Post by Jessie Lee on May 28, 2023 13:56:05 GMT -5
'EY YO!
A-OI!
WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT?!
Now don't get it twisted, I ain't here questioning whether or not you're gonna show up to Clash; I get the whole visa fuck up thing. However, I AM questioning whether or not I get to pummel the face in of the indie darling with busted English that everyone adores or the mentally broken meat sack of human rash test dummy that you ended being after your Action Wrestlin' cherry popped. Cause lets face it, you got your indomitable warrior spirit shattered and now you're wondering if leaving Japan was worth it; if betting on yourself in the states was a good idea.
Well guess what.
Clearly it fuckin' wasn't an' now your set to get your generic dime-a-dozen "RAH RAH Underdog" disillusioned ass taken out like the trash you've always known you were; right as the beginin' of Evolution season no less!
Ain't you just the luckiest Tsukiko lite that was boneheaded enough to try an scrap together a career in Action Wrestling.
Get it yet, Wishpress?
The babyface baggage bullshit you brought with ya has amounted to as much as the bird shit on the bottom of a homeless dudes plastic wrapped shoe. Your fire is gone an' now you're just subconsciously looking for an "honorable" end to a fledgling career in the big times that, since I'm bein' honest, wouldn't have amounted to a whole lot beyond the occasional mid card pop every time you were given a pity shot at the mid card.
Christ on a cross this is driving me insane.
Like, fuck, here I am trying to make something out of nothing; I.E this match against YOU; an' even I'm starting to get annoyed with myself. Sure some of the shit feels halfhearted and disrespectful, but that's just cause it IS. To me, this one off match doesn't mean jack; it's a throwaway where the management gains that plausible deniability in me ending your Action Wrestlin' career by cavin' your skull in. I mean, sure, I could use this as some kind of springboard in scramblin' for a spot at Evo but that would involve the notion that I actually have a sliver of respect for someone that hasn't done anything beyond breathe fuckin' air; hell, I RESPECT Niobody Martian more than I do you.
Though that ain't sayin' much either.
Point is; an' I'mma activate my Recappin' Superpower; there isn't a multiverse that exists where you, Aoi, get to walk out on your own power let alone come within sniffing distance of victory. Cause while this may a one-off where I get to permenantly remove you from this or any professional wrestlin' roster; shout out to Henry Lancaster; I can assure you that I ain't coming to the Wells Fargo Center to fuck spiders.
I'm comin' to lay the groundwork for Greatness.
A-OI!
WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT?!
Now don't get it twisted, I ain't here questioning whether or not you're gonna show up to Clash; I get the whole visa fuck up thing. However, I AM questioning whether or not I get to pummel the face in of the indie darling with busted English that everyone adores or the mentally broken meat sack of human rash test dummy that you ended being after your Action Wrestlin' cherry popped. Cause lets face it, you got your indomitable warrior spirit shattered and now you're wondering if leaving Japan was worth it; if betting on yourself in the states was a good idea.
Well guess what.
Clearly it fuckin' wasn't an' now your set to get your generic dime-a-dozen "RAH RAH Underdog" disillusioned ass taken out like the trash you've always known you were; right as the beginin' of Evolution season no less!
Ain't you just the luckiest Tsukiko lite that was boneheaded enough to try an scrap together a career in Action Wrestling.
Get it yet, Wishpress?
The babyface baggage bullshit you brought with ya has amounted to as much as the bird shit on the bottom of a homeless dudes plastic wrapped shoe. Your fire is gone an' now you're just subconsciously looking for an "honorable" end to a fledgling career in the big times that, since I'm bein' honest, wouldn't have amounted to a whole lot beyond the occasional mid card pop every time you were given a pity shot at the mid card.
Christ on a cross this is driving me insane.
Like, fuck, here I am trying to make something out of nothing; I.E this match against YOU; an' even I'm starting to get annoyed with myself. Sure some of the shit feels halfhearted and disrespectful, but that's just cause it IS. To me, this one off match doesn't mean jack; it's a throwaway where the management gains that plausible deniability in me ending your Action Wrestlin' career by cavin' your skull in. I mean, sure, I could use this as some kind of springboard in scramblin' for a spot at Evo but that would involve the notion that I actually have a sliver of respect for someone that hasn't done anything beyond breathe fuckin' air; hell, I RESPECT Niobody Martian more than I do you.
Though that ain't sayin' much either.
Point is; an' I'mma activate my Recappin' Superpower; there isn't a multiverse that exists where you, Aoi, get to walk out on your own power let alone come within sniffing distance of victory. Cause while this may a one-off where I get to permenantly remove you from this or any professional wrestlin' roster; shout out to Henry Lancaster; I can assure you that I ain't coming to the Wells Fargo Center to fuck spiders.
I'm comin' to lay the groundwork for Greatness.