Post by Jessie Lee on Aug 14, 2022 13:33:53 GMT -5
"OOOOOOI!"
"Action Wreatlin'!"
"It's that time again; the time where all the men an' women on the roster get overly proud for half a moment an' attempt to get into everyone's heads that they're better than they actually are. Now don't get it twisted, it's kinda what they're paid to do otherwise none of y'all would by tickets to watch a bunch of carni lemmin's beat the holy hell outta each other for a couple of minutes; an' we know how fuckin' dull that'd be, right? Ya gotta have some kind of pomp and theatrical stuff otherwise to your character an' if not then people won't give a fuckin' shit."
"Which is fine an' dandy."
I don't give a shit either."
"However, do ya know who WILL give a shit when I'm plasterin' their fat fuckin face with a steel chair; when I cover the FedExForum with Brooklyn's finest fuckwit's blood? That's right, it'll be Robbie Teeny Weenie an' he'll never fuckin' forget it either! Which might be a lost cause in of itself; cause ya know, the twat has pre-esisting brain damage an' can't even remember his own bloody name. So yeah, the beatin' he's gonna get is going to be brutal enough so that even HE can remember it."
"Ya got that?"
"This Monday Night Clash ain't goin' to be somethin' that you'll be walkin' away from on your own power. Robbie-boy, ya won't be limpin' or gettin' a free ride to the ambulance via stretcher. Nah. They're going to have to drag you broken, bloody, mangled carcass out of that arena and straight to the nearest ditch; let the crows peck at ya till ya finally do Action Wrestling a favor by dyin'."
"So yeah, see ya soon ya fuckwad!"
"Action Wreatlin'!"
"It's that time again; the time where all the men an' women on the roster get overly proud for half a moment an' attempt to get into everyone's heads that they're better than they actually are. Now don't get it twisted, it's kinda what they're paid to do otherwise none of y'all would by tickets to watch a bunch of carni lemmin's beat the holy hell outta each other for a couple of minutes; an' we know how fuckin' dull that'd be, right? Ya gotta have some kind of pomp and theatrical stuff otherwise to your character an' if not then people won't give a fuckin' shit."
"Which is fine an' dandy."
I don't give a shit either."
"However, do ya know who WILL give a shit when I'm plasterin' their fat fuckin face with a steel chair; when I cover the FedExForum with Brooklyn's finest fuckwit's blood? That's right, it'll be Robbie Teeny Weenie an' he'll never fuckin' forget it either! Which might be a lost cause in of itself; cause ya know, the twat has pre-esisting brain damage an' can't even remember his own bloody name. So yeah, the beatin' he's gonna get is going to be brutal enough so that even HE can remember it."
"Ya got that?"
"This Monday Night Clash ain't goin' to be somethin' that you'll be walkin' away from on your own power. Robbie-boy, ya won't be limpin' or gettin' a free ride to the ambulance via stretcher. Nah. They're going to have to drag you broken, bloody, mangled carcass out of that arena and straight to the nearest ditch; let the crows peck at ya till ya finally do Action Wrestling a favor by dyin'."
"So yeah, see ya soon ya fuckwad!"
