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Jan 11, 2021 20:49:00 GMT -5
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Post by Miss Michelle on Jan 11, 2021 20:49:00 GMT -5
"Ugh! Fucking Brandon, I swear to God, I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is sometimes!"
She slammed the door to the murder shed so hard that it surprised even her, she thought about going back inside and apologizing but fuck that! Instead, she shook her head and headed off towards the house and every step she took she grew more and more furious with him.
How could he not understand why she was so upset? God forbid she turn her back to him like that, she'd end up hacked to pieces like whatever the fuck he was chopping up in there.
She finally reaches the side of the house and shakes her head looking back at the shed.
"Asshole.."
She slid the large sliding glass door open before stepping inside. She turned to shut the door behind her and as she went to turn back around to walk inside she all but tripped over the lazy ass dog that was laying on the floor.
"Damn it!"
She catches herself on the wall and turns around to see the sweetest little pit bull laying on the floor looking up at her. She shakes her head and literally raises her voice - at a dog.
"Hydra! Why are you always in the fucking way? Get your ass outside with Ares, go bite daddy.. do something besides be in the way!"
The dog simply let her head fall back down to the floor and went back to sleep as Michelle just shook her head and walked towards the front doors of the house.
Man, since he wanted to be a dick she was going to make him pay - literally.
Walking through the long hallway she not only grabbed her purse and the keys to Brandon's gold Mercedes Benz from the table, she also snatched up his wallet. She opened the wallet and removed a wad of cash as well as his American express card before throwing his wallet back down on the table.
"Thanks, honey.."
She rolled her eyes, shoving the money and credit card into her purse. She grabbed hold of the doorknob and pulled the door open and stepped outside. A smile came across her face as she knew he was going to be so pissed she took his car, and she didn't give not one fuck.
CHIRP CHIRP
She pressed the button on the remote turning the alarm off before grabbing hold of the door handle and pulling it open. She sat down on the beautiful gray leather and shoved the key into the ignition. As she turned the key, she revved the engine before pulling her door shut.
She grabbed hold of the seat belt and pulled it over herself, buckling it into place. She wasn't a dummy, and she wasn't going to risk her own life driving around this shit hole known as St. Louis by not buckling up.
Anyways, she shifted the car into drive and hit the gas so hard the car screeched, and the tires spun so fast, and so hard they left a black rubber tread mark on the pavement of the driveway..
Sometime later..
Michelle is standing next to the car, with the door to the backseat open as she is shoving bags from her little shopping spree inside. She had done some serious damage to Brandon's credit card and spent none of his cash because well.. why?
She was still pissed off though and she really didn't understand why. Usually she'd buy out some stores and feel better on a therapeutic level. Oh well. She shrugs her shoulders and closes the door.
She turns and grabs the cup of hot coffee from the top of the car and brings it up to take a sip. As she gets the cup up to her face an older, homeless looking man trips over a crack in the sidewalk and falls right into her, knocking her into the side of the car and spilling the coffee all over her.
"I am so.."
"What the fuck?!"
She slams the now half empty cup onto the ground in front of her before shaking some coffee off of her hands. She catches her reflection in the window of the car and that really pisses her off..
Not only was she covered in coffee now, but the remnants of blood remained stained in her hair and let's be honest, she smelled like a fucking petting zoo. And just like that, every single thing that happened today came flooding back, like a landslide. It was like she was watching a movie in her head. The blood, the ruined dress, her hair! And then Brandon having some fucking nerve..
"Honey, are you okay?"
This man had the balls to reach his hand out and put it on her shoulder. She jerked her shoulder back and brought her right hand up and stabbed this poor man right in the neck with the keys to the Benz. He stumbled back a bit. His reflexes bring one of his hands up to his bleeding neck and in the same motion shoving her to the ground with his other hand.
Everything felt like it was going in slow motion, she was shocked as her ass hit the pavement. She watched as the man shook his head and flipped her off. He wobbles off towards an alley, leaving her behind while mumbling to himself.
She blinks her eyes repeatedly, trying to clear her vision but it feels like everything around her is going dark. Her breathing becomes more and more shallow. She presses the palms of her hands down on the pavement, pushing herself up to her feet. As she gets to her feet, she can literally hear her heart beating in her ears.
Baboom..
baboom..
baboom..
Her pupils were dilated as she stared off into the alley where he had stumbled off into. Her mind was blank and her surroundings had all but disappeared. She had lost hold on reality, the shock was gone. Her anger began to consume her like a cancer..
A strange feeling washed over her body.. her arms covered with that mysterious thrill that runs up the crease of her back. The chills send a quiver which quickly turns into pins and needles dancing along her bones. Suddenly she hears a voice, whispering to her.
Follow him..
And that's exactly what she did, one foot in front of the other until she was walking at a steady pace, following the path he had taken. Her face was no longer blank as a sinister grin had come across it and her eyes weren't as narrow as they once were. She turned a corner and stopped for a moment. There he was, his back to her as he stood in front of a dumpster. Talking to himself, laughing, she knew he was laughing at her.
She can hear him making fun of her. She squeezes her hands as tight as she can while looking at him. He's so disgusting. She hears a light scratchy sound, like metal sliding against metal and looks down into her right hand. Its the switchblade knife that Brandon had given to her to protect herself, but how did it get into her hand?
Her heart started racing again, it felt like the walls were closing in around her and she had nowhere to go. The darkness was squeezing her, like a giant hug from a demon. Her stomach was doing flips, like you know when you're on a roller coaster and you're about to hit that drop and your stomach just has that fluttering feeling? Like that but multiply it by one hundred and add in the feeling of being suffocated because your anxiety is through the roof.
Her body shot forward as if she was pushed by someone or something and it was too late to stop, she moved forward towards him as he stood with his back to her. The poor bastard stood with his flaccid penis in one hand as he pissed on the dumpster. He was drunk, and it was obvious as he jiggled his dick while peeing and threw piss everywhere. He laughed about it, thought he was funny or something. He was talking to himself. Muttering on about how he should go back and find her and kick her ass for being such a dumb blonde bitch. Little did he know, she was right behind him.
I'm one quick motion, she stepped forward, erasing the gap between them as she brought her free hand up and around his disgusting mouth. He is caught off guard but that doesn't stop his dumb ass from trying to flail free. Using her body, as well as the element of surprise she slams him forward into the dumpster and brings that hand with the knife up and holds it firmly against his throat. She applies a little pressure as she leans in and whispers to him.
"Who's laughing now?"
A menacing smile crossed her face as she took that blade and slit that man's throat from ear to ear. The cold steel slicing through his skin like a knife through butter. The crimson liquid flowing from the wound, like waves in the sea. His screams no longer only muffled by her hand over his mouth, but also the blood filling his airway.
She releases her hold on him and takes a step back as his body falls to the concrete. He hit the ground with a thud, his hands trying to cover the gaping wound and his eyes pleading with her for help. She swept her arm across her forehead, moving her hair from her face before shaking her head and dropping the knife.
She looked around the alleyway, her world was no longer dark. People were walking past the alleyway, however no one was really paying attention to what had happened, I guess it was her lucky day. She turned her attention back to him, his lips had turned blue and he had passed out, most likely his body in shock from the massive amount of blood loss. Her mind began to wonder..
Should she leave him there? She could cover him in garbage and let the alley rats eat him.
Nah, she will take him home and let Brandon handle the rest. But how is she going to get him out of the alley and into the car? Man, B is going to be pissed with blood all in his car.
She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the man by his ankles and began dragging him through the alley. She struggled to get going initially but once she started moving it was smooth sailing. With every step she takes, this poor bastards head bounces against the cement. She was almost there though, she could see the finish line as she turned the corner. That beautiful Benz just sitting there, waiting to go home.
But as she turned that corner, her body jerked and she dropped his legs. She looked back and could only see to his waist. Where the hell is the rest of him, she wondered. She sighed and walked back towards his lower half and as she did, she could see that his shirt was damn near strangling his dumb ass because it was caught on a jagged piece of cement. She walked over and pulled the shirt off of the broken cement and kicked him in the shoulder, just because.
Forty five minutes later..
(It takes a while to move a full sized man..)
That beautiful ass Benz came roaring up into the long driveway, and just as it reached the front of the house she slammed them brakes causing the car to slide before finally coming to a stop. The drivers side door flew open as she stepped out of the car, barefoot. She looked like shit, man. Her once beautiful white Versace sundress was mixed shades of red and blood, as it was covered in dirt as well as goat and human blood. We are not really sure where she lost her shoes, though.
She closed the door before walking to the back of the car and lifting the trunk open. She sighed before reaching into the trunk and in one quick motion pulled the man's upper body up, and hung him head first over the back of the car. She stepped to the side and watched as his entire body followed suit and fell to the ground. Without looking, she reached over and slammed the trunk, but it bounced right back up. She slammed it again - same thing.
Frustrated, she looked at the trunk to find that the mans left leg was still up and in the trunk. She grabbed his leg and jerked it out and slammed the trunk shut. She leaned over the side of the trunk, her elbows resting on the trunk as she looked down at him.
She thought about leaving his ass where he was, letting Brandon figure this shit out. But then what if the dogs got to him? That'd be a big fucking mess. Ugh!
This man really pissed her off today. Now he's laying in the damn driveway and she has to move his big ass before the dogs get out.
"Fuck!"
She smacked both of her hands down on the trunk before pushing herself up. She walked around the body, and bent over, scooping her arms up under his armpits and started dragging him up the walkway towards the door. She struggles while trying to get him up the three small steps before the front door, even stumbling and almost falling. One step to go but she's losing her grip. She pulls harder and tries to move faster but she loses her grip. She tries to regain it quickly but ends up accidentally sticking her fingers directly into his neck wound, which causes her to drop him and squeal a little.
She wipes her hand on her dress because honestly, at this point, why the fuck not? Reaching behind herself, she turns the doorknob and shoves the door open. She was really struggling to get him up and over the threshold. His upper body was inside but the more she pulled on him, the more she realized he wasn't coming so easy. She dropped his upper body and walked over towards the door. She noticed that he was caught on the doorway.
He was also blocking the whole entrance way of the door with his body. She shrugged and stepped up and onto this man's stomach and walked across him, stepping off of him just outside the door. She braced both of her arms up against each side of the door and placed her right foot between the mans legs and used her leg strength and body weight to push him into the house and once he was in and hit that hard wood floor, boy he slid like a kid going down a water slide.
She shut the door and grabbed his ankles this time, turning his body in an almost complete circle before heading off down the hall. Everything was smooth sailing until she hit the long runner carpet in the hall. The damn carpet rolled up underneath him and made it damn near impossible to move him. She pulled, she jerked, and then she fell backwards on her ass. Smacking the floor with frustration, she kicked his legs before getting back up to her feet.
She looked around the room before walking over and pushing him up into a seated position, using one shaking arm to hold up his body weight and the other one to try and straighten the carpet beneath him. Once straight, she let go of him and watched as his body thud back against the floor and went back to dragging him by his ankles. She was so close to where she was going to leave him but ugh, so far too.
Coming around the small corner, she cuts it a bit short and as the body passes, his arm hooks around the leg of a small end table and knocks it over on top of him. As the table fell a lamp that was on the table also fell. Frustrated she kicked the lamp into the wall and tossed the table to the side. Done with this whole fucking situation, she hooks her arms under his and scooped him up, and using all the strength she had left to sling this man up and into the leather recliner in the corner. She adjusted his body to be sitting in what looked to be a pretty comfortable position, she even reclined it and straightened his legs out.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror on the wall and shuddered slightly before turning and heading down the hall towards the stairs.
A little bit later..
They nearly fell through that door with their embrace. Nothing else around them mattered in the slightest, only the feeling of flesh on flesh. Their hands explored the bared bodies of one another as they moved closer and closer to the bed behind them. Stopping in front of it, the pair staring lustfully into the eyes of one another.
His hands slipping up under her arms, he lifted her up off of her feet and damn near tossed her back onto that bed. Sprawled out across those soft materials covering the bed, she laid invitingly, her legs spread wide to present her everything to him.
Without hesitation, he crawled into that bed, moving towards her. Once he got close enough, she brought her legs up, allowing him to position them on his shoulders. Lowering his head, his lips brushing against her soft flesh almost teasingly. Her body visibly responded to his touch as he drug his lips across her skin.
Her voice caught in her throat for a moment or two only for a sigh of content to break through. He slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy, beginning to trail it up and down. It was as if her every nerve lit up at once and the moan that rolled free showed that.
She reached down, her hands pressing against the back of his head, burying it in her shaved flesh. He increased his efforts, his tongue focusing in on that most sensitive spot. With his left hand, he trailed it up her toned stomach only for his thumb and index finger to pinch down onto her hardened nipple, twisting and tugging at it.
Her body arched up, needing to feel that much more. Picking up on this, he brought his free hand around between them. Her dripping hole begging to be stuffed. His index and middle fingers slipping into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. The combination of his fingers pumping in and out of her, the sharp tugging and flicking of her nipple, and his tongue focusing on her clit pushed her closer and closer to her edge.
Completely and totally lost in the moment, her hips bucked upwards, insatiably. Increasing the pace of his efforts, her moans of sheer pleasure filled the air. Once more, those sounds caught in her throat as she hit that orgasm. It didn't catch for long as she nearly screamed out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He didn't relent in the slightest as she rode out every bit of that orgasm. Her grip on him loosening as she began to come down from the euphoria she felt, it was clear neither was finished entirely. Raising up to his knees on that bed, he firmly grabbed her by the waist before flipping her over onto her front. His grip lingered on her waist, pulling her lower half up.
Reaching around behind her, she gripped her own ass, spreading it apart to fully expose herself to him. Moving up behind her, he gripped the base of his throbbing cock before lining up the very tip of it with her drenched pussy. Without a word of warning, he slammed forward, burying every thick inch deep into her. He went right into a rather steady pace, moaning deeply as he did so.
With her walls squeezing his cock, he felt every bit of it as he pounded away at her pussy, growing rougher with each thrust into her. Reaching down, he slipped his fingers in those strands of her hair before grabbing a handful of it. Jerking her head back, he held it back as her body shuddered with pleasure. With his free hand, he sharply slapped her ass, tightly squeezing the same area after doing so.
The feelings of pleasure running through the two of them grew more and more. He kept that same pace for more than a while, time losing its meaning as he stretched her dripping hole with his hardened cock. She reached down beneath herself, guiding it between her legs. Her fingers parting her lips, she used another finger to rub against her clit, increasing her pleasure that much more.
Her walls tightened around him once again as she felt herself coming up on another orgasm. As quickly as he was thrusting in and out of her, she slammed back into him that much quicker. The air was filled with the sounds of their moans and their flesh slapping together. Letting go of her hair, he brought that hand around to wrap around her throat.
The added pleasure was enough to cause her entire body to clench up against his, that orgasm crashing down over her. His thrusts grew more and more forceful as he felt his own release coming. As it hit, he threw his head back, those moans shifting more into deep, throaty growls. His throbbing cock unloaded shot after shot of that hot sticky cum deep into her pussy.
Even as he had every inch buried in her, she continued slamming back against him, determined to get every drop into her. As their orgasms began to subside, he moved back just enough to let his cock slip free. Just as he did that, the cum dripping from her hole only brought a grin of satisfaction as he slapped her ass once more, for good measure.
She rolled over onto her back and wrapped a sheet around herself as Brandon sat down on the bed next to her. He reached over to his bedside dresser and grabbed his ringing phone.
Brandon checked to see who was calling and set the phone back down. He proceeds to open his top drawer.
"It's PMont. He prolly just saw some bitch with a fat ass that I should.."
He raises his hands up in the air to do the quotation marks.
".."kidnap" and "traffic" or some shit. Like I'm some horrible monster that hurts people."
They both look towards us momentarily while making stupid faces before returning to normal. Michelle softly chuckled as she brings the sheet up closer around her upper body, revealing the soft and smooth skin of her leg from underneath the sheet. Brandon returns to inside his drawer, pulling out a cigar box and opening it.
"Hmmm... Decisions, decisions, decisions.."
After a brief pause, Brandon selects a blunt from out of the cigar box and grabs his lucky Zippo he keeps on the ready beside the bed. Flick. Flame. Blunt in mouth. Ignite. The end of the blunt catches a bit of a blaze while he puffs on it while lighting. Brandon exhales a large cloud of smoke that extinguishes the flame.
"At least he waited until we were done this time."
She smirked as did he before taking another puff and passing his queen the blunt.
"Aight baby girl.. I gotta fackin' know alright? Who the fuck is the dead dude in my living room?"
Her eyes widened in shock. She had forgotten about it while having that sweet, tight pussy beat up by her husband.
"OH? Yeah.. um.. Can I tell you about it later? I'm still trying to breathe here baby."
She giggled as she brought the fat blunt up to her lips and gave it a little chief.
"I ain't mad about it or anything, obviously, it was just funny as fuck watching you attempt to bring that fucker inside."
He laughed to himself as Michelle was mid toke. She gives him a look like mother fucker, YOU JUST WATCHED!? But seeing as they had just had their patented, world famous make up sex, Michelle let it go as she finished inhaling. Exhale. Cloud. Held back out for her husband to take.
"Hey, I got him in didn't I?"
She had a smile on her face after making that statement as her husband took back control of the blunt.
"Straight up baby girl, I was so proud of you. I may have even shed a little tear for ya. How did you end up being so got damn perfect, huh? I couldn't have asked for any thing or one better than you to be my forever after."
Brandon ashes the blunt on a Camel ashtray shaped like a pool table that sits atop his bedside dresser. They use it for when getting stoned in bed and burning Nag Champa. She had bought it for him a long time ago, and he never let it get away from him. Plus shooting pool was what they did on their very first date way back when, so it was a bit sentimental. Brandon takes another hit before passing the blunt back. Michelle giggles, pulling the sheet tighter against herself with her free hand, and loses herself staring into the eyes of the man who changed her life and showed her what it meant to truly be alive. She takes a couple of slow rips from the blunt.
"Thank you daddy. I can't just take all the credit though. I mean, I did learn from the very best."
Brandon is caught with a rare genuine smile that he doesn't show in front of any of the rest of the world. Only her. Only Michelle. His one reason to give a shit about anything other than himself. He leans in to his wife, removes the blunt from her mouth, and slowly presses his lips against hers. This wasn't a kiss of passion, so it was soft yet still firm, and follows with two more of the same.
"You know you can't leave his ass there though, right? He's gonna start stankin' up this bitch before too long, and that smell ain't a joke. That shit is impossible to get rid of."
Brandon puts the blunt in his mouth and returns to sitting how he was. He grabbed a pair of grey sweats from the bottom drawer and slipped them on while getting up off of the bed.
"Well, I guess you better go handle that then daddy.. Wouldn't want your fresh showered Brandonized woman getting that stink all over her, would you?"
She gave him the ole innocent pretty please pouty lips. Brandon laughed and shook his head.
"You're getting way too good at this. What have I done?"
She shrugs as Brandon hits the blunt and passes it back. His hand reaches down and tickles her barely exposed foot from beneath the sheet. Michelle has a quick burst of laughter as she tries to playfully hit him.
"GET OUTTA HERE DORK!"
He chuckles as he pushes himself up from atop the bed. Brandon gives her a wink before turning and walking out of the room, swinging his hips side to side imitating her walk before jumping up and clicking his heels together to the side before disappearing down the hall. Michelle yells out to him from the bed.
"I MARRIED A DAMN NERD!"
You hear Brandon reply from the bottom of the stairs.
"YOU STILL STUCK WIT ME THOUGH!"
She sighed as she let herself fall down into the bed, exhausted from everything she's done today. The smile would not leave from her lips even if she tried. Michelle takes in a deep, content breath as she runs her hands along her own body. There was now a calming warmth she now feels that was simply indescribable. One of the best feelings anybody could ever hope to achieve. Just another dummy stuck in the awe of true love that flutters and tugs at her heartstrings. The blunt rests comfortably in her lips while she no hands a couple small tokes from it. Michelle rolls over to Brandon's side of the bed, and puts the blunt out in the Camel ashtray and returns to her cozy position.
"When I came back to the world of professional wrestling I knew there was going to be a whole new learning curve. I knew that there was no way that it would be the same as it was twenty years ago. I figured people would have grown, styles would have evolved, that the whole dynamic would be different. Boy, was I wrong.
Honestly though, when the HBO executives came to me and told me they were tired of the way that Roger Wright and Johnny Stylez were running a company that they held so much stake in and wanted me to come in and regain some kind of control, I was hesitant. Don't get me wrong, the hesitation had absolutely nothing to do with me being afraid of being an authority figure, my hesitation came because I wasn't sure if I had what it took to come back after being gone for so long. It took a lot of encouragement from HBO and from producer Joe Montuori, but I decided that I would give it a go - and wouldn't you know?
I KILLED it.
Man, I surprised even myself. I annoyed Roger and I got so far under the skin of Johnny that he and his wife kidnapped and held me hostage. You see serial killer documentaries on investigation discovery all the time, but you never expect to live that shit. Thank God my husband is smarter than Johnny and his whore - they tried to touch me in my no no spot, yall.
..just kidding, but would you be surprised?"
Hydra jumped up into the bed and laid down next to her. She reached over and caressed the beautiful pups head before continuing on.
"Anyways, I was all ready to exact my revenge on those dumbfucks. I was going to fuck Blair up so hard, yall. I was gonna hit her where I knew it would hurt her the most. It was no secret that Blair loved that Southern Heavyweight Championship more than she loved her husband, I mean, did you see the way she customized that thing?
It looked like garbage
I guess love really is blind.
I guess love really is blind.
But yeah, like I was saying.. Blair loved that belt more than she loved plastic surgery. So, I was going to take it from her. I had plans to destroy her. But wouldn't you know, Blair does what she always does and fucked everything up. She lost the belt to that damn crackhead, Vhodka Marie..
I have known of Vhodka for about twenty years now. And what I mean by known of, is that she has always been a non-factor. She's always been the lackey, she's always been the second thought. She's the type of person who does just enough to get by and nothing more than that. She's the type of person who is happy to be second best - which is why I'm so shocked that she was able to not only defeat Blair, but to have been able to hold onto that championship as long as she has."
She paused for a moment.
"I wasn't wrong with anything that I said about Vhodka before our match at Tag Wars. She tried her hardest to slander my name with lies and things that couldn't be further from the truth and I did nothing but tell the truth - and she hates that.
She hates that I have the memories to destroy the fantasy she has that she's always been something worth giving a damn about. You know what she hates the most though? She hates that I was right when I told her that she was only transitional. That she was just a placeholder until something or someone better came along.. and guess what? Her replacement as Champion has arrived!
Seriously though, can you think of a better person to take the belt from her? I can't, but that is because I stand by what I have been saying since I have been back and that is that I am one hundred and ten percent better than the rest of these hoes.
Vhoddie likes it when I call these women hoes.
Man, that OPW Southern Heavyweight Championship is going to look so good on my waist. Honestly, no one else is even worthy enough of that belt. It was literally made with me in mind and I can't wait to bring her home with me, where she belongs."
Michelle smiled that million dollar smile, and how could she not? She wasn't lying when she said no one deserved that belt more than she did.
"But yeah, Vhodka thought she was telling everyone something new when she came around telling everyone that I liked to call the other women bitches and hoes. What else am I supposed to call them? I call it how I see it, I can't help it that the women here ARE bitches and hoes.
Especially you, V.
but, you already knew that.. didn't you?
but, you already knew that.. didn't you?
You were right about one thing, though. You were right when you said that Blair held that belt with a certain standard and that you planned to uphold that standard. However, I wasn't aware that it was cool to brag about low standards. But you're right, you and Blair are pretty much on the same level, when it comes to talent, sleeping around and pretty much everything - so I guess no surprise that she's your idol.
But hey, I bet when you said and I quote, 'if you want it, come get it. But you better be ready for a fight when you step to me.' You didn't expect it would be someone with an obvious amount more talent than you would step up. That's what happens when your mouth starts running and starts writing checks that your stupid ass can't cash.
What is it like to be the least talented person on the roster? It can't be as good as you make it seem. I mean, if I had to choose between tagging with you or tagging with a trash can, I would obviously choose the trash can. It's not all that different from you though, same smell, same character traits, same general appearance. Only difference is that I'm less likely to catch a communicable disease from touching the garbage."
She shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't lying, Vhodka had done some pretty questionable things in her time.. there really is no telling what she's walking around with.
"You could try and deny these things all you want. We've all watched as you've destroyed all the credibility you have. Sad part is, when you came back to game, the world had forgotten or forgiven the stupid shit you did. We were ready to let you start with a clean slate. And we did, for a while. You were killing it! We literally forgot about you being Bryan Dyamonds love child.
That was creepy. How old were you when you married him? I'm pretty positive you were underage. Did Mama Bickett sell you to that bad man? He paid for that nasty ass trailer, didn't he?
Damn man, is this bitch really for real? I had thought that maybe, just maayybee Mama Bickett had a little bit more of that shit called respect for her damn self than that. Mother of a year right there people. I guess now I can finally see just where exactly all of your burnt out teeny bopper problems are rooted from.. Like mama, like daughter. I have to admit, you do a glorified blown out train wreck second to none!
Daddys a spineless bum, mommy's a heartless whore and little Vhoddies a reckless homewrecker - y'all really are the definition of trailer trash, ain't ya? "
She rolled her eyes. She still can't believe that there was a fight over someone as unattractive as Vincent Black, she was even more in shock that trailer trash Barbie was the "winner."
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you were able to steal someone else's husband. Shit must be rough out there on the compound. I'm pretty sure that family sits around a fire on Sunday evenings and just participates in a big group circle jerk sesh. They do give off that whole "only we can repopulate the earth" vibe. I really wish they wouldn't though, aren't there enough deformed Wolf children running around?
I was, however, shocked at the fact that it was Voodoos husband that you managed to weasel in on. Candice always played like she had the perfect, happy home. I guess life isn't all Mermaid tails and lollipops after all. Someone was bound to do it, she was getting to be to 'wholesome' in her old age, she was a little to 'full housey.' Everyone knows Vin likes his bitches to be a nice mix of Jerry Springer and Jackass. The nastier and more ratchet the better, and fortunately for you, you really nailed it.
Please don't take the things I say about you as insults though, Vhodka. Those are just the best ways that I know how to describe you. And trust me, I have heard you tell people how stupid I am, and you may be right. I mean, I've been trying to count the fucks that I give about what you think of me and I keep coming up with zero.
I really wish I had it in me to care about what you think about me. I hear you when you're running your mouth and telling everyone how weak I am, and how I may have had your number back in the day, but that I can't hang in the ring with you now. I'm honestly really looking forward to showing you exactly how weak I am when I walk out to that ring at Drugs, sex and rock N roll with nothing and leave with that Southern Heavyweight Championship. That's not a prediction, honey, that's a spoiler, because I promise you - there is no way a living, breathing, walking, talking Monster High doll is pulling off a victory against me.
I remember you saying that you were going to rain on my homecoming parade because yours was the only parade that counted, or something to that effect. But let me tell you why you're wrong. You see, when I came back and started my whole, as you call it, "homecoming parade," the entire world was shocked. My reputation and legacy were enough to propel me straight to the top of this business, where I have been damn near ever since I debuted into this business. And how did your homecoming parade go? Oh that's right, you came in and assumed the position with your head up the Syndicates ass, doing whatever for whoever to make sure you became and stayed relevant. When it comes down to it, I can stand on my own and you can't and that's what bothers you.
It's okay though. Don't beat yourself up over it. Not everyone can go out there and do the things I do and that's okay. One day, you'll grow up big and strong and you won't have to stand in the shadows, you too will be able to walk out with your head held high.. here's some paper towels, hoe. Do me a favor and wipe that shit mark off your forehead first. Man, you really should tell Vinnie to clean up better before you get down there with the rest of his dingleberries.
On a serious note though, the time for talking is over. I mean, I could sit here for the next week telling you why you're the weakest link or that you're second best, but the truth of the matter is, those are just words. No matter how true the statement is, I can't beat you with my words. But what I can do is beat you with my hands. I can beat you. I will beat you. And then what? What will be your excuse? What will you tell everybody? Oh I know.. you can tell everyone that
I'm still better than you.
see you soon."
see you soon."