Post by Torture on Dec 17, 2021 14:18:16 GMT -5
Spayde Martinez stands in an empty room. She stares into the camera with an unflinching gaze.
I’m not here to beat around the bush. I’m not going to spend an hour going on and on about what it means that you’re FINALLY seeing me standing right here again. I’ll just say this:
I’M BACK!
A sadistic smile creeps across Spayde’s face.
And this is the first toll of the funeral bells for CruiserClash’s best and brightest. Just you watch, once I’ve made it official, people like Regan and Addy are going to run away. The weak-willed, mealy mouth bitches. Their types just tuck tail and disappear when the going gets tough.
I only take time away per doctor’s orders. I only come out of this ring when I’m not cleared to compete. Them? They run when shit hits the fan. They run when they see a threat coming. They give up when a challenge arises. Just watch. Regan will explain it away as “moving up to the main roster.” Addy will chalk it up to a drunken stupor or some equally believable bullshit story. But me? I’m going to be coming for the throat of anyone who thinks they have what it takes to beat me.
Gnarly Gash and Sticky Vaughn thought they had it in them. They had me on the shelf for months. But I’m here, and they’ll fucking pay. I showed everyone in this locker room last year how you light the world on fire. How you MAKE people pay attention to you. How you OWN the spotlight and TAKE what’s yours. I walked out of CruiserHavoc the Women’s Champion and I turned my fortunes into Action Wrestling gold. I am the story every one of the assholes in this match should strive to be. I am the one person left in this company that knows what it takes to throw god knows how many vanilla midgets like the motherfuckers aren’t anything more than lawn darts.
This isn’t just a bully game for me though. This is life. This is my effort to show the world what I already know: Spayde Martinez is the best in the fucking world at this game. I can dismantle anyone and anything you put in front of me. I know it. The fans know it. By god, every one of the dipshits in the locker room knows it too no matter if they’ll admit it or not. CruiserHavoc is my chance to prove it outright. I’m back, and there ain’t a goddamn thing anyone can do to stop me.
I’ve been spending months laid up watching the likes of Jim Mud and JJ Biggs sow the seeds of this shitshow. I’ve been subjected to seeing people who I could beat without breaking a sweat crowned champions on a show that has lacked the essence of star power that enters every room that I walk into. I’ve watched jobbers like Teo Blaze be declared legends because he could win and lose the same belt every other week. Do you know how goddamn bad that hurt me? The experience of watching everything that could have been mine go to assholes who couldn’t hold my fucking jock was more painful than my literal injuries. Knowing that this company in its desperation to fill the Spayde sized hole they had in the roster got desperate enough to beg JC Keeton to return makes me fucking sick. And yet, I couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it. That shit just festered and that little fire turned into an inferno within me, but I am not going to burn alone, Action Wrestling!
I’ll be the fire that burns this fucker to the ground.
I’ll be the chill that crawls up the spine of every man and woman who enters CruiserHavoc.
I’ll be the specter of death that’s breathing down their necks.
I’ll be the promise of devastation that comes with an F5 barreling down on the trailer park that is CruiserClash.
I am Spayde Fucking Martinez, and I’ll say it again: I’M BACK!
Fade to black.
I’m not here to beat around the bush. I’m not going to spend an hour going on and on about what it means that you’re FINALLY seeing me standing right here again. I’ll just say this:
I’M BACK!
A sadistic smile creeps across Spayde’s face.
And this is the first toll of the funeral bells for CruiserClash’s best and brightest. Just you watch, once I’ve made it official, people like Regan and Addy are going to run away. The weak-willed, mealy mouth bitches. Their types just tuck tail and disappear when the going gets tough.
I only take time away per doctor’s orders. I only come out of this ring when I’m not cleared to compete. Them? They run when shit hits the fan. They run when they see a threat coming. They give up when a challenge arises. Just watch. Regan will explain it away as “moving up to the main roster.” Addy will chalk it up to a drunken stupor or some equally believable bullshit story. But me? I’m going to be coming for the throat of anyone who thinks they have what it takes to beat me.
Gnarly Gash and Sticky Vaughn thought they had it in them. They had me on the shelf for months. But I’m here, and they’ll fucking pay. I showed everyone in this locker room last year how you light the world on fire. How you MAKE people pay attention to you. How you OWN the spotlight and TAKE what’s yours. I walked out of CruiserHavoc the Women’s Champion and I turned my fortunes into Action Wrestling gold. I am the story every one of the assholes in this match should strive to be. I am the one person left in this company that knows what it takes to throw god knows how many vanilla midgets like the motherfuckers aren’t anything more than lawn darts.
This isn’t just a bully game for me though. This is life. This is my effort to show the world what I already know: Spayde Martinez is the best in the fucking world at this game. I can dismantle anyone and anything you put in front of me. I know it. The fans know it. By god, every one of the dipshits in the locker room knows it too no matter if they’ll admit it or not. CruiserHavoc is my chance to prove it outright. I’m back, and there ain’t a goddamn thing anyone can do to stop me.
I’ve been spending months laid up watching the likes of Jim Mud and JJ Biggs sow the seeds of this shitshow. I’ve been subjected to seeing people who I could beat without breaking a sweat crowned champions on a show that has lacked the essence of star power that enters every room that I walk into. I’ve watched jobbers like Teo Blaze be declared legends because he could win and lose the same belt every other week. Do you know how goddamn bad that hurt me? The experience of watching everything that could have been mine go to assholes who couldn’t hold my fucking jock was more painful than my literal injuries. Knowing that this company in its desperation to fill the Spayde sized hole they had in the roster got desperate enough to beg JC Keeton to return makes me fucking sick. And yet, I couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it. That shit just festered and that little fire turned into an inferno within me, but I am not going to burn alone, Action Wrestling!
I’ll be the fire that burns this fucker to the ground.
I’ll be the chill that crawls up the spine of every man and woman who enters CruiserHavoc.
I’ll be the specter of death that’s breathing down their necks.
I’ll be the promise of devastation that comes with an F5 barreling down on the trailer park that is CruiserClash.
I am Spayde Fucking Martinez, and I’ll say it again: I’M BACK!
Fade to black.