Post by Baby Dogg on Aug 27, 2009 7:57:55 GMT -5
The scene fades in on Baby Dogg’s locker room. She’s sitting smoking a cigarette, with the CRF Hardcore Championship resting on her lap. She takes a long draw on the cigarette, then begins to speak.
“So Takedown is right around the corner, an’ we’ve heard from most o’ the so-called talent slated tae appear. Shame none of it’s remotely engagin’ or original. What’s the highlight? Jake Jones whinin’ as usual about bugger all, all yon same old “I’m so great an’ underappreciated” balls we’ve come tae expect from him week in, week out? Nail an’ Harry pretendin’ like they’re the ones in the right, an’ the world betrayed them? Fighter-X stuck in a pointless rage over the actions of people who barely even register as human? Or maybe Magician leechin’ off the past glories of other people. Ice an’ Poseidon bickerin’ over nothin’ very much at all. Monster tryin’ ta be all scary an’ intimidatin’- hah. He’s about as intimidatin’ as a Care Bear.”
She pauses in thought for a second.
“Actually yon elephant was pretty freaky like, but ye ken whit I mean. Worst of all I think are Eternal an’ 3D bein’ ever so noble, if no’ just a wee bit boneheaded, in STILL pushin’ Draven ta give Minarin a rematch… an’ Draven moanin’ like a spoiled, petulant brat every time they ask him when he’s SUPPOSED ta be busy runnin’ the company, not that he does a great job on that anyway. Then there’s WTY, still runnin’ their mouths as usual even though only one of ’em has ever accomplished anythin’ at all in CRF, ever. What, they think by callin’ ays a few names I’m gonnae give a flyin’ f'k what any o’ them think? Sorry boys, you ain’t worth ma time. As fer their idea that I’m somehow Killa Jay’s new pen pal, that’s possibly the most retarded thing I’ve heard in weeks. What was it Jay said he was in it for a couple o’ weeks back? Money, power, fame an’ women. Hah. I already got enough money ta be comfortable, an’ I don’t need ta be no damn millionaire. Power is a myth. Fame is a pain in the arse. As fer women, sorry ta disappoint yez all but I ain’t a lesbian, however much ye might fantasise about it. Alien as this concept may sound, I ain’t throwin’ ma lot in with a man who only cares about what he can get.”
She shifts her weight and takes another draw on the cigarette.
“Problem is, everybody’s all so damn wrapped up themselves an' their petty disputes. Nobody seems ta realise what’s really good fer this company as a whole. They just wanna get what they can out of it an’ f'k the consequences. Or worse, is what god knows how many folks are secretly thinkin’: “I should be runnin’ CRF.””
Baby Dogg shakes her head sadly.
“But then, if one person takes over, it’ll be the same damn problem as when Fighter-X was runnin’ the show, an’ the same damn problem as now, when Draven is runnin’ the show: One person in control always, always ends badly. One rule becomes corrupt, if no’ in the first place then in the successor. Rigid hierarchies promote jealousy an’ mistrust an’ backstabbin’, an’ one controller without a rigid structure becomes a puppet master. Well pardon me but I dinnae want ta see CRF end, badly or otherwise, which is why I ain’t gonna let any one individual take over. Yeah yeah, ‘benevolent dictator’ is a nice idea in theory. Whoop-de-friggin’-doo. Has it ever worked in real life? Any time period, any place in the world, any ideology. No, it hasnae. I’d rather live in a state of anarchy than that… so that’s what I’m backin’. If naebody can agree who should be in charge, then naebody at all should be in charge.”
She takes a final draw on her cigarette, then stubs it out on the faceplate of the Hardcore Championship.
“So that’s me. Anyone wants a shot at yon title here, any time, feel free. Anyone got a problem wi’ me, bring it. Give ays a match if ye want, or no’. Whatever, it makes nae difference ta me. I’m just gonnae keep rollin’ an’ dae what I’m daein’, keepin’ the little would-be dictators back while tryin’ ta dethrone the one we got. If that gets me cheered, great. If it gets me booed, f'k it, ain’t the end o’ the world. Peace out folks an’ dinna dae anythin’ I wouldnae do.”
She lights another cigarette as the image fades.
“So Takedown is right around the corner, an’ we’ve heard from most o’ the so-called talent slated tae appear. Shame none of it’s remotely engagin’ or original. What’s the highlight? Jake Jones whinin’ as usual about bugger all, all yon same old “I’m so great an’ underappreciated” balls we’ve come tae expect from him week in, week out? Nail an’ Harry pretendin’ like they’re the ones in the right, an’ the world betrayed them? Fighter-X stuck in a pointless rage over the actions of people who barely even register as human? Or maybe Magician leechin’ off the past glories of other people. Ice an’ Poseidon bickerin’ over nothin’ very much at all. Monster tryin’ ta be all scary an’ intimidatin’- hah. He’s about as intimidatin’ as a Care Bear.”
She pauses in thought for a second.
“Actually yon elephant was pretty freaky like, but ye ken whit I mean. Worst of all I think are Eternal an’ 3D bein’ ever so noble, if no’ just a wee bit boneheaded, in STILL pushin’ Draven ta give Minarin a rematch… an’ Draven moanin’ like a spoiled, petulant brat every time they ask him when he’s SUPPOSED ta be busy runnin’ the company, not that he does a great job on that anyway. Then there’s WTY, still runnin’ their mouths as usual even though only one of ’em has ever accomplished anythin’ at all in CRF, ever. What, they think by callin’ ays a few names I’m gonnae give a flyin’ f'k what any o’ them think? Sorry boys, you ain’t worth ma time. As fer their idea that I’m somehow Killa Jay’s new pen pal, that’s possibly the most retarded thing I’ve heard in weeks. What was it Jay said he was in it for a couple o’ weeks back? Money, power, fame an’ women. Hah. I already got enough money ta be comfortable, an’ I don’t need ta be no damn millionaire. Power is a myth. Fame is a pain in the arse. As fer women, sorry ta disappoint yez all but I ain’t a lesbian, however much ye might fantasise about it. Alien as this concept may sound, I ain’t throwin’ ma lot in with a man who only cares about what he can get.”
She shifts her weight and takes another draw on the cigarette.
“Problem is, everybody’s all so damn wrapped up themselves an' their petty disputes. Nobody seems ta realise what’s really good fer this company as a whole. They just wanna get what they can out of it an’ f'k the consequences. Or worse, is what god knows how many folks are secretly thinkin’: “I should be runnin’ CRF.””
Baby Dogg shakes her head sadly.
“But then, if one person takes over, it’ll be the same damn problem as when Fighter-X was runnin’ the show, an’ the same damn problem as now, when Draven is runnin’ the show: One person in control always, always ends badly. One rule becomes corrupt, if no’ in the first place then in the successor. Rigid hierarchies promote jealousy an’ mistrust an’ backstabbin’, an’ one controller without a rigid structure becomes a puppet master. Well pardon me but I dinnae want ta see CRF end, badly or otherwise, which is why I ain’t gonna let any one individual take over. Yeah yeah, ‘benevolent dictator’ is a nice idea in theory. Whoop-de-friggin’-doo. Has it ever worked in real life? Any time period, any place in the world, any ideology. No, it hasnae. I’d rather live in a state of anarchy than that… so that’s what I’m backin’. If naebody can agree who should be in charge, then naebody at all should be in charge.”
She takes a final draw on her cigarette, then stubs it out on the faceplate of the Hardcore Championship.
“So that’s me. Anyone wants a shot at yon title here, any time, feel free. Anyone got a problem wi’ me, bring it. Give ays a match if ye want, or no’. Whatever, it makes nae difference ta me. I’m just gonnae keep rollin’ an’ dae what I’m daein’, keepin’ the little would-be dictators back while tryin’ ta dethrone the one we got. If that gets me cheered, great. If it gets me booed, f'k it, ain’t the end o’ the world. Peace out folks an’ dinna dae anythin’ I wouldnae do.”
She lights another cigarette as the image fades.