Meet My Monster: Dick Trickle Addresses A Toxic Barbie
Oct 21, 2023 21:33:23 GMT -5
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Post by colossus on Oct 21, 2023 21:33:23 GMT -5
The big man sat in the kitchen of the extended stay hotel they booked for their trip to Texas. He was in a 5x white tee and a pair of shorts, sandals on his feet even though he was inside. Stained plates sat around him, and red-solo cups littered the table and the floor. 24 bottles of Mr. Pibb Extra hid the linoleum flooring of the kitchen, and lime green Mello-Yello dripped off the edges of the counter.
The kitchen was a mess, but he didn’t seem phased by it.
In his massive hands was a barbie doll. An original Barbie, with long, flowing blonde hair and shapely, yet plastic, legs. He stroked her hair gently, as gently as he is capable of being, and a soft smile broke across his normally stern face.
Barbie was wearing Toxicita’s ring attire.
“Blondie pretty”, his words were almost a grunt. “I like blondies.”
Somewhere under the foothills of filth, a cell phone rang. He didn’t seem phased. He continued to stroke the hair of the small doll that looked even smaller in his massive hands.
The phone rang again, and again, and again.
Colossus burped, and decided he needed to use the bathroom. He stood up, setting the Toxic Barbie on the disgusting table.
Just as he was about to pick up the phone, after shoving a few pizza boxes and some take out crates to the side, the hotel door slammed open. In the doorway was a furious Dick Trickle.
“Would it kill you to answer your fucking phone?!”
“Sorry. Blondie pretty.”
Dick took a few deep breaths, and then his voice got calmer. He walked over and patted the big man on the back.
“You know I am hard on you because I love you, right? I was concerned that you had a medical emergency or something in here. Or fell asleep before our big night! I have a fun activity for you and I wanted to make sure you were awake for it.”
The big man tilted his head. “FUN. GAME?”
“Yes.”
Dick whipped out his cell and sent a text. About a minute later, three beautiful blonde women entered the disgustingly cluttered extended stay room. They all were blonde, in great shape, and every single one had on Toxicita ring gear.
The big man’s eyes go wide!
“BLONDIES PRETTY!”
The girls looked around the room. One of them bit their lip.
“How much is he paying us for this?”
“This is fucking gross.”
Dick looks at the big man.
“As you know, this is a Three Strikes You’re Out Match. In order to beat this blonde bimbo on Halloween, you have to pin her, submit her, then knock her out. IN THAT ORDER. If the chain of events is broken, you need to start all over again.”
The big man nods, not taking his eyes off the three blonde escorts hired to look like his opponent.
“So what I need you to do, big guy, is practice. Practice makes perfect. No champion ever stayed champion without practice.”
“Blondie……..”
The girl's eyes went wide as they realized what he meant by that after hearing the match description.
One of them tried to run to the door, but Dick tripped her. She stumbled and fell. He stepped over her and locked the door.
“Ladies…..I paid a pretty penny for you to keep my monster company for the evening. Surely you wouldn’t want me leaving a terrible review on your company’s page…..”
One of the girls went to slap him but the big man grabbed her wrist.
“BARBIE BAD!”
He picked her up and scoop slammed her onto the hard hotel floor. She cried out and held her lower back.
“He didn’t want to have to do that to you. But like his opponent at TCM, you just couldn’t help yourself. Now, you’re going to learn why they call him the baddest man in the business.”
He looks at the girl, then at Dick. Dick nods. Colossus is hesitant.
“Do it!”
He doesn’t know if he should.
“Do it or no Golden Corral for a month!"
He roars and leg drops the girl. Her entire upper body is practically engulfed by his ass and leg.
Dick loosens his tie and slides down. He gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The big man remains on the now motionless girl.
One of the other escorts runs over and jumps on his back, racking for the eyes, trying to pry him off her friend and coworker. Dick grabs her by the hair and pulls her back. She winces and lets go. He shoves her into the clutches of Colossus who immediately wraps a big arm around her throat and head.
“Barbie pretty!”
He begins to stroke her hair, but because his arm is so thick the girl is struggling to get her breath. Eventually, as he pets her hair, she goes limp in his arm. He continues to stroke her hair and whisper sweet nothings.
The third girl, knowing she was next, tried to run towards the door. In her panic, she trips over the leg of the girl under Colossus. She stumbles and hits her head on the nightstand, knocking herself out.
Dick looks at the three unconscious Toxicita replicas.
“You did it big man. Just like you’re going to do at Straders house! And afterwards, we will go get Ice Cream. A BIG one. Everything is bigger in Texas!”
“Can Barbie come?”
Colossus gets up and walks over to the table where his Barbie doll was.
“I hate to break it to ya, big guy, but she called you fat and stupid.”
“SHE WHAT!”
“Yep. A fat fucking slob. A stupid one too.”
“BARBIE BAD!”
He ripped the head off the doll and threw it.
Dick smiled.
“It’s okay buddy. She won’t be talking soon. She won’t be talking at all. Let’s go get something to eat. I think that Chinese spot down the street is still open.”
They step over the Toxic Barbies and leave the room, into the warm Texas air.
Toxic Barbie, pinned, submitted, knocked out cold.
Headless.
“Line em up, knock em down. Next up? Some dumb bitch who weighs less than one of Colossus’s thighs thinking she has any claim to victory in this match. I haven’t laughed this hard in quite some time. It’s like if Porn Hub had a “Great Value” section. Is this what is supposed to be attractive these days, this Dollar Store Lizzie MaGuire? If Dakota fanning had a baby with Rocky Dennis, she’d be that child’s first solid turd. This is who we are supposed to be afraid of? This feel good story that was given a World Title match because the RISE roster has deteriorated like a late stage AIDS patient and suddenly everyone wants to buy the Toxicita collectors cups? Why do we have the incessant need in this country to cater to the less fortunate? Why do consumers ALWAYS choose the wrong one? You don’t see Colossus Cups, Colossus tee shirts, Colossus replica masks……….no, the merch tables are stocked to the brim with the pretty blonde face with the silicone rack and brain the size of a pea. It used to annoy me, now I find it comical. She needs you all to get behind her, to push her, to give her that last bit of adrenaline……….
Before Colossus kicks her head square off her pretty shoulders.
She sells merchandise, Colossus wins titles.
You see Tox, there are levels to this game. I appreciate the spunk, I do, but at the end of the day it’s a Shih Tzu battling a Cane Corso. You can yap and yap and yap all you want and get these brainless fucks who changed their entire cable packages to be able to watch this drab every Sunday Night to get behind you, but you’re no different than anyone else. Do you think you’re the first one who wants to beat them all? That is and should be the goal of anyone who laces a pair of boots, but because you bat those eyelashes and flip your hair when you say it you have these incels practically licking their TV screens….
"SHES GONNA DO IT GUYS!”
She’s pathetic, and so are all of you.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre, taking place at the Strader Estate, is going to get a lot of eyes on the product. It is going to bring in an audience that wouldn’t normally get to see us. Every triumph and every failure will be on full display, so when when my monster squashes you like a cockroach in front of millions of viewers…….maybe then Britlyn will realize where her marketing money should be going.
You’re not a champion, you’re a charity case.
You’re a 2D face with a 1D personality, a set of C cups and some hair dye. You’re literally the reason blonde jokes still exist. You should be thanking Brittlyn and licking her Christian Louboutin's that you’re even considered for such a prestige loss. Hell, she would given it to Trent Kiljoy AGAIN but he’s too busy looking for his balls to be bothered with a wrestling match.
Plus, been there, destroyed that.
This match is an act of brutality, nothing more, nothing less. Three Strikes, You’re Out. Do you honestly think that if you’re lucky enough to score a fluke pin fall, that you’ll be able to make a man literally four times your size submit, then knock them unconscious? This match is set up for your failure but you’re too stupid to play the hero card and embrace being the underdog….instead you go tough bitch. Chose the scenic rout, eh?
AT&T could run fiber cable under all that foundation, yet you still seem to think the ‘Mean Girls on a Meth Binge’ look is enough to get you by with marginal in ring talent? Maybe you really are Toxic. Toxic to your own well being.
So please, come to Texas. Come be the horror movie victim trope you were born to be and soak up the attention you so desperately crave. Come and and give it your A game, suffer another loss, and go back to the end of the of the line with your tail between your legs. This will be a wake up call for you. An epiphany. You’re not in the same universe as my monster, and without a shadow of a doubt, Halloween Night, he’s going to prove that.”
“Line em up, knock em down. Next up? Some dumb bitch who weighs less than one of Colossus’s thighs thinking she has any claim to victory in this match. I haven’t laughed this hard in quite some time. It’s like if Porn Hub had a “Great Value” section. Is this what is supposed to be attractive these days, this Dollar Store Lizzie MaGuire? If Dakota fanning had a baby with Rocky Dennis, she’d be that child’s first solid turd. This is who we are supposed to be afraid of? This feel good story that was given a World Title match because the RISE roster has deteriorated like a late stage AIDS patient and suddenly everyone wants to buy the Toxicita collectors cups? Why do we have the incessant need in this country to cater to the less fortunate? Why do consumers ALWAYS choose the wrong one? You don’t see Colossus Cups, Colossus tee shirts, Colossus replica masks……….no, the merch tables are stocked to the brim with the pretty blonde face with the silicone rack and brain the size of a pea. It used to annoy me, now I find it comical. She needs you all to get behind her, to push her, to give her that last bit of adrenaline……….
Before Colossus kicks her head square off her pretty shoulders.
She sells merchandise, Colossus wins titles.
You see Tox, there are levels to this game. I appreciate the spunk, I do, but at the end of the day it’s a Shih Tzu battling a Cane Corso. You can yap and yap and yap all you want and get these brainless fucks who changed their entire cable packages to be able to watch this drab every Sunday Night to get behind you, but you’re no different than anyone else. Do you think you’re the first one who wants to beat them all? That is and should be the goal of anyone who laces a pair of boots, but because you bat those eyelashes and flip your hair when you say it you have these incels practically licking their TV screens….
"SHES GONNA DO IT GUYS!”
She’s pathetic, and so are all of you.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre, taking place at the Strader Estate, is going to get a lot of eyes on the product. It is going to bring in an audience that wouldn’t normally get to see us. Every triumph and every failure will be on full display, so when when my monster squashes you like a cockroach in front of millions of viewers…….maybe then Britlyn will realize where her marketing money should be going.
You’re not a champion, you’re a charity case.
You’re a 2D face with a 1D personality, a set of C cups and some hair dye. You’re literally the reason blonde jokes still exist. You should be thanking Brittlyn and licking her Christian Louboutin's that you’re even considered for such a prestige loss. Hell, she would given it to Trent Kiljoy AGAIN but he’s too busy looking for his balls to be bothered with a wrestling match.
Plus, been there, destroyed that.
This match is an act of brutality, nothing more, nothing less. Three Strikes, You’re Out. Do you honestly think that if you’re lucky enough to score a fluke pin fall, that you’ll be able to make a man literally four times your size submit, then knock them unconscious? This match is set up for your failure but you’re too stupid to play the hero card and embrace being the underdog….instead you go tough bitch. Chose the scenic rout, eh?
AT&T could run fiber cable under all that foundation, yet you still seem to think the ‘Mean Girls on a Meth Binge’ look is enough to get you by with marginal in ring talent? Maybe you really are Toxic. Toxic to your own well being.
So please, come to Texas. Come be the horror movie victim trope you were born to be and soak up the attention you so desperately crave. Come and and give it your A game, suffer another loss, and go back to the end of the of the line with your tail between your legs. This will be a wake up call for you. An epiphany. You’re not in the same universe as my monster, and without a shadow of a doubt, Halloween Night, he’s going to prove that.”