Chronicles of Adelaide Ainsworth: Taking the Crown
Jan 31, 2020 7:20:01 GMT -5
Bonnie Blue, Lissie Hope, and 2 more like this
Post by Addy A on Jan 31, 2020 7:20:01 GMT -5
“Blah Blah fuckin Blah.”
[Adelaide Ainsworth sits on the end of her bed, she is lathered in a post-physical exertion sweat. She is wearing nothing but a purple satin dressing gown.Her hair is a post-coital mess. Behind her, the shadow of someone unknown moves away. Addy turns away and blows a kiss at her departing friend as the opening of the closing of a door is heard.]
“Baddest Bitch Crown. Like I said blah blah fuckin blah, right. We come to another fuckin Clash and another fuckin main event for yours fuckin truly. Just goes ta fuckin show that the little fuckin pencil necked, pencil dicked, pencil pushin motherfuckers in the back know who makes the fuckin money is this business.”
[Addy arrogantly nods.]
“Us bad bitches. See, we already know we got me in tha ring. Else I would be fuckin talk to ya right now - specially after the good fuckin I just got. More than anythin right now I could do with a smoke and a fuckin beer. But instead I’m here spittin shit about bad bitches. Then, number fuckin two, we got Lissie motherfuckin Hope. And a number fuckin two, that little hoe is. I got more ta fuckin say about her, but that can wait til later. Got Jacqui Monore, bitch fuckin put me down a coupla weeks ago. Give her fuckin dues. Old bitch got some fuckin skills - but fuck her. Finally, the fourth of us bad bitches - Karlie fuckin Nash - Miss I’m a tough fuckin lesbian. Miss I dive more muff than terrorists blow emselves the fuck up in a Fallujah fuckin market.”
“We all bad bitches. But less be fuckin clear. I’m the baddest bitch of em all. And I’m takin the fuckin crown. And if that fuckin skinny fuckin slut wants ta come and put me fuckin crown in the fuckin Hall’a fame this time. I’m gonna take her fuckin head, and decapicate the bitch - Fuck the consequences. And if she think she gonna stop be runnin a fuckin truck through the fuckin wall’a the hall’a fame when its built. She’s fuckin wrong. But that’s another story for another fuckin day. Today, I’m gonna tell some fuckin hoes how it fuckin is.”
[Addy licks her lips, and spits on the ground.]
“But right now I gotta go take a post fuckin piss. I’ll be back sluts.”
Scene I: Family Ties
Adelaide Ainsworth is a mother to a young daughter, she currently is half a world away from her daughter. Her daughter, Neveah, is barely aware of her existence - she lives in Sydney, Australia in one of the city’s poorest suburbs, a small suburb dominated by welfare housing known as Bidwell. Adelaide, thanks to her ‘employment’ with the Bigliani Construction Empire she is relatively comfortable live, and what she doesn’t buy for herself, she takes from whomever she so pleases. She makes sure to send back some of her ‘income’, but never enough to impact her desired lifestyle. Right now, Adelaide is laying naked on her bed, the bed sheet barely covering the bottom half of her body - her bosom is exposed for the world - as she lazily smokes a cigarette that is most definitely not filled with tobacco.
Her daze is broken by generic beeping of a text alert on her mobile phone. She drags the last ember of her death to extinction and flicks the now dead roach to the floor. She nonchalantly rolls over and picks the phone up off the nightstand, as she does the sheet rolls with her and exposes the curves of her bare asschecks. Through nimble movement of the fingers and thumbs on her right hand she opens her text message.
Adelaide rolls her eyes and the text message she has just received from her mother, living in Australia - looking after her daughter.
She audibly scoffs while quickly typing her reply. Her mother replies almost instantly.
She types her immediate thoughts into her message. She blinks rapidly waiting for a response from her mother.
Adelaide sits staring at the phone. The anger is boiling inside her mind right now. She has no intention of replying. She throws the phone against the wall of her bedroom and it bounces down onto the carpet in the space between bed and wall. She rolls back over and stares at the ceiling, as her phone indicates the arrival of another text message.
[Adelaide Ainsworth’s purple satin dressing in loosely sitting her body showing the curvature of the inside of her breasts.]
“It was a good piss. All the cum ran back out too. We sorta reminded me of Lissie Hope and the way she drips away when shit gets tough. It’s drippin down me leg just like Lissie dribbles about bein somethin when she’s nothin. Sure’s got got the All-In briefcase and I will give her a fuckin due for that. That’s take a tough bitch ta win that Lissie. Ya did fuckin well. But while I’m talkin about ya and to ya - ya gotta understand, cunt. That All-In briefcase that was won by Lissie MOTHERFUCKIN Hope. We fuckin should know ‘bout that right? But, ya ain’t that Lissie anymore. Ya fuckin soft. Ya fuckin weak. Ya fuckin lost a step. Maybe it’s just because ya a fuckin coward or some shit. I ain’t know. I ain’t know what goes through that mind a yours. I don’t. But I can fuckin tell ya what I see, Lissie. And what I see, cunt, is this I see a mean bitch that used ta get out there balls ta that wall fuckin competitor. Then ya won that All-In briefcase. That shoulda been ya fuckin ascension ta the top a’ pile. But noooo, ya dumb fuckin arse had play duelin dicks with Dandy. Why play fuckin games ya dumb bitch? Cash the motherfucker in, break his fuckin head with Crown ‘a Thorns. Win the fuckin title. If ya did that, on the first fuckin merry-go-round. Than that dumb fuckin arse wouldn’t be lookin’ at a seven day fuckin title reign. Yeh a bitta fire, gotcha ya ta beat im for that belt.”
“CLAP! FUCKING! CLAP!”
[Addy mockingly claps.]
“But what did it achieve, ya fuckin lost that belt ta Frankie small dick. Ya fuckin know why. Cuz, ya changed who ya are. Ya stopped bein Lissie MOTHERFUCKIN! Hope and because Lissie CUMDRIZZLE Hope. All fuckin soppy. All fuckin sticky. An afterthought after a good time. It’s pretty pathetic really. So ya action tough and fuckin sound sittin on that fuckin wild card of all-in briefcase and ya doin nothin it with it. Because ya fuckin weak a’mind and weak a’will. Bull gave a bit a’fire back. But, fuck, even after the big dopey motherfucker dragged ya ass ta the back - ya did nothin. Yeh, yeh. I know ya fuckin beat im at Revolution. So fuckin what. Some motherfucker drags me ta the back for a fuckin unwanted sexy time. I’m rippin his fuckin dick off and that motherfucker givin imself a blow job. All ya do, Lissie - is slap im a few times and win a fuckin wrestlin match. That’s some piss weak bull shit, cunt. Bitch, that’s weak shit. It’s the soft fuckin clown garbage I’d expect from some weak as piss cunt like Kennedy Matthews. Not Lissie Hope, but I like I said ya gone all cum drizzle gooey. Ya tryin ta be some sorta hero ta the fuckin masses. Pathetic cunt. Tryin ta be tough but tryin ta nice. Stop with the fuckin straddlin the fence a bein a good guy an bein a bad bitch. Ya gotta know the picket fence ain’t no fuckin dildo, girl. A picket fence just gonna give splinters in ya cunt, not the good time that be a fourteen fuckin inch rubber python.”
[Addy bounces up and down on the bed to imitate riding a dildo.]
“Of course, Lissie - I prefer a good dick to an inanimate object, apparently Corey Bull doesn’t - but, bitch, ain’t Corey Bull and there ain’t no dick on ya. Which is a pity really because I reckon Lisse MOTHERFUCKIN Hope would know how ta fuck. But ya ain’t that Lissie anymore. Ya know that, the pathetic quivering little school girl Lissie CUMDRIZZLE Hope. Ya just tryin ta be fuckin nice and make everyway happy. Bet, Cumdrizzle Hope would make Daddy proud. He didn’t like when his little fuckin girl had a set’a balls. Did he, Lissie? Too raw? Don’t worry I go anywhere near ya Daddy… I leave that fah you.”
[Addy giggles.]
“Some people been sayin that I’m a lot like fuckin you, right? Nah, Cumdrizzle. I ain’t like ya at all. Sure, we both say a few people get all the fuck bothered about cause they come outta the mouth of a woman with a vagina instead of a cunt with a fuckin dick. But, that’s where the fuckin similaraties end right. First things fuckin first, I ain’t gonna change me’self ta be fuckin liked they ya fuckin have. Secondly, I ain’t fuckin bouncin from cunt ta dick ta cunt and ta cunt again lookin fah fuckin love and someone ta love me back. Fuck that. I use dick for me own pleasure and I use tongue for own pleasure ya wanna fuck with me. I’m gettin what I want and if ya get off on it, well lucky fuckin you. Kisses, cuddles and fuckin holdin hands. That shit is fah weak cum drizzlin cunts lika ya’self. And Thirdly, if I had fuckin briefcase right now I’m knock Frankie the fuck out with and straight double fist is ass to win that fuckin title. No way would I follow you weak as piss fuckin path. Fuckin slut. So, no, whichever fuckin moron said I remind them of you. They were as fuckin wrong as the captian of the fuckin Titanic. Bitch, I’m gonna be that Iceberg come Clash. I am gonna sink ya. Ya are gonna go down. Then I might just let ya go down on me, because I ain’t above a sympathy fuck. Ya can make me cum all over ya face - just ta make ya’self feel better. Nah, fuck, who I am kiddin, ya’d probably just fuck that up to.”
[Addy smirks.]
“But tell ya what, Lis. Show me MOTHERFUCKIN Hope, stead’a CUMDRIZZLE Hope and I just might let ya gimme that good time.”
“Kisses.”
[Addy blows a kiss.]
“Mwah.”
Scene II: Following the Scent of a Woman
“I have tickets to Detroit.” Daniel Gibson tells his grizzled and much less enthusiastic partner, Jack White.
“I told you, Kid. She isn’t gonna roll on them.” says Jack.
“And I told her she's going to if we keep prodding.” Gibson splurts back.
“What happened in Columbus. Nothing. Gonna be the same again.”
“Well, Jack we won’t know if we don’t try.”
“Whatever.” groans White.
“So Jacqui. Can’t really call ya fuckin old now, can I? Specially not after ya done kicked me fuckin arse a whole two weeks ago. Bitch ya might be old, but ya still got some fuckin moves. So I had ta sit and evaluate some fuckin shit about how I went about shit. I straight out fuckin realised it wasn’t that ya were so much better than me. It just that I weren’t fuckin ruthless enough ta make sure I put ya down. Ya were fuckin better than me - then. But get some shit fuckin real here - ya ain’t better than me. And they fact ya still got a dried up old crusty cunt between ya legs - that shit ain’t ever gonna change. Even our resident dyke in this match ain’t gonna lick ya for lubrication. Not even Lissie I’m a lesbian for social fuckin media scores gonna get four fingers deep in ya. Just the way it is scrag. Can’t fuckin help that. Can’t fuckin change that, but I want I can fuckin do is reverse me fuckin fortunes and knock the fuck out in the middle of that ring on Clash.”
[Addy shakes her head.]
“Ya gotta be fuckin wonderin why I keep hittin ya with generic shit. It’s because ya a fuckin cardboard cutout of a personality. Ya got no definin features that make ya stand out from the fuckin crowd. Nothin. Hell, every motherfucker in the room knows who Addy A is. The boys wanna fuck me and jerk emselves dry thinkin bout it. The girls they wanna fuckin kill me cause their boys rather be fuckin me on the washin machine than fuckin them. Mainly cause I gonna fuck wild, while those boring housewife just fuckin lay their like starfish staring at the ceilin fan just waiting fa sex ta be over. That’s why people know who I am. Sure, some fuckin hardcore wrestlin fan might recognise ya and those in Columbus Ohio probably will know that ya beat me. But Mister and Missus Joe fuckin Public. They don’t know ya. They ain’t even gonna give a second look, ta them ya may as well be a store front fuckin mannequin. Ya just blend inta the fuckin background, cept when someone else dresses ya up and they catches the Public’s eye. And that’s what I fucki did fah ya on Clash. I dressed ya up and made people notice. Without me, ya just another generic fuckin mannequin with features.”
“Even two weeks ago, tellin fuckin stories how ya were so much like and ya stole a fuckin candy bar. WEEEEEE! Really, ya stole a fuckin candy bar that makes ya such a bad deliquent. Bitch, ya weren’t no delinquent ya were just a a fuckin brat that wanted some attention. Ya wanna know what I was doin. I been jackin cars since I could reach the fuckin pedals. I been jackin weak bitches like ya in the streets since before I got tits. I was knockin over bottle shops soon as I could see over counters. Bitch, I been gettin what I since as long I can fuckin remember and when I ain’t got. I go out and fuckin take it, any fuckin means necessary, And bitch, ya compare ya little candy bar theft ta the shit I laid down. Bitch, that’s like tryin ta compare the pittance that is welfare fraud ta corporate fuckin tax avoidance. There ain’t no comparison there and there ain’t no comparison between you and fuckin me. Alright.”
“Since there ain’t no fuckin comparison in reality. It got me ta fuckin thinkin why the fuck would ya try that whack shit. It’s obvious ya ain’t fuckin retarded. So, I realised ya fuckin jealous a’me. Ya looked back on ya life and ya achievements and fuckin realised, despite every ya put fuckin down - ya kow-towed to the system. Ya became a puppet ta the fuckin man. No matter what tough girl, alpha bitch fuckin persona ya put every time some came down on with some fuckin authority. Ya bowed fuckin down. Do that Jacqui. Yes sir, Don’t do that Jacqui, no sir, Never once did ya stand up for fuckin self and answer back. Never once did ya stand by the courage of ya convictions. Nah, that ain’t you. Ya just a good little puppet. A good little nineteen fuckin fifties houswife. Now ya in the twilight of ya career that’s spanned twenty fuckin years and accomplished sweet fuck all - ya lookin at me and ya jealous that I will ta do what I want, how I fuckin went, when I fuckin what and I say what I want. Fuck the man, fuck authority. Ya see that fuckin attitude on me and ya just wish ya coulda tried it even once. Livin a fuckin life of regret that’s you, Jacqui. Ya like a a dial-up fuckin moden tryin ta stay relevant in the modern world. Sure, ya still get it done sometimes but ya gonna be slow as fuck gettin’ there. So instead’a tryin ta be you and be the fuckin best Jacqui. Ya tell those fuckin stories how ya used ta be like me. Bitch, I ain’t nothin like you, ya certainly never been anythin close ta me and thank fuck for that.”
Scene III: Best of Bad Options
‘Don’ Gino Bigliani sits alone in his opulent offices, dressed in his off-white suit - tailored perfectly in finest fabrics. He is surrounded by the finest hand-carved mahogany furniture. The sits in which he sits is the finest leather that can be found. He has all the comforts of the modern world, yet his furrowed brow belies a man under mental stresses that can be felt but not seen. The only clue is his body language and facial expressions. A man of his magnitude can not show his underlings. The stress of manipulating and controlling his best asset is weighing heavy on him. The girl is best in the business at what she does, but she knows too much. He has a genuine fear that she has the capability to bring down his empire. Actually, he knows she can dismantle what was built by his father and his father before him. What really concerns him is how she will do it. Does she spill her knowledge to the last honest cop in America? Probably not. Does she chip away at foot soldiers, his lieutenants and his generals until it only him and her left standing? This is more likely. The question is does he do nothing or be proactive? She still collects better than anyone else. He slams his hamfist on the intercom on his desk.
“Someone get me Adelaide.” he shouts the faceless ones on the other end.
[Addy lets her purple satin fall from her shoulder, the sumptuous skin of her breasts is readily exposed, her nipples barely hidden under the thin material.]
“Last, but I certainly I wouldn’t say least - we got ourselves, Karlie Nash. The real fuckin lesbian unlike the play cool for camera lesbian Lisse CUMDRIZZLE Hope. But, even though that Karlie really likes the fuckin muff and it ain’t a fuckin phase. I gotta be fuckin honest it’s real cliche. I mean ya take a fuckin superstar female fuckin athlete ya put her in a locker room of women walkin round showin off their fuckin titties and flashin their gash for all ta see. One’a two things gonna happen. Ya either gonna become a full time rug munchin dyke or a gonna be raped by ya fuckin over and over again. Given the fuckin choice - cause, ya gonna become some sorta dyke. Cause, Karlie ya coulda always had those clit lickin tendencies ever see ya discovered that first fuckin hair on ya fuckin cunt. But, hell who cares - who ya fuck is ya fuckin business, not mine. I like dick, big fat ones, give em to at least nine fuckin inches long with at least a six inch circumference. I fuckin happy all not long if he can keep goin - and those three fuckin reasons is why I can’t be fuckin with Dandy - even those fanboys like ta call me Vagina Dandy.”
“Sorry, Karlie, got side tracked over our fuckin conversation there just a bit. Sorry bout that. But, yeh I dick. But, hey, babe, lemme tell ya - I’ve heard about the reputation of ya fuckin fingers and tongue. If ya even half as fuckin good as em. I’ll let ya leave fingers sticky and a face glistenin with me juices, just say the fuckin word and we’ll lock the door and we’ll see how good ya really are.”
[Addy lick her lips.]
“Mmm, yeh. I like the fuckin sound’a that.”
[Addy smiles like a horny bitch.]
“But ya know what I’d really like ta fuckin do ta ya. And let me tell ya, it ain’t lettin ya make me cum. Oh, fuck no. I wanna come find ya and that fuckin hockey stick’a yours. I wanna just plain clap that fuckin heel right on the back’a ya skull. The I take the end and sodomise the fuck outta that sexy little ass a’yours. In and fuckin out until I almost lose the toe’a the fuckin stick deep inside ya. By the time I done fuckin ya right fuck up, just cause I can. Ya won’t be think ya part’a Red, White and Bruised, nah - ya’ll just be black, blue and fuckin bleedin. Ya’ll be reminded’a those private fuckin lessons ya used ta get with ya high performance coach. Fuckin good times for ya, right, Karlie? Don’t worry we’ll keep it a secret jus’ between you and me. Oh shit - sorry bitch, I just done spilled how I was gonna destroy all over the AW Network. Sorry, cunt.”
[Addy just starts laughing like a hyena.]
“Yeh, babe. I know. That’s a bit harsh, but let’s be fuckin honest ya sittin their right with ya mouth fuckin gapin hope like ya fuckin asshole after I finished wit it. Ya sitting thinkin ‘Oh my God’. But, sorry, this is where I gotta break ya heart. It’s just Addy A. I might introduce ya ta good wit me tongue, me fingers, or deep poundin with a big fuckin strap-on. But more than fuckin likely, I’m just gonna be introducin ya ta God when I take ya down and take ya out in the middle of the fuckin ring in Detroit fuckin Michigan. By tha time I showed just fuckin bad I am in that ring, I’mma have made ya fuckin career just like the automotive industry - fuckin gone. Because this is wear I have ta be straight here - I am in the fuckin baddest bitch in this company - fuck that I am the baddest bitch in this fuckin industry. I got bigger fuckin balls than Rosa Parks - gonna get what I want no matter what the fuckin consequences until I change the world. Mouldin it in me own fuckin image - Guess I am God. Ya were right fah fuckin once. Be proud of ya’self. Even fuckin proud’a ya’self than when ya take one of those young college girls home. Ya know tha one’s that actually usin ya for the good ole college try. Yeh, see that’s right, bitch. Ya ain’t givin them an experience that bitches be straight usin ya just so they can say they can say “Oh I had a lesbian experience in college.”
“Those bitches really like the dick - best or worst case dependin on ya point’a view. They I’m a lesbian because it’s trendy - The Lissie Hope type dyke. And those bitches grow up inta those dried up crusty clam type cunts - The Jacqui Monroe archetype. And ya’ll just become the sit at home with a tub’a yoghurt and four cats wrapped up in ya snuggie watchin daytime soaps kinda dyke. Me - I’m rollin like a tinder slut - fuckin up randoms mattresses by squirting me juice everyone. And I don’t give a fuck ta change a thing bout that Karlie. Ya can’t do anythin bout it earlier, babe. I just made better fuckin life choices.”
“At the end of the day. I am the baddest bitch in Action Wrestling.”
“Not Lissie Hope.”
“Not Jacqui Monroe.”
“Not Karlie Nash.”
“Me.”
[Addy stands up.]
“And I’m gonna take my fuckin crown.”
[Adelaide Ainsworth sits on the end of her bed, she is lathered in a post-physical exertion sweat. She is wearing nothing but a purple satin dressing gown.Her hair is a post-coital mess. Behind her, the shadow of someone unknown moves away. Addy turns away and blows a kiss at her departing friend as the opening of the closing of a door is heard.]
“Baddest Bitch Crown. Like I said blah blah fuckin blah, right. We come to another fuckin Clash and another fuckin main event for yours fuckin truly. Just goes ta fuckin show that the little fuckin pencil necked, pencil dicked, pencil pushin motherfuckers in the back know who makes the fuckin money is this business.”
[Addy arrogantly nods.]
“Us bad bitches. See, we already know we got me in tha ring. Else I would be fuckin talk to ya right now - specially after the good fuckin I just got. More than anythin right now I could do with a smoke and a fuckin beer. But instead I’m here spittin shit about bad bitches. Then, number fuckin two, we got Lissie motherfuckin Hope. And a number fuckin two, that little hoe is. I got more ta fuckin say about her, but that can wait til later. Got Jacqui Monore, bitch fuckin put me down a coupla weeks ago. Give her fuckin dues. Old bitch got some fuckin skills - but fuck her. Finally, the fourth of us bad bitches - Karlie fuckin Nash - Miss I’m a tough fuckin lesbian. Miss I dive more muff than terrorists blow emselves the fuck up in a Fallujah fuckin market.”
“We all bad bitches. But less be fuckin clear. I’m the baddest bitch of em all. And I’m takin the fuckin crown. And if that fuckin skinny fuckin slut wants ta come and put me fuckin crown in the fuckin Hall’a fame this time. I’m gonna take her fuckin head, and decapicate the bitch - Fuck the consequences. And if she think she gonna stop be runnin a fuckin truck through the fuckin wall’a the hall’a fame when its built. She’s fuckin wrong. But that’s another story for another fuckin day. Today, I’m gonna tell some fuckin hoes how it fuckin is.”
[Addy licks her lips, and spits on the ground.]
“But right now I gotta go take a post fuckin piss. I’ll be back sluts.”
Scene I: Family Ties
Adelaide Ainsworth is a mother to a young daughter, she currently is half a world away from her daughter. Her daughter, Neveah, is barely aware of her existence - she lives in Sydney, Australia in one of the city’s poorest suburbs, a small suburb dominated by welfare housing known as Bidwell. Adelaide, thanks to her ‘employment’ with the Bigliani Construction Empire she is relatively comfortable live, and what she doesn’t buy for herself, she takes from whomever she so pleases. She makes sure to send back some of her ‘income’, but never enough to impact her desired lifestyle. Right now, Adelaide is laying naked on her bed, the bed sheet barely covering the bottom half of her body - her bosom is exposed for the world - as she lazily smokes a cigarette that is most definitely not filled with tobacco.
|BEEP|BEEP|
Her daze is broken by generic beeping of a text alert on her mobile phone. She drags the last ember of her death to extinction and flicks the now dead roach to the floor. She nonchalantly rolls over and picks the phone up off the nightstand, as she does the sheet rolls with her and exposes the curves of her bare asschecks. Through nimble movement of the fingers and thumbs on her right hand she opens her text message.
Addy, are you in Vegas?
Yes.
You should probably go see your father. He’s dying.
"What the FUCK!” screams Adelaide Ainsworth at the text message she just received.
WHAT THE FUCK!
Never told you. He knows who you are. He’s dying. Go see him before he does.
|BEEP|BEEP|
[Adelaide Ainsworth’s purple satin dressing in loosely sitting her body showing the curvature of the inside of her breasts.]
“It was a good piss. All the cum ran back out too. We sorta reminded me of Lissie Hope and the way she drips away when shit gets tough. It’s drippin down me leg just like Lissie dribbles about bein somethin when she’s nothin. Sure’s got got the All-In briefcase and I will give her a fuckin due for that. That’s take a tough bitch ta win that Lissie. Ya did fuckin well. But while I’m talkin about ya and to ya - ya gotta understand, cunt. That All-In briefcase that was won by Lissie MOTHERFUCKIN Hope. We fuckin should know ‘bout that right? But, ya ain’t that Lissie anymore. Ya fuckin soft. Ya fuckin weak. Ya fuckin lost a step. Maybe it’s just because ya a fuckin coward or some shit. I ain’t know. I ain’t know what goes through that mind a yours. I don’t. But I can fuckin tell ya what I see, Lissie. And what I see, cunt, is this I see a mean bitch that used ta get out there balls ta that wall fuckin competitor. Then ya won that All-In briefcase. That shoulda been ya fuckin ascension ta the top a’ pile. But noooo, ya dumb fuckin arse had play duelin dicks with Dandy. Why play fuckin games ya dumb bitch? Cash the motherfucker in, break his fuckin head with Crown ‘a Thorns. Win the fuckin title. If ya did that, on the first fuckin merry-go-round. Than that dumb fuckin arse wouldn’t be lookin’ at a seven day fuckin title reign. Yeh a bitta fire, gotcha ya ta beat im for that belt.”
“CLAP! FUCKING! CLAP!”
[Addy mockingly claps.]
“But what did it achieve, ya fuckin lost that belt ta Frankie small dick. Ya fuckin know why. Cuz, ya changed who ya are. Ya stopped bein Lissie MOTHERFUCKIN! Hope and because Lissie CUMDRIZZLE Hope. All fuckin soppy. All fuckin sticky. An afterthought after a good time. It’s pretty pathetic really. So ya action tough and fuckin sound sittin on that fuckin wild card of all-in briefcase and ya doin nothin it with it. Because ya fuckin weak a’mind and weak a’will. Bull gave a bit a’fire back. But, fuck, even after the big dopey motherfucker dragged ya ass ta the back - ya did nothin. Yeh, yeh. I know ya fuckin beat im at Revolution. So fuckin what. Some motherfucker drags me ta the back for a fuckin unwanted sexy time. I’m rippin his fuckin dick off and that motherfucker givin imself a blow job. All ya do, Lissie - is slap im a few times and win a fuckin wrestlin match. That’s some piss weak bull shit, cunt. Bitch, that’s weak shit. It’s the soft fuckin clown garbage I’d expect from some weak as piss cunt like Kennedy Matthews. Not Lissie Hope, but I like I said ya gone all cum drizzle gooey. Ya tryin ta be some sorta hero ta the fuckin masses. Pathetic cunt. Tryin ta be tough but tryin ta nice. Stop with the fuckin straddlin the fence a bein a good guy an bein a bad bitch. Ya gotta know the picket fence ain’t no fuckin dildo, girl. A picket fence just gonna give splinters in ya cunt, not the good time that be a fourteen fuckin inch rubber python.”
[Addy bounces up and down on the bed to imitate riding a dildo.]
“Of course, Lissie - I prefer a good dick to an inanimate object, apparently Corey Bull doesn’t - but, bitch, ain’t Corey Bull and there ain’t no dick on ya. Which is a pity really because I reckon Lisse MOTHERFUCKIN Hope would know how ta fuck. But ya ain’t that Lissie anymore. Ya know that, the pathetic quivering little school girl Lissie CUMDRIZZLE Hope. Ya just tryin ta be fuckin nice and make everyway happy. Bet, Cumdrizzle Hope would make Daddy proud. He didn’t like when his little fuckin girl had a set’a balls. Did he, Lissie? Too raw? Don’t worry I go anywhere near ya Daddy… I leave that fah you.”
[Addy giggles.]
“Some people been sayin that I’m a lot like fuckin you, right? Nah, Cumdrizzle. I ain’t like ya at all. Sure, we both say a few people get all the fuck bothered about cause they come outta the mouth of a woman with a vagina instead of a cunt with a fuckin dick. But, that’s where the fuckin similaraties end right. First things fuckin first, I ain’t gonna change me’self ta be fuckin liked they ya fuckin have. Secondly, I ain’t fuckin bouncin from cunt ta dick ta cunt and ta cunt again lookin fah fuckin love and someone ta love me back. Fuck that. I use dick for me own pleasure and I use tongue for own pleasure ya wanna fuck with me. I’m gettin what I want and if ya get off on it, well lucky fuckin you. Kisses, cuddles and fuckin holdin hands. That shit is fah weak cum drizzlin cunts lika ya’self. And Thirdly, if I had fuckin briefcase right now I’m knock Frankie the fuck out with and straight double fist is ass to win that fuckin title. No way would I follow you weak as piss fuckin path. Fuckin slut. So, no, whichever fuckin moron said I remind them of you. They were as fuckin wrong as the captian of the fuckin Titanic. Bitch, I’m gonna be that Iceberg come Clash. I am gonna sink ya. Ya are gonna go down. Then I might just let ya go down on me, because I ain’t above a sympathy fuck. Ya can make me cum all over ya face - just ta make ya’self feel better. Nah, fuck, who I am kiddin, ya’d probably just fuck that up to.”
[Addy smirks.]
“But tell ya what, Lis. Show me MOTHERFUCKIN Hope, stead’a CUMDRIZZLE Hope and I just might let ya gimme that good time.”
“Kisses.”
[Addy blows a kiss.]
“Mwah.”
Scene II: Following the Scent of a Woman
“I have tickets to Detroit.” Daniel Gibson tells his grizzled and much less enthusiastic partner, Jack White.
“I told you, Kid. She isn’t gonna roll on them.” says Jack.
“And I told her she's going to if we keep prodding.” Gibson splurts back.
“What happened in Columbus. Nothing. Gonna be the same again.”
“Well, Jack we won’t know if we don’t try.”
“Whatever.” groans White.
“So Jacqui. Can’t really call ya fuckin old now, can I? Specially not after ya done kicked me fuckin arse a whole two weeks ago. Bitch ya might be old, but ya still got some fuckin moves. So I had ta sit and evaluate some fuckin shit about how I went about shit. I straight out fuckin realised it wasn’t that ya were so much better than me. It just that I weren’t fuckin ruthless enough ta make sure I put ya down. Ya were fuckin better than me - then. But get some shit fuckin real here - ya ain’t better than me. And they fact ya still got a dried up old crusty cunt between ya legs - that shit ain’t ever gonna change. Even our resident dyke in this match ain’t gonna lick ya for lubrication. Not even Lissie I’m a lesbian for social fuckin media scores gonna get four fingers deep in ya. Just the way it is scrag. Can’t fuckin help that. Can’t fuckin change that, but I want I can fuckin do is reverse me fuckin fortunes and knock the fuck out in the middle of that ring on Clash.”
[Addy shakes her head.]
“Ya gotta be fuckin wonderin why I keep hittin ya with generic shit. It’s because ya a fuckin cardboard cutout of a personality. Ya got no definin features that make ya stand out from the fuckin crowd. Nothin. Hell, every motherfucker in the room knows who Addy A is. The boys wanna fuck me and jerk emselves dry thinkin bout it. The girls they wanna fuckin kill me cause their boys rather be fuckin me on the washin machine than fuckin them. Mainly cause I gonna fuck wild, while those boring housewife just fuckin lay their like starfish staring at the ceilin fan just waiting fa sex ta be over. That’s why people know who I am. Sure, some fuckin hardcore wrestlin fan might recognise ya and those in Columbus Ohio probably will know that ya beat me. But Mister and Missus Joe fuckin Public. They don’t know ya. They ain’t even gonna give a second look, ta them ya may as well be a store front fuckin mannequin. Ya just blend inta the fuckin background, cept when someone else dresses ya up and they catches the Public’s eye. And that’s what I fucki did fah ya on Clash. I dressed ya up and made people notice. Without me, ya just another generic fuckin mannequin with features.”
“Even two weeks ago, tellin fuckin stories how ya were so much like and ya stole a fuckin candy bar. WEEEEEE! Really, ya stole a fuckin candy bar that makes ya such a bad deliquent. Bitch, ya weren’t no delinquent ya were just a a fuckin brat that wanted some attention. Ya wanna know what I was doin. I been jackin cars since I could reach the fuckin pedals. I been jackin weak bitches like ya in the streets since before I got tits. I was knockin over bottle shops soon as I could see over counters. Bitch, I been gettin what I since as long I can fuckin remember and when I ain’t got. I go out and fuckin take it, any fuckin means necessary, And bitch, ya compare ya little candy bar theft ta the shit I laid down. Bitch, that’s like tryin ta compare the pittance that is welfare fraud ta corporate fuckin tax avoidance. There ain’t no comparison there and there ain’t no comparison between you and fuckin me. Alright.”
“Since there ain’t no fuckin comparison in reality. It got me ta fuckin thinkin why the fuck would ya try that whack shit. It’s obvious ya ain’t fuckin retarded. So, I realised ya fuckin jealous a’me. Ya looked back on ya life and ya achievements and fuckin realised, despite every ya put fuckin down - ya kow-towed to the system. Ya became a puppet ta the fuckin man. No matter what tough girl, alpha bitch fuckin persona ya put every time some came down on with some fuckin authority. Ya bowed fuckin down. Do that Jacqui. Yes sir, Don’t do that Jacqui, no sir, Never once did ya stand up for fuckin self and answer back. Never once did ya stand by the courage of ya convictions. Nah, that ain’t you. Ya just a good little puppet. A good little nineteen fuckin fifties houswife. Now ya in the twilight of ya career that’s spanned twenty fuckin years and accomplished sweet fuck all - ya lookin at me and ya jealous that I will ta do what I want, how I fuckin went, when I fuckin what and I say what I want. Fuck the man, fuck authority. Ya see that fuckin attitude on me and ya just wish ya coulda tried it even once. Livin a fuckin life of regret that’s you, Jacqui. Ya like a a dial-up fuckin moden tryin ta stay relevant in the modern world. Sure, ya still get it done sometimes but ya gonna be slow as fuck gettin’ there. So instead’a tryin ta be you and be the fuckin best Jacqui. Ya tell those fuckin stories how ya used ta be like me. Bitch, I ain’t nothin like you, ya certainly never been anythin close ta me and thank fuck for that.”
Scene III: Best of Bad Options
‘Don’ Gino Bigliani sits alone in his opulent offices, dressed in his off-white suit - tailored perfectly in finest fabrics. He is surrounded by the finest hand-carved mahogany furniture. The sits in which he sits is the finest leather that can be found. He has all the comforts of the modern world, yet his furrowed brow belies a man under mental stresses that can be felt but not seen. The only clue is his body language and facial expressions. A man of his magnitude can not show his underlings. The stress of manipulating and controlling his best asset is weighing heavy on him. The girl is best in the business at what she does, but she knows too much. He has a genuine fear that she has the capability to bring down his empire. Actually, he knows she can dismantle what was built by his father and his father before him. What really concerns him is how she will do it. Does she spill her knowledge to the last honest cop in America? Probably not. Does she chip away at foot soldiers, his lieutenants and his generals until it only him and her left standing? This is more likely. The question is does he do nothing or be proactive? She still collects better than anyone else. He slams his hamfist on the intercom on his desk.
“Someone get me Adelaide.” he shouts the faceless ones on the other end.
[Addy lets her purple satin fall from her shoulder, the sumptuous skin of her breasts is readily exposed, her nipples barely hidden under the thin material.]
“Last, but I certainly I wouldn’t say least - we got ourselves, Karlie Nash. The real fuckin lesbian unlike the play cool for camera lesbian Lisse CUMDRIZZLE Hope. But, even though that Karlie really likes the fuckin muff and it ain’t a fuckin phase. I gotta be fuckin honest it’s real cliche. I mean ya take a fuckin superstar female fuckin athlete ya put her in a locker room of women walkin round showin off their fuckin titties and flashin their gash for all ta see. One’a two things gonna happen. Ya either gonna become a full time rug munchin dyke or a gonna be raped by ya fuckin over and over again. Given the fuckin choice - cause, ya gonna become some sorta dyke. Cause, Karlie ya coulda always had those clit lickin tendencies ever see ya discovered that first fuckin hair on ya fuckin cunt. But, hell who cares - who ya fuck is ya fuckin business, not mine. I like dick, big fat ones, give em to at least nine fuckin inches long with at least a six inch circumference. I fuckin happy all not long if he can keep goin - and those three fuckin reasons is why I can’t be fuckin with Dandy - even those fanboys like ta call me Vagina Dandy.”
“Sorry, Karlie, got side tracked over our fuckin conversation there just a bit. Sorry bout that. But, yeh I dick. But, hey, babe, lemme tell ya - I’ve heard about the reputation of ya fuckin fingers and tongue. If ya even half as fuckin good as em. I’ll let ya leave fingers sticky and a face glistenin with me juices, just say the fuckin word and we’ll lock the door and we’ll see how good ya really are.”
[Addy lick her lips.]
“Mmm, yeh. I like the fuckin sound’a that.”
[Addy smiles like a horny bitch.]
“But ya know what I’d really like ta fuckin do ta ya. And let me tell ya, it ain’t lettin ya make me cum. Oh, fuck no. I wanna come find ya and that fuckin hockey stick’a yours. I wanna just plain clap that fuckin heel right on the back’a ya skull. The I take the end and sodomise the fuck outta that sexy little ass a’yours. In and fuckin out until I almost lose the toe’a the fuckin stick deep inside ya. By the time I done fuckin ya right fuck up, just cause I can. Ya won’t be think ya part’a Red, White and Bruised, nah - ya’ll just be black, blue and fuckin bleedin. Ya’ll be reminded’a those private fuckin lessons ya used ta get with ya high performance coach. Fuckin good times for ya, right, Karlie? Don’t worry we’ll keep it a secret jus’ between you and me. Oh shit - sorry bitch, I just done spilled how I was gonna destroy all over the AW Network. Sorry, cunt.”
[Addy just starts laughing like a hyena.]
“Yeh, babe. I know. That’s a bit harsh, but let’s be fuckin honest ya sittin their right with ya mouth fuckin gapin hope like ya fuckin asshole after I finished wit it. Ya sitting thinkin ‘Oh my God’. But, sorry, this is where I gotta break ya heart. It’s just Addy A. I might introduce ya ta good wit me tongue, me fingers, or deep poundin with a big fuckin strap-on. But more than fuckin likely, I’m just gonna be introducin ya ta God when I take ya down and take ya out in the middle of the fuckin ring in Detroit fuckin Michigan. By tha time I showed just fuckin bad I am in that ring, I’mma have made ya fuckin career just like the automotive industry - fuckin gone. Because this is wear I have ta be straight here - I am in the fuckin baddest bitch in this company - fuck that I am the baddest bitch in this fuckin industry. I got bigger fuckin balls than Rosa Parks - gonna get what I want no matter what the fuckin consequences until I change the world. Mouldin it in me own fuckin image - Guess I am God. Ya were right fah fuckin once. Be proud of ya’self. Even fuckin proud’a ya’self than when ya take one of those young college girls home. Ya know tha one’s that actually usin ya for the good ole college try. Yeh, see that’s right, bitch. Ya ain’t givin them an experience that bitches be straight usin ya just so they can say they can say “Oh I had a lesbian experience in college.”
“Those bitches really like the dick - best or worst case dependin on ya point’a view. They I’m a lesbian because it’s trendy - The Lissie Hope type dyke. And those bitches grow up inta those dried up crusty clam type cunts - The Jacqui Monroe archetype. And ya’ll just become the sit at home with a tub’a yoghurt and four cats wrapped up in ya snuggie watchin daytime soaps kinda dyke. Me - I’m rollin like a tinder slut - fuckin up randoms mattresses by squirting me juice everyone. And I don’t give a fuck ta change a thing bout that Karlie. Ya can’t do anythin bout it earlier, babe. I just made better fuckin life choices.”
“At the end of the day. I am the baddest bitch in Action Wrestling.”
“Not Lissie Hope.”
“Not Jacqui Monroe.”
“Not Karlie Nash.”
“Me.”
[Addy stands up.]
“And I’m gonna take my fuckin crown.”