Post by Spayde Martinez on Feb 14, 2021 23:39:58 GMT -5
Fade in.
Fade to black.
“So I win the real fucking title, scare Lissie Hope so bad
that she gives away the other title I built instead of dare face
me again, and demolish VOID so thoroughly that he
took a nap in the middle of the ring, and the
prize for me in all of that is a tag team match
with the inbred southern belle that can’t
help herself, let alone a fucking partner? That’s
it?! That’s all I get?! Alright, D-Day. Message
received. Point delivered. It’s time for me to turn up
the intensity. Turn up the destruction. Turn up
the violence. If this company really wants to
watch me destroy the CruierClash roster, who
the hell am I to deny their wishes? But make no
mistake, I’m not counting on the assistance of
this worthless pile of shit who is supposedly my
teammate in this match anymore than I’m counting
on VOID or Sara Pettis to have the intelligence to
not show up. No, unfortunately for the two of them,
they each just insist upon discovering the hard way
that neither one of their asses is in my fucking
league. It’s shame really when incompetents
fail to grasp their own limits and can’t understand
their station or stay in their fucking lane.
You know what happens when someone drives outside
of their lane though, don’t you? It’s usually a terrible
tragedy, a pile up of dozens of cars, little kids who
never get to grow up, even more young ones left
to grow up without mommies or daddies, families
struggling with medical debt until eventually they
just can’t take it and someone snaps. Call that a
slippery slope if you want, but I’ll just call it
a premonition. When Sara Pettis steps into that
ring at CruiserClash, she will IMMEDIATELY
be out of her depth and will IMMEDIATELY
discover that her recent hot steak has just been
an artificial bubble waiting to burst. When VOID
finds himself in the same ring as me again, he won’t
be able to escape with a flick of the lights. Both of
these supposed challengers to my title are up shit creek
this week for sure and whenever they have to face
me for the title, it only gets worse. I am not a
fucking dance partner. I’m a vicious opponent sent
like a hound from hell to drag you kicking and screaming
back to right where you belong: the bottom of the
cruiserweight ladder and at the back of the fucking
line. But the question stands here: which one of you
supposed challengers wants to step up to get
knocked down, first? Is it gonna be Sara in a desperate
bid to see her husband again or will it be VOID trying to
find that same lightswitch from last week again? I wish I
could say that it fucking matters who steps up first,
but I’m not too big on lying. No matter which one of you
who attempts to make the most of their Cruiserweight
Title challenger status, the match ends the same way…
AND STILL!
CRUISERWEIGHT!
CHAMPION!
SPAYDE!
MARRRRRRRRRTINEZZZZZZZZ!
that she gives away the other title I built instead of dare face
me again, and demolish VOID so thoroughly that he
took a nap in the middle of the ring, and the
prize for me in all of that is a tag team match
with the inbred southern belle that can’t
help herself, let alone a fucking partner? That’s
it?! That’s all I get?! Alright, D-Day. Message
received. Point delivered. It’s time for me to turn up
the intensity. Turn up the destruction. Turn up
the violence. If this company really wants to
watch me destroy the CruierClash roster, who
the hell am I to deny their wishes? But make no
mistake, I’m not counting on the assistance of
this worthless pile of shit who is supposedly my
teammate in this match anymore than I’m counting
on VOID or Sara Pettis to have the intelligence to
not show up. No, unfortunately for the two of them,
they each just insist upon discovering the hard way
that neither one of their asses is in my fucking
league. It’s shame really when incompetents
fail to grasp their own limits and can’t understand
their station or stay in their fucking lane.
You know what happens when someone drives outside
of their lane though, don’t you? It’s usually a terrible
tragedy, a pile up of dozens of cars, little kids who
never get to grow up, even more young ones left
to grow up without mommies or daddies, families
struggling with medical debt until eventually they
just can’t take it and someone snaps. Call that a
slippery slope if you want, but I’ll just call it
a premonition. When Sara Pettis steps into that
ring at CruiserClash, she will IMMEDIATELY
be out of her depth and will IMMEDIATELY
discover that her recent hot steak has just been
an artificial bubble waiting to burst. When VOID
finds himself in the same ring as me again, he won’t
be able to escape with a flick of the lights. Both of
these supposed challengers to my title are up shit creek
this week for sure and whenever they have to face
me for the title, it only gets worse. I am not a
fucking dance partner. I’m a vicious opponent sent
like a hound from hell to drag you kicking and screaming
back to right where you belong: the bottom of the
cruiserweight ladder and at the back of the fucking
line. But the question stands here: which one of you
supposed challengers wants to step up to get
knocked down, first? Is it gonna be Sara in a desperate
bid to see her husband again or will it be VOID trying to
find that same lightswitch from last week again? I wish I
could say that it fucking matters who steps up first,
but I’m not too big on lying. No matter which one of you
who attempts to make the most of their Cruiserweight
Title challenger status, the match ends the same way…
AND STILL!
CRUISERWEIGHT!
CHAMPION!
SPAYDE!
MARRRRRRRRRTINEZZZZZZZZ!
Fade to black.