Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 20:54:33 GMT
“Around the bend, again and again.
Does anyone ever get a fucking chance to sleep anymore?
It doesn’t seem like it, not being me, at least. I feel like every night I’m tossing and turning for three hours until I pop up and catch a red-eye to whichever state, country, continent, whatever i’m wrestling in next. In the last month, I globetrotted harder than I’ve ever globetrotted before. Some will call this success, others will call it desperation.
Me? I call it keeping food on the table.
It’s why, despite a shameful month here, I’ve opted to swing on back through Infinite Pro Wrestling and try my hand at some of the pricks who call this place home. I’m lined up with a seemingly rough bastard with an awful name-sorry, Tommy Hate, but LK ain’t gonna hold her tongue around you-against a royal and some other stupid prick. I’m assuming this is a showcase, meant to get us back in the minds of many before the Royal Crown Rumble, but I’m gonna take it for what it is-a resting point, and a way to get some steam out heading into yet another absurdly heavy weekend.
So is the life of a Brick Shithouse like myself.
Aren-you and I both are quite the disappointments, aren’t we? We’re both coming off heavy losses against one Finn Wakefield elsewhere, both contending for the same belt and both falling short of keeping our grip on it against that technical spider. You and I are similar in that sense, but different in pretty much every other. I feel like I hear your name whispered in hallowed halls, especially your escapades with my boy Matt Miles, one of your old friends, eh? I know you’re someone to be reckoned with, anyone who can nearly put Finn away is, but I can’t deny that I want a bit of a taste for myself, a bit of a war to see how strong you really are. You’ve already got a form of mystique attached to your name, don’t you? You and that companion of yours travel around and do what you do, something I can’t relate to, but what I can is the want to get what you have.
And I’m gonna take it by taking your fucking head off.
You, at least, I have some respect for. My sincerest sympathies for your misfortune of partnering with your partner there, someone who appears to be more vain and self-centered than I thought possible. I can’t even say much about Stefan because, really, what is there to say? I’ll probably leave him to the hateful bastard I’m partnered with, I’m not wasting my time facing off with someone who can’t be fucked to give the barest impression of who they are. You, Aren, are my target, and the rest of the individuals in this match can be fodder for the feeder for all I fucking care.
Like I said-I’m a busy woman, and this is just a means to an end. An appearance so I don’t get fined or further dumped into obscurity in the depths of this company. I have my eyes set dead ahead at my next bit of gold, and this won’t get me much closer even if the Royal Crown implies a deeper and heavier importance on this match. I’ll take what I can get while i’m here, but let’s not fault one another for seeking something much, much greater.
We all want that glory ahead, no matter what it fucking takes.”
Does anyone ever get a fucking chance to sleep anymore?
It doesn’t seem like it, not being me, at least. I feel like every night I’m tossing and turning for three hours until I pop up and catch a red-eye to whichever state, country, continent, whatever i’m wrestling in next. In the last month, I globetrotted harder than I’ve ever globetrotted before. Some will call this success, others will call it desperation.
Me? I call it keeping food on the table.
It’s why, despite a shameful month here, I’ve opted to swing on back through Infinite Pro Wrestling and try my hand at some of the pricks who call this place home. I’m lined up with a seemingly rough bastard with an awful name-sorry, Tommy Hate, but LK ain’t gonna hold her tongue around you-against a royal and some other stupid prick. I’m assuming this is a showcase, meant to get us back in the minds of many before the Royal Crown Rumble, but I’m gonna take it for what it is-a resting point, and a way to get some steam out heading into yet another absurdly heavy weekend.
So is the life of a Brick Shithouse like myself.
Aren-you and I both are quite the disappointments, aren’t we? We’re both coming off heavy losses against one Finn Wakefield elsewhere, both contending for the same belt and both falling short of keeping our grip on it against that technical spider. You and I are similar in that sense, but different in pretty much every other. I feel like I hear your name whispered in hallowed halls, especially your escapades with my boy Matt Miles, one of your old friends, eh? I know you’re someone to be reckoned with, anyone who can nearly put Finn away is, but I can’t deny that I want a bit of a taste for myself, a bit of a war to see how strong you really are. You’ve already got a form of mystique attached to your name, don’t you? You and that companion of yours travel around and do what you do, something I can’t relate to, but what I can is the want to get what you have.
And I’m gonna take it by taking your fucking head off.
You, at least, I have some respect for. My sincerest sympathies for your misfortune of partnering with your partner there, someone who appears to be more vain and self-centered than I thought possible. I can’t even say much about Stefan because, really, what is there to say? I’ll probably leave him to the hateful bastard I’m partnered with, I’m not wasting my time facing off with someone who can’t be fucked to give the barest impression of who they are. You, Aren, are my target, and the rest of the individuals in this match can be fodder for the feeder for all I fucking care.
Like I said-I’m a busy woman, and this is just a means to an end. An appearance so I don’t get fined or further dumped into obscurity in the depths of this company. I have my eyes set dead ahead at my next bit of gold, and this won’t get me much closer even if the Royal Crown implies a deeper and heavier importance on this match. I’ll take what I can get while i’m here, but let’s not fault one another for seeking something much, much greater.
We all want that glory ahead, no matter what it fucking takes.”