she was seen again it was fully clothed once more, this time in a yellow sundress. Seeing Roy she smirked before walking over.
Kaylyn: "Sorry about that. I'm done with my training for now. I'm ready when you are if you still want that bite to eat after the way I embarrassed you."
Roy Speede: "Embarrassed? No, I'm not embarrassed. I lost a match to the Television Champ, what's there to be embarrassed about? You're as good as any male wrestler."
Kaylyn: “Train later, food now.”
Roy Speede: "I guess I can blow off my training until later if you wanted to go now."
She laughed before heading towards the door.
Roy Speede: "So where we going?"
It was the last thing heard as they walked through the door to go and get a bite to eat and the camera faded to nothing.
