Post by GC on Sept 16, 2019 17:58:12 GMT -5
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Headline: Another Pinkslip Coming!
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: September 16, 2019 - 06:11 PM EST
Headline: Another Pinkslip Coming!
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: September 16, 2019 - 06:11 PM EST
So far, my calling card in Trinity has been sending their underperforming talents to the unemployment line. In my first match against the House of Kandi, I sent four people packing. Two weeks later, I sent the truthfully Lukewarm 'Hell on Heels' of Brittani home.
Five pink slips, one month. I guess we can call me the founding member of the Pinkslip Club, huh?
But that's all I seem to be as of late in the match structure. I come in, and find out their giving me the cannon fodder. I don't know if the brass is trying to save their top talents from me because they know I'll mow them down, or because they like having me squash out the people who they realize they made the mistake of inking down to a contract.
If that means I get to crack a skull or two, then fine. Again, Trinity management, I'm here to compete. But you're only going to get to hide your top guys for so long from me. You know I'm a real threat. And that's good, because you realize what I can offer you.
But the real question is, did management make effort to give me the opportunity to snuff out two problems in one night?
For those who weren't paying attention when I came in, I dropped one specific name. When I dropped that name, I said I had plenty of words for that person. And although she isn't my opponent, she's booked on Sin this week.
When I dropped your name, Kitty? It ain't no grab at making a name off of you; my name was something before you stepped on the scene. Quit perpin'. And, calling me abhorrent? Associations can cause you to have unexpected repercussions, and you're trying to preach to me about abhorrence?
You're a hypocrite.
I will deliver those repercussions, that's a flat-out guarantee. The question for you? It is when.
And the second problem? The entrance of my supposed 'niece', Madwoman Szalinski.
First of all, this bitch is fake. I took a career hit for her and her 'nephew' who have been parading around using my best friend's namesake back in Florida. I take the use of his legacy personally, because the man has been dead for a bit and these two goose-steppers walk in and try to use what he was to get themselves some quick, cheap recognition. And then they try to associate themselves to me? I got hit with associational guilt due to them.
So, for all of you people claiming that I've been riding coattails all of my career? This is proof of you're being incorrect, because it's beyond clear the shoe is on the other foot! When Madman, Ariel and I formed the Shoot Kings back when, we were all equally at the top of our game in our respective divisions. I was basically the uncrowned World Champion after getting screwed, and he and Ariel got buried by politics. If we want to keep score, it was me who pulled them both back up.
Then you all claimed I was riding his coattails until he started going downhill...
But like I said, my best friend is dead and I'm back on my own. I don't need all of these parasites who keep coming in thinking they can attach themselves onto me.
I worked way too hard to get back where I am now, and I'm not going to let anyone just jump onto my bandwagon.
Let me put this in a way that will make sense to Madwoman... You claim to be blood? You think you're Crew?
BEGONE THOT! THAT'S MY PURSE! I DON'T KNOW YOU!
You claim to be Jeremy's sister. You claim that Madman II is his son. Those two statements are lies, and here is why: Jeremy was sterile, so he couldn't have a kid. I knew Jeremy's family background, you were never even mentioned.
So, although I'm glad that two people were fans of his work so much that they wanted to honor him and take up his gimmick. But there is only one Madman Szalinski, and the only person who was meant to be Madwoman Szalinski was Molly Cyrus. Well, until Ariel thought chopping her throat in during a bar fight was a good idea...
The reason I came out during the battle royal was to see what kind of competitor you were. I will admit, I am slightly impressed. You've got a TV Title shot. Good luck, because I plan on exposing you further. Want to claim you're blood? Be a good 'niece', and win that belt. It would be such a delight if you had that nice little ducat for me to take from you.
And I never claimed to be a good 'uncle', either.
But getting back to my business as Trinity Wrestling's Human Resources department, they've handed me a sixth name to process a termination for. And boy, is it one that should've been done way before now if you ask me. But, I'm only carrying out the will of management. Poor Nightshade's face is going to be gone after I unload the Avondale Experience on him...
What gets me about this guy is that he uses the name of a poisonous plant, but his ability to actually incapacitate anyone in Trinity has been proven to be...impotent. Plants go bad, he's old product and it ain't giving me that 'ooh-aah' sensation that some of the talent in Trinity does.
As much shit as I give Lex Collins backstage, that dude busted his ass to get that World Title. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the contest between he and Snow.
Wait a minute... Aren't tomatoes related to the nightshade plant? And tomatoes aren't poisonous. Are you sure we shouldn't be calling you Tomato with how your performance has been in Trinity? Shouldn't we throw them at you...?
Holy Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon! It all makes sense now: You are the Fozzy Bear of wrestling! No wonder why Trinity has thrown you to face their new equivalent to an exit interview...
As a fan; if I wasn't allowed to throw old, rotten vegetables at this guy, I'd go take a piss break. And for that, I'm not a happy camper. I don't see the fire in this guy's eyes, but he keeps spouting at the mouth about missing the challenges of the fights held in ancient Rome. You want that Russell Crowe 'Gladiator' type of match?
Bet. All you had to do was ask.
You claim to be here to purify the sport, but all I've seem is another supernatural gimmick with a name that has no relevance. You're another random dude who has obviously watched The Crow way too many damn times, and decided to use his Halloween costume as their gimmick.
You're basically a Twilight vampire: You're unoriginal, you're boring, and you may as well sparkle when sunlight hits you. Everyone hated Twilight then, we hate it now, and the only thing you're purifying is yourself out of the damn talent roster.
And that is a situation that is beyond perfect; I'm not here to be a weak person like you. I would rather die than be even remotely close to the level of mediocre you have presented.
You've asked for a battle, Nightshade, and now you've got it. You saw me shrug off weak hits from an entire team, and you saw me dump the next one on their head. Are you truly sure you want to experience what I have planned for you?
I'm doubtful...
You know that dark portelette you use to record your promos? Use your little fog trick to disappear back into it, have it loaded up into a truck and have it drop you off in another promotion that may be dumb enough to think you're a hot commodity. Don't even show up for the match. I'll mail you your termination papers; save us both the trouble, if you would be a dear? I have much bigger targets to shoot down in comparison to you.
But if you really want to see the kind of competition you'll get from The Notorious 513... If you really want the shoot so badly...
...then you'll get it.
ALL OF IT...