Post by asphyxia on May 27, 2022 17:35:36 GMT -5
With a cute and excited clap, a red-headed woman holding onto a legal yellow writing pad giggled as The Transglobal Spectacle approached her. Maybe she was a publicist. Maybe she was just there for shits and giggles. But nevertheless…she was there and she looked happy in that little pub down the street from where Adrenaline was taking place. The clicks of her stilettos against the floor almost seemed more venomous than the graceful movements of Aaron’s body as she pushed open the door of the little pub and let it slam behind her with vindiction. Despite her extremely short legs, Aaron moved fast, and it was all that the woman could do to keep up with her.
“I dunno, Melinda. Probably could have been better.” Aaron replied; like The Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony, she bashed into people as she walked forward, not really giving two shits who knocked into her. The Irish people that were present seemed overly annoyed, but it wasn’t like she cared. “Not like I’ve done this often lately.”
“It was snarky, it was vindictive…everything you’ve never been in your career.” The woman named Melinda applauded slightly. They stood at the crosswalk, and Aaron watched cars as they passed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Melinda hesitated, biting her lip as she looked down at the colorful wrestler.
“What?” Aaron sighed, looking up at her expectantly.
“It’s just that the name of the show…”
Aaron turned her head.
“I may have gotten it wrong…”
“Gotten it wrong?”
“It’s Adrenaline…I was reading an article on results for Next Level and I–you said it right the first time, but the second…”
Aaron’s nostrils flared. She turned her head even more, her eyelash extension-d eyes narrowing. “Adrenaline? You had the fucking notes in front of you!”
“I mean, it’s an A name…”
Aaron stared at her. The light turned from a red arrow to a green arrow on the opposite perpendicular road. Melinda slowly smiled, albeit a little guiltily. The Transglobal Spectacle narrowed her eyes and then tch’d, gnashing her teeth together and stomping forward, her heels hitting the ground harder as she crossed the street. “That’s great. Now I’ve gotta refute that first. Thanks for your fuckin’ help. What the fuck do I pay your for?”
Melinda stood, watching her client leave. She sighed. It was the first screw up of probably many – she knew she should probably get her act together. It was only her first week, right?
Right?
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking this dipshit chick, despite all the shit she claimed back on Adrenaline III, couldn’t even get the name of the show right. And you know what? Sure. I’ll take that with a slap on my wrist. That’ll be the first foray into Infinite Pro, but at least it’s fuckin’ memorable. Unlike every single one of you with your bullshit that you’ve got swinging from the rafters on a daily basis. Honestly, I didn’t watch the rest of Adrenaline III. I don’t know your ins, your outs, your drama and your problems.
None of it really matters to me.
I’m not here for the shits and giggles of making friends and fighting enemies. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t particularly have any need for a friend, nor do I want one. Jump on my back all you like, this business is vicious. Yeah. I’ve been wrestling since I was thirteen – it’s a long story and maybe one day, I’ll get into it, but nevertheless…here I am. I’ve been there. I’ve done that. But now? Now I have a so-called burden of proof to prove that twenty years in the business doesn’t mean that you’re a wash out…it means you’re fuckin’ skilled. You’re an icon. You’re sought after.
Where best to do that? If you guessed Infinite Pro, you’re so, so smart. Good job! Have a cookie.
So on Adrenaline IV, I not only have my first match in the company, but it’s against Johnny Five. I love people that attribute a number to their name…super original, much wow. Twenty-three years old and has no accomplishments to his name. Totally understand, this is where you’ve come to make a stand that you’re not just the paid grifter in someone else’s story. You’re trying to capitalize where you’ve never had a chance, and that’s perhaps admirable…but not going to happen here.
You won the first week against Aren Msti…whatever. Admirable. Enjoyable to see actually. You guys had a completely back and forth match, but I’m a different story. See, my numerical adversary, it’s not only about the fact that I’ve been around a while. It’s the fact that you’re five-six and some hundred pounds heavier. I will run fuckin’ circles around you, and you won’t know what the fuck hits you. I’ve taken down bigger, stronger, better than you, and I’ve done it without blinking an eye.
Not to toot my own horn, but that’s just how it is.
When it comes to our match at Adrenaline, Johnny, you’re going to wish you had fucked off to stream on Twitch. It’d be more admirable and lucrative for you because by the time our match is over, you’re going to have a broken jaw from where the heel of my foot impacts it over and over again. Not only that, I’m going to ensure that your head doesn’t bounce into the mat when I go for the Superstylistic – it’s going to imprint into it.
This isn’t just me coming back into the fray like some tired old veteran story. This is me reminding everyone that the person you think you forgot is just waiting in the wings to take everything back into their own hands. I know it. You know it. We all know it – I’d say sorry, but I’m absolutely fuckin’ not. I’ll be delivering you your first loss, and at the end of it all…you’ll have learned a valuable lesson.
Get wrecked, bruh.
“I dunno, Melinda. Probably could have been better.” Aaron replied; like The Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony, she bashed into people as she walked forward, not really giving two shits who knocked into her. The Irish people that were present seemed overly annoyed, but it wasn’t like she cared. “Not like I’ve done this often lately.”
“It was snarky, it was vindictive…everything you’ve never been in your career.” The woman named Melinda applauded slightly. They stood at the crosswalk, and Aaron watched cars as they passed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Melinda hesitated, biting her lip as she looked down at the colorful wrestler.
“What?” Aaron sighed, looking up at her expectantly.
“It’s just that the name of the show…”
Aaron turned her head.
“I may have gotten it wrong…”
“Gotten it wrong?”
“It’s Adrenaline…I was reading an article on results for Next Level and I–you said it right the first time, but the second…”
Aaron’s nostrils flared. She turned her head even more, her eyelash extension-d eyes narrowing. “Adrenaline? You had the fucking notes in front of you!”
“I mean, it’s an A name…”
Aaron stared at her. The light turned from a red arrow to a green arrow on the opposite perpendicular road. Melinda slowly smiled, albeit a little guiltily. The Transglobal Spectacle narrowed her eyes and then tch’d, gnashing her teeth together and stomping forward, her heels hitting the ground harder as she crossed the street. “That’s great. Now I’ve gotta refute that first. Thanks for your fuckin’ help. What the fuck do I pay your for?”
Melinda stood, watching her client leave. She sighed. It was the first screw up of probably many – she knew she should probably get her act together. It was only her first week, right?
Right?
✭✭✭✭✭
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking this dipshit chick, despite all the shit she claimed back on Adrenaline III, couldn’t even get the name of the show right. And you know what? Sure. I’ll take that with a slap on my wrist. That’ll be the first foray into Infinite Pro, but at least it’s fuckin’ memorable. Unlike every single one of you with your bullshit that you’ve got swinging from the rafters on a daily basis. Honestly, I didn’t watch the rest of Adrenaline III. I don’t know your ins, your outs, your drama and your problems.
None of it really matters to me.
I’m not here for the shits and giggles of making friends and fighting enemies. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t particularly have any need for a friend, nor do I want one. Jump on my back all you like, this business is vicious. Yeah. I’ve been wrestling since I was thirteen – it’s a long story and maybe one day, I’ll get into it, but nevertheless…here I am. I’ve been there. I’ve done that. But now? Now I have a so-called burden of proof to prove that twenty years in the business doesn’t mean that you’re a wash out…it means you’re fuckin’ skilled. You’re an icon. You’re sought after.
Where best to do that? If you guessed Infinite Pro, you’re so, so smart. Good job! Have a cookie.
So on Adrenaline IV, I not only have my first match in the company, but it’s against Johnny Five. I love people that attribute a number to their name…super original, much wow. Twenty-three years old and has no accomplishments to his name. Totally understand, this is where you’ve come to make a stand that you’re not just the paid grifter in someone else’s story. You’re trying to capitalize where you’ve never had a chance, and that’s perhaps admirable…but not going to happen here.
You won the first week against Aren Msti…whatever. Admirable. Enjoyable to see actually. You guys had a completely back and forth match, but I’m a different story. See, my numerical adversary, it’s not only about the fact that I’ve been around a while. It’s the fact that you’re five-six and some hundred pounds heavier. I will run fuckin’ circles around you, and you won’t know what the fuck hits you. I’ve taken down bigger, stronger, better than you, and I’ve done it without blinking an eye.
Not to toot my own horn, but that’s just how it is.
When it comes to our match at Adrenaline, Johnny, you’re going to wish you had fucked off to stream on Twitch. It’d be more admirable and lucrative for you because by the time our match is over, you’re going to have a broken jaw from where the heel of my foot impacts it over and over again. Not only that, I’m going to ensure that your head doesn’t bounce into the mat when I go for the Superstylistic – it’s going to imprint into it.
This isn’t just me coming back into the fray like some tired old veteran story. This is me reminding everyone that the person you think you forgot is just waiting in the wings to take everything back into their own hands. I know it. You know it. We all know it – I’d say sorry, but I’m absolutely fuckin’ not. I’ll be delivering you your first loss, and at the end of it all…you’ll have learned a valuable lesson.
Get wrecked, bruh.
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