Post by Elijah Martin on Sept 16, 2022 9:47:05 GMT -5
THE GOD BITCH!!
ILLUSTRIOUS!!
THE WONDER FROM DOWN UNDER!!
What a fucking crock of shit all of that is… ain’t that right Adelaide? Or maybe I should call you Miss Ainsworth? What about Lissie Hope’s bitch? Even perhaps career criminal, or dead beat mother, maybe con artist? You make Bhad Bhabie look like a fucking SAINT compared to the amount of bullshit you have accomplished in almost 24 years alive on this Earth, to the point where I’m not even sure there are enough words in the English language to properly articulate the kind of wretched, trash bag human being you really are.
Now before I really go deep into tearing Adelaide a new asshole, I would like to figure out the answer to a supremely puzzling question I’ve had ever since arriving in Action Wrestling back in June. Is there anyone out there who is sound of mind and body that can explain to me WHY these so-called “wrestling fans” actually CHEER AND SUPPORT such a ratchet waste of human life?! And please, I beg you, spare me the sickening answer of, “because she’s fucking hot, dude!” There have been HUNDREDS of smoking hot chicks that gave it a go in this business and failed, so to me, a girl that is easy on the eyes is worth a dime a dozen!
I will openly admit that during the first couple of months I was here in Action Wrestling, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off and no end goal in sight. You are right about that Adelaide, I can’t deny it for one second. But you see, there was something about being entered in and ultimately WINNING Pure Cup that forced me to open my eyes. When I was victorious in that one night tournament, I had give some time to myself for reflection, look for a true purpose. And in that silence, when I went searching for my direction, I found two clear goals: to rid Action Wrestling of Jonny Cedrone… and become the catalyst of restoration for the Television Title division.
I realize that both of those goals are long term and require a lot of constant attention, but with Jonny on the sidelines for the time being, that allows to put all of my focus on you and your championship, Miss Adelaide. You can talk all the shit you want about how weak you think it is that I didn’t take out Gloria at some point after Jonny was hit by that car two weeks ago, but honestly, she would just be unnecessary collateral damage. I want a clean kill with no strings attached, which will make Gloria suffer more than if I actually did anything to her physically. Just the mere thought of Gloria having to make funeral preparations for her poor, deceased husband Jonny is like a wet dream for me… I get off on that kind of shit, because that’s what I do… I make people regret they ever made a mortal enemy out of me!
Miss Ainsworth, you like to view me as someone who is all tough talk with nothing to back it up. And during the first few months I was here in Action Wrestling, you may have been right. I was biting off a little more than I could chew and wasn’t setting myself up for success the way I should have been. But winning that Pure Cup, it provided a new type of clarity, a true sense of direction. Part One is already underway, with Jonny laying up in a hospital bed, with Gloria hoping and praying that her sugar daddy can still get back in the ring long enough for her to have money for the latest merch drop from Louis Vuitton. And now, with that part of my vision for the future temporarily on hold until we get a more defined sense of whether or not poor Jonny can make a return to the ring anytime soon, that allows me to put my complete focus on you and the Television Championship division.
Action Wrestling needs someone who is willing to go beyond the normal limitations of the average professional wrestler, someone who doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty, no matter what the consequences… and I’m pretty sure I’ve made it very clear in recent weeks that I’m just the guy for the job! Miss Adelaide wants to proclaim herself as a warrior, a killer, someone who will do whatever it takes to continue carrying the banner as Television Champion. But in reality, all this bitch can really claim to be is a drug addict and alcoholic who says she is “on the right side of the tracks these days,” and a flunky mother who made her only child a complete BASTARD by running away from her responsibilities the moment that little spawn of Satan came out of her body!
Let’s just face facts - the world would be a better place if Miss Ainsworth’s mum had just taken the load in her mouth nine to ten months prior to Adelaide being born. Now, instead of life being simple for poor Adelaide’s mother, she’s produced one complete waste of life and is being forced to raise another total failure because her daughter couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed.
I couldn’t care less about what kind of awakening you claim to be having or how much therapy you put yourself through, because in the end Adelaide… you’re just a bastard child whose life is hanging on by a thread, because all you have right now is that drug you have around your waist called the Television Championship. Allow me to be your narcan and bring you back to the sober life by taking that title to heights it has never reached before. This Monday in Orlando, I’m going to do the whole world a favor and ABORT YOU from Action Wrestling!
[/center][/color]ILLUSTRIOUS!!
THE WONDER FROM DOWN UNDER!!
What a fucking crock of shit all of that is… ain’t that right Adelaide? Or maybe I should call you Miss Ainsworth? What about Lissie Hope’s bitch? Even perhaps career criminal, or dead beat mother, maybe con artist? You make Bhad Bhabie look like a fucking SAINT compared to the amount of bullshit you have accomplished in almost 24 years alive on this Earth, to the point where I’m not even sure there are enough words in the English language to properly articulate the kind of wretched, trash bag human being you really are.
Now before I really go deep into tearing Adelaide a new asshole, I would like to figure out the answer to a supremely puzzling question I’ve had ever since arriving in Action Wrestling back in June. Is there anyone out there who is sound of mind and body that can explain to me WHY these so-called “wrestling fans” actually CHEER AND SUPPORT such a ratchet waste of human life?! And please, I beg you, spare me the sickening answer of, “because she’s fucking hot, dude!” There have been HUNDREDS of smoking hot chicks that gave it a go in this business and failed, so to me, a girl that is easy on the eyes is worth a dime a dozen!
I will openly admit that during the first couple of months I was here in Action Wrestling, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off and no end goal in sight. You are right about that Adelaide, I can’t deny it for one second. But you see, there was something about being entered in and ultimately WINNING Pure Cup that forced me to open my eyes. When I was victorious in that one night tournament, I had give some time to myself for reflection, look for a true purpose. And in that silence, when I went searching for my direction, I found two clear goals: to rid Action Wrestling of Jonny Cedrone… and become the catalyst of restoration for the Television Title division.
I realize that both of those goals are long term and require a lot of constant attention, but with Jonny on the sidelines for the time being, that allows to put all of my focus on you and your championship, Miss Adelaide. You can talk all the shit you want about how weak you think it is that I didn’t take out Gloria at some point after Jonny was hit by that car two weeks ago, but honestly, she would just be unnecessary collateral damage. I want a clean kill with no strings attached, which will make Gloria suffer more than if I actually did anything to her physically. Just the mere thought of Gloria having to make funeral preparations for her poor, deceased husband Jonny is like a wet dream for me… I get off on that kind of shit, because that’s what I do… I make people regret they ever made a mortal enemy out of me!
Miss Ainsworth, you like to view me as someone who is all tough talk with nothing to back it up. And during the first few months I was here in Action Wrestling, you may have been right. I was biting off a little more than I could chew and wasn’t setting myself up for success the way I should have been. But winning that Pure Cup, it provided a new type of clarity, a true sense of direction. Part One is already underway, with Jonny laying up in a hospital bed, with Gloria hoping and praying that her sugar daddy can still get back in the ring long enough for her to have money for the latest merch drop from Louis Vuitton. And now, with that part of my vision for the future temporarily on hold until we get a more defined sense of whether or not poor Jonny can make a return to the ring anytime soon, that allows me to put my complete focus on you and the Television Championship division.
Action Wrestling needs someone who is willing to go beyond the normal limitations of the average professional wrestler, someone who doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty, no matter what the consequences… and I’m pretty sure I’ve made it very clear in recent weeks that I’m just the guy for the job! Miss Adelaide wants to proclaim herself as a warrior, a killer, someone who will do whatever it takes to continue carrying the banner as Television Champion. But in reality, all this bitch can really claim to be is a drug addict and alcoholic who says she is “on the right side of the tracks these days,” and a flunky mother who made her only child a complete BASTARD by running away from her responsibilities the moment that little spawn of Satan came out of her body!
Let’s just face facts - the world would be a better place if Miss Ainsworth’s mum had just taken the load in her mouth nine to ten months prior to Adelaide being born. Now, instead of life being simple for poor Adelaide’s mother, she’s produced one complete waste of life and is being forced to raise another total failure because her daughter couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed.
I couldn’t care less about what kind of awakening you claim to be having or how much therapy you put yourself through, because in the end Adelaide… you’re just a bastard child whose life is hanging on by a thread, because all you have right now is that drug you have around your waist called the Television Championship. Allow me to be your narcan and bring you back to the sober life by taking that title to heights it has never reached before. This Monday in Orlando, I’m going to do the whole world a favor and ABORT YOU from Action Wrestling!
