Post by Your HIGHness on Apr 28, 2016 23:49:37 GMT
Sativa sits down after turning on a camera. She is sitting in a nondescript locker room. Her long, slender fingers steepled before her lips. She sucks in her lips and lets them make an audible smack before addressing the camera.
“The final days before all twenty-four teams meet in Japan. A one-night tournament for the GPC tag team titles. A night where the victors will stand tall after four grueling matches. This twenty-four team event is the showcase that evening. Teams from all over the world will gather to find out who stands as the best.
“There are many teams that should stand out. First among the list is my team with Bryan Williams, the New Paradigm. Obviously, we are going to be the team that comes out on top. Because, why wouldn't two successful tag team wrestlers team be the best one out of the bunch? Honestly, which team in this thing stands a chance against us?”
Sativa lowers her hands and raises an eyebrow.
“The assassins? Which fucking ones? Oh, wait, one is original because they are also fucking mimes. I... Fucking what?! Mime assassins? What the fuck is this, some failed pitch for the new Indiana Jones villain? The best we could hope for from their meeting is all four people break their necks and we are spared from seeing either shit team again.
“Any other good enough team to take us down in this thing? Ya know there are really only a handful of people in this thing that are worth mentioning. If I don't mention you then that means you are a worthless, threat-less, talent-less, cum sucking douche canoes.
“Lets address the elephant in the room then shall we? Four Cee Dub has a lot of representatives in this thing. Out of the multiple people, they decided to send only a couple rank anywhere on my radar. The obvious one would be none other than Jett Wilder.
“Where does one begin with it comes to that mama's boy? Would it be his delusion that he has bested me, ever? Well, news flash fuck boy, you have never beat or bested me. EVER. We have only ever been involved in one match together. One fucking match. A match I won, I might add. So technically and officially speaking, I'm better than him. He might think he has gotten over on me but that's what happens when you are as huge of a mama's boy. To steal an insult from Full Medal Jacket; 'The best part of Jett ran down the crack of his momma's ass and left a brown stain on the sheet..'
“Next, from that shit stain promotion would be Jason Cashe. The only person from there that I have any modicum of liking or respect for. He has put in work whenever I have seen him in that ring. Sure he has his flaws and his moments, we all do. Hell, I used to sell weed to that guy. His one major flaw, though? Pairing up with that worthless piece of shit Tommy Knox. He is some washed up never was that turned into nothing more than a glorified bitch for the Four Cee Dub locker room.
“You wanted a soda from the catering table? Call Knox. You want coke or heroine? Knox. You want a back or foot massage? Knox again. Need a little man on man lovin? You guessed it, Knox. That failed nobody doesn't deserve to be in a ring let alone the potential to be in one with the likes of myself and Bryan.
“Lastly from both Four Cee Double ewe and also from New Japan Fighting Championship we have the Davidsons. Tara I have no real beef with, her 'husband,' Jason, on the other hand? That fuck and I have some major unfinished business. I sincerely hope that we get to eliminate them from the tournament. That would be the ultimate 'fuck you' to him and his fucking ego. He cost me a lot last year and this year I plan on making it my goal to get my revenge.”
Sativa looks around the room. Her eyes darting around, unfocused as if searching for something only she can see. Her left hand comes back up to her lips with her trusty vape pen. She takes a long drag off of it, exhaling the smoke like a dragon before continuing.
“Now, the only other person who is worthy of my time and efforts to waste breath on would be one Johnny Blowjobber, I mean Bonecrusher. Everyone's favorite potato dwarf. This pile of shit has done nothing but run his cock sucker and threaten me the entire time we have known about each other. He even so far as came into the company I was working in to threaten me and issue challenges. The second I spoke his name that piss stain of a coward took off never to be heard from again. Until Bryan and I signed up for this thing. Then I have to deal with the unpleasantness of hearing his voice and seeing his ugly as fuck face. Upside to this? I finally get to give that miserable cock gobbler what he deserves. My foot shoved so far up his ass I can kick him in the fucking jaw.
"Every other team or person I didn't address? Well, they all can...
"GET FUCKED!!”
Sativa grins at the camera. She stares at it for a few moments, her grin morphing into a sly, knowing smirk. She then gets up and leans towards the camera as the scene goes black.
“The final days before all twenty-four teams meet in Japan. A one-night tournament for the GPC tag team titles. A night where the victors will stand tall after four grueling matches. This twenty-four team event is the showcase that evening. Teams from all over the world will gather to find out who stands as the best.
“There are many teams that should stand out. First among the list is my team with Bryan Williams, the New Paradigm. Obviously, we are going to be the team that comes out on top. Because, why wouldn't two successful tag team wrestlers team be the best one out of the bunch? Honestly, which team in this thing stands a chance against us?”
Sativa lowers her hands and raises an eyebrow.
“The assassins? Which fucking ones? Oh, wait, one is original because they are also fucking mimes. I... Fucking what?! Mime assassins? What the fuck is this, some failed pitch for the new Indiana Jones villain? The best we could hope for from their meeting is all four people break their necks and we are spared from seeing either shit team again.
“Any other good enough team to take us down in this thing? Ya know there are really only a handful of people in this thing that are worth mentioning. If I don't mention you then that means you are a worthless, threat-less, talent-less, cum sucking douche canoes.
“Lets address the elephant in the room then shall we? Four Cee Dub has a lot of representatives in this thing. Out of the multiple people, they decided to send only a couple rank anywhere on my radar. The obvious one would be none other than Jett Wilder.
“Where does one begin with it comes to that mama's boy? Would it be his delusion that he has bested me, ever? Well, news flash fuck boy, you have never beat or bested me. EVER. We have only ever been involved in one match together. One fucking match. A match I won, I might add. So technically and officially speaking, I'm better than him. He might think he has gotten over on me but that's what happens when you are as huge of a mama's boy. To steal an insult from Full Medal Jacket; 'The best part of Jett ran down the crack of his momma's ass and left a brown stain on the sheet..'
“Next, from that shit stain promotion would be Jason Cashe. The only person from there that I have any modicum of liking or respect for. He has put in work whenever I have seen him in that ring. Sure he has his flaws and his moments, we all do. Hell, I used to sell weed to that guy. His one major flaw, though? Pairing up with that worthless piece of shit Tommy Knox. He is some washed up never was that turned into nothing more than a glorified bitch for the Four Cee Dub locker room.
“You wanted a soda from the catering table? Call Knox. You want coke or heroine? Knox. You want a back or foot massage? Knox again. Need a little man on man lovin? You guessed it, Knox. That failed nobody doesn't deserve to be in a ring let alone the potential to be in one with the likes of myself and Bryan.
“Lastly from both Four Cee Double ewe and also from New Japan Fighting Championship we have the Davidsons. Tara I have no real beef with, her 'husband,' Jason, on the other hand? That fuck and I have some major unfinished business. I sincerely hope that we get to eliminate them from the tournament. That would be the ultimate 'fuck you' to him and his fucking ego. He cost me a lot last year and this year I plan on making it my goal to get my revenge.”
Sativa looks around the room. Her eyes darting around, unfocused as if searching for something only she can see. Her left hand comes back up to her lips with her trusty vape pen. She takes a long drag off of it, exhaling the smoke like a dragon before continuing.
“Now, the only other person who is worthy of my time and efforts to waste breath on would be one Johnny Blowjobber, I mean Bonecrusher. Everyone's favorite potato dwarf. This pile of shit has done nothing but run his cock sucker and threaten me the entire time we have known about each other. He even so far as came into the company I was working in to threaten me and issue challenges. The second I spoke his name that piss stain of a coward took off never to be heard from again. Until Bryan and I signed up for this thing. Then I have to deal with the unpleasantness of hearing his voice and seeing his ugly as fuck face. Upside to this? I finally get to give that miserable cock gobbler what he deserves. My foot shoved so far up his ass I can kick him in the fucking jaw.
"Every other team or person I didn't address? Well, they all can...
"GET FUCKED!!”
Sativa grins at the camera. She stares at it for a few moments, her grin morphing into a sly, knowing smirk. She then gets up and leans towards the camera as the scene goes black.
