Post by Addy A on Mar 6, 2022 5:14:29 GMT -5
She was so alone. Adelaide Ainsworth was hyped up beyond her normal level, she was sitting on the each of her bed in her Atlantic City hotel room, not long ago she had left Lissie to spend some quality time with Emma, but while she sat the adrenaline that coursed through her veins was making her twitch almost uncontrollably - she knew the signs, she was on a come down. This night, she hadn’t taken any drugs - it was the euphoria of the reunification of The Swallowing. But like every other come down, she didn’t want the high to end, she hated the loneliness of the canyon that was the morning after a good night. It wasn’t morning yet. She wanted to soar like an eagle. She was going to finish tonight the way she started higher than a balloon. The night was young. It wasn’t time to stop. Adelaide channeled her manic energy into propelling herself off the end of the bed, and out of her hotel room. Addy A sits comfortably on a couch, casually puffing away on a cigarette. “Last week, y’all saw what the fuck is up when I stepped out from the back to show that there is only one team on the tongue of every motherfucker in the universe. The needle straight fuckin’ exploded the moment The Swallowing reunited in that Action Wrestling. Kids and Cass ain’t had a chance when I entered the fucking game. The noise of the crowd stone cold murdered any aura they possessed. Then Lissie and me straight murdered them in the middle of the ring.” “And Alice, the same thing is gonna happen to you when I put my foot right in your fucking arse.” Addy A adjusts her breasts in her tank top, succeeding in making dominant cleavage even more prominent. “If the year was twenty twenty, fuck y’all remind me of me. Way back then I come into Action kickin’ in doors with a brutality like the baddest bitch on the planet, like no bad bitch ever had before. Ran straight into the oldest bitch in the yard, called herself Jacqui M. Old girl, straight told me no one ain’t as tough as her, ain’t no way she was ever goin’ out like Ol’ Yeller.” “Guess what?” “End of the day, end of our little rivalry, I had that bitch slittin’ her wrists in the bath tub and bleedin’ out like a kosher pig before the world even gave a shit.” “No, a small confession - I ain’t know much about you outside of your published bio and the fact you ran your tongue right into the cunt that is Ash Blake to punch your ticket into Battle Bowl. So it made me take enough notice. Watch a few tapes, get a feel for what sorta cunt you are.” “That’s how ya came to remind me of me, in that little story I spun just a few fucking seconds ago. But while I can tell you that you a just a bit fucking like me. Our stories, they gonna be told a whole lot fucking different. You can come for me. You can dream of putting me down. But cunt, I’m twenty three. By my count that gives me another four fucking years of immortality. And pity for you, you just in my way this time. See, people like you you count every single win like it's the most important thing in the world. Not me, I’m the big picture girl. I’ve lost fights, I’ve lost wars (fuck you Regan Voorhees.) But every fucking week when my music hits, I popping the numbers higher than I’m popping the boners of every motherfucking teenage boy in the arena. So when you’re thinkin’ ya some wild bitch cuttin’ tape in abandoned prison cells, I’ve been around the streets taking names and putting bodies in bags. I don’t play games when it comes to stepping forward. Nah, Alice, the things I’m willing to do. You ain’t fucking seen shit. You ain’t felt fucking shit.” “Not compared to what I can do, Alice. Not even close.” Adelaide Ainsworth walks the crowded boardwalks of Atlantic City. It’s dank, even the reputation of Atlantic City. She can’t remember what she’s consumed since she exited her hotel room. She can’t remember how much either. The tingles that are electrifying every single nerve ending in her body is tantalising. The fire in her belly is keeping her warmer than the sun of the Californian Summer. This is what she was seeking. The escape. So why did she feel so lonely? She stopped walking and reached down in between her breasts, pulling out another little bag of coloured pills she popped two into her mouth and smiled as they started to slowly dissolve on the acidic saliva of her tongue. In the instant she grabbed the nearest stranger and kissed him on the lips, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth without provocation. She took him by the hand and led him away. Not so lonely. She takes one last long drag of her cigarette before carelessly flicking it away. “Alice, have you asked yourself why I was put against you in this little fight to hype the fuck out of the battle bowl match? It’s not because you proclaimed your desperation to be known as the brutal bitch, when I already am and I will be the Baddest Bitch. Nah, that’s just a little fucking sub-plot. The real reason that you been put in the ring with me, is because it’s the only fucking way you’ll ever pop a Clash rating. AIn’t you notice even when you were teaming with a former World Champion and Current Champion you were relegated to CruiserClash. A show that I elevated to heights it had never been seen before, and the same show that plummeted into the ether the moment I stepped off the screen.” “That’s why I’ve been tasked with handling you.” “Without me in the ring, you’re just another piss break. Well, if I’m gonna be real here, you’re still gonna be a piss break, just mine when I waterboard you with a warm yellow stream. I’ve big talker like you since the moment I stepped into the ring. And even in my short career I’ve seen every single one of ‘em disappear as soon as they were left choking on their teeth. Are you another one - we’ll find out when it comes time. Maybe. We’ll find out on Clash won’t me. I really hope ya not, because I’d love to re-open every wound I inflict on you this week at Battle Bowl. For all the big barking I’ve seen you do, when you claim to Action fame is beating Jayson Price, it’s evident you’re just another big barking bitch with no fucking bite.” “That shit don’t impress me.” “This week is your chance to change my fucking mind on what you are. But chances come and chances go, Alice. At the top of this fucking bulletin, I told I ain’t worried about losing fights or losing wars because I never stop fucking coming back from the dead. I’m immortal, but even now and again some one gets on my fucking nerves, just fucking triggers something that makes me say I’ve gotta make sure this cunt dies. That trigger is all your bullshit jibber jabber that spills from your gob. It makes you sound desperate. It makes you sound weak. And weak talkers don’t deserve to walk. I’ll rip your fucking spine out through your throat.” “You can call me Daddy.” He didn’t waste time pulling his jeans up from around his ankles. He leaned in for a departing kiss as he zipped up his fly, but Adelaide coldly pushed him away. He had served his purpose. He seemed hurt, but didn’t stop him leaving in haste. Adelaide pulled her dress back down and sat in her seclusion staring into the shadowed light from her dark place. So lonely. Time stood still. Maybe it didn’t, but undoubtedly felt to her that it had. She was well into the middle of the high she had left her hotel room earlier tonight. She should’ve gone to the airport, flown home to her daughter. She was such a bad mother what would be the point in that. She would ring in the morning and apologise. Her phone rang. Plus 61. It was her mother. She let it go to voicemail. She would ring in the morning and apologise. She didn’t want to destroy her high. Adelaide took the time to get to her feet, without warning she stumbled and fell on her arse. She hoped no one else saw that it was so embarrassing. She couldn’t help but start cackling wildly to herself. Her hyena-like laughter echoed off the walls, the eyes of passers-by were cast over her. They didn't stop. The world was spinning around her. She didn’t want it to stop. |