Post by Addy A on Jun 29, 2024 17:20:55 GMT -5
“I'm good, yeah, I'm feelin' alright
Baby, I'ma have the best fuckin' night of my life
And wherever it takes me, I'm down for the ride
Baby, don't you know I'm good? Yeah, I'm feelin' alright”
“How the fuckin’ wheel turns. Once I took you in, gave you a home, gave you something to live for when you had lost everything you held in your heart. Now, like the succubus that you FUCKING are, you come into my life and start taking away the things that fucking matter to me.”
“At Evolution, I’ll bury my demons.”
“You included.”
“There was a time when I took pity on you.”
“I took you to Mexico and we rode the rails over many cute poolboys, but somewhere along you come to see yourself more fucking important than me. Like you were some fucking Queen.”
“We know you and me, we friends - but like I said last time - step between the fucking ropes - I’ll soon as snap your fucking neck as I would roll over and let you pin to the mat. Completely opposite to the bedroom.”
“Ha.”
“That was before you turned the fuck up and tossed me from Havoc - shit happens - every women for herself. But, bitch when you stop me keeping the TV title that was the end of the fucking line. ‘You were looking out for me.’ Bullshit, you were jealous of my Total Recall of three titles for three titties. Bitch you remember when I fought Regan fucking Voorhees after a god damn fucking fucking abortion.”
“I know what’s best for me.”
“Not you.”
“And what’s best for me right now is take your pretty little face of yours and bury it deeper underground than Monica’s Lewinsky in her boss's crotch. I have no qualms being your Frank Lowe.”
“Some would say that’s over the top, but those people have not been paying attention to me in any way, shape or form. Because, if they were, they would know that I will go well beyond the nth degree to take back what's mine or at the very least extract my revenge on the perpetrators. Go ask the fools who curb stomped Robbie Hope down what happened when I came back for bodies.”
“Oh wait.”
“But, yeh, I know you knew that already.”
“So here we are, Sara Pettis and Adelaide Ainsworth - The Queens. Where one bitch can’t put away desire to be satisfied by gold behind her. And one homicidal cunt ain’t giving it up.”
“Whatever craving’s you have can probably be sated by a good dick, Sara. But, yeh I’ve seen those fuckin’ dweebs of Devil’s Gate - and apart from the lizard’s tongue - you ain’t getting anything worthwhile - because some nerd in a Darth Vader is pure movie fantasy if you think they know how fuck on the first go.”
“But I will fuck you up, Sare. Top to bottom, head to toe. Your craving to satisfy your dry vagina with the Cruiserweight Title is going to the end of you at Evolution, such is your downfall that the Queens will have to find a way to evolve. And while Johnny Eden is parading as the best export from a nation that made its reputation by stealing every with my Television Title - a title you Benedict Arnold’d to him - Sare, you cunt.”
“I’m digging the holes that you’ll be buried in so that you’ll never be satisfied like Mexico again.”
“That’s the thing - right, babe? We live in the past, so much so that everyone holds our history against us, it’s cheap insults and second-rate putdowns. But in our shared history…”
“We had the time of our fucking lives and you want to throw it away just to get your hands on what’s mine. You want to end the good times and body shots, because why? You’re own jealousy, fool on fucking you. Your good times are being replaced by bad times and body shots with headshots.”
“I’m going to have the best night of my fuckin’ life.”
“Sara - where we go - that’s entirely on you.”
“Don’t know about you, but…”
“I’m good.”
“At Evolution, I’ll bury my demons.”
“You included.”
“There was a time when I took pity on you.”
“I took you to Mexico and we rode the rails over many cute poolboys, but somewhere along you come to see yourself more fucking important than me. Like you were some fucking Queen.”
“We know you and me, we friends - but like I said last time - step between the fucking ropes - I’ll soon as snap your fucking neck as I would roll over and let you pin to the mat. Completely opposite to the bedroom.”
“Ha.”
“That was before you turned the fuck up and tossed me from Havoc - shit happens - every women for herself. But, bitch when you stop me keeping the TV title that was the end of the fucking line. ‘You were looking out for me.’ Bullshit, you were jealous of my Total Recall of three titles for three titties. Bitch you remember when I fought Regan fucking Voorhees after a god damn fucking fucking abortion.”
“I know what’s best for me.”
“Not you.”
“And what’s best for me right now is take your pretty little face of yours and bury it deeper underground than Monica’s Lewinsky in her boss's crotch. I have no qualms being your Frank Lowe.”
“Some would say that’s over the top, but those people have not been paying attention to me in any way, shape or form. Because, if they were, they would know that I will go well beyond the nth degree to take back what's mine or at the very least extract my revenge on the perpetrators. Go ask the fools who curb stomped Robbie Hope down what happened when I came back for bodies.”
“Oh wait.”
“But, yeh, I know you knew that already.”
“So here we are, Sara Pettis and Adelaide Ainsworth - The Queens. Where one bitch can’t put away desire to be satisfied by gold behind her. And one homicidal cunt ain’t giving it up.”
“Whatever craving’s you have can probably be sated by a good dick, Sara. But, yeh I’ve seen those fuckin’ dweebs of Devil’s Gate - and apart from the lizard’s tongue - you ain’t getting anything worthwhile - because some nerd in a Darth Vader is pure movie fantasy if you think they know how fuck on the first go.”
“But I will fuck you up, Sare. Top to bottom, head to toe. Your craving to satisfy your dry vagina with the Cruiserweight Title is going to the end of you at Evolution, such is your downfall that the Queens will have to find a way to evolve. And while Johnny Eden is parading as the best export from a nation that made its reputation by stealing every with my Television Title - a title you Benedict Arnold’d to him - Sare, you cunt.”
“I’m digging the holes that you’ll be buried in so that you’ll never be satisfied like Mexico again.”
“That’s the thing - right, babe? We live in the past, so much so that everyone holds our history against us, it’s cheap insults and second-rate putdowns. But in our shared history…”
“We had the time of our fucking lives and you want to throw it away just to get your hands on what’s mine. You want to end the good times and body shots, because why? You’re own jealousy, fool on fucking you. Your good times are being replaced by bad times and body shots with headshots.”
“I’m going to have the best night of my fuckin’ life.”
“Sara - where we go - that’s entirely on you.”
“Don’t know about you, but…”
“I’m good.”