[ Chapter 6 ] - Handicap (Or, is it really?)
Jun 3, 2021 22:03:07 GMT -5
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Post by Graham Clauson on Jun 3, 2021 22:03:07 GMT -5
[ CHAPTER 6 ] - Handicap (Or, is it really?)
"This is really fucking sad… JJ didn’t even make it to the ring. Asher flopped like a damn fish out of water around the ring. I essentially beat JJ and Asher in a Handicap match, no offense to my husband who was busy tending to my dumbass best friend. Noelle thought she could take the easy way out and give me a quick pin-me/pay-me. I beat the entire job squad...now you give me all three of them in one night.
Did any of you pay attention to Trinity Wrestling when I was there? My debut match was putting away five people in a Handicap Gauntlet - me versus them all in a row. One of those people in that same Handicap match boasted a record of over 100 wins and barely any losses in their entire career… So, if you think that giving me JJ, Asher and Noelle in a Handicap Match is actually going to derail me is not even laughable - it’s simply denial and a fucking cop-out.
Hello, HBO Executives? This is Graham Clauson, I’d like to report an extreme misuse of the funds that you are funneling towards Outlaw Pro Wrestling. The bookies are too busy snorting the finest Columbian cocaine they can find, and they are paying Todrick Tabor solely to snort it off them. It’s really affecting their ability to effectively run a production that owns up to the standards of Home Box Office, its parent company and its affiliates.
Yeah, I can speak Corporate, and it's likely why things are in such a tizzy after Johnny got arrested... Oops...
Oh - wait, no offense meant, Toddy. I know you and my husband are friendly towards each other, but it’s honestly quite funny that I’m fucking jacking it in San Diego at basically the opening of the night again when I can wrestle fucking circles around you and your man while you two are in the ring...fucking.
Quite clearly, Outlaw is doing exactly what every company has done to me - hold me down on purpose. There is no reason that Todrick fucking Tabor, no matter how fucking awesome of a talent, is a higher draw than me.
The last time this kind of shenanigans happened, the promotion closed weeks after I finally quit giving a fuck and actually started hurting people who got in my way. Hi, Trinity. They had to close to keep me from getting their top belt. Bye, Trinity.
Sad thing is, it almost sounds like Outlaw’s trying to do the same. So, fine… This is the way we want to play this shit? Fine. I’ll go after the specific person who is clearly the one who has been playing the gatekeeper this entire time before I get future-endeavored. This is beyond clear - you’re ducking me like a little bitch, and you’ve been pulling some of the strings since I walked in.
You can get near me, sit there and run your mouth at the commentary booth, take shots at my best friend who has basically been guilting himself trying to help me get where I should’ve already been in this company… But you can’t dare get off your ass and actually face me in a match because the foregone conclusion is I would leave you lying motionless, awaiting a stretcher to take you away. Instead, you’d rather send the brats you’ve been stuck playing foster daddy to. You’d rather send someone else to take care of what you should be taking care of.
My best friend was willing to let himself basically get killed for me. I would never have asked him to put himself in harm’s way if I would’ve known his condition before. That’s loyalty, Vinny. And you put your hands on my brother, then ran off.
You’re just a straight up festering boil of a puss who’s afraid to be caught in my neighborhood. Instead, you send three children to the most violent part of town instead of pulling the duct tape that is keeping your nuts tucked up your ass and facing The Kingpin yourself. I didn’t ask for your children, Vinny, but I think Vhodka would like to know that you’d rather pass your children off to a random stranger instead of actually caring for them...might make for one hell of a custody battle…
But I don’t think it’s going to matter for long. It’s not the kids that should be worried about me, because I’m not even going to face them.
No more sending your designated hitters. They're done. I’m coming for you, Vinny...
Cement. Fucking. Shoes."
[OOC - I would’ve given you all a much longer and in-depth RP this round, but I actually will be on vacation and with guests when deadline was due and this was the only time I had to post something without being a no-show, and I REFUSE to do that. So, let's keep it focused on the storyline, shall we? See you all next deadline!]
"This is really fucking sad… JJ didn’t even make it to the ring. Asher flopped like a damn fish out of water around the ring. I essentially beat JJ and Asher in a Handicap match, no offense to my husband who was busy tending to my dumbass best friend. Noelle thought she could take the easy way out and give me a quick pin-me/pay-me. I beat the entire job squad...now you give me all three of them in one night.
Did any of you pay attention to Trinity Wrestling when I was there? My debut match was putting away five people in a Handicap Gauntlet - me versus them all in a row. One of those people in that same Handicap match boasted a record of over 100 wins and barely any losses in their entire career… So, if you think that giving me JJ, Asher and Noelle in a Handicap Match is actually going to derail me is not even laughable - it’s simply denial and a fucking cop-out.
Hello, HBO Executives? This is Graham Clauson, I’d like to report an extreme misuse of the funds that you are funneling towards Outlaw Pro Wrestling. The bookies are too busy snorting the finest Columbian cocaine they can find, and they are paying Todrick Tabor solely to snort it off them. It’s really affecting their ability to effectively run a production that owns up to the standards of Home Box Office, its parent company and its affiliates.
Yeah, I can speak Corporate, and it's likely why things are in such a tizzy after Johnny got arrested... Oops...
Oh - wait, no offense meant, Toddy. I know you and my husband are friendly towards each other, but it’s honestly quite funny that I’m fucking jacking it in San Diego at basically the opening of the night again when I can wrestle fucking circles around you and your man while you two are in the ring...fucking.
Quite clearly, Outlaw is doing exactly what every company has done to me - hold me down on purpose. There is no reason that Todrick fucking Tabor, no matter how fucking awesome of a talent, is a higher draw than me.
The last time this kind of shenanigans happened, the promotion closed weeks after I finally quit giving a fuck and actually started hurting people who got in my way. Hi, Trinity. They had to close to keep me from getting their top belt. Bye, Trinity.
Sad thing is, it almost sounds like Outlaw’s trying to do the same. So, fine… This is the way we want to play this shit? Fine. I’ll go after the specific person who is clearly the one who has been playing the gatekeeper this entire time before I get future-endeavored. This is beyond clear - you’re ducking me like a little bitch, and you’ve been pulling some of the strings since I walked in.
You can get near me, sit there and run your mouth at the commentary booth, take shots at my best friend who has basically been guilting himself trying to help me get where I should’ve already been in this company… But you can’t dare get off your ass and actually face me in a match because the foregone conclusion is I would leave you lying motionless, awaiting a stretcher to take you away. Instead, you’d rather send the brats you’ve been stuck playing foster daddy to. You’d rather send someone else to take care of what you should be taking care of.
My best friend was willing to let himself basically get killed for me. I would never have asked him to put himself in harm’s way if I would’ve known his condition before. That’s loyalty, Vinny. And you put your hands on my brother, then ran off.
You’re just a straight up festering boil of a puss who’s afraid to be caught in my neighborhood. Instead, you send three children to the most violent part of town instead of pulling the duct tape that is keeping your nuts tucked up your ass and facing The Kingpin yourself. I didn’t ask for your children, Vinny, but I think Vhodka would like to know that you’d rather pass your children off to a random stranger instead of actually caring for them...might make for one hell of a custody battle…
But I don’t think it’s going to matter for long. It’s not the kids that should be worried about me, because I’m not even going to face them.
No more sending your designated hitters. They're done. I’m coming for you, Vinny...
Cement. Fucking. Shoes."
[OOC - I would’ve given you all a much longer and in-depth RP this round, but I actually will be on vacation and with guests when deadline was due and this was the only time I had to post something without being a no-show, and I REFUSE to do that. So, let's keep it focused on the storyline, shall we? See you all next deadline!]