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The Wretched Nobody
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« on: July 11, 2016, 02:33:16 pm » |
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We see the arena lights flicker - and for an instant, Jason King stands there face to face with The Wretched Nobody, then just as suddenly he's left alone with his guard up as Grace walks out into view rubbing her temples as if taking care of a headache. She reaches into her pocket and begins tossing tampons out into the crowd.
::Grace Brutal:: My GOD! Don't you realise that there are enough people to hate in the world already, without your putting in so much effort to give us another? And Fans… come on… you pay Good Hard Earned Money and THIS is what WWG feeds you? Can’t you just eat dog **** at home for free!? Seriously people, Will someone ram one of those up this festering **** and make him stop oozing all over the **** arena? I mean THIS... THIS is what you people choose to cheer now? I swear, God himself must be buying you fuckers off like Oprah and **** "Everybody, Everybody... look under your seats" - and when you do it's just a three by five card that reads "Gimme dem cheers an' I suck Yo Dick, MAN! Sincerely; Jason King". I mean call me old fashioned, because... well... people lie all the time - but it USE to be that you had to have some fact checking, mic skill and you didn't need to have paid plants in the audience to get over here.... now apparently a crowbar, some cash coated cheer starters and a lot of self indulgent bitching is all it takes to get a shot at the title? Well **** me running - I may as well just pack up all the actual Talent in this place and walk the **** on because this **** is just turning into day time soap opera with less violence when people like this nut juggling thunder queer over there gets the limelight!
Like... honestly, seriously... I'm down with this whole "Hashtag - Black Lives Matter" movement and **** - I love a good bit of hash as much as the next degenerate nymphomaniac with a monster by her side - but you? You're useless no matter what colour your momma made ya! I mean you're questioning who The Wretched Nobody is to be in this match? Who are YOU to be in this match? He's held More Titles - WAY LONGER than you have! He's Been here longer than a couple of the titles you even held, you pathetically ignorant hipster ****!
He's been world champion more times - and SUCCESSFULLY defended it more often than you EVER DID in that joke you dared call a title run! And yet you come out here and act like you're a something special?
You're something alright, Jason... You're a Sad Little ****... you'd be getting a **** promotion, if I said you were a flash in the pan. You're a whiney, simple little **** shiner who just happened to land at a time when social media made you a "darling" well guess what - Darling is nothing but another endearing term for Helpless, Brain Dead Cunts who can't fend for themselves. Well I'm sure your knight in shining armour will come along to dent your prostate and inflate your ego eventually.... but for right now - I'm here so you best put your ego in a bunker, motherfucker because Mama's got some hate to hang on you!
Week, after Week, after LORD HELP US ALL - YET ANOTHER WEEK! You come out and tout yourself for how amazing you are... dude... we've had people who have held the World Championship and Retired - and STILL had that **** strap longer than you did. No one wants to hear a grown man cry, and I'm sure that somehow relates to you too even though I've seen a biological waste bag will with the aftermath of a Hysterectomy that had more testosterone in it than you have. You're a sorry excuse for a man - and a worse example of a champion. So why don't YOU shut your loud, obnoxious, stupid **** mouth and just appreciate the fact that political correctness and social media trends are about all that is driving your entire career right now.
Need proof? The greatest champion this company ever had - the man who won the title more often, and held it longer than anyone, of any era this company has ever had... would, in every instance he lost his title... go to the bottom of the ranks and fight his way back to the top. His name was Scott Carr, and although you won't believe it - because you're severely racist and he's Caucasian... He's one hundred fold the competitor you could ever hope to be, just like My Wretch. You've been given a rematch immediately - mostly because no one really wants to hear you whine anymore - but you're standing there, wondering why someone who deserves a title shot twice as much as you do, is FINALLY getting one. And man, quit showing all your idiot to everybody. Wretched wasn’t champion Years ago, he was champion last fall. He hasn’t even been without that belt for a year, much less being without any belt for a year.
So why don’t you act like The Perfect Storm, accept the fact that your fifteen minutes of fame is about fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds gone - just so you can realize that you don’t even have enough popularity left to score a three count… just… Don't feel bad - a lot of people in that ring right now have no talent, and you're all of them! I mean... I don't mind you talking so much, as long as you don't mind me, not listening. But some advice from a woman who has physically held that title longer than you even had the chance to, would be; Grasp your ears firmly and pull; you might just be able to remove your head from you ass…. And then you’ll see exactly how **** you are, come Time to Shine!
The swirling mixed reaction from the crowd Boos mixed with a familiar sentiment that Grace herself has repeated many a time to plenty of unfortunate souls who’ve come to find out how right she is. Soon the cult-like following Nobody has earned over his tenure in WWG begin to overthrow the simpletons who only see the black and white - the fools who believe good will always triumph over evil, and that “Good Men” are the ones who proclaim themselves to be without foundation in their actions. The truest of WWG’s fans, the lifers - they begin to voice their opinions loud and clear and that old familiarly wicked smile creeps across Grace’s face as she playfully fistbumps to the rhythm of their ravings.
Her insanely sadistic smile is almost as infectious as the impeccable ability this woman has had to infuriate the competition and fire up the crowd. Jason may stand in the ring looking upon what he considers a bleach blond nuisance, but what we all know, is he’s oblivious to the fact that he’s looking at the most masterful Champion Maker in WWG’s entire existence. In one sentence, all Jason’s months of work, and trying to endear himself are all spoiled as she turns the crowd on him.
::Grace Brutal::GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD!
Grace laughs manically, doubling herself over as Jason rolls his eyes at her shenanigans and the frustration of having to hear her manipulative, antagonistic and all too infuriating words.
::Grace Brutal::Awwwww, come on it’s not that bad… I mean “God” might be a useless character device and nickname anymore… but you could go on and be like… I don’t know - OH! J.K. Tampax! Because you’re just some Stuck Up ****!
Grace’s beautiful blue eyes dance over Jason as we can see he’s unhappy with her being out here, especially carrying on the way she is. And it’s then - then she goes for the throat. We all know Grace is willing to take the low road to enrage a person, but this… albeit pertinent to popular culture - is something even Jason King couldn’t have seen coming. Grace pulls out her cell phone and aims it at the ring.
::Grace Brutal::Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and keep TRYING to like you? Why don’t you just realize - anything you can do on that stick, I can do better. And anything you think you’re capable of inside that ring - Wretch HAS and WILL do better than you. So just lets pretend pop-culture means something for a minute, let’s just accept that equality can be a real thing… it just means that all people, from all walks of life are equally as entitled to act as self-righteous and cold hearted as you do and entirely free to say things like - “put the microphone down, Madame... before somebody in the crowd thinks they see this pretty, blonde haired, blue eyed, Porcelain skinned white lady being put in peril and calls up some crooked cops to tell them you have something dangerous in your hand." - Or Don't... that would be better, for everybody else... especially Moi! I've already got my camera loaded up on my iPhone... so I can go get myself a million hits on Youtube when I post the viral video of your sorry ass being shot dead!
I'm sick and tired of your fancifully fictional bullshit, son - If you want to have a real fight, Then Go Fight your dad for a Paternity tes-
With that, Grace’s microphone is cut off, so with great amusement - Grace holds the microphone down by her crotch, with the windscreen towards him - mouthing the words “Suck My Dick!” as she laughs at him.
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