Addy A
Professional Wrestler
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Post by Addy A on Jan 28, 2022 4:59:07 GMT -5
"Who are we?"
"Are we products of our own creation or slaves to whims of society?"
“One Tequila.”
"What the fuck, Addy?"
"Oh? I can't get philosophical. I can't wax poetic. I have to shove my tits in your fucking face. I have to shake my fucking ass for you. If our goddamn champion can change everything except the colour of his glasses week-to-week, why can't I?"
"Which begs the question."
"Who are you, Teo? Do you even fucking know?"
“Teo, the Gent? Teo, the man who killed comedy CruiserClash? Teo… Del Sol?”
“It’s the way it fucking lies hey Teo? You’ve gone and worn so many hats that you can’t even remember what you look like. It’s why you can’t bear to remove those stupid fucking glasses. It's the only thing that gives you identity. Without them, ya just another wallflower with less memorable moments than Beau Blaze. For all your success, your success signifies the lowest of the fucking lows.”
“WCF.”
“Need I say more?”
“You being champion it ain’t unexpected, you have ya fucking moments. This is one of your moments - it’s coming to a bloody fucking finish. At Revolution 5 - it’s another one of those times for you to fade away, another time to hide from the limelight. It’ll give ya time to look in the mirror to find your fucking identity.”
“Where ya comfortable.”
“Second best.”
“Two Tequila.”
“Looking in the fucking mirror ain’t no problem for Roddy Zalez. Fuckin obsessed with his own self-identity he fails to realise he’s so consumed by that Hentai cunt - he don’t know what real pussy taste like.”
“I will.”
“When I lick the blood from his wounds.”
“About ya not to ya, so close ya fuckin’ jaw.”
“Thing is, Roddy, ya’ll bleat like a starving calf looking for a titty suck on that I got ya all wrong. But I ain’t. Appearances very rarely deceive and you - you look like the bitch on the end of the strap-on. Fast mouth, faster money shot. I’d tell you to take a fucking shot at me but you already did that with the apple pie in catering.”
“Weak cunt.”
“Inside that thick fucking skull of you’d it’s all about you and your fucking dynasty, ain’t it?. Let me tell you something, maaate. This Dynasty you talk about - it’s one that will never fucking exist.”
“Me?”
“The Baddest Bitch.”
“I crush shit under my pretty red heels, between you and Teo I need a new pair.”
“So where are you, Roddy?”
“Fucking nowhere.”
“Non-Existent.”
“Three Tequila.”
“Void.”
“What the fuck are you?”
“Seriously. I ain’t ever been able to work it out. I’ve done some wild shit with Sara Pettis in Mexico, and she ain’t never seemed the type to keep a fucking gimp chained up in the basement.”
“Goes to show ya never fuckin’ know someone. But Sara ain’t the fucking point, Void. You are. Ya have thing fucking habit of surprising people and then disappearing into obscurity. Ya did it again at CruiserHavoc.”
“Clap. Clap. Cunt.”
“Yet already ya repeating that fucking cycle that makes you little more than the middle man in a human centipede. What is Revolution going to prove for you?”
“Oh you can’t.”
“Fuckin’ gimp.”
“All Revolution is going to be for you is another failure on the road you walk. Tough words and low expectations only gets you so fucking far - ask Nash. It’s the end of ya road. Another unmarked shallow grave.”
“No crumbling ruins for you to claim.”
“No fucking mirrors for you to be lost in.”
“Just a pitiful fucking end.”
“This is MY Revolution.”
“I WILL be THE Cruiserweight Champion.”
“Who Am I?”
Adelaide Ainsworth sits at the bar, empty shot glasses lay strewn on the countertop in front of her, grabbing for the tequila bottle in front of her, readying herself to pour another shot. A hand grabs her wrist and stops the pour. She doesn’t turn to look as she wrenches herself free, resorting to swigging from the bottle.
“You’ve had enough.” His voice is forceful.
“No. Robbie. I fuckin’ haven’t.” she shrieks at him.
“Who?”
“Addy motherfuckin’ A”
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