So, who am I and why am I here, doing what I do?
I guess I should actually explain what I do to you first. See, years ago they had these 'wrestling' shows on TV, although it was never really wrestling, not like in the olympics or anything. It was more a sort of mixed martial arts thing and those guys and gals and gals who took part trained and worked hard, putting on a show every week of the year; many would say they were the greatest athletes in the world.
But, despite how strong and athletic they all really were there were many who derided the 'sport', saying it was fake, that the outcomes of the matches were all rehearsed and pre-planned; this was true, but hell if most people would be willing to put themselves through what those guys went through. Then, when the world went to hell, the sport evolved to meet the new needs. It became real, a whole new martial art really. Some of the same flashy moves remained, although they'd never work in a real street fight... it's much like the gladiators in Rome, who weren't always very good soldiers since they learnt a style that was as much about entertaining the crowds in the coliseum as it was about finishing your opponent. We don't fight to the death, yet, but there is a real winner and loser. It's no longer just about entertainment either; the crowds want real blood, punishment, humiliation.
Why'd it get like this?
See, a few years before I was born the world hit bad times. The economy collapsed and just never got better... protests stated turning into riots as people desperate for work took to the streets. The government started cracking down, trying to bring things under control whichever way it could... soon there was all out war in some places. The gangs got stronger and more powerful as more and more people turned to crime, and as usual throughout it all there were a few of the rich who just kept getting richer.
And then there was me; I stayed away from the drugs, sex and crime. I saw what it did to people. I was always told I was smart and would do well in school if I applied myself... but what was the point? There were no jobs anywhere, at least not ones that paid enough for anyone to live on these days... no work, and not fond of any of the alternatives either there was only really one other way out.
And this is the story of how I got involved in fighting. Maybe not a meteoric rise to fame though, if that's what you were expecting. You'll see some hard fought victories:
And some really crushing defeats:
A lot of you pervy guys will probably get off either way... lucky for me you can look but you can't touch.
That's about all I have to say for now... soon how I'll tell you about my first 'fight', against some dumb blonde who for some reason had always had it in for me.
Thursday 7 May 2009
Wednesday 6 May 2009
Who's this girl?
Name: Rebecca Kay
Height: 5'5"
Age: 17
DoB: 01/01/2013
What does she do?: Catfighter, wrestler, mixed martial artist, brawler... there are really no rules in this contest.
Likes: Winning
Dislikes: Being told she looks like Candy Cane/Rebecca Welsh from the innuendo ridden video-game Rumble Roses... okay, she does a bit. But she's different enough so that Konami can't sue.
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