Post by Jessie Lee on Mar 6, 2022 11:31:33 GMT -5
"Well, ain't this the prime shits, eh?"
"I'm standin' here set to roll into the big ol' fuckin' Battlebowl where some of the biggest bloody fuckin' stars in Action Wrestling are set to chase after that final entry spot in the Havoc Rumble, an' I'm fresh off losin' my hard-fought Women's strap to my own partner in the fuckin' thing an' I got this masked bloke waitin' in the wing ready to remind me of my failures while he's holdin' his wee little peen is his hands; at the ready for when he talks 'bout how great he is an' about Gravedigger an' whatever stupid fuckin' half-baked story he'll thinly weave through the thirty seconds of relevancy he has; douchy jokes an' WCF era insults a-fuckin'-plenty, I bet."
"Uninspirin' fuckwads like ol' Romeo should just fuckin' die"
"I mean, if your bein' quote-unquote FORCED to wear a mask by some guy that only becomes important any time that overrated American Footballer comes 'round then I'm afraid that there just isn't any God damn point for you to be livin' on this planet. Seriously, if a guy like that has you by the small hairs then runnin' your mouth about hard work an' doin' things right doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot, not when ya go from promotin' that type of work ethic to bein' a straight-up fuckin' fuckknuckle with the same bargain bin insults 'bout wrestlin' relevancy that every twat with a movin' mouth has in their game; generic an' fuckin' dull as ALL fuck. Then again, whatta expect from a guy that spent so fuckin' long talkin' 'bout buildin' a new legacy that he completely fuckin' forgot about it when he declared that he was gonna get his name BACK up there with the likes of ol' Moldy Odie an' the DiVitos. Like, if you're gonna build somethin' new, somethin' so fuckin' grand that it outshines anythin' ya did before.......then do go back to talkin' 'bout great you USED to fuckin' be. What are ya, some old man howlin' at the youngins to get off your fuckin' lawn just so you can go shit in it yourself?"
"FInesse?"
"There isn't any finesse here. Just some fuckin' dude in a cheesy fuckin' mask so 'fraid of the failure of his past that he's allowed the irrelevant half of Action Wrestlin' to leash him like four-legged bitch he is."
"The best part?"
"I don't have any fuckin' problem beatin' some silly goof with a fetish or two. In fact, that leash Digger has him on will make it easy to strangle him till he's about as useful as a CD player without batteries an' I can sweep away the big win I'm needin'; there's your outdated reference for the older folks on the roster, just in case ya were wonderin'. But no yeah; this Monday Night ain't gonna be 'bout pretendin' to work hard or flaky faux finesse, it's gonna be about the fuckin' FIGHT. It's gonna be about which one of us wants that momentum goin' into' hellish stew waitin' for us at Battlebowl. Above all else it'll be 'bout one fuckin' thing, ol' Romeo.'
"It's goin' to be me beatin' the realities of REAL hard work into your goofy fuckin' mask an' laughin' after I break your snivelin' worm-tongue container ya call a jaw. Fuck! Don't even get me started on just how good it's gonna be for everyone to watch me spin ya right 'round before droppin' ya on your scrawny fuckin' neck with the Leethatest move in the wrestlin' game to date! Cause, Ro-meaningless-eo, this match we got this Cruiserclash ain't just a match; it ain't that one last chance to look good before Battlebowl. It's about gettin' that big ol' reset as Havoc season starts comin' 'round; about gettin' that momentum as Evo-fuckin'-lution looms over heave like a big fuckin' shadow."
"I'm going to fight ya, Romeo."
"I'm goin' to fight ya, brute force my way through your finesse fetish, an' I'm going to TAKE my win through hard fuckin' work that I've ALWAYS put in day in and day out! This ain't the ol' days, this is the fuckin' future motherfucker!"
"I'm standin' here set to roll into the big ol' fuckin' Battlebowl where some of the biggest bloody fuckin' stars in Action Wrestling are set to chase after that final entry spot in the Havoc Rumble, an' I'm fresh off losin' my hard-fought Women's strap to my own partner in the fuckin' thing an' I got this masked bloke waitin' in the wing ready to remind me of my failures while he's holdin' his wee little peen is his hands; at the ready for when he talks 'bout how great he is an' about Gravedigger an' whatever stupid fuckin' half-baked story he'll thinly weave through the thirty seconds of relevancy he has; douchy jokes an' WCF era insults a-fuckin'-plenty, I bet."
"Uninspirin' fuckwads like ol' Romeo should just fuckin' die"
"I mean, if your bein' quote-unquote FORCED to wear a mask by some guy that only becomes important any time that overrated American Footballer comes 'round then I'm afraid that there just isn't any God damn point for you to be livin' on this planet. Seriously, if a guy like that has you by the small hairs then runnin' your mouth about hard work an' doin' things right doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot, not when ya go from promotin' that type of work ethic to bein' a straight-up fuckin' fuckknuckle with the same bargain bin insults 'bout wrestlin' relevancy that every twat with a movin' mouth has in their game; generic an' fuckin' dull as ALL fuck. Then again, whatta expect from a guy that spent so fuckin' long talkin' 'bout buildin' a new legacy that he completely fuckin' forgot about it when he declared that he was gonna get his name BACK up there with the likes of ol' Moldy Odie an' the DiVitos. Like, if you're gonna build somethin' new, somethin' so fuckin' grand that it outshines anythin' ya did before.......then do go back to talkin' 'bout great you USED to fuckin' be. What are ya, some old man howlin' at the youngins to get off your fuckin' lawn just so you can go shit in it yourself?"
"FInesse?"
"There isn't any finesse here. Just some fuckin' dude in a cheesy fuckin' mask so 'fraid of the failure of his past that he's allowed the irrelevant half of Action Wrestlin' to leash him like four-legged bitch he is."
"The best part?"
"I don't have any fuckin' problem beatin' some silly goof with a fetish or two. In fact, that leash Digger has him on will make it easy to strangle him till he's about as useful as a CD player without batteries an' I can sweep away the big win I'm needin'; there's your outdated reference for the older folks on the roster, just in case ya were wonderin'. But no yeah; this Monday Night ain't gonna be 'bout pretendin' to work hard or flaky faux finesse, it's gonna be about the fuckin' FIGHT. It's gonna be about which one of us wants that momentum goin' into' hellish stew waitin' for us at Battlebowl. Above all else it'll be 'bout one fuckin' thing, ol' Romeo.'
"It's goin' to be me beatin' the realities of REAL hard work into your goofy fuckin' mask an' laughin' after I break your snivelin' worm-tongue container ya call a jaw. Fuck! Don't even get me started on just how good it's gonna be for everyone to watch me spin ya right 'round before droppin' ya on your scrawny fuckin' neck with the Leethatest move in the wrestlin' game to date! Cause, Ro-meaningless-eo, this match we got this Cruiserclash ain't just a match; it ain't that one last chance to look good before Battlebowl. It's about gettin' that big ol' reset as Havoc season starts comin' 'round; about gettin' that momentum as Evo-fuckin'-lution looms over heave like a big fuckin' shadow."
"I'm going to fight ya, Romeo."
"I'm goin' to fight ya, brute force my way through your finesse fetish, an' I'm going to TAKE my win through hard fuckin' work that I've ALWAYS put in day in and day out! This ain't the ol' days, this is the fuckin' future motherfucker!"