Post by Amelia Hearts on Jan 24, 2021 12:25:13 GMT -5
Amelia Hearts walks into her apartment and tosses her bag aside after a much longer trip to Miami than she was expecting. She plops down into a chair and tears open an interesting looking letter from the mail.
With an angry sigh, Amelia crumples the note into a tight ball and tosses it in the general direction of the trash can.
That’s not my fuckin name…
Hearts stews in silence for a few moments before standing up and storming off.
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This tourney has been fuckin perfect.
The video begins with Amelia pacing back and forth. She’s dressed in black leggings and a faded KISS t-shirt with her long blonde hair hangs free down her back, albeit a little messy from Amy running her hands through it a handful of times.
First round, I get some payback on the shitstick who fucked me out of the Horrorcore title. Second round, Portia and I both prove that the dudes at the top of the mountain are no match for us. And finally, we got Captain Condescension and his pet leech.
I don’t even know where to begin with you clowns. Maybe Mr. Big Shot, who pitches a fit when he doesn’t get picked at recess. Or I could talk about the chick who shamelessly rides the aforementioned Big Shot’s coattails to the finals of a tournament that, despite being pegged as a tag wrestler, has no business being in.
See, you motherfuckers are in the wrong place at the wrong time, because I am royally pissed off right now. I know it’s not really news that ol’ Amy Hearts is mad, but as you probably saw, I’m a whole new shade of pissed right now. And what better place to direct my vitriol than the two delusional fucks standing across from me and my, as you’d ignorantly call her, “lacky”.
But where oh fuckin where do I begin? Let’s see, I could probably talk about how much Dragon Boy pisses me off until I’m blue in the face. And don’t get me fucking started because I just might. I mean, how the fuck is anyone supposed to take this dude seriously? He walks around with all the undeserved big dick energy in the world just because he got a couple wins over the Horrorcore champ. Now, I’ll give him this. He deserves a shot at that strap, easily more than I do. But the fact of the matter is the champ picked me to defend against. Nothing Drago or I could do about it.
But that just doesn’t sit right with you, does it, big man? You can’t handle the fact that you’re not seen as this untouchable god you think you are. You can’t fathom the idea of someone else getting the shot you think you’re so entitled to.
But thems the breaks, bro. Sometimes life isn’t fair. Sometimes things happen that piss you the fuck off. That’s when your true character shows. When you have to deal with shit that pisses you off, you put on a brave fuckin smile and kick that shit in the dick. That’s what a real man does. They don’t get on the tweet machine and bitch and moan and complain the moment people don’t scuff up their knees bowing down and sucking them off.
Amelia puts on a mocking sympathetic look.
Do you got some kind of feeling like I’m talkin down to you, bro? Good. Then you’re not as fuckin oblivious as I thought you were.
You didn’t get the shot at that Horrorcore strap. Rhodes chose me for some fuckin reason. Maybe he thinks I’m less of a threat than you, maybe he thinks I’m more of a threat. I don’t fuckin know. But what I do know is that you’ll never get a shot at the strap if you keep bitching like a baby. But if you’re as talented as you claim to be, then you’ll have no problem waiting for when I give you a shot at my championship.
And hey! Maybe if you can find someone else as stupid as Meghan to trick into willingly teaming with you, you can challenge The PA and ol’ AH for the tag titles!
Unless, of course, you get scared away when Portia and me beat your lily white ass and win those tag titles in the first place. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. Getting whooped by a couple of girls you claimed were so far beneath you, by someone you claimed was “dead weight” and someone you consider a child, I’m in my 30’s, just an FYI, big boy. It’s gonna be embarrassing. This big, “well-traveled”, wrassler’s wrassler motherfucker getting beat by some women who are still new to this shit after spending an embarassing amount of time swinging his dick as if we’re supposed to be impressed.
You don’t impress me. I’ve seen much bigger and much better than you. All you are, Drago, is a complacent old guard who thinks he’s owed everything because of where you’ve been. You think that allows you to be a condescending little prick to the real stars all in an attempt to satiate your fragile fuckin ego. But here’s the thing, dumbass. You haven’t done shit in Revo. You just walked in for this tourney and you’re probably going to walk away when you don’t get your way. All that bragging about beating Rhodes, all that whining you did when you didn’t get the title shot you arrogantly think you deserve will all be for naught when you tuck your tail between your legs and run like a little bitch.
You’ll probably claim you got better things to do. Something about being too busy to compete in Revo. That’s fine. Because everyone will know the truth. Portia and I will know the truth. You will know the truth. And that is you’re just a scared little bitch who can’t handle the slightest bit of adversity.
So please. Please prove me fuckin wrong. Get the fuck up and dust yourself off when we beat you. Come back swinging and try again.
Because that’s what a fuckin man does.
Amy still has her angry expression, but an errant smirk makes its way onto her face. She puts a hand on her hip.
Oh, and don’t think I fuckin forgot about you, Meghan. I gotta say, it’s pretty fuckin impressive, your tag team prowess. Making it to the finals of a tag tournament with a brand new partner from the one you’ve been with for-fuckin-ever.
That, or it just shows how much of a follower you are. Linking yourself to a superior talent, first with your sister and now ol’ Blue Eyes, in order to make people think you’re a much bigger deal and a much better talent than you really are. You’re like the fuckin punter getting a ring on the back of a dominant offense.
Hearts looks surprised, as if a thought just occurred to her.
Oh, by the way, don’t get it twisted, Drago. Me calling you the superior talent isn’t saying much. At all.
But Meg, I hope you don’t think I’m saying all this to discredit you or something. Nah, I’m just repeating what you said yourself. You said you’re lucky because Drago picked up the W for you in both of your previous matches. Allowing you to cruise into the next rounds without doing much- if any- of the work.
I can only imagine how you would’ve handled it if you got paired with a fellow leech like Johnny Stylez. But hey, multiverse theory or someshit.
A pained look. Like something had been gnawing at her head for a while.
But y’know, one thing that’s been sticking in my mind. I have to ask you why the fuck you think Portia is the weak link of our team when she’s picked up the pins in both of our matches? Because, like you yourself so graciously pointed out, Drago did the same fuckin thing for you. So tell me, how the fuck are you lucky to have Drago as a partner yet think Portia is a weak link when they’ve had the same fuckin success? You do realize how fuckin idiotic that shit is, right? It isn’t just me who fuckin sees that, right??
Somehow I think I am. So Meghan, let me just tell you this. Since you’re so good at taking orders like a good little bitch. Keep riding your family into the fuckin ground, Meg. Keep acting like you do more than keep the tag rope warm. Keep on letting your partner do all the fuckin work for you. But most of all, come back and challenge us again when you and your sister meet up again, because it will be a real pleasure beating that ass again and again and again.
You want to say you’re better than us, you think just because you’ve been at this longer means we’re just supposed to roll over and let you rule the roost. Well, fuckin prove it. Show me that you’re worth my respect. Because right now, you’re just coming off as a couple of spoiled brats who only deserve a nice ass whoopin.
Good thing that’s exactly what we’re going to give ya.
See you fucks in England. Cheerio!
Amelia wiggles her fingers in a wave as she walks out of the shot.
Dear Heather,
It’s dad. I know it’s been a long time and I’m sure you don’t want to talk to me. I understand that. I guess I’m just hoping you’ll give this old man a chance to reconnect.
I’ve been watching your matches whenever I can. Sometimes I get lucky and I can watch them live on the TV. I can’t say I’m surprised to see you doing so well. You always had that strength in you. But I will admit it’s hard to get used to hearing you called Amelia.
And your team with that girl. Porsha? It is so fun to see. You and her make a great team. And honestly, it sort of reminded me of you and your sister. The way you look at her, the way she insists you do things together, it’s kind of eerie how similar it is to those days. To you and Charlotte. It’s nice. I think you two will have no problems winning that whole thing. Not just because you’re my kid. I just think that the other team doesn’t have anything on you and her. And I mean that.
Alright, I’ll stop putting off. I’ll cut the shit and get to why I’m writing you. I’ve been sitting in this cell for a while now. Every day I sit and think about you. And your mom and your sister. I can’t get over how awful I was to you guys. None of you deserved it and I know I do. I just want you to know how sorry I am.
I know it doesn’t mean anything. I know my apologies won’t change what I caused or bring Charlotte back, but Heather you need to know that I would change everything if I could. I would do everything in my power to give you kids a better life…
But that’s not how it works. I can’t change what I did, that’s why I want to do what I can now. I’ve been getting help since I’ve been in here. I have a long way to go but I think reconnecting with you would be a good start. So if you can find it in your heart to give me one last chance, I will do my damndest to do things better. Please. Just give me that chance and I promise you won’t regret it.
I love you so much, Heather. I love you so so much. I hope I hear back from you. Good luck in your match. I love watching you compete. I can’t wait to see how far you go.
-Dad
It’s dad. I know it’s been a long time and I’m sure you don’t want to talk to me. I understand that. I guess I’m just hoping you’ll give this old man a chance to reconnect.
I’ve been watching your matches whenever I can. Sometimes I get lucky and I can watch them live on the TV. I can’t say I’m surprised to see you doing so well. You always had that strength in you. But I will admit it’s hard to get used to hearing you called Amelia.
And your team with that girl. Porsha? It is so fun to see. You and her make a great team. And honestly, it sort of reminded me of you and your sister. The way you look at her, the way she insists you do things together, it’s kind of eerie how similar it is to those days. To you and Charlotte. It’s nice. I think you two will have no problems winning that whole thing. Not just because you’re my kid. I just think that the other team doesn’t have anything on you and her. And I mean that.
Alright, I’ll stop putting off. I’ll cut the shit and get to why I’m writing you. I’ve been sitting in this cell for a while now. Every day I sit and think about you. And your mom and your sister. I can’t get over how awful I was to you guys. None of you deserved it and I know I do. I just want you to know how sorry I am.
I know it doesn’t mean anything. I know my apologies won’t change what I caused or bring Charlotte back, but Heather you need to know that I would change everything if I could. I would do everything in my power to give you kids a better life…
But that’s not how it works. I can’t change what I did, that’s why I want to do what I can now. I’ve been getting help since I’ve been in here. I have a long way to go but I think reconnecting with you would be a good start. So if you can find it in your heart to give me one last chance, I will do my damndest to do things better. Please. Just give me that chance and I promise you won’t regret it.
I love you so much, Heather. I love you so so much. I hope I hear back from you. Good luck in your match. I love watching you compete. I can’t wait to see how far you go.
-Dad
With an angry sigh, Amelia crumples the note into a tight ball and tosses it in the general direction of the trash can.
That’s not my fuckin name…
Hearts stews in silence for a few moments before standing up and storming off.
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This tourney has been fuckin perfect.
The video begins with Amelia pacing back and forth. She’s dressed in black leggings and a faded KISS t-shirt with her long blonde hair hangs free down her back, albeit a little messy from Amy running her hands through it a handful of times.
First round, I get some payback on the shitstick who fucked me out of the Horrorcore title. Second round, Portia and I both prove that the dudes at the top of the mountain are no match for us. And finally, we got Captain Condescension and his pet leech.
I don’t even know where to begin with you clowns. Maybe Mr. Big Shot, who pitches a fit when he doesn’t get picked at recess. Or I could talk about the chick who shamelessly rides the aforementioned Big Shot’s coattails to the finals of a tournament that, despite being pegged as a tag wrestler, has no business being in.
See, you motherfuckers are in the wrong place at the wrong time, because I am royally pissed off right now. I know it’s not really news that ol’ Amy Hearts is mad, but as you probably saw, I’m a whole new shade of pissed right now. And what better place to direct my vitriol than the two delusional fucks standing across from me and my, as you’d ignorantly call her, “lacky”.
But where oh fuckin where do I begin? Let’s see, I could probably talk about how much Dragon Boy pisses me off until I’m blue in the face. And don’t get me fucking started because I just might. I mean, how the fuck is anyone supposed to take this dude seriously? He walks around with all the undeserved big dick energy in the world just because he got a couple wins over the Horrorcore champ. Now, I’ll give him this. He deserves a shot at that strap, easily more than I do. But the fact of the matter is the champ picked me to defend against. Nothing Drago or I could do about it.
But that just doesn’t sit right with you, does it, big man? You can’t handle the fact that you’re not seen as this untouchable god you think you are. You can’t fathom the idea of someone else getting the shot you think you’re so entitled to.
But thems the breaks, bro. Sometimes life isn’t fair. Sometimes things happen that piss you the fuck off. That’s when your true character shows. When you have to deal with shit that pisses you off, you put on a brave fuckin smile and kick that shit in the dick. That’s what a real man does. They don’t get on the tweet machine and bitch and moan and complain the moment people don’t scuff up their knees bowing down and sucking them off.
Amelia puts on a mocking sympathetic look.
Do you got some kind of feeling like I’m talkin down to you, bro? Good. Then you’re not as fuckin oblivious as I thought you were.
You didn’t get the shot at that Horrorcore strap. Rhodes chose me for some fuckin reason. Maybe he thinks I’m less of a threat than you, maybe he thinks I’m more of a threat. I don’t fuckin know. But what I do know is that you’ll never get a shot at the strap if you keep bitching like a baby. But if you’re as talented as you claim to be, then you’ll have no problem waiting for when I give you a shot at my championship.
And hey! Maybe if you can find someone else as stupid as Meghan to trick into willingly teaming with you, you can challenge The PA and ol’ AH for the tag titles!
Unless, of course, you get scared away when Portia and me beat your lily white ass and win those tag titles in the first place. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. Getting whooped by a couple of girls you claimed were so far beneath you, by someone you claimed was “dead weight” and someone you consider a child, I’m in my 30’s, just an FYI, big boy. It’s gonna be embarrassing. This big, “well-traveled”, wrassler’s wrassler motherfucker getting beat by some women who are still new to this shit after spending an embarassing amount of time swinging his dick as if we’re supposed to be impressed.
You don’t impress me. I’ve seen much bigger and much better than you. All you are, Drago, is a complacent old guard who thinks he’s owed everything because of where you’ve been. You think that allows you to be a condescending little prick to the real stars all in an attempt to satiate your fragile fuckin ego. But here’s the thing, dumbass. You haven’t done shit in Revo. You just walked in for this tourney and you’re probably going to walk away when you don’t get your way. All that bragging about beating Rhodes, all that whining you did when you didn’t get the title shot you arrogantly think you deserve will all be for naught when you tuck your tail between your legs and run like a little bitch.
You’ll probably claim you got better things to do. Something about being too busy to compete in Revo. That’s fine. Because everyone will know the truth. Portia and I will know the truth. You will know the truth. And that is you’re just a scared little bitch who can’t handle the slightest bit of adversity.
So please. Please prove me fuckin wrong. Get the fuck up and dust yourself off when we beat you. Come back swinging and try again.
Because that’s what a fuckin man does.
Amy still has her angry expression, but an errant smirk makes its way onto her face. She puts a hand on her hip.
Oh, and don’t think I fuckin forgot about you, Meghan. I gotta say, it’s pretty fuckin impressive, your tag team prowess. Making it to the finals of a tag tournament with a brand new partner from the one you’ve been with for-fuckin-ever.
That, or it just shows how much of a follower you are. Linking yourself to a superior talent, first with your sister and now ol’ Blue Eyes, in order to make people think you’re a much bigger deal and a much better talent than you really are. You’re like the fuckin punter getting a ring on the back of a dominant offense.
Hearts looks surprised, as if a thought just occurred to her.
Oh, by the way, don’t get it twisted, Drago. Me calling you the superior talent isn’t saying much. At all.
But Meg, I hope you don’t think I’m saying all this to discredit you or something. Nah, I’m just repeating what you said yourself. You said you’re lucky because Drago picked up the W for you in both of your previous matches. Allowing you to cruise into the next rounds without doing much- if any- of the work.
I can only imagine how you would’ve handled it if you got paired with a fellow leech like Johnny Stylez. But hey, multiverse theory or someshit.
A pained look. Like something had been gnawing at her head for a while.
But y’know, one thing that’s been sticking in my mind. I have to ask you why the fuck you think Portia is the weak link of our team when she’s picked up the pins in both of our matches? Because, like you yourself so graciously pointed out, Drago did the same fuckin thing for you. So tell me, how the fuck are you lucky to have Drago as a partner yet think Portia is a weak link when they’ve had the same fuckin success? You do realize how fuckin idiotic that shit is, right? It isn’t just me who fuckin sees that, right??
Somehow I think I am. So Meghan, let me just tell you this. Since you’re so good at taking orders like a good little bitch. Keep riding your family into the fuckin ground, Meg. Keep acting like you do more than keep the tag rope warm. Keep on letting your partner do all the fuckin work for you. But most of all, come back and challenge us again when you and your sister meet up again, because it will be a real pleasure beating that ass again and again and again.
You want to say you’re better than us, you think just because you’ve been at this longer means we’re just supposed to roll over and let you rule the roost. Well, fuckin prove it. Show me that you’re worth my respect. Because right now, you’re just coming off as a couple of spoiled brats who only deserve a nice ass whoopin.
Good thing that’s exactly what we’re going to give ya.
See you fucks in England. Cheerio!
Amelia wiggles her fingers in a wave as she walks out of the shot.