Post by Addy A on Dec 3, 2021 4:59:16 GMT -5
Adelaide Ainsworth has a general distrust of people in general and positive hate of a some in particular. She wasn't one to develop friendships easily, that was why she felt so bad that she had been an absent friend to Johnny. Time heals all wounds she thought to herself, she would make it up to him somehow. She just didn't know how. He mind had been occupied by the beating she had experienced at the hands of Regan Voorhees. She felt embarrassed if she was to be honest with herself.
That was history.
Her current mental state was being occupied in the low-rent area of her psyche by Lucha World Order: Rey Riddler and Jugo De Leon. Two bottom feeders that had somehow got a few scores over her when she wasn't mentally ready - still dealing with the scars of losing to Regan. Now she was making excuses for herself. That wasn't something Addy would normally allow - but mentally she hasn't been the same since the death of her love, Robbie Hope. Too many absent thoughts pollute her thoughts and distract her from her end game,
What was the endgame?
In this instance it was putting an end to the childish torment she was experiencing at the hands of the infantile Mexicans. In some cases a handicap unbalances the odds against the outnumbered participant, in this case, in this handicap match, its a case of balancing the playfield for army with the greater numbers. Addy knew she was more skilled. Addy knew she was more ferocious. Addy knew that without their partner to defend them from her fists one of them was going to die in the ring at Turmoil. She had no genuine reason to hate Rey and Jugo as much as she did - but the truth was - she did. She hated them with a passion, not with the genuine bloodlust she felt about Regan. No, she hated the Lucha World Order the way normal people hate the annoying kid in the back of the classroom. She hated in the way she wanted to punch in the face until their noses were bleeding, their teeth were missing and their eyes were black.
At Turmoil, she was going to do that and there was nothing that either Rey nor Jugo was going to being able to do prevent their demolition. Sometimes people just had to be fucked up because they had to be fucked up. Sometimes they a statement had to be made. At Turmoil it was time to make that statement.
You don't fuck with Addy A.
Lucha World Order had tried to take advantage of her while she was down. She wasn't going to allow that. No pair of street punks were going to set their sights on the throne, but making a statistic of her. No one was ever going to make a statistic of her. But, the Lucha World Order - toe tags and body bags were going to define their legacy after she had finished with them. That was a must in her eyes. Addy knew she couldn't look past them, that was a recipe for disaster - they weren't incapable, but they weren't special either. So after she punctured holes in the lungs and gouged their eyes from their sockets she was going to look right through them to the bigger and better things that she was going to return to. She had been the biggest star to grace CrusierClash and she allowed a bout a self-loathing to rob the people her delightful derriere for too long. Turmoil was going to mark her resurgence when stop on top of the pile of bodies and the masses chanted her name. As they begged to she her tits. As they cried when she teased them in all the ways they wanted.
But first - the destruction and decimation of Lucha World Order.
She smiled.
"Was that good?"
His voice shook her from her thoughts, she had been so distracted she had been paying attention to the John Doe that was going down on her. He must've looked up, thinking he was doing at good job. Adelaide looked down at him, mumbled something unintelligible and pushed his head down again.
That was history.
Her current mental state was being occupied in the low-rent area of her psyche by Lucha World Order: Rey Riddler and Jugo De Leon. Two bottom feeders that had somehow got a few scores over her when she wasn't mentally ready - still dealing with the scars of losing to Regan. Now she was making excuses for herself. That wasn't something Addy would normally allow - but mentally she hasn't been the same since the death of her love, Robbie Hope. Too many absent thoughts pollute her thoughts and distract her from her end game,
What was the endgame?
In this instance it was putting an end to the childish torment she was experiencing at the hands of the infantile Mexicans. In some cases a handicap unbalances the odds against the outnumbered participant, in this case, in this handicap match, its a case of balancing the playfield for army with the greater numbers. Addy knew she was more skilled. Addy knew she was more ferocious. Addy knew that without their partner to defend them from her fists one of them was going to die in the ring at Turmoil. She had no genuine reason to hate Rey and Jugo as much as she did - but the truth was - she did. She hated them with a passion, not with the genuine bloodlust she felt about Regan. No, she hated the Lucha World Order the way normal people hate the annoying kid in the back of the classroom. She hated in the way she wanted to punch in the face until their noses were bleeding, their teeth were missing and their eyes were black.
At Turmoil, she was going to do that and there was nothing that either Rey nor Jugo was going to being able to do prevent their demolition. Sometimes people just had to be fucked up because they had to be fucked up. Sometimes they a statement had to be made. At Turmoil it was time to make that statement.
You don't fuck with Addy A.
Lucha World Order had tried to take advantage of her while she was down. She wasn't going to allow that. No pair of street punks were going to set their sights on the throne, but making a statistic of her. No one was ever going to make a statistic of her. But, the Lucha World Order - toe tags and body bags were going to define their legacy after she had finished with them. That was a must in her eyes. Addy knew she couldn't look past them, that was a recipe for disaster - they weren't incapable, but they weren't special either. So after she punctured holes in the lungs and gouged their eyes from their sockets she was going to look right through them to the bigger and better things that she was going to return to. She had been the biggest star to grace CrusierClash and she allowed a bout a self-loathing to rob the people her delightful derriere for too long. Turmoil was going to mark her resurgence when stop on top of the pile of bodies and the masses chanted her name. As they begged to she her tits. As they cried when she teased them in all the ways they wanted.
But first - the destruction and decimation of Lucha World Order.
She smiled.
"Was that good?"
His voice shook her from her thoughts, she had been so distracted she had been paying attention to the John Doe that was going down on her. He must've looked up, thinking he was doing at good job. Adelaide looked down at him, mumbled something unintelligible and pushed his head down again.