Post by Jessie Lee on Jun 16, 2024 5:43:59 GMT -5
HEEEEEEEEY YO!
HERE WE GO!
Another Monda7y Night Clash and another moment in time where the Monday Night Dommy Mommy tears the fucking building down brick by bloody brick; to deliver a certified banger to the silly little simps of Fresno as Action Wrestling makes its final stop before Evolution Seven!
Fucking hell it's exciting!
BUT!
Before I get down to the good part and deliver the brain-meltingly orgasmic throwdown that you're all looking forward to there is one spot of business that I feel I gotta take care of. One that a whole lot of ya might feel is a long time coming.
Niobody Niobe Martin.
Congratulations.
Seriously.
I know it might feel surreal and maybe you're still a little mindfucked that you actually managed to pin DRAUGR, but ya did and you're now walking into the BIGGEST event of the year as the United States Champion. So enjoy it. Revel in the success that comes with overcoming years of continuously mounting failure and heartbreaking setbacks. Take a moment and memorize every sensation and sense of joy of doing what many, including myself, thought you couldn't do. Yet, most of all, take pride in what you've accomplished.
Because now I'm FOCUSED.
And you're FUCKED.
HERE WE GO!
Another Monda7y Night Clash and another moment in time where the Monday Night Dommy Mommy tears the fucking building down brick by bloody brick; to deliver a certified banger to the silly little simps of Fresno as Action Wrestling makes its final stop before Evolution Seven!
Fucking hell it's exciting!
BUT!
Before I get down to the good part and deliver the brain-meltingly orgasmic throwdown that you're all looking forward to there is one spot of business that I feel I gotta take care of. One that a whole lot of ya might feel is a long time coming.
Niobody Niobe Martin.
Congratulations.
Seriously.
I know it might feel surreal and maybe you're still a little mindfucked that you actually managed to pin DRAUGR, but ya did and you're now walking into the BIGGEST event of the year as the United States Champion. So enjoy it. Revel in the success that comes with overcoming years of continuously mounting failure and heartbreaking setbacks. Take a moment and memorize every sensation and sense of joy of doing what many, including myself, thought you couldn't do. Yet, most of all, take pride in what you've accomplished.
Because now I'm FOCUSED.
And you're FUCKED.
"Dude, how'd you make it back without getting questioned?"
"Are you fuckin' serious right now?" Jackie spat as he covered his left eye with an ice pack that Micheal had just handed him. Needless to say, the confrontation hadn't exactly gone well in Salt Lake City and, in the end, all he got was a series of bruises as he and Jessie had gotten into a fight. Which, to an extent, was something that had been expected. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that it had more than just the loss that had fueled that wild light he had seen in her eyes that night.
"Soooo?"
""So" what?"
"Are we going to Evolution or no?" Micheal said as he plopped down onto the couch seat next to Jack; a smile on his face.
"What do ya mean? Shit's sold out." Jackie replied matter-of-factly as he leaned back.
"Yeah, it is." Micheal said as he fished out a pair of tickets from his pocket, much to Jackie's surprise.
Not that you're worried, right?
After all, you have the unquie privlige of having the monster at your back instead of an obstacle and I''ve no doubt you're feeling a sense of security heading into this tag team match at the Save Mart Center; and ya should. After all, the "Living Nightmare" and the "Demon Clown" sound like a match made in hell.
But I gotta ask.
Are you ready?
Are you REALLY READY to step into that ring this Monday Night?
Sure, you're coming off of the most important win of you're entire fucking life and, 'cause you're the only cunt that took the words to heart when I was the WOrld Television Champion, you've finally got the mindset of a decent champion. However, you're not Teo Blaze; you can't just continue relying on the same perpetual underdog tactics and pray to God that the Killer Klown from Mars will carry you through the match until you can score that opportunistic pin like ya did last week. I'm sure you'll see this and tell everyone you won't and that you'll fight harder then you ever have before and I would be incredibly fucking disappointed if you don't, but you need to understand that you're no longer that little NIOBODY that managed to luck herself into a Television championship reign.
You're NIOBe MARTIN.
THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION.
MY FUCKING TARGET.
And I'm going to make DAMN SURE that I REMIND YOU of just WHY I ain't the BITCH to fuck with. So, as we meet at this final Clash before Evolution, know that when that bell rings and I get my hands on you there isn't a world in which you're ready for the ass-kicking that I'm personally going to hand-deliver to you; that you're NEVER going to be ready for what's coming for you.
This Monday night is going to be more than just a statement made at your expense.
It's gonna be the issuing of your death warrant.
After all, you have the unquie privlige of having the monster at your back instead of an obstacle and I''ve no doubt you're feeling a sense of security heading into this tag team match at the Save Mart Center; and ya should. After all, the "Living Nightmare" and the "Demon Clown" sound like a match made in hell.
But I gotta ask.
Are you ready?
Are you REALLY READY to step into that ring this Monday Night?
Sure, you're coming off of the most important win of you're entire fucking life and, 'cause you're the only cunt that took the words to heart when I was the WOrld Television Champion, you've finally got the mindset of a decent champion. However, you're not Teo Blaze; you can't just continue relying on the same perpetual underdog tactics and pray to God that the Killer Klown from Mars will carry you through the match until you can score that opportunistic pin like ya did last week. I'm sure you'll see this and tell everyone you won't and that you'll fight harder then you ever have before and I would be incredibly fucking disappointed if you don't, but you need to understand that you're no longer that little NIOBODY that managed to luck herself into a Television championship reign.
You're NIOBe MARTIN.
THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION.
MY FUCKING TARGET.
And I'm going to make DAMN SURE that I REMIND YOU of just WHY I ain't the BITCH to fuck with. So, as we meet at this final Clash before Evolution, know that when that bell rings and I get my hands on you there isn't a world in which you're ready for the ass-kicking that I'm personally going to hand-deliver to you; that you're NEVER going to be ready for what's coming for you.
This Monday night is going to be more than just a statement made at your expense.
It's gonna be the issuing of your death warrant.
'Ya fuckin' got him good! Killin' your own brother like that!'
"Shut up." Jessie mumbled as she pressed the side of her head against the bus window; absently rubbing the knuckles of her right hand.
'Aaaaaah, c'mon now! That shit was good! He deserves it for not listenin' to ya after all!' The little devil in her head cackled as the bus rumbled into the night.
"He was a dumbass...." she mumbled as she closed her eyes; the memory of repeatedly hitting her brother's face vividly replaying in her mind. She had left him that damn note when she left. Why didn't the dumbfuck just fucking listen? She needed to be alone so she could deal with....
'You're too fuckin' emotional. Hopefully, that clownie fuck beats some sense into ya 'fore the little blonde fairy bitch embarrasses you again.'
FUcking hell, even when she was alone she couldn't BE ALONE.
Don't worry SICKO, I didn't forget about you.
I just don't give a fuck.
You've probably got some savage shit to say that'll hurt my feelings I'm sure, but you're not my target; not my monster to slay. So just keep your wannabe psychobabble to yourself 'cause there isn't a fucking person giving a shit. You're big and you're bad, but you ain't infallible and if you take one step outta line and into my path you're going to get MORE than the one cunt crazy enough to meet on your brutal and gore-infected level.
You don't give a shit.
But "Horrorkore Hottie" is more than just a silly nickname.
It's a nickname that'll REALLY TWIST THAT METAL.
I just don't give a fuck.
You've probably got some savage shit to say that'll hurt my feelings I'm sure, but you're not my target; not my monster to slay. So just keep your wannabe psychobabble to yourself 'cause there isn't a fucking person giving a shit. You're big and you're bad, but you ain't infallible and if you take one step outta line and into my path you're going to get MORE than the one cunt crazy enough to meet on your brutal and gore-infected level.
You don't give a shit.
But "Horrorkore Hottie" is more than just a silly nickname.
It's a nickname that'll REALLY TWIST THAT METAL.