Post by ✮𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒✮ on Aug 31, 2023 14:43:39 GMT -5
I sat at the end of a nearly empty bar tapping my fingertips on the wet surface. I was ten beers in and going strong with annoyance as I replayed my match over and over in my head. How did that dumbass killjoy pull one over on me when this whole time he's done nothing but lose. How were we going to win this tag team match when he couldn't even beat the guy with bigger tiddies than me when he faced him before. I growled and downed the last of the beer sitting in front of me before looking up at a woman across the bar. She was twirling her mangled blonde hair and sipping some red drink while a guy was shooting his shot with her.
Pathetic.
I leaned forward on the bar and let out a low moan before picking my head up and spinning my finger around a shot glass that sat next to my empty beer bottle. If I wanted to win my match I needed to get over losing to Trent and suck it up like I did after our match. I could kick his ass later.
"We can totally go back to your place if you have the stuff." The stuff. Ha, there wasn't a need for this druggie to cover up the fact she wanted to shoot up since her arm was full of blown veins and puncture marks. Takes a junkie to know and a junkie and there was no way in hell that women wasn't a junkie. "Ya, I got just what you need baby." I could've hurled but that would have been a waste of perfectly good boos. Instead I did the adult thing and turned around to look at the wall behind me.
Shockingly enough I was good at acting sober when I wanted to be. I guess I got that from my birth giver. No, not the old broad who kicked me out and said she gave birth to me. I'm talking about the woman who actually gave birth to me. Long story short I found out a few years back I was adopted, my parents don't know that I know but I know. Actually, I pretty much knew at sixteen that my family wasn't actually my family but it was confirmed when I was eighteen and decided to do a little digging. My actual mother was a druggie who got pregnant with her dealer's kid, aka me. You're probably asking yourself why is this important, what does it have to do with anything? Well, some people want some background so here it is. If you're not interested just wait, I rip our current Rise champions new ones.
So here's the thing, I ended up looking for my biological mom because I knew I was way too different to be my current parents daughter. They were smart and for the most part well put together while I never was. I was always the wild child that didn't listen and while most people would think that's normal, I didn't. It was like I had a little devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear to do the thing I knew I shouldn't. Every now and then I'd give the angel some time to do his thing, kinda like what I did after my match with Trent, but very rarely did I let that happen. My mother was the same.
When I found my bio-mommy dearest she was strung out on god knows what. I asked her if she wanted me to buy her a cup of coffee and maybe a sandwich or a number four at Carl's Jr. Of course she took the bait and we ended up sitting and talking for a bit. She gave me this sad story about how all it took was one hit of meth and she was addicted. She tried to get help many many times but it never actually led to anything. She actually looked shocked when I told her I was her daughter then she was mad I mean BIG mad because why would I look for her. Stupid question because many MANY adopted kids look for their birth mother. Something about wanting answers to why they didn’t keep them and what not. I honestly just wanted to feel better about always fucking up but boy was I wrong to try to find that in some lady who tossed me to the side like a used needle. After talking to her it was a fair question though because I wish I didn't. She told me about how after she found out it was too late for an abortion, thanks ma, and how she tried every drug to kill me while in the womb. When I was born she didn't even want to look at me and was offered a lot of money by my current parents to disappear and never come back into my life. Weird that they paid top dollar for this baby already addicted to every drug under the sun and yet they thought I’d turn out normal. Dumbasses.I spiraled after that and have gone down down down ever since. See, I know I'm a fuck up. I'm the kid nobody wanted but got lucky with the family that took me in except I didn't get lucky. That's another story for a different time because now that druggie from across the bar is barfing like she’s Regan from the Exorcist.
Everyone was freaking out because this dumb bitch mixed too many things in her spoon before coming into the bar. The bartender was already on the phone with 911 and what few people who were at this bar were piled around her. I moaned again and drank whatever else was in front of me before grabbing my jacket and standing up to leave.
“Put her on her side, you dip shits before she chokes on that gas station hotdog again.” I leaned over to the guy she was going to go back with and with a smirk said, “And if I were you I’d either think of a reason there’s a dead junkie in my room OR I wouldn’t give her shit.” I strolled out of the bar smug at that point. Yes I was smug that I knew what to do when someone was overdosing, when you don’t know a lot you take what you can get.
Alright Dick Tinkle, Trickle, whatever I’ll just call you piss drops. I’m going to start with you since you’re the only one with brain cells firing on your team. You’ve probably got a golden dick up your butt right now since Colossus is undefeated and you’re the one holding his leash; you’ve got scary fat dog privileges. I'm not impressed. We all know the major reason Colossus is winning matches is because you stuff him like a pig going to the slaughter house in a few months so you can bring home the bacon. Well Twinkle Dick you’re definitely leading him to the slaughter and I’m hungry for pork chops.
I’m pretty sure we’ve all heard the bible story of David and Goliath so I’m not going to retell it I’m just going to say this is one of those matches. Colossus is a brain dead idiot who is told where to go and what to do. Hulk smash or whatever. He’s got the power so he’s got a head…sorry I was going to make a Dick joke but both Dick and his clients already are big enough jokes I don’t need to. However, he also has a useless partner and he’s going against two which makes things a little more fair.
You like to claim Colossus is the biggest, baddest, toughest motherfucker on the roster but he’s literally just the fattest. I bet you a good titty twister and he’s down on the mat. Funny thing is if he’s so big and bad why hasn’t he moved on to the Anarchy roster huh big guy? Is it because you’re chick shit and too scared to see if he can compete with the big leagues? Ya, you can talk massive shit when you’re facing a roster full of rookies but can you say the same shit against the Anarchy Roster? Matter of fact, can he even win against someone with a brain? Erm, Trent doesn’t count since he did his whole costume change he’s got mad moves. Or I was just really drunk that night. I whisper under my breath making it barley audible.
Ohhhh, OHHHHHH, and let’s not forget it may not be in books but your “monster” did fucking lose you twat waffle. He lost in a match that didn’t even get aired I wonder why probably because you pitched a Dick fit but he DID LOSE! You know what makes it even funnier though that he lost? HE LOST TO A FUCKING LITTLE GIRL! Oh but you’re probably going to say it took a whole team to take him out because no one can take him on his own. I guess it’s a good thing I have Trent and this is a handicap match.
Oh shit, forgot about Maddox. Has anyone herd from his? No? Shrug.
Point is he has lost a match and he’s going to lose another one. You know what, I’d even go so far as to say he’s going to lose his championship when he goes toe toe against Killjoy now that he’s not all boo hoo my pulled shoulder muscle thing or whatever it was. That’s another thing Pencil Dick, your “monster” doesn’t seem to play well with others so how is he going to win a tag team match? YOU GUESSED IT! HE WON’T! He’s fine on his own with a one on one but even if it does take more than one person to take him down you’re looking that those two people who are going to do it.
Boo, get lost.
And Ben Maddox, you’re holding my championship that you won because captain booger decided to up and disappear. Has anyone herd from her since she gave Benny Boy the championship? Not the point, the point is you might have the championship now but you won’t have it for long. Let’s look at your last match where you couldn’t even come off with a clean win, you got to keep the championship out of pure luck. You didn’t even put in the effort you should’ve being a champion and all that shit. No one has heard anything in weeks, come to think of it, maybe someone should go check and make sure Ben is still with us.
You asked for a match ASKED FOR IT and didn’t even bother to put in any work. You literally almost took your whole fucking arms off going Hulk mode on a glass table and you did NOTHING else to show how pissed off you were someone touched your girlfriend. I don’t know dude, if I was Destiny I’d be looking for a replacement dick because if that’s how you get revenge on someone kicking the shit out your girlfriend I’d be ashamed to be that girlfriend. Then again I guess it’s easier to fuck up an inanimate object than it is to fight for your woman’s honor against an actually human being. A lot of rage but a wee bit of masculinity.
Let us not forget that this dum dum didn’t even think he deserved a chance to even be in a championship match. He got lucky! That seems to be a common theme around here, luck, but I digress.
Trent and I can put our differences aside for this match, obviously, but the question is can you two work together? Better yet, will Ben show up?! Find out this week on RISE.
Pathetic.
I leaned forward on the bar and let out a low moan before picking my head up and spinning my finger around a shot glass that sat next to my empty beer bottle. If I wanted to win my match I needed to get over losing to Trent and suck it up like I did after our match. I could kick his ass later.
"We can totally go back to your place if you have the stuff." The stuff. Ha, there wasn't a need for this druggie to cover up the fact she wanted to shoot up since her arm was full of blown veins and puncture marks. Takes a junkie to know and a junkie and there was no way in hell that women wasn't a junkie. "Ya, I got just what you need baby." I could've hurled but that would have been a waste of perfectly good boos. Instead I did the adult thing and turned around to look at the wall behind me.
Shockingly enough I was good at acting sober when I wanted to be. I guess I got that from my birth giver. No, not the old broad who kicked me out and said she gave birth to me. I'm talking about the woman who actually gave birth to me. Long story short I found out a few years back I was adopted, my parents don't know that I know but I know. Actually, I pretty much knew at sixteen that my family wasn't actually my family but it was confirmed when I was eighteen and decided to do a little digging. My actual mother was a druggie who got pregnant with her dealer's kid, aka me. You're probably asking yourself why is this important, what does it have to do with anything? Well, some people want some background so here it is. If you're not interested just wait, I rip our current Rise champions new ones.
So here's the thing, I ended up looking for my biological mom because I knew I was way too different to be my current parents daughter. They were smart and for the most part well put together while I never was. I was always the wild child that didn't listen and while most people would think that's normal, I didn't. It was like I had a little devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear to do the thing I knew I shouldn't. Every now and then I'd give the angel some time to do his thing, kinda like what I did after my match with Trent, but very rarely did I let that happen. My mother was the same.
When I found my bio-mommy dearest she was strung out on god knows what. I asked her if she wanted me to buy her a cup of coffee and maybe a sandwich or a number four at Carl's Jr. Of course she took the bait and we ended up sitting and talking for a bit. She gave me this sad story about how all it took was one hit of meth and she was addicted. She tried to get help many many times but it never actually led to anything. She actually looked shocked when I told her I was her daughter then she was mad I mean BIG mad because why would I look for her. Stupid question because many MANY adopted kids look for their birth mother. Something about wanting answers to why they didn’t keep them and what not. I honestly just wanted to feel better about always fucking up but boy was I wrong to try to find that in some lady who tossed me to the side like a used needle. After talking to her it was a fair question though because I wish I didn't. She told me about how after she found out it was too late for an abortion, thanks ma, and how she tried every drug to kill me while in the womb. When I was born she didn't even want to look at me and was offered a lot of money by my current parents to disappear and never come back into my life. Weird that they paid top dollar for this baby already addicted to every drug under the sun and yet they thought I’d turn out normal. Dumbasses.I spiraled after that and have gone down down down ever since. See, I know I'm a fuck up. I'm the kid nobody wanted but got lucky with the family that took me in except I didn't get lucky. That's another story for a different time because now that druggie from across the bar is barfing like she’s Regan from the Exorcist.
Everyone was freaking out because this dumb bitch mixed too many things in her spoon before coming into the bar. The bartender was already on the phone with 911 and what few people who were at this bar were piled around her. I moaned again and drank whatever else was in front of me before grabbing my jacket and standing up to leave.
“Put her on her side, you dip shits before she chokes on that gas station hotdog again.” I leaned over to the guy she was going to go back with and with a smirk said, “And if I were you I’d either think of a reason there’s a dead junkie in my room OR I wouldn’t give her shit.” I strolled out of the bar smug at that point. Yes I was smug that I knew what to do when someone was overdosing, when you don’t know a lot you take what you can get.
Alright Dick Tinkle, Trickle, whatever I’ll just call you piss drops. I’m going to start with you since you’re the only one with brain cells firing on your team. You’ve probably got a golden dick up your butt right now since Colossus is undefeated and you’re the one holding his leash; you’ve got scary fat dog privileges. I'm not impressed. We all know the major reason Colossus is winning matches is because you stuff him like a pig going to the slaughter house in a few months so you can bring home the bacon. Well Twinkle Dick you’re definitely leading him to the slaughter and I’m hungry for pork chops.
I’m pretty sure we’ve all heard the bible story of David and Goliath so I’m not going to retell it I’m just going to say this is one of those matches. Colossus is a brain dead idiot who is told where to go and what to do. Hulk smash or whatever. He’s got the power so he’s got a head…sorry I was going to make a Dick joke but both Dick and his clients already are big enough jokes I don’t need to. However, he also has a useless partner and he’s going against two which makes things a little more fair.
You like to claim Colossus is the biggest, baddest, toughest motherfucker on the roster but he’s literally just the fattest. I bet you a good titty twister and he’s down on the mat. Funny thing is if he’s so big and bad why hasn’t he moved on to the Anarchy roster huh big guy? Is it because you’re chick shit and too scared to see if he can compete with the big leagues? Ya, you can talk massive shit when you’re facing a roster full of rookies but can you say the same shit against the Anarchy Roster? Matter of fact, can he even win against someone with a brain? Erm, Trent doesn’t count since he did his whole costume change he’s got mad moves. Or I was just really drunk that night. I whisper under my breath making it barley audible.
Ohhhh, OHHHHHH, and let’s not forget it may not be in books but your “monster” did fucking lose you twat waffle. He lost in a match that didn’t even get aired I wonder why probably because you pitched a Dick fit but he DID LOSE! You know what makes it even funnier though that he lost? HE LOST TO A FUCKING LITTLE GIRL! Oh but you’re probably going to say it took a whole team to take him out because no one can take him on his own. I guess it’s a good thing I have Trent and this is a handicap match.
Oh shit, forgot about Maddox. Has anyone herd from his? No? Shrug.
Point is he has lost a match and he’s going to lose another one. You know what, I’d even go so far as to say he’s going to lose his championship when he goes toe toe against Killjoy now that he’s not all boo hoo my pulled shoulder muscle thing or whatever it was. That’s another thing Pencil Dick, your “monster” doesn’t seem to play well with others so how is he going to win a tag team match? YOU GUESSED IT! HE WON’T! He’s fine on his own with a one on one but even if it does take more than one person to take him down you’re looking that those two people who are going to do it.
Boo, get lost.
And Ben Maddox, you’re holding my championship that you won because captain booger decided to up and disappear. Has anyone herd from her since she gave Benny Boy the championship? Not the point, the point is you might have the championship now but you won’t have it for long. Let’s look at your last match where you couldn’t even come off with a clean win, you got to keep the championship out of pure luck. You didn’t even put in the effort you should’ve being a champion and all that shit. No one has heard anything in weeks, come to think of it, maybe someone should go check and make sure Ben is still with us.
You asked for a match ASKED FOR IT and didn’t even bother to put in any work. You literally almost took your whole fucking arms off going Hulk mode on a glass table and you did NOTHING else to show how pissed off you were someone touched your girlfriend. I don’t know dude, if I was Destiny I’d be looking for a replacement dick because if that’s how you get revenge on someone kicking the shit out your girlfriend I’d be ashamed to be that girlfriend. Then again I guess it’s easier to fuck up an inanimate object than it is to fight for your woman’s honor against an actually human being. A lot of rage but a wee bit of masculinity.
Let us not forget that this dum dum didn’t even think he deserved a chance to even be in a championship match. He got lucky! That seems to be a common theme around here, luck, but I digress.
Trent and I can put our differences aside for this match, obviously, but the question is can you two work together? Better yet, will Ben show up?! Find out this week on RISE.
