Post by Jessie Lee on Apr 7, 2024 11:55:37 GMT -5
Oh, would you look at this?
I'm in ANOTHER TOURNAMENT in as many months!
That's three now, if you inbred fucks never learned to count.
But hey, that's okay! Brady Bolt can kill off Action Wrestling's staple Battlebowl 'cause he has about as much air in his head as his puffy-ass hair. Which why there are more dumbass twats in back making matches instead of the ACTUAL BOOKER, doesn't it?
Fuckin' whatever.
But, despite bein' tired of these repeat clusterfucks, the fact remains that there is a big ol' juicy prize at the end that the Monday Night Mommy wants.
The final spot in the Havoc Rumble.
But just 'cause I WANT IT doesn't mean I'm gonna GET IT, right? There are LEVELS to this shit.
But guess what?
I'm sick of lookin' up so I'm gonna drag you pair of fuck knuckles down to MY LEVEL.
An' MY LEVEL is fuckin' PETTY.
I'm in ANOTHER TOURNAMENT in as many months!
That's three now, if you inbred fucks never learned to count.
But hey, that's okay! Brady Bolt can kill off Action Wrestling's staple Battlebowl 'cause he has about as much air in his head as his puffy-ass hair. Which why there are more dumbass twats in back making matches instead of the ACTUAL BOOKER, doesn't it?
Fuckin' whatever.
But, despite bein' tired of these repeat clusterfucks, the fact remains that there is a big ol' juicy prize at the end that the Monday Night Mommy wants.
The final spot in the Havoc Rumble.
But just 'cause I WANT IT doesn't mean I'm gonna GET IT, right? There are LEVELS to this shit.
But guess what?
I'm sick of lookin' up so I'm gonna drag you pair of fuck knuckles down to MY LEVEL.
An' MY LEVEL is fuckin' PETTY.
Uncertainty.
If anything could define the overall feeling that had been hanging over the head like a dark storm cloud it was that. The battle royal hadn't gone nearly as well as she had wanted it to and now she was once more stuck on the outside staring in when it came to her professional career. She knew that she could do it. but for whatever reason opportunity after opportunity had slipped through her fingers. Plus, like a dagger between the ribs, Craig decided to add onto the mounting pile of problems.
"I don't trust 'em." Jackie said as he leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.
"I know, Jack," Jessie said in response as she absently fiddled with the partially eaten apple she held "I don't trust either of 'em either but I can't just sit back an' ignore 'em."
"Why the fuck not? It ain't like either of them actually did shit for ya."
"Jack," she said with a resigned sigh "They did do shit an' I have to at least hear them out 'cause of it. I fuckin' hate the thought of goin', especially with all the shit that drummed up 'bout that island-"
"Crazy shit that."
"Yeah, I know but I gotta do what I gotta do."
"Think it has anything to do with how things've been going lately on Clash?"
"I don't know, but I sure as fuck hope not. King made it pretty clear where we stood when he ghosted me after losin' to Doc an' I got a feelin' in the pit of my stomach that shit'll get worse 'fore it gets better. But," she said as she ceased playing with the apple "What I do know is that there isn't a single person that's goin' to stop me from fulfilling my promise. Not TFK an' his groupies. Or Karlie Nahs an' her whores, an' certainly not a guy like Angelo."
Karlie Nash...
I admit that I'm surprised that you're still bothering to show up when you already KNOW that you're goin' to get your shit kicked in EVERY TIME that bell rings. You might be a pathetic cunt that never grew outta that cringy teenage overly hormonal portion of puberty, but that begrudging tenacity.is fuckin' admirable. Too bad it isn't gonna mean shit when I dump ya on your single digit IQ head again; 'Cause, just like March Madness, I ain't walking out of that arena Monday Night without the win. In fact, after gettin' dumped outta that battle royal last week I'd have to say that I'm pretty fuckin' HELL BENT ON ADVANCING TO THE NEXT ROUND.
So I'm going to beat the hell out of you again an' there ain't shit you're gonna do about it.
But PLEASE, for the love of God, TRY to put up a fuckin' FIGHT this time.
I know all you give a shit about is gettin' your money an' fuckin' whatever STD-ridden forgotten celebrity that only joined your goofy little cult for clout, but do TRY to make my ELMININATION of you in this tournament somewhat meaningful. Stomping your ass week in an' week out isn't as fun as wrecking the dreams of somebody that WANTS TO WIN as much as I do.
Which is kinda funny.
'Cause we ALL KNOW that you really couldn't give a shit 'bout this match either; do ya, Gerry?
Naaah, you STILL GOT that All In case an' you're lookin' at this match just like it's just ANOTHER FORGONE CONCLUSION, ANOTHER MUNDANE HOLLYWOOD ENDING.
But like I said, Gerry, I'M TIRED of LOOKIN' UP an' it just so happens that you're in ARM'S REACH.
I can already hear that arrogant scoff before you call me some me some lackadaisical name or use overblown an' overused sports reference 'cause that's ALL YOU EVER REALLY HAVE, but mate, the fact is you've REALLY FUCKIN' SLIPPED from the throne you once sat on. You USED to be the face of the place before Jill tore that World strap from your clutches an' for the last two years you've been playin' second, third, an' fourth string to a bunch of silly cunts that don't even APPRECIATE the spot they're in.
You're not a Livin' Legend.
You're just another bitter egotistical loser with a bruised ego.
Holding the Tag straps with Cedrone didn't mean shit an' your big moment winnin' the World strap a second time fell flatter than Karlie's chances of victory this Monday. At this point all you HAVE is THAT CASE. So, an' I know this'll be DIFFICULT for you, I suggest you stick your head between your legs and kiss you ass goodbye because Monday Night is the night I SHOW THE WORLD who SHOULD be challenging Teo at Blast. I'm going to show every single self-centered fucker that believes that I can't break through to that next level that I CAN and WILL BECOME the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
And it'll all start by putting you outta our collective misery.
I admit that I'm surprised that you're still bothering to show up when you already KNOW that you're goin' to get your shit kicked in EVERY TIME that bell rings. You might be a pathetic cunt that never grew outta that cringy teenage overly hormonal portion of puberty, but that begrudging tenacity.is fuckin' admirable. Too bad it isn't gonna mean shit when I dump ya on your single digit IQ head again; 'Cause, just like March Madness, I ain't walking out of that arena Monday Night without the win. In fact, after gettin' dumped outta that battle royal last week I'd have to say that I'm pretty fuckin' HELL BENT ON ADVANCING TO THE NEXT ROUND.
So I'm going to beat the hell out of you again an' there ain't shit you're gonna do about it.
But PLEASE, for the love of God, TRY to put up a fuckin' FIGHT this time.
I know all you give a shit about is gettin' your money an' fuckin' whatever STD-ridden forgotten celebrity that only joined your goofy little cult for clout, but do TRY to make my ELMININATION of you in this tournament somewhat meaningful. Stomping your ass week in an' week out isn't as fun as wrecking the dreams of somebody that WANTS TO WIN as much as I do.
Which is kinda funny.
'Cause we ALL KNOW that you really couldn't give a shit 'bout this match either; do ya, Gerry?
Naaah, you STILL GOT that All In case an' you're lookin' at this match just like it's just ANOTHER FORGONE CONCLUSION, ANOTHER MUNDANE HOLLYWOOD ENDING.
But like I said, Gerry, I'M TIRED of LOOKIN' UP an' it just so happens that you're in ARM'S REACH.
I can already hear that arrogant scoff before you call me some me some lackadaisical name or use overblown an' overused sports reference 'cause that's ALL YOU EVER REALLY HAVE, but mate, the fact is you've REALLY FUCKIN' SLIPPED from the throne you once sat on. You USED to be the face of the place before Jill tore that World strap from your clutches an' for the last two years you've been playin' second, third, an' fourth string to a bunch of silly cunts that don't even APPRECIATE the spot they're in.
You're not a Livin' Legend.
You're just another bitter egotistical loser with a bruised ego.
Holding the Tag straps with Cedrone didn't mean shit an' your big moment winnin' the World strap a second time fell flatter than Karlie's chances of victory this Monday. At this point all you HAVE is THAT CASE. So, an' I know this'll be DIFFICULT for you, I suggest you stick your head between your legs and kiss you ass goodbye because Monday Night is the night I SHOW THE WORLD who SHOULD be challenging Teo at Blast. I'm going to show every single self-centered fucker that believes that I can't break through to that next level that I CAN and WILL BECOME the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
And it'll all start by putting you outta our collective misery.