Screw You Guys

Taylor made her way down to the ring in between the evening's matches. With the cameras rolling she grabbed a mic and took up a perch sitting on one of the turnbuckles. She looked beaten up, there were partially healed cuts and bruises on her face, and her sweatshirt, which had the words "I Probably Hate You" in bold print across the front, obscured more bruises. She kept the hood up and pulled tight and the sleeves over her hands, and she was actually wearing jeans for once.

She didn't look happy. Her usual energy and ever present grin were both conspicuously absent. She didn't look like she was having fun at all. There was a long pause before she lifted to mic to speak.


"So guys I lost my first two matches here. It's better that you hear it from me instead of someone else who would just embellish the stories and fill your heads with lies.

"First off, you may want to have someone examine Kei Maxwell. That chick... is TOTALLY... a dude. So yeah, he-she edged me out in the match because I don't take testosterone supplements and grow facial hair. Okay? So gross.

"Annnnnd speaking of gross that brings us to the lovely and talented Sarah Katt, or whatever. The number one thing you need to know about our beloved Friction star is that she's a TOTAL FAKE." Her face soured dramatically. She clenched her teeth together before going on.

"She acts all hardcore, she's got all of you idiots believing that she's so badass. Well I guess that makes me some kind of super-badass because I was KICKING. HER. ASS. Allllllllllllllll the way up until she brings in her girlfriends to help her out. I didn't know I was signing up for a match against a threesome. So if bad ass means letting other people beat someone down and then doing horrible and kinky things to them while they're unconscious, then yes. Sarah is totally that. She also totally has a thing for my body. It's okay. I know I'm hot."

Taylor stopped and worked her jaw up and down, rubbing it on one side. All this talking was irritating it.

"For the record, guys, I think she brought in her bodyguards because she didn't want anyone to see her cry. She was totally tearing up. What a fake. And her precious leather jacket was totally like $25 of the rack at Marshalls... not that you have that here." she coughed lightly.

Taylor hopped down from the turnbuckle and moved into the center of the ring.

"As for the rest of you guys, get in line, I guess. 0 and 2 doesn't sound so great, but no one'll look down on me when it's 20 and 2. Okay? I can fight." she said forcefully, angrily, and her voice quavered a little bit. She sounded like she was convincing herself as much as anyone. "I can fight, and I'm not going anywhere. There's nowhere else to go." She blinked several times.

"Before you know it I'll be on top, and all of you will be telling stories about the time Taylor kicked your ass so bad that you still tear up just thinking about it. You can thank me later, because you'll all be spending plenty of time with the EMT's, and if you have the same guy he's pretty cute."

"So, whoever the hell is in charge of this place, book me a match, and not against one of the 80-pound 13-year-olds that you have running around here, okaay? And Sarah, you can look me up again when you drop the call-girls and pick up some talent. You're. Ridiculous."

Taylor dropped the mic and left, hoping that no one noticed her dabbing tears out of the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

(Got real confused here for a second but I think you meant "Gatt", cause http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/post1184.html?hilit=katt#p1184 .)

[I'm well aware of her name. So is Taylor, for that matter. It wasn't a typo. But (lol) I didn't know there actually was a Sarah Katt, but that only makes it more interesting. Sorry to confuse. Also, I'm flattered that you read far enough into it to find and notice that ^_^ ]

I liked it.