Post by Spayde Martinez on Feb 6, 2022 14:55:58 GMT -5
There was a time when K-Mart was the undisputed king of the American big box department store. And then Wal-Mart happened and K-Mart died a slow and painful death. If you took a trip back to the height of the K-Mart era and you asked the people of that era if they would believe K-Mart would almost fucking evaporate over night, they’d all say no.
What’s happening today in Action Wrestling is no different really, but I’ll tell you now: that shit had nothing to do with Grady Kilbride!
The fans of Action Wrestling saw yet another championship around the waist of the baddest bitch in this company and they saw a long reign coming. They saw a sea change on CruiserClash coming. They saw the dawn of a new era. But what happened? K(ill) Mart evaporated, because one hand didn’t know what the fuck the other was doing. That silly ass team went away because if it didn’t, I couldn’t have lived with myself any longer. So now, we have two dumb broads holding those tag straps that don’t know how to find their asses with both hands, a map, and a flashlight when it comes to shit in the ring. And I am holding nothing but a goddamn grudge. No championship, no accolades, no honors. Just a soul deep need to spill blood and break bodies.
Grady, you fucked up, and at this stage, I’m not even sure you understand how badly. Last week, I showed the world I’d had more than enough of your bullshit. What you interpreted as pride was really just the last shred of hope that I’d had in me that you could pull your head out of your own ass long enough to see this place for what it is: something that’s way out of your depth, a place where you’re a liability not an asset, a place where I am king and you aren’t even good enough to be the shit I trod through.
Grady, there is no Kill Mart. There never was a Kill Mart. This match should be your last, but if you were smart, our tag match would have been your last. If you show up at CruiserClash, I can’t promise you anything except that I will hurt you worse than I already have.
Fade to black.
What’s happening today in Action Wrestling is no different really, but I’ll tell you now: that shit had nothing to do with Grady Kilbride!
The fans of Action Wrestling saw yet another championship around the waist of the baddest bitch in this company and they saw a long reign coming. They saw a sea change on CruiserClash coming. They saw the dawn of a new era. But what happened? K(ill) Mart evaporated, because one hand didn’t know what the fuck the other was doing. That silly ass team went away because if it didn’t, I couldn’t have lived with myself any longer. So now, we have two dumb broads holding those tag straps that don’t know how to find their asses with both hands, a map, and a flashlight when it comes to shit in the ring. And I am holding nothing but a goddamn grudge. No championship, no accolades, no honors. Just a soul deep need to spill blood and break bodies.
Grady, you fucked up, and at this stage, I’m not even sure you understand how badly. Last week, I showed the world I’d had more than enough of your bullshit. What you interpreted as pride was really just the last shred of hope that I’d had in me that you could pull your head out of your own ass long enough to see this place for what it is: something that’s way out of your depth, a place where you’re a liability not an asset, a place where I am king and you aren’t even good enough to be the shit I trod through.
Grady, there is no Kill Mart. There never was a Kill Mart. This match should be your last, but if you were smart, our tag match would have been your last. If you show up at CruiserClash, I can’t promise you anything except that I will hurt you worse than I already have.
Fade to black.
