Post by Karlie Nash on Apr 3, 2021 2:39:44 GMT -5
Nashville Tennessee.
Karlie steps through the arrival gate and is greeted by her dad, they exit the airport, and head towards the house.
Vincent: How are you doing?.
Karlie: I’m fine dad.
Vincent: You had a rough night at timebomb,huh.
Karlie: Most embarrassing match of my career, but the problem is Jim Mud can do whatever the fuck he wants without without any repercussions, he can bury every wrestler on Cruiserclash, but we can’t do anything about it he’s fucking untouchable.
Vincent: I see.
Karlie and Vincent pull into the driveway, they exit the car and enter the house. Karlie takes her bags to her room, then returns to the living room.
Tracy: So what’s the purpose of this tag team match this week.
Karlie: The fuck if I know, but I suspect to going to be another Jim Mud attempt to bury those three losers, Spayde, Minka, and Regan.
Tracy: You need to win this match this week.
Karlie: I’d rather take a dive and lose on purpose, than to give Spayde Martinez another undeserved win. Why should I care about a meaningless tag team match with nothing on the line.
Vincent: Maybe you get a future title match.
Karlie laughs.
Karlie: I don’t think so dad, they would probably hand another one to Martinez before they would ever give me one.
Tracy: That wouldn’t surprise me at all.
Vincent: Will I guess you just have to take matters into your own hands then.
Karlie: I like that idea dad.
Karlie looks at her watch.
Karlie: I just remembered I have something to do.
Sometime later.
Karlie is walking the streets on Nashville, walking past the Grand ole Opry
Country music sucks.
She turns the corner then crosses the street.
The world must really hate me, for everything I’ve done to get where I am, the sacrifices I’ve made, for some people it just isn’t good enough.
Karlie turns another corner.
Or maybe people are just stupid.
It’s fucking bad enough that I had to endure all the crap at Timebomb, and put myself through all that embarrassment, only to find out that I booked into a meaningless tag team main event this week on Cruiserclash. Maybe what they needed was a true main event star in the main event, something my opponents and my partner definitely isn’t.
Karlie again crosses the street.
Minka, okay yeah, you’ve won a few matches and somehow your the number one contender for the cruiserweight title, that’s just what we need as number one contender, a failed reality show bimbo, who think she’s the next big fucking thing in wrestling, Minka you need a fucking reality check on what this business is really like, it eats dumb bimbo’s like you alive, you’ve beaten no one, Minka, and the only fans you have are the teens boys who yank themselves whenever your on screen.To think this company has put faith in you to be number one contender, and as a possible cruiser just proves how dumb management has gotten around here. This week Minka, you step into the ring with a seasoned professional wrestler, someone who is better than the scrubs you’ve been fed so far, you can’t outfox me, you can’t out wrestle me, I’m at a level you will never reach.
Regan, so you're that next flavor of the month, well the last thing Cruiserclash needs is some antisocial spoiled rich bitch vegan as our champion, your champion because JIm Mud decided to screw Spayde over, you’ll promptly fail when the competition gets to tough for you to handle.
Spayde, let me make something clear, I hate your fucking guts, but somehow I have to carry you through this tag team match this week, but don’ worry I won't hold back against Minka and Regan, like I did our match at Execution, I bet you didn’t know that huh, that I was told to hold back to make you look strong, lets face the facts Spayde had I went full force I’d have beaten you in five minutes, so follow my lead and keep you mouth shut, Okay. Good.
Karlie steps through the arrival gate and is greeted by her dad, they exit the airport, and head towards the house.
Vincent: How are you doing?.
Karlie: I’m fine dad.
Vincent: You had a rough night at timebomb,huh.
Karlie: Most embarrassing match of my career, but the problem is Jim Mud can do whatever the fuck he wants without without any repercussions, he can bury every wrestler on Cruiserclash, but we can’t do anything about it he’s fucking untouchable.
Vincent: I see.
Karlie and Vincent pull into the driveway, they exit the car and enter the house. Karlie takes her bags to her room, then returns to the living room.
Tracy: So what’s the purpose of this tag team match this week.
Karlie: The fuck if I know, but I suspect to going to be another Jim Mud attempt to bury those three losers, Spayde, Minka, and Regan.
Tracy: You need to win this match this week.
Karlie: I’d rather take a dive and lose on purpose, than to give Spayde Martinez another undeserved win. Why should I care about a meaningless tag team match with nothing on the line.
Vincent: Maybe you get a future title match.
Karlie laughs.
Karlie: I don’t think so dad, they would probably hand another one to Martinez before they would ever give me one.
Tracy: That wouldn’t surprise me at all.
Vincent: Will I guess you just have to take matters into your own hands then.
Karlie: I like that idea dad.
Karlie looks at her watch.
Karlie: I just remembered I have something to do.
Sometime later.
Karlie is walking the streets on Nashville, walking past the Grand ole Opry
Country music sucks.
She turns the corner then crosses the street.
The world must really hate me, for everything I’ve done to get where I am, the sacrifices I’ve made, for some people it just isn’t good enough.
Karlie turns another corner.
Or maybe people are just stupid.
It’s fucking bad enough that I had to endure all the crap at Timebomb, and put myself through all that embarrassment, only to find out that I booked into a meaningless tag team main event this week on Cruiserclash. Maybe what they needed was a true main event star in the main event, something my opponents and my partner definitely isn’t.
Karlie again crosses the street.
Minka, okay yeah, you’ve won a few matches and somehow your the number one contender for the cruiserweight title, that’s just what we need as number one contender, a failed reality show bimbo, who think she’s the next big fucking thing in wrestling, Minka you need a fucking reality check on what this business is really like, it eats dumb bimbo’s like you alive, you’ve beaten no one, Minka, and the only fans you have are the teens boys who yank themselves whenever your on screen.To think this company has put faith in you to be number one contender, and as a possible cruiser just proves how dumb management has gotten around here. This week Minka, you step into the ring with a seasoned professional wrestler, someone who is better than the scrubs you’ve been fed so far, you can’t outfox me, you can’t out wrestle me, I’m at a level you will never reach.
Regan, so you're that next flavor of the month, well the last thing Cruiserclash needs is some antisocial spoiled rich bitch vegan as our champion, your champion because JIm Mud decided to screw Spayde over, you’ll promptly fail when the competition gets to tough for you to handle.
Spayde, let me make something clear, I hate your fucking guts, but somehow I have to carry you through this tag team match this week, but don’ worry I won't hold back against Minka and Regan, like I did our match at Execution, I bet you didn’t know that huh, that I was told to hold back to make you look strong, lets face the facts Spayde had I went full force I’d have beaten you in five minutes, so follow my lead and keep you mouth shut, Okay. Good.