Post by GC on Oct 21, 2019 19:48:39 GMT -5
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Headline: Bullshit Luck
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: October 20, 2019 - 10:10 AM EST
Headline: Bullshit Luck
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: October 20, 2019 - 10:10 AM EST
How in the ever-living FUCK did Evanescence get to be popular?
You have a woman who has one hell of a talent. Undeniable, would walk up and smack the hell out of you for being oblivious to it. But talent, although infinite, only can take you so far… As time continued, the flower continued to bloom and show it’s true colors. Self-absorbed and silver-tongued as her relationship with another famous singer unraveled, continuing her fifteen minutes of fame with a quip turned into a melody. After the public was done with the bit of titillation everyone gets about relationship drama, it was really so poetic when it was undone by the fact that the person who had a voice that evoked emotions…
…would turn out to be Cher Horowitz after going to Hot Topic.
Not so different than our current Trinity World Champion. Lightning struck twice for you, young lady… And to get down to the point, I’m pretty sore about it. I had you choked the fuck out, Abbi. I watched the footage again, and your eyes were as rolled back as Madman Szalinski after Bill Cosby-ing himself with Quaaludes. Then Snow, who somehow is getting a match against our jailbird of a Television Champion, broke the pin up and saved your Clueless ass.
But, then it dawned on me…
You knew I was a threat before I slapped that sweet Deathtrap on you.
You all knew I was the biggest threat to any of you walking out of that building with the World Championship around your waist.
Now, Management thinks that I’m going to let some special prize appease me into working with our Television Champion’s cell-mate and the woman who stole that ducat out from under me.
Management is toying with all of us, ladies.
They are toying with you, Addy. They think that because you and I both hate Madwoman, that we’ll work together somehow if it means we may get shots at our respective rivals if we win this match. They think I would work with the girl who’s Halloween costume might as well be a piñata. Everyone has hit that shit. Bust it open, and you’ll have crabs, meth needles, a dime bag of weed, her ratty-ass wig, stage 2 syphilis, and bed bugs. I wouldn’t hit you even if I was wearing a Hazmat suit, so what makes them think I’m willing to tag you?
And you, Miss Top-of-the-Mountain? You’re hoping I would bite at one of those special prizes, thinking my desire for the spot you do not deserve is just a lust for anything shiny. But that’s where you’re wrong. You have exactly what I want, Abbi.
I’m not one of these weak people who worship instant gratification over total gratification. I don’t pass up opportunities, but I have to play this smart since you’re in my corner. You can put me in a contendership match, regardless of the stipulations, and that’s legit rank. But to give not just me a random prize for showing up and winning this match, but you as well? Why in God’s name would I put you in such a position? You’ve already got the top prize in Trinity Wrestling, girl! If we were to win the match, I have to hope that I may get the opportunity? To crush you with no one else to stop me? To stop your title reign, and take what was rightfully mine the moment I walked into this company?
Why should I let you continue to garner fame at the cost of my name, Abbi?
The first time you and I were opponents, time saved you from me. The second time we were opponents, Thomas Snow saved you from me.
There will not be a third time for you to be saved the next time we face off. And if Trinity Management thinks I’m going to take anything less than you and me for the Championship, one-on-one? They will find out, as I’ve warned you, us Cincinnati boys are crazy… I'm not playing your games, Management. I'm pulling the strings now, even if you don't think I am...
Miles, KPN, and that Terry Crews stunt-double? They might get some prizes…
…or I may find one of them, knock their sorry ass out, and dump 'em off on Livingston. The ghetto of Columbus can get real scary late at night, would likely get shanked for cash...