...the future is littered with prizes...
[[San Francisco]]
[[Ten o'clock on a Tuesday morning]]
[[It's been awhile - perhaps too long, since we've had cameras here. But unlike some of us she doesn't have any reasons. Any excuses. She just didn't want to invite them into her home. So she did]]
[[Angelica sits on her couch, chin resting gently on her hands, watching the camera]]
Angelica: I suppose I should say something, now that Baby Knight has called me out. How about: 'I pinned you'. Yeah, that sounds about right. For all your endless prattling about nothing, for all your supposedly unbeatable technical skill, for all your attempts to shut me up by shouting 'no, no, look over here, pay no attention to what she's saying because I'm edgy and ever so long-winded' you lost. I won.
And here's why. Not because I'm a better wrestler than you. Not because I talk concentric circles around you while you stand at the centre and cry out 'lies, lies' to anyone who will listen. Not because I like bringing up old jokes that some people probably hoped would never come up again.
It's because I was ready for you. Hell - last week I was ready for anything - even, rumour has it, Zombie Flesh. I prepared myself for you. I watched you. And I waited for you to make a mistake. That's a lesson for you. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone. I usually make twenty or so in the first two minutes of a match. But when you made your mistake, I rolled you up and that was that. You want to beat me? Either learn to step out from your ego and try to minimize your mistakes while capitalizing on mine or find some way to not make a mistake.
I'm an underdog Trevor. I have been all my life. I've made a career out of it. It works for me. Even now there's only a handful of people that can step back and realize what I've done in my career, that realize what I've accomplished when I'm focused. You're not one of them. That's alright. I don't care if you do or not. Just remember what happened last week. And know that it will happen again and again.
I'm three steps ahead of you Trevor. How are you going to catch up?
[[A brief cause while she shifts gears. Nice and slow.]]
Indiez. Now how cool is that? I go from wrestling a string of matches against and with a guy who named himself after a brand of underwear to a guy that thinks it's appropriate and 'kewl' to replace an 's' with a 'z'. Though really, I suppose I shouldn't talk. Someone might get the idea that I'm only able to make fun of other people's ridiculous monikers.
So here's how it goes Barry. I don't know that much about you. You haven't been here long enough for me to get a good picture of who you are, what your skills are. Point in your favour. I've been trying to find out, but it's been slow going. Seems you like to appear, stay only a few matches then gone again. Another point in your favour.
But it's never supposed to be as easy as all that. I know your type, know your attitude. Cocky. Confident, My favorite type of opponent. Because it's much more fun when they realize it's over and I've just pinned them. You've got a good record around here. Two and naught. Good job. But I'm not like Surge, or the so-called Expert, or Kellie, or Glass Joe... I mean Nick Swifkicky. I don't topple in a strong breeze. My shoulders don't stay pinned to the mat very easily.
Be ready Friday. You may have a few advantages but I have more than a few surprises.
[[Fade]]