Post by Niobe Martin on Jun 9, 2024 13:59:23 GMT -5
if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged |
”Brody must be feelin’ all kinds of something for the Evolution show coming in a few weeks, or got his knob polished by some one eyed girl and got this idea in the post clarity of his decision cause he made this three way match for Draugr’s US Title on the upcoming Clash show. It’s the big man, myself, and Jesse fuckin’ Lee. Two people who have carved their own destructive and ego driven path in this company and here I am just wondering what the hell is gonna happen. It’s gonna be a bloody war, or just complete annihlation. I’m betting on both, to be honest and I’d be just fine with sitting back with my snacks and watching this shit show happen.
Am I excited to be a part of this? Sure.
Do I think I’m gonna have any shot at tearing that title away from Draugr? Probably not.
Because let’s face it, my track record for getting this kind of chance and blowing it when it really counts is pretty bad. Everyone knows it. People love pointing that out, so I’m just waiting for the comments to roll in. I had one title to my name, and that was after clawing and fighting at every bad turn and whatnot before it got taken away by Addy. I’m aware of this. I’m aware of the comments coming like I said, but I could fire right back with something equally as scathing and level the playing field. Who knows.
I’m gonna do whatever I have to to put on a good showing out there. Win or lose.
It’s what I do best, bring the fight to Monday Night Clash.
I know we’ve met before in the ring Jessie dear, and it turned out in your favor. This one might too, but it’s not like I’m gonna go down without swinging and drawing blood before I go. I’m pretty much gonna expect the same thing from you, raging stale cookies on repeat. Maybe I should just step out and give you and Draugr some private time. He’s got the title you once had a long time ago, maybe you want to break his face or something. Whatever floats your boat.
Draugr, the tall mighty mentally disturbed man. How’s the electro-shock therapy working for you? I tried to think of a better way to start that, but that’s all I could come up with right now. You took out Cedrone in order to get to this point, two months later. All the while fending off whatever little ankle biters tried to take that away from you. Well done. What happens, though, when the therapy stops and your left with the soul crushing reality of the situation. That you might possibly lose your very title to either myself or Jesse.
I feel like I’m walking in as the odd person out of this and I probably have no real claim to take what you have but I’m gonna try my fucking hardest to do as much damage as I can because…why not? I took Muru to the limit, why can’t I do the same here? Why not do something unbelievable.
Anything is possible.
***~~~***~~~***
The blue drop top thunderbird sped down the highway, loud music blaring from the speakers as the two girls sang as loud as they could, attempting to match the decibel level of the music but failing at it. Wind whipped through their hair, along with the smell of whatever else was out there. It was a sudden, spur of the moment road trip down to las vegas for a couple of days before heading up to Salt Lake City for Clash. They had taken the long way around, hitting different states and enjoying what they happened to find.
Finally after what seemed like forever, the glittering lights and sign greeting people to ‘sin city’ appeared.
“About freakin time. We need to find a hotel so I can stretch my legs before we go out to explore the city.” Nikki chirped from the driver’s seat of her car, zooming through the heart of the city.
Niobe looked down at her phone, typing in things before pointing her in the direction of a good one, watching everything fly by before they pulled into the lot. Once their room was booked and taken care of, it was time to go explore. They parked by the curb on one of the busier streets and got out, glancing at the different shops scattered about.
”You probably could see this whole city from space. With all the lights and whatever.”
“I don’t think so. Unless they made some powerful tall…spotlight? Look who cares, let’s just go shopping.”
”Gonna gamble our money away in the city, maybe win some fancy car or a trip to the bahamas.”
“Win or lose, we’re gonna walk out without any regrets.”
”Except for having a wicked hangover the next day.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
***~~~***~~~***
”Why show up if all it’s going to lead to is another crushing disappointment? I thought that after winning the Television title, things would look up for a while. They did, but not for as long as I thought they would. Now I’m back to where I am, a familiar grind; going out there and showing out but not putting everything into the game. Just going out there and expecting something to happen. It’s the old demons creeping in, telling me that I can’t do it, that this night is just gonna end up like the others where shit doesn’t happen and either Draugr or the ‘Dommy Mommy’ walks out with their head held high.
I can’t do this. I’ve got to go out there and put everything into this, heart…mind…and soul.
Isn’t that right Jessie? Give it everything and burn the rest to the ground?
Just burn it all and give everyone a real show, full force.”
Am I excited to be a part of this? Sure.
Do I think I’m gonna have any shot at tearing that title away from Draugr? Probably not.
Because let’s face it, my track record for getting this kind of chance and blowing it when it really counts is pretty bad. Everyone knows it. People love pointing that out, so I’m just waiting for the comments to roll in. I had one title to my name, and that was after clawing and fighting at every bad turn and whatnot before it got taken away by Addy. I’m aware of this. I’m aware of the comments coming like I said, but I could fire right back with something equally as scathing and level the playing field. Who knows.
I’m gonna do whatever I have to to put on a good showing out there. Win or lose.
It’s what I do best, bring the fight to Monday Night Clash.
I know we’ve met before in the ring Jessie dear, and it turned out in your favor. This one might too, but it’s not like I’m gonna go down without swinging and drawing blood before I go. I’m pretty much gonna expect the same thing from you, raging stale cookies on repeat. Maybe I should just step out and give you and Draugr some private time. He’s got the title you once had a long time ago, maybe you want to break his face or something. Whatever floats your boat.
Draugr, the tall mighty mentally disturbed man. How’s the electro-shock therapy working for you? I tried to think of a better way to start that, but that’s all I could come up with right now. You took out Cedrone in order to get to this point, two months later. All the while fending off whatever little ankle biters tried to take that away from you. Well done. What happens, though, when the therapy stops and your left with the soul crushing reality of the situation. That you might possibly lose your very title to either myself or Jesse.
I feel like I’m walking in as the odd person out of this and I probably have no real claim to take what you have but I’m gonna try my fucking hardest to do as much damage as I can because…why not? I took Muru to the limit, why can’t I do the same here? Why not do something unbelievable.
Anything is possible.
***~~~***~~~***
The blue drop top thunderbird sped down the highway, loud music blaring from the speakers as the two girls sang as loud as they could, attempting to match the decibel level of the music but failing at it. Wind whipped through their hair, along with the smell of whatever else was out there. It was a sudden, spur of the moment road trip down to las vegas for a couple of days before heading up to Salt Lake City for Clash. They had taken the long way around, hitting different states and enjoying what they happened to find.
Finally after what seemed like forever, the glittering lights and sign greeting people to ‘sin city’ appeared.
“About freakin time. We need to find a hotel so I can stretch my legs before we go out to explore the city.” Nikki chirped from the driver’s seat of her car, zooming through the heart of the city.
Niobe looked down at her phone, typing in things before pointing her in the direction of a good one, watching everything fly by before they pulled into the lot. Once their room was booked and taken care of, it was time to go explore. They parked by the curb on one of the busier streets and got out, glancing at the different shops scattered about.
”You probably could see this whole city from space. With all the lights and whatever.”
“I don’t think so. Unless they made some powerful tall…spotlight? Look who cares, let’s just go shopping.”
”Gonna gamble our money away in the city, maybe win some fancy car or a trip to the bahamas.”
“Win or lose, we’re gonna walk out without any regrets.”
”Except for having a wicked hangover the next day.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
***~~~***~~~***
”Why show up if all it’s going to lead to is another crushing disappointment? I thought that after winning the Television title, things would look up for a while. They did, but not for as long as I thought they would. Now I’m back to where I am, a familiar grind; going out there and showing out but not putting everything into the game. Just going out there and expecting something to happen. It’s the old demons creeping in, telling me that I can’t do it, that this night is just gonna end up like the others where shit doesn’t happen and either Draugr or the ‘Dommy Mommy’ walks out with their head held high.
I can’t do this. I’ve got to go out there and put everything into this, heart…mind…and soul.
Isn’t that right Jessie? Give it everything and burn the rest to the ground?
Just burn it all and give everyone a real show, full force.”