Post by Toxicita on Sept 10, 2023 3:25:06 GMT -5
Perfection Begins at Home
The Beginning
~All on Camera~
After turning a few more pages she tossed the magazine onto her vanity and scooted her chair closer to it. In the mirror her nearly white hair was styled to perfection as she painted her smirk with a black lipstick. She rolled her eyes and dropped the lipstick onto the vanity top without even putting the lid on it.
"It's insulting to be a part of a division where Destiny Michaels is considered the 'staple'. She's more interested in making calls home to mommy and daddy to get a big ol’ pat on the back for winning a match with her loser boyfriend to be any sort of 'staple'. I actually tried to look her up and aside from her matches, most of which she has lost, there's not much. She expects people to stalk her to figure out anything about her. So what do you have to hide Des?" A hint of concern can be heard as Toxicita twisted her face into a grown, "what is it you're so scared of to put out there? You've already shown us all how much of a loser you are. You couldn't even beat that emo wanna be turned E-girl Mika Attano. I bet your self proclaimed ‘Rich Bitch’ title is just as fake as your hair color and tits. Even if that’s not your big secret you won’t be considered a ‘Rich Bitch’ once I embarrass you so bad your family disowns you from the shame. "
Toxicita turns around in her chair leaning forward on it with her arms crossed over the back. "The loser versus the perfectionist now that's rich. It's time for you to hang up your boots and be a good woman Des, go take care of your man and nurse him back to health for the sake of both of your livelihoods. Without him, you'll be on the streets begging for loose change and appling for government assistance because let's face it, you can't wrestle and you're too stupid to work any other job under the sun, the least you can do is be a good blowup doll and give Begji something to do while he licks his wounds," Toxicita sticks her bottom lip out, "and while you're at it you can cry about how mommy and daddy are disappointed that it only took me three minutes to end your big girl wrestler career and any future you may have had making money on only fans.”
Toxicita stands up and kicks the chair over before pulling the camera man closer by his collar. She smiles while speaking into the camera, "I'm going to make the women's division here on Rise something. I'm going to make this division mean something. Then, I'm going to make my way over to Anarchy and do the same damn thing. Before anyone knows it I'm going to be the face of this division, of this whole damn company! And it all starts with you baby girl. It starts when I bash your face in." Toxixcita shoved the man back and walks back over to the vanity while talking, "I'm not a gal who can't put in a little hard work but the thing is," Toxicita leans on the vanity and faces the camera, "it's literally going to take just a little push to make it to the top of the women's division here on Rise. There's maaaaaaybe two females who can handle their own. The rest of the women on this roster are just more Destinys, the nobodies, the filler, the help. Destiny, you're probably jumping for joy at the sound that you are worth more than piss in the men's urinals but all you are is watered down piss. You don't stink as bad as the others but at the end of the day," Toxicica shrugs her shoulders, "you're still just piss."
Toxicita hops up onto the vanity pulling her legs up and crossing her legs to provide a place to rest her elbows as she rested her face in the palms of her hands. “You’re a let down Des, a boring bitch who gives women a bad name. The only win you’ve had here is from a tag team match you had with your boyfriend against two girls. He did most of the work being the woman beater that he is, you might want to keep an eye on that by the way, and you swooped in to take all the glory. At least he was kind enough to make you look good. You know what doesn’t look good though? You lost to a man who still lives with his mom twice, a man who’s a wrestler because no one wants to hear his god awful raps, a man living in the early 2000s,” Toxicita shakes her head in a disappointed manner, “and this is pure proof why this division, no, this company needs me. They need me to purge the roster of all their Density Michaels, all their dead weight. Don’t worry, I can take out the trash for you Jolie.”
Toxicita kisses the air in front of the camera and jumps off the vanity. The cameras fade out on Toxicita pulling back two sets of large black curtains to a backyard wrestling set up lit with tiki torches.
End