Post by Spayde Martinez on Nov 10, 2020 13:30:27 GMT -5
A voice off a black screen.
Fade in on Spayde Martinez’s Women’s Championship Belt.
Shot widens to reveal the belt is strapped around Spayde’s waist. She stares into the camera with a dull, simmering rage snarling as her emotional subtext.
Spayde’s face contorts into a perverse smile.
Spayde scoffs and shakes her head.
Fade to black.
“Final girl, huh? Looks like someone needs a little fucking reminder of what makes a girl and what makes a grown ass woman.”
Fade in on Spayde Martinez’s Women’s Championship Belt.
“You notice how that title doesn’t say SHIT about girls? Notice it’s how it has the sleak, professional look of an adult woman? No, of course not. Because at all levels, this fucking company is a sausage party. These XIII shows are booked by a man, the GMs of both shows are men, the co-presidents are both men, and the only woman in a position of power that this company has ever had was fired flippantly and in an overtly disrespectful way. What is a woman like me supposed to take away from that image when I see it? Because ALL I’m taking away from it is that this company only trots out women in high profile spots when they’re smoke shows and it’s just to make sure their little dicks can get hard.”
“So these bookers and assholes need to know the difference between a girl and a woman? I’ll be happy to play teacher for the rest of this braindead roster and show them what happens when you book a single mindedly focused woman to go to war against a handful of the dantiest, most distractible little girls this company has to offer.”
“The greatest challenge within this match is someone I’ve already destroyed and discarded. The rest of the lot? Good god. Who the fuck put this bullshit together? I’m honestly insulted that I was forcibly included in this collection of fucking rejects, retirees, and silicone monstrosities. I’m better than these challengers. I am the superior competitor on Cruiser Clash, and I’m the single best women’s competitor in the history of Action Wrestling. Period. It’s not Lissie Hope. It’s not Adeline Ainsworth. It’s not Casey Holliday. It’s me, Spayde Martinez. And when this match happens at XIII, I’ll prove that to the world. But to me? I’ve already punked out half of the women in this match before I even step into the ring. Once it’s all said and done, I’ll have punked out the other half, too.”
“When the fans of Action Wrestling see me enter the ring, they know that shit’s about to get real. However, I haven’t had enough official opportunities to step up to the plate and show the world what I’m capable of. Some of that falls on the bookers who refuse to put me on the cards, but most of it falls on the spineless little bitches who refuse to push themselves and step into the ring for a real challenge that’s far outside of their depth. If some broad like Vebbins would demand a match with me, she’d have it. I bashed her over the fucking head and she STILL didn’t make the effort to call me out. And let’s be real, she’s not an outlier; she’s the fucking rule for the women in this match. I am carrying around the most prestigious title in this company, and NONE of these fucking chump bitches even TRIED to come for it? What the fuck is wrong with them? It really takes Corey Black trying to flex nuts to put my belt on the line for them to line up? Here’s a fucking newsflash for all these ladies and Black himself: this title is MY TITLE. It’s not up for grabs UNLESS I SAY SO. It’s not on the line UNLESS I SAY SO. It’s not up to anyone but me. I made this belt by my own blood, sweat, and tears. I made this belt by being the best damn competitor in this fucking game. I made this belt by destroying all of the Barbie dolls that have been in my way. I made this belt by tearing flesh and breaking bones. At XIII, these little girls think they can challenge me for my belt just because some man said my belt was on the line?”
“Even if you did have the right to declare my title on the line, does anyone really think these girls are a challenge? Are people out there thinking that I’m going to be at risk when some dickhead who talks out of his ass says this match is a ‘Women’s Title Match’? Well, I’m not. There’s no risk to me, because I’m looking at a list of fuck ups, failures, has-beens, and never-was bitches. I’m not sweating this match, but I’ll tell you something important: when I win, I own the fucking soul of this place. When Action Wrestling throws ten challengers in my way and I waltz through them like this shit was a cake walk, it’s even more clear than it already was that this whole fucking company is in the palm of my hand and that I’m the fucking queen of this goddamned shit mountain. But look, I don’t expect some out of touch cocksmiths in the executive suites to understand how the game works. I don’t expect those tube steaks in suits to get it.
“I hate to break it to those dick swinging higher ups, but this isn’t going to be pretty. It’s not going to be feminine. It’s not going to give you your little T and A ratings bump. I am going to hurt people, and I will be an adult among children. I’m not going to stand idly by and just let this company infantilize me. I am Spayde Fucking Martinez, and I am the WOMEN’S CHAMPION! I refuse to be the final girl. Nope. Fuck that. At XIII, I’ll be the last woman standing.”