Post by Ms. Monster on Dec 15, 2018 1:58:58 GMT -5
Blackstone and Monster are in the locker room before Clash. Blackstone is helping her tape up and giving a pep talk as they go.
JPB: Like I’ve always said, Ramona, you can either go out there and be an asshole - get beat from pillar to post, get pinned in the middle of the ring, get embarrassed - OR you can give a whole ass effort, take these boys to the woodshed, and walk out a champion. What’s it gonna be, Ramona?
MM: God forbid I do something embarrassing.
Blackstone blushes.
At some point you’re going to have to let that evening gown shit be water under the bridge. I already told you I fucked up taking that match. Torture wanted a special attraction, and I...
You made a whole ass out of yourself.
Blackstone hangs his head in shame.
I mean… *sigh* you aren’t wrong.
I know. Trust me, I fucking know.
Look, you’ve got a goddamn title match in just a little bit. Do you want to focus on that or my stupid mistake?
They sit in silence for a beat.
So QDT…?
I’ve been bleeding out of my cunt longer than that little shit’s been alive. He doesn’t have the experience necessary to maintain his hold on that belt.
He won it though. Didn’t need experience for that, right?
He only had to beat Jaice to win the title in the first place, so it’s not as if he had to do much to prove himself. Me? I’ve been the sole survivor, won two different battle royals, and took out a couple of solid singles opponents. I am the proof of my qualifications. I am the greatest thing going in this 201 division.
You are THE ONLY member of the 201 roster that is undefeated!
I’m the only unbeatable person in Action Wrestling, let alone on the 201 roster.
Do you think QDT’s balls have even dropped?
I’ll find out when the bell rings and I punt kick him in the groin. If he starts singing falsetto, we’ll know I wrecked his manhood, and if he doesn’t, we’ll know I went ankle deep in his wrecked boypussy.
Jesus, Ramona. You’re so vocal and graphic lately.
Your in-ring aspirations have made it clear that I need to be ready to do my own talking, too. I can’t just beat what I want to say into people and let you explain it anymore.
Ramona, I had one match.
Blackstone pauses a beat.
What about Jaice, the ex-champion?
You mean the champ who couldn’t defend his goddamn title even once, even when he was set to wrestle against a child? Some Guardian, huh? Where is this guy’s head if not firmly planted up his ass? Does he drag his head out of his pink socked asshole to breathe or does he just shove a snorkel up there to give himself access to air?
Boypussy and snorkel-ass... Fuck.
When Jaice’s old mask came off, I’m not sure he ever did anything more than put a different one on.
How do you mean? Dark Spectre is gone. He’s all Jaice now.
I mean Jaice is the mask. Spectre is the man he aspires to be deep down inside. At least for his sake, I hope that’s the case, because Jaice is a talking-so-you-don’t-notice-I’m-a-fraud, cardboard cutout of a man. There isn’t anything about him that’s special or unique or even, well, interesting. He is the default character in a shit create-a-wrestler video game feature. He is… well, plainly, JP... Jaice is shit. At least when he was Spectre, he had something about him that was...
...attention grabbing?
I was thinking remotely successful, but attention grabbing works, too. I’ve taken more interesting naps than Jaice has delivered promos, and my loose, fudgy shits draw better than his matches. When someone can make that Jiminy-Cricket-dressed motherfucker QDT look fascinating by comparison, the train is officially off the rails. I don’t give two shits how many stars QDT or Jaice have spent the past two weeks wishing upon, the 201 title is MINE tonight, JP. That belt belongs to Ms. Fucking Monster.
So tonight is a whole ass night, huh?
I’m whipping two whole asses tonight.
JPB: Like I’ve always said, Ramona, you can either go out there and be an asshole - get beat from pillar to post, get pinned in the middle of the ring, get embarrassed - OR you can give a whole ass effort, take these boys to the woodshed, and walk out a champion. What’s it gonna be, Ramona?
MM: God forbid I do something embarrassing.
Blackstone blushes.
At some point you’re going to have to let that evening gown shit be water under the bridge. I already told you I fucked up taking that match. Torture wanted a special attraction, and I...
You made a whole ass out of yourself.
Blackstone hangs his head in shame.
I mean… *sigh* you aren’t wrong.
I know. Trust me, I fucking know.
Look, you’ve got a goddamn title match in just a little bit. Do you want to focus on that or my stupid mistake?
They sit in silence for a beat.
So QDT…?
I’ve been bleeding out of my cunt longer than that little shit’s been alive. He doesn’t have the experience necessary to maintain his hold on that belt.
He won it though. Didn’t need experience for that, right?
He only had to beat Jaice to win the title in the first place, so it’s not as if he had to do much to prove himself. Me? I’ve been the sole survivor, won two different battle royals, and took out a couple of solid singles opponents. I am the proof of my qualifications. I am the greatest thing going in this 201 division.
You are THE ONLY member of the 201 roster that is undefeated!
I’m the only unbeatable person in Action Wrestling, let alone on the 201 roster.
Do you think QDT’s balls have even dropped?
I’ll find out when the bell rings and I punt kick him in the groin. If he starts singing falsetto, we’ll know I wrecked his manhood, and if he doesn’t, we’ll know I went ankle deep in his wrecked boypussy.
Jesus, Ramona. You’re so vocal and graphic lately.
Your in-ring aspirations have made it clear that I need to be ready to do my own talking, too. I can’t just beat what I want to say into people and let you explain it anymore.
Ramona, I had one match.
Blackstone pauses a beat.
What about Jaice, the ex-champion?
You mean the champ who couldn’t defend his goddamn title even once, even when he was set to wrestle against a child? Some Guardian, huh? Where is this guy’s head if not firmly planted up his ass? Does he drag his head out of his pink socked asshole to breathe or does he just shove a snorkel up there to give himself access to air?
Boypussy and snorkel-ass... Fuck.
When Jaice’s old mask came off, I’m not sure he ever did anything more than put a different one on.
How do you mean? Dark Spectre is gone. He’s all Jaice now.
I mean Jaice is the mask. Spectre is the man he aspires to be deep down inside. At least for his sake, I hope that’s the case, because Jaice is a talking-so-you-don’t-notice-I’m-a-fraud, cardboard cutout of a man. There isn’t anything about him that’s special or unique or even, well, interesting. He is the default character in a shit create-a-wrestler video game feature. He is… well, plainly, JP... Jaice is shit. At least when he was Spectre, he had something about him that was...
...attention grabbing?
I was thinking remotely successful, but attention grabbing works, too. I’ve taken more interesting naps than Jaice has delivered promos, and my loose, fudgy shits draw better than his matches. When someone can make that Jiminy-Cricket-dressed motherfucker QDT look fascinating by comparison, the train is officially off the rails. I don’t give two shits how many stars QDT or Jaice have spent the past two weeks wishing upon, the 201 title is MINE tonight, JP. That belt belongs to Ms. Fucking Monster.
So tonight is a whole ass night, huh?
I’m whipping two whole asses tonight.