Post by Karlie Nash on Mar 14, 2024 23:46:14 GMT -5
Karlie is sitting in her rec room rewinding the ending to her three way match over and over.
I had the match won, but of course as with previous multi-person matches I lost, and now it looks like I’ll be sitting out the second pay per view in a row, and honestly that fucking sucks.
Karlie watches the ending one last time before turning off the TV.
Anyway what's done is done can’t change that.
Karlie stands up from her chair and walks out of the room, walking down the hall towards the bathroom.
After a shower Karlie walks around her residence which is surprisingly empty as Hilda is taking a much deserved few days to travel back to Austria and Audrey is visiting the few relatives that still talks to her. Karlie sat on her couch and kicked her feet up.
I can’t remember the last time I had this place completely to myself, guess I need to make the most of it.
Karlie sips her water.
Throughout my wrestling style I’ve wrestled many different wrestlers with different styles, Mexican flippy wrestlers like the Deathstars, Japanese no strong style wrestlers like Ushi, technical wrestlers like Johnny Cedrone, and various gimmick matches which are overdone in wrestling.
Karlie answers a text.
Lucha Libra is the same style with no substance, a contest to see who can do the most possible flips and dives in one match. I'm not a flippy diver wrestler, I'm an actual wrestler not a reject from the circus. Ushi proved in her time in Action wrestling that Japanese strong style is completely overrated, chop and suplexes everyone learns in their first week of wrestling school, I could learn everything I need to know about Japanese strong style in one week with the Clark Brothers in Canada, lucha libra fuck that shit. But at least those styles have produced a few recognizable known wrestlers, hell the greatest strong style wrestler of all time is my disciple.
Karlie smirks.
How about that?
Karlie finished her water.
British wrestling had it start in the early twentieth century during strongman events with some loser that no one has ever heard of named Jack Carkeek, and then some guy named Georg Hackenschmidt, another guy no one remembers who apparently from what I read sucked so badly that he almost killed wrestling in the United Kingdom, so other dudes kept it going for some reason, and had to adapt to an hardcore style because there weren't enough actual wrestlers in the country, got banned before world war two, and shouldn’t have came back to be honest. Some dude created a bunch of rules, the dumbest being rounds, yes fucking rounds in wrestling how stupid was that, if American wrestling promotions did that they would have been laughed out of the wrestling business.
You can scan the history and you find a bunch of wrestlers who never did anything outside of the UK because they weren’t good enough to hang with real wrestlers, and that’s no lie it’s fact.
Karlie smirks.
I can sit here and repeat everything I’ve done in Action Wrestling but no one has or ever will care, and honestly If I lose to TJ Alexander I’ll probably be sitting out a second straight pay per view, but then again people will enjoy that me not being on a pay per view, yet they’ll be the same bunch of assholes who will waiting at the airport at four in the morning because they're losers with no life to hound me for autographs. Wrestling fans honestly think they are entitled, I don’t own them shit, and if I’m not on the pay per view, I’ll still make more money than the loser fans.
Karlie adjusts on the couch.
I’m tired I need some fucking sleep.
The next day.
Karlie is running the compound streets.
I do more before breakfast than most people do all day.
Karlie returns from her run and notices a car parked in her driveway, walking into her residence, she smiled as she noticed Kendell, Kris, and Kylie Jenner sitting on her couch.
Well now.
Karlie walked over.
Glad you could make it Kylie, and you brought company.
I hope that’s okay Ms. Karlie.
It’s more than okay Kylie.
Karlie smiled and sat on the couch.
The next day?
Karlie is somewhere in the church compound.
You know Match Madness is just around the corner, and as of right now I don’t have a match, I’m I okay with that, maybe I am or maybe I’m not.TJ I’ll take nothing from you you’ve earned a United states title match at Match Madness, but imagine what a slap in the face to have a non American as the United States champion, unfortunately I lost week so I won’t get the chance to prevent that from happening. This week however you get to test your overrated shitty British style against the always superior North American style, we may have originated professional wrestling, but we’ve perfected it, TJ look its simple I have nothing to lose, I’m not going to be at Match Madness so what’s preventing me from making sure you don’t, Honestly TJ I could wrap your legs around the ring post and fuck your knee up, I could keep piledriving you until your concussed, the possibilities are endless, I have nothing to lose TJ, but you do, I take you out you don’t go to Match Madness, and you don’t get the chance to become the United States champion, which is honestly for the best. TJ I don’t give a fuck about our match it's a filler match on a nothing go home show for Match Madness, so go fuck yourself, bruv. See you on Monday.
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I had the match won, but of course as with previous multi-person matches I lost, and now it looks like I’ll be sitting out the second pay per view in a row, and honestly that fucking sucks.
Karlie watches the ending one last time before turning off the TV.
Anyway what's done is done can’t change that.
Karlie stands up from her chair and walks out of the room, walking down the hall towards the bathroom.
After a shower Karlie walks around her residence which is surprisingly empty as Hilda is taking a much deserved few days to travel back to Austria and Audrey is visiting the few relatives that still talks to her. Karlie sat on her couch and kicked her feet up.
I can’t remember the last time I had this place completely to myself, guess I need to make the most of it.
Karlie sips her water.
Throughout my wrestling style I’ve wrestled many different wrestlers with different styles, Mexican flippy wrestlers like the Deathstars, Japanese no strong style wrestlers like Ushi, technical wrestlers like Johnny Cedrone, and various gimmick matches which are overdone in wrestling.
Karlie answers a text.
Lucha Libra is the same style with no substance, a contest to see who can do the most possible flips and dives in one match. I'm not a flippy diver wrestler, I'm an actual wrestler not a reject from the circus. Ushi proved in her time in Action wrestling that Japanese strong style is completely overrated, chop and suplexes everyone learns in their first week of wrestling school, I could learn everything I need to know about Japanese strong style in one week with the Clark Brothers in Canada, lucha libra fuck that shit. But at least those styles have produced a few recognizable known wrestlers, hell the greatest strong style wrestler of all time is my disciple.
Karlie smirks.
How about that?
Karlie finished her water.
British wrestling had it start in the early twentieth century during strongman events with some loser that no one has ever heard of named Jack Carkeek, and then some guy named Georg Hackenschmidt, another guy no one remembers who apparently from what I read sucked so badly that he almost killed wrestling in the United Kingdom, so other dudes kept it going for some reason, and had to adapt to an hardcore style because there weren't enough actual wrestlers in the country, got banned before world war two, and shouldn’t have came back to be honest. Some dude created a bunch of rules, the dumbest being rounds, yes fucking rounds in wrestling how stupid was that, if American wrestling promotions did that they would have been laughed out of the wrestling business.
You can scan the history and you find a bunch of wrestlers who never did anything outside of the UK because they weren’t good enough to hang with real wrestlers, and that’s no lie it’s fact.
Karlie smirks.
I can sit here and repeat everything I’ve done in Action Wrestling but no one has or ever will care, and honestly If I lose to TJ Alexander I’ll probably be sitting out a second straight pay per view, but then again people will enjoy that me not being on a pay per view, yet they’ll be the same bunch of assholes who will waiting at the airport at four in the morning because they're losers with no life to hound me for autographs. Wrestling fans honestly think they are entitled, I don’t own them shit, and if I’m not on the pay per view, I’ll still make more money than the loser fans.
Karlie adjusts on the couch.
I’m tired I need some fucking sleep.
The next day.
Karlie is running the compound streets.
I do more before breakfast than most people do all day.
Karlie returns from her run and notices a car parked in her driveway, walking into her residence, she smiled as she noticed Kendell, Kris, and Kylie Jenner sitting on her couch.
Well now.
Karlie walked over.
Glad you could make it Kylie, and you brought company.
I hope that’s okay Ms. Karlie.
It’s more than okay Kylie.
Karlie smiled and sat on the couch.
The next day?
Karlie is somewhere in the church compound.
You know Match Madness is just around the corner, and as of right now I don’t have a match, I’m I okay with that, maybe I am or maybe I’m not.TJ I’ll take nothing from you you’ve earned a United states title match at Match Madness, but imagine what a slap in the face to have a non American as the United States champion, unfortunately I lost week so I won’t get the chance to prevent that from happening. This week however you get to test your overrated shitty British style against the always superior North American style, we may have originated professional wrestling, but we’ve perfected it, TJ look its simple I have nothing to lose, I’m not going to be at Match Madness so what’s preventing me from making sure you don’t, Honestly TJ I could wrap your legs around the ring post and fuck your knee up, I could keep piledriving you until your concussed, the possibilities are endless, I have nothing to lose TJ, but you do, I take you out you don’t go to Match Madness, and you don’t get the chance to become the United States champion, which is honestly for the best. TJ I don’t give a fuck about our match it's a filler match on a nothing go home show for Match Madness, so go fuck yourself, bruv. See you on Monday.
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