Addy A
Professional Wrestler
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Post by Addy A on Jan 7, 2022 14:41:54 GMT -5
"Ya want ya fuckin' go?"
Addy A walks into shot in a black t-shirt, torn jeans and white TN's. She takes the last long drag of her cigarette before flicking it away and perching herself on the wooden stool.
"I'll assume so, because like every Coors Light drinking nerd on the internet ya scream it out like the enraged fuckin' basketball meme."
Addy shakes her head.
"You'll need more than a worn out fuckin' catchphrase and a penchant for…"
She rolls her eyes.
"...Horrorcore. Jess. E."
"If you wanna take MY crown."
"That's the thing ain't it, Jess. Ya comin' for what's mine. Ya got all the ammunition in the world, ya plannin' on kickin' my front door in and taking MY fucking crown. Of course you are - it's THE prize. But, nah, cunt - I ain't gonna let that happen. I'm gonna open my front door and let you the fuck in. Then I'm gonna shove MY crown in the face just enough to tease you, and then I'm gonna rip it right from ya fuckin' grasp. When ya open ya dumb fuckin' gob to protest I'm going to fill it with a shotgun and blow your brains right out the back of your skull."
"Not that it will be a loss to society, you cretinous glob of wax."
"But that's what you're all about ain't it? Creating horror? Thing is ya not used to being on the receiving" of someone less concerned with a fuckin' rulebook than ya'self. In my world by any means necessary ain't a turn of phrase it's the only way of life. So while you want to fucking go the only place you are going to fucking go when you step into the ring with Action Wrestling's Baddest Bitch is straight to the cold Steel drawers of the city morgue. There was a time that the scariest person in Sacramento was Joseph James D'Angelo, but CruiserClash the scariest thing will be me and the cunt I will be stalking will be you. The one I will be turning into a fucking dirty blob on the sidewalk will be you."
"This is MY Crown and I will core your intestines from your torso quicker than a mother cores an apple for her toddler."
"Do you see where we are going here, Jess. E?"
"Now, I'd guess ya thinkin’ why ain't I cutting your flaws down. I don't fuckin' need to Jess. This match, this main event, this Crown. It's ain’t about you. It's about me."
"Addy fuckin' A"
"The. Baddest. Bitch."
"You're just there."
"Ain't no indictment on ya. None at all. It's just ya don't move that metre in the world we fuckin' live in. Some rock the house and some don't."
"I do."
"You..."
"...Don't."
"Your lack of any substance or style don't take away from ya talent. No, I ain't saying that - I'm saying ya gotta come for me because MY crown is what ya need to become somewhat relevant. Puts me squarely on the front foot. It allows me to take a dog chain and choke you into non-existence while you cry like a Catholic schoolgirl getting fucked in arse by her math teacher for the first time. She's begging for good grades. Your begging for a shot at fucking relevance."
"But at the end of the day, he'll have busted his nut and you'll still be an insignificant cunt with bad grades and I will reign as the Baddest Bitch."
"The God Bitch if you will."
"That's the difference between you and me, Jess. You allow others to use you to get what you want. I take want I fucking want. It's the difference between playing hard and being hard."
"Like I said - the difference between you and me.”
“You're playing the 2k on rookie for an ego boost. I'm out here rewriting the code so the endgame is me pegging the devil with a fourteen-inch strap-on."
"Come for me. Let’s. Fucking. Go. I will knock you the fuck down, but don’t worry I will drag you back to your knees so you can tongue fuck me until I squirt down ya fucking throat."
"Now Swallow that."
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Nov 26, 2024 16:33:02 GMT -5
Nov 26, 2024 16:33:02 GMT -5