Post by Addison Stockton on Apr 26, 2023 15:56:02 GMT
We hear a beautiful female voice speaking in a hushed, yet methodical tone, "Welcome to hell. I will be your tour guide on a walk through the underworld."
The camera panned out to reveal the voice was coming from me. Hi. I am Addison Stockton and I am the newest addition to CULT. I watched one episode and was hooked. I knew this was the place for me. I smirked as I spoke in my tour guide tone. "If you look to your left you will see the mangled bodies of the damned. These are the people in CULT who I see as not worth mentioning. I won't even begin to speculate that they may have a shot in this match. Honestly there are very few people I am worried about in my debut. Shall we continue?"
The proverbial bus keeps moving as we see a pretty wax figure of, what looks like, Junko Souma burning. I smirked as I continued. "Junko Souma, you are someone who came into the Killdozer Cup and impressed so you are out to do it again. I am here to expose you. I don't buy this whole Yakuza narrative that you are pushing. One look at you and you know what I see? A coward. You hide behind a proverbial mask. I'm going to rip that mask away and reveal the true you. The true embodiment of irrelevance. What I do to you at Heaven Sent is to be perceived as a warning to the whole damn roster."
I smirked as I ran a gloved hand along the lips of another figure. The camera zoomed out to show it was Azurine Vebbins. I laughed as I spoke. "Hey there Azzy. Today's special holiday is End of the Road day. End of the road as in this is where you stop pretending to be a wrestler. I've been to Velvet Rabbit. You are a hell of an entertainer but you shouldn't be in the ring. You should never wrestle again and, if I have my way, at Heaven Sent I will make sure you never do again."
We cut away to reveal it was all a dream and I sat up in my bed. My tank top had repositioned in my sleep. I fixed it before sitting all the way up. No free peeps for you pervs out there. Get a life. I shook my head as I placed my feet on the floor. I okstood up and made my way downstairs. I yawned as I hadn't been sleeping much lately. Since signing with CU:LT I had wondered what would happen. The answer to that question was insomnia. Insomnia is what happens. It's ok though. The thought of winning the battle royal and stepping in the ring with Lissie Hope or Johnny Bacchus has me feeling giddy. To be able to step between the ropes with greatness like that is why we are all here. We are here to be great and we can't be great without the hardware to prove it. Why were people like Lissie popular? The answer is simple. Championships. If I wanted to start being great it had to begin immediately and it had to begin at Heaven Sent.
Did I really think I needed to win the whole damn thing to be great? No. I had to have a good showing. I couldn't be the first one eliminated. I had to make it to the back half of the field to prove that I belonged in a place like this. To prove to Casanova English that I had what it takes to make a statement in CU:LT. I had to prove I had staying power and selling power. Quite simply put, I had to make him a lot of money. Sure, my looks could help with that but, the fact is, that would only get me so far in a cutthroat place like CU:LT. I had to make a living on my skills. I had to prove I was more than just tits and ass. I had to prove I had skills.
If I wasn't at home drinking wine or coffee, depending on the day and time, I was in the gym. I was toning and getting stronger. The camera panned to show me doing some bicep curls as I looked up at my poster of Lissie Hope. Her biceps, triceps, her leg muscles all so perfect.
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"Come on Addison. How are you going to stop Lissie or Johnny if you have no muscles. Keep fucking going. Win the battle royal and prove your worth!"
I smirked as I kept lifting weights. I was determined to get to the right body to give these people what they deserved. I was ready for everyone in my way to be put to rest as I went on to my destiny and what I was made for. I was truly Heaven Sent and Casanova English would see that. He would know he was in a war just like the rest of the idiots in the match. Addison Stockton was prepared for war.
The camera panned out to reveal the voice was coming from me. Hi. I am Addison Stockton and I am the newest addition to CULT. I watched one episode and was hooked. I knew this was the place for me. I smirked as I spoke in my tour guide tone. "If you look to your left you will see the mangled bodies of the damned. These are the people in CULT who I see as not worth mentioning. I won't even begin to speculate that they may have a shot in this match. Honestly there are very few people I am worried about in my debut. Shall we continue?"
The proverbial bus keeps moving as we see a pretty wax figure of, what looks like, Junko Souma burning. I smirked as I continued. "Junko Souma, you are someone who came into the Killdozer Cup and impressed so you are out to do it again. I am here to expose you. I don't buy this whole Yakuza narrative that you are pushing. One look at you and you know what I see? A coward. You hide behind a proverbial mask. I'm going to rip that mask away and reveal the true you. The true embodiment of irrelevance. What I do to you at Heaven Sent is to be perceived as a warning to the whole damn roster."
I smirked as I ran a gloved hand along the lips of another figure. The camera zoomed out to show it was Azurine Vebbins. I laughed as I spoke. "Hey there Azzy. Today's special holiday is End of the Road day. End of the road as in this is where you stop pretending to be a wrestler. I've been to Velvet Rabbit. You are a hell of an entertainer but you shouldn't be in the ring. You should never wrestle again and, if I have my way, at Heaven Sent I will make sure you never do again."
We cut away to reveal it was all a dream and I sat up in my bed. My tank top had repositioned in my sleep. I fixed it before sitting all the way up. No free peeps for you pervs out there. Get a life. I shook my head as I placed my feet on the floor. I okstood up and made my way downstairs. I yawned as I hadn't been sleeping much lately. Since signing with CU:LT I had wondered what would happen. The answer to that question was insomnia. Insomnia is what happens. It's ok though. The thought of winning the battle royal and stepping in the ring with Lissie Hope or Johnny Bacchus has me feeling giddy. To be able to step between the ropes with greatness like that is why we are all here. We are here to be great and we can't be great without the hardware to prove it. Why were people like Lissie popular? The answer is simple. Championships. If I wanted to start being great it had to begin immediately and it had to begin at Heaven Sent.
Did I really think I needed to win the whole damn thing to be great? No. I had to have a good showing. I couldn't be the first one eliminated. I had to make it to the back half of the field to prove that I belonged in a place like this. To prove to Casanova English that I had what it takes to make a statement in CU:LT. I had to prove I had staying power and selling power. Quite simply put, I had to make him a lot of money. Sure, my looks could help with that but, the fact is, that would only get me so far in a cutthroat place like CU:LT. I had to make a living on my skills. I had to prove I was more than just tits and ass. I had to prove I had skills.
If I wasn't at home drinking wine or coffee, depending on the day and time, I was in the gym. I was toning and getting stronger. The camera panned to show me doing some bicep curls as I looked up at my poster of Lissie Hope. Her biceps, triceps, her leg muscles all so perfect.
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"Come on Addison. How are you going to stop Lissie or Johnny if you have no muscles. Keep fucking going. Win the battle royal and prove your worth!"
I smirked as I kept lifting weights. I was determined to get to the right body to give these people what they deserved. I was ready for everyone in my way to be put to rest as I went on to my destiny and what I was made for. I was truly Heaven Sent and Casanova English would see that. He would know he was in a war just like the rest of the idiots in the match. Addison Stockton was prepared for war.
