Post by Addy A on Nov 8, 2020 19:04:23 GMT -5
"Debuts can be a fuckin' hard thing ta care of, Oni."
Adelaide Ainsworth sits on the edge of her clawfooted porcelain bathtub that acts as centrepiece to her elegant bathroom. She is tending to the wounds she has received in her recent weeks of hellacious battles against some of the most violent and fearsome opponents in all the industry, let alone Alpha Pro Wrestling.
"They ain't just hard fah ya, tryin' ta make an impression on a new audience an' shit. Tryin' ta prove ya be a tough dog in tha new yard. Doin' enough that tha biggest dog in tha yard sits up an' takes notice, but not so much that he see ya as a threat ta tha fuckin; kingdom... just yet. That's what makes makin' ya debut so tough - get it fuckin' right an' people start talking big things an' comparin' ya ta likes'a LeBron James an' Carmelo Anthony... get it fuckin' wrong an' well ya Darko Milicic."
Addy finishes wrapping a wound on her right forearm.
"Catch fuckin' Twenty-Two. A footnote in tha annals;a history, all but forgotten but that hardest'a tha hardcore fans."
She stands, looking at herself in tha mirror, examining the bruising that is slowly fading from purple to yellow. She considers the liberal application of makeup to hide the blemish, but decides against it. The scars of war should be worn with pride.
"On tha fuckin' flipside, Oni. When ya facin' a debutant, it's just as hard fah me as it fah ya. Think 'bout it, just fah a second, right. What da I have ta gain from a match like this? I ain't got nothin' ta put me over tha top. I win - the murmurs'a tha audience are somethin' along tha lines well she only beat tha new girl. If I lose, well fuck, me reputation takes a big fucki' hit ain' it? She couldn't be that chick on debut. She just doesn't have it. Addy is overrated. Fuck, I'm pretty sure ya got enough fuckin' brain cells in ya head ta imagine tha fuckin' rhetoric I'd endure. It'd be like all the bullshit tha Red and tha Blue spout at each other at Election time. Just pure garbage, right."
Addy smirks.
"Fah ya, Oni. It's all win-win."
"Fah me, it's all lose-lose."
"But lemme tell ya something, girlie. Ya debut, it ain't really 'bout winnin' or fuckin' losin'. It's 'bout makin' an impact an' leavin' a god damn lastin' impression on everyone'a them punters out there. Take me wrestlin' debut in a fed a little over a year ago. I fucked shit up. I leave a dweeb with cigarette burns on 'is eyeball an' I left tha companies dominate champion on her back - just tah make me fuckin point. Next week, in me wrestlin' debut I damn near killed tha bitch when I tried ta drive a claw 'ammer through her skull"
"I lost."
"But ta this fuckin' day every single cunt out there knows just who tha fuck Addy A is."
"Have ya got those sorrta balls, Oni? I ain't know. I ain't seen ya wrestle, shit I ain't seen ya in a youtube fuckin catfight. I can read tha bio tha Alpha Pro internet ners throw up on tha website - but what tha fuck that gonna tell me? Ya like ta play dressed up. Ya gotta a few favourite moves. Ya choice in theme music is pretty fuckin' shite."
"It ain't tell me 'bout ya."
"Shit, on paper, look at the fuckin' stats, our respective fightin' history. On paper, I got ya covered every day'a tha fuckin' week an' twice when me cunt's dribblin' blood down tha inside'a me thigh. But if fight's were won on paper, Jason Ryan woulda never been World fuckin' Champion, would he?"
Addy opens her mouth and plays with a loose tooth.
"I ain't give two fuckin' shits 'bout much, Oni. But, in that ring, no matter how much'a cunt or how second rate I think me opponents are. I know well enough that I gotta go hard than Donald Trump in a brothel ta make sure I put cunts down, else dumb shit happens."
"So, Oni? Can you make an Impact?"
Adelaide Ainsworth sits on the edge of her clawfooted porcelain bathtub that acts as centrepiece to her elegant bathroom. She is tending to the wounds she has received in her recent weeks of hellacious battles against some of the most violent and fearsome opponents in all the industry, let alone Alpha Pro Wrestling.
"They ain't just hard fah ya, tryin' ta make an impression on a new audience an' shit. Tryin' ta prove ya be a tough dog in tha new yard. Doin' enough that tha biggest dog in tha yard sits up an' takes notice, but not so much that he see ya as a threat ta tha fuckin; kingdom... just yet. That's what makes makin' ya debut so tough - get it fuckin' right an' people start talking big things an' comparin' ya ta likes'a LeBron James an' Carmelo Anthony... get it fuckin' wrong an' well ya Darko Milicic."
Addy finishes wrapping a wound on her right forearm.
"Catch fuckin' Twenty-Two. A footnote in tha annals;a history, all but forgotten but that hardest'a tha hardcore fans."
She stands, looking at herself in tha mirror, examining the bruising that is slowly fading from purple to yellow. She considers the liberal application of makeup to hide the blemish, but decides against it. The scars of war should be worn with pride.
"On tha fuckin' flipside, Oni. When ya facin' a debutant, it's just as hard fah me as it fah ya. Think 'bout it, just fah a second, right. What da I have ta gain from a match like this? I ain't got nothin' ta put me over tha top. I win - the murmurs'a tha audience are somethin' along tha lines well she only beat tha new girl. If I lose, well fuck, me reputation takes a big fucki' hit ain' it? She couldn't be that chick on debut. She just doesn't have it. Addy is overrated. Fuck, I'm pretty sure ya got enough fuckin' brain cells in ya head ta imagine tha fuckin' rhetoric I'd endure. It'd be like all the bullshit tha Red and tha Blue spout at each other at Election time. Just pure garbage, right."
Addy smirks.
"Fah ya, Oni. It's all win-win."
"Fah me, it's all lose-lose."
"But lemme tell ya something, girlie. Ya debut, it ain't really 'bout winnin' or fuckin' losin'. It's 'bout makin' an impact an' leavin' a god damn lastin' impression on everyone'a them punters out there. Take me wrestlin' debut in a fed a little over a year ago. I fucked shit up. I leave a dweeb with cigarette burns on 'is eyeball an' I left tha companies dominate champion on her back - just tah make me fuckin point. Next week, in me wrestlin' debut I damn near killed tha bitch when I tried ta drive a claw 'ammer through her skull"
"I lost."
"But ta this fuckin' day every single cunt out there knows just who tha fuck Addy A is."
"Have ya got those sorrta balls, Oni? I ain't know. I ain't seen ya wrestle, shit I ain't seen ya in a youtube fuckin catfight. I can read tha bio tha Alpha Pro internet ners throw up on tha website - but what tha fuck that gonna tell me? Ya like ta play dressed up. Ya gotta a few favourite moves. Ya choice in theme music is pretty fuckin' shite."
"It ain't tell me 'bout ya."
"Shit, on paper, look at the fuckin' stats, our respective fightin' history. On paper, I got ya covered every day'a tha fuckin' week an' twice when me cunt's dribblin' blood down tha inside'a me thigh. But if fight's were won on paper, Jason Ryan woulda never been World fuckin' Champion, would he?"
Addy opens her mouth and plays with a loose tooth.
"I ain't give two fuckin' shits 'bout much, Oni. But, in that ring, no matter how much'a cunt or how second rate I think me opponents are. I know well enough that I gotta go hard than Donald Trump in a brothel ta make sure I put cunts down, else dumb shit happens."
"So, Oni? Can you make an Impact?"
