Post by Jessie Lee on Jan 16, 2022 4:15:55 GMT -5
"Well, last week right sucked didn't it?"
"I go full in on aimin' to win my first CruiserCLash main event an' get that shot at the Cruiserweight strap at Revo five only to end up gettin' my crown cracked by a bad bish that had forgotten she held one herself. Guess I wasn't meant to be the next little Piggly wiggly that could carry her through till the next CruiserHavoc; a real shame that. Better luck next time, I suppose."
"Right, in case you can't tell from my tone, I ain't real beat up 'bout the loss or nothin'; know why?"
"I ain't."
"See, the wins an' the losses are only part of the business I've come to make my mark in. If I got upset every time I lost then I'd be like all those utterly drongos so deluded into thinin' that they're the best an' can never suffer a loss.....until they do. Which, sadly, happens to every company an' any investments in future talent is immediately considered sus unless the promoter themselves are toutin' their fuckin' hype. However, all that means to me is that the new company jitters are gone an' I get to doin' what I do."
"Crack jaws an' cash checks."
"Best part?"
"I get the prime opportunity to strut my stuff against the slimy cunt that thought she could make a livin' off mirrorin' my look when her own was never fuckin' good enough; not in Trinity, UCI, or any fuckin' place. However, an' I'd be downright silly not to give the devil her due, the TERRAble toddler did just that an' managed to sneak in one quick reign as the Cruiserweight Champion. Which was a nice change of pace from the "War of Daddy" issues that she'd been duelin' that Tejin bloke over."
"So good for her an' her success."
"Now, I'mma have to break the harsh reality an' remind the sheila that'll she'll always be that cheap bottom shelf booze that nobody ever actually wants to buy at the bottle-o. I'm goin' to have to knock her so-called "Psychronic" face 'round till she's reminded that the Walker name doesn't mean shit; that her hard-nosed style doesn't amount to shit when I bring the fuckin' fight. Y'all saw a glimpse of that sort of fire last week, but I'm goin' to bring it to such a level that gleefully scamper back to the safety of this so-called house arrest she's under."
"Which, an' I ain't a legal expert or nothin', sounds pretty fuckin' sus."
"Truth is, Terra Walker, is just another bish fearin' the moment that the Aussie Assault comes through an' she should be; it's why she chose CruiserClash over Revolution One. It wasn't because she was searchin' for competition, she had her chance at that an' fuckin' failed time an' time again. Nah. The bish took one look at the work I was doin' an' instantly turned tail. Not that I blame her, she hadn't been much of a Nomad Champion durin' the Trinity days."
"So why do I get the pleasure of droppin' Terry of her empty skull?"
"For an opportunity to be crowned the Action Wrestlin' Women's Champion at Revolution five!"
"Boy, what a right fuckin' shindig THAT'LL be."
"However, before that, I gotta remind Terra that a Walker ain't nothin' more than a bloody wanker that doesn't their ass from their mouth an' that their entire existence is dependent on the mercy of others; mercy that I don't fuckin' share for the likes of such a useless fuckin' cunt. I'm going to beat her. I'm going to BREAK her. Above all else, I goin' to prove that a two-bit wannabe can't measure up to the original."
"Now, let's review."
"Two weeks ago I won."
"Last week I lost."
"This week I murk a fuckin' scrub that'll find out that I operate on a completely different level; a level she has already proven she can't hang in."
"Get it?"
"Got it?"
"Good!"
"Now."
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"I go full in on aimin' to win my first CruiserCLash main event an' get that shot at the Cruiserweight strap at Revo five only to end up gettin' my crown cracked by a bad bish that had forgotten she held one herself. Guess I wasn't meant to be the next little Piggly wiggly that could carry her through till the next CruiserHavoc; a real shame that. Better luck next time, I suppose."
"Right, in case you can't tell from my tone, I ain't real beat up 'bout the loss or nothin'; know why?"
"I ain't."
"See, the wins an' the losses are only part of the business I've come to make my mark in. If I got upset every time I lost then I'd be like all those utterly drongos so deluded into thinin' that they're the best an' can never suffer a loss.....until they do. Which, sadly, happens to every company an' any investments in future talent is immediately considered sus unless the promoter themselves are toutin' their fuckin' hype. However, all that means to me is that the new company jitters are gone an' I get to doin' what I do."
"Crack jaws an' cash checks."
"Best part?"
"I get the prime opportunity to strut my stuff against the slimy cunt that thought she could make a livin' off mirrorin' my look when her own was never fuckin' good enough; not in Trinity, UCI, or any fuckin' place. However, an' I'd be downright silly not to give the devil her due, the TERRAble toddler did just that an' managed to sneak in one quick reign as the Cruiserweight Champion. Which was a nice change of pace from the "War of Daddy" issues that she'd been duelin' that Tejin bloke over."
"So good for her an' her success."
"Now, I'mma have to break the harsh reality an' remind the sheila that'll she'll always be that cheap bottom shelf booze that nobody ever actually wants to buy at the bottle-o. I'm goin' to have to knock her so-called "Psychronic" face 'round till she's reminded that the Walker name doesn't mean shit; that her hard-nosed style doesn't amount to shit when I bring the fuckin' fight. Y'all saw a glimpse of that sort of fire last week, but I'm goin' to bring it to such a level that gleefully scamper back to the safety of this so-called house arrest she's under."
"Which, an' I ain't a legal expert or nothin', sounds pretty fuckin' sus."
"Truth is, Terra Walker, is just another bish fearin' the moment that the Aussie Assault comes through an' she should be; it's why she chose CruiserClash over Revolution One. It wasn't because she was searchin' for competition, she had her chance at that an' fuckin' failed time an' time again. Nah. The bish took one look at the work I was doin' an' instantly turned tail. Not that I blame her, she hadn't been much of a Nomad Champion durin' the Trinity days."
"So why do I get the pleasure of droppin' Terry of her empty skull?"
"For an opportunity to be crowned the Action Wrestlin' Women's Champion at Revolution five!"
"Boy, what a right fuckin' shindig THAT'LL be."
"However, before that, I gotta remind Terra that a Walker ain't nothin' more than a bloody wanker that doesn't their ass from their mouth an' that their entire existence is dependent on the mercy of others; mercy that I don't fuckin' share for the likes of such a useless fuckin' cunt. I'm going to beat her. I'm going to BREAK her. Above all else, I goin' to prove that a two-bit wannabe can't measure up to the original."
"Now, let's review."
"Two weeks ago I won."
"Last week I lost."
"This week I murk a fuckin' scrub that'll find out that I operate on a completely different level; a level she has already proven she can't hang in."
"Get it?"
"Got it?"
"Good!"
"Now."
"Let's."
"Fuckin'."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
