Post by James Nightingale on Mar 18, 2020 6:10:09 GMT -5
James Nightingale paces around a shitty motel room on the outskirts of Indiana like a caged tiger. Everywhere is on lockdown as a result of Coronavirus, no one is allowed outside unless necessary. All flights outside of the United States are grounded preventing Nightingale from returning to his beloved King City in The United Kingdom.
Nightingale thinks about the weird twins on the front desk who checked him in. Those twins were fucking creepy, wouldn’t be surprised if the lad was balls deep in his sister right now.
The banging of a bed’s headboard can be heard from the room next door. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
Nightingale opens the window and lights a cigarette. How things can change in a week huh? I bury Kidsgrove, I speak my mind on the AW product, I go to war with Crow and now that everyone bares witness to the fact that I am the future of this company, I now have people queuing up to be my partner for BattleBowl. I thought I won the lottery when I drew Dag as a partner, he has all the attributes to form a team with myself and I know for certain that one day The Sadistic Savages will ride to glory like a Valkyrie flies over the battlefield. But that was not meant to be for now, because the “The Epitome of Hardcore” himself, Gravedigger has taken a liking to my sadistic nature, sees a lot of himself in The Angel of Death and went as far as infecting Dag with Coronavirus just to become my partner; I LOVE YOUR STYLE!
This Monday on Clash, The Blazing Adlers will quickly learn the feeling of pain and suffering when they step inside the ring with THE BRINGERS OF VIOLENCE!
Nightingale flicks his cigarette away and closes the window. He pours himself a whiskey and sits back in his chair. The banging from next door continues. Teo Blaze… oh Teddy boy where do we begin? You are a man of many masks Teddy, which one will you wear on Monday? Will it be the mask of the brave warrior who finally climbed the mountain when you won the WCF world title? Or will it be the mask of the scared little bitch who has been cowering in the corner week in week out whilst bigger badder competition like Kevin Bishop and Cory Bull has been stealing your lunch money? Where the fuck are your balls son? I thought they grew warriors in Habanero Hall, but on the evidence in front of me old man Hector Habanero must have had dementia when choosing you as an apprentice. Has it dawned on you that you're nothing, that you simply are the resident whipping boy in Action Wrestling? Unfortunately this continues on Clash son, as The Bringers of Violence will begin our march towards that eight man battle royal. I would say remove your stupid sun glasses ready for the battle ahead, but on second thought Teo, your gonna need them after Clash after I GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT YOUR FUCKING HEAD! That way you can wander the streets of Houston looking like a damn blind lawyer! On second thoughts you may need a mask to cover that whole face as it's going to be rather disfigured, no surgeon in the world will be able to fix that horror show.
Nightingale laughs to himself as he downs his whiskey. This match should be ideal for you Teddy, you’ve teamed with KOS and Kemp in the past, won Tag Title’s in UCI and WCF, except you were the Robin to your partner's Batman, you were always carried to victory by your partners who went on to bigger and better things whilst you have progressed to… well nothing. The King of All Media really is just the King of shitting the bed, so go fuck off back to a world of drink and depression as I march through you and your partner, Cassidy Adler.
The banging continues. Nightingale throws his glass against the wall and marches out of his motel door and KICKS DOWN his neighbours door! He walks in to find those weird twins having sex! “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! Hurry up son, your thrusting is going through my FUCKING HEAD!!”
He leaves whilst chuckling to himself, he walks into the car park and lights another cigarette. Don’t those guys just remind you of The Adler Twins? I mean everyone thinks they have an incestuous relationship. Cassidy is probably balls deep in little Olive right now. Truth be told I didn’t realise Cassidy was even a guy for several weeks. They are much of nothing really, a vanilla team who have created little buzz on the roster. How does it feel Cassidy to know that you are pretty low on the totem pole here? It must kill you inside after having your way your whole life that firstly your film career went to shit, and now your wrestling career is too. It must be even worse knowing that Olive is the better twin, she got all the strong attributes of your parents whilst you got the worst. Is that why you fuck your own sister pal, pin her down and FORCE YOURSELF INSIDE HER? PATHETIC! I’m fucked up son but I ain’t that fucked up!
Nightingale notices the twins fleeing from the hotel room and laughs sadistically. Clash is serious guys, you have to march through hell to get through The Bringers of Violence. Cassidy your gonna have to learn to tag with a partner who your not fucking, slapping Teddy on the ass ain't gonna cut it. But old Teddy is used to being the bitch in all his partnerships so the little prick might actually like the attention. It doesn’t really matter though, because The Bringers of Violence are like the Coronavirus, nature's way of eradicating the weakness from society.
Nightingale walks back into his motel room and slams the door shut.