Post by americangrime on Mar 29, 2022 15:48:33 GMT -5
Liz Karlson leans back in a recliner. Across her waist, her newly-won APEX World Heavyweight Championship rests. She’s beaten up, bruised around the eyes from a stomp or a kick that clearly broke her nose, she’s exhausted, she’s spent.
Still, she’s here.
“I won’t lie to you. I’m beat the fuck up.”
Honesty, her strong suit in some form or another.
“I spent the entire weekend prepping for the fight of a lifetime, I came nose to nose with a living legend, I got my shit kicked in, I got piledriven, I got the back of my head stomped smooth. I got tossed around and around until I could damn near not take it, but the voice of my people kept me going. The screaming roar of the Philadelphia crowd kept that blood rushing through my heart and to my fucking brain even when the rest of me could not keep up.
I persevered. I survived.
I thrived.
Sunday night, I became champion, but that doesn’t detract from what’s coming dead ahead. Project Honor’s determined to challenge myself and Bishop with anyone they can fucking throw at us, setting up a bevy of challengers to come for the crown when we slip up. Inevitably, when we send the Phantom Troupe back into the void of obscurity from whence they came, there will be pursuants to the crown. There will be individuals, pairings, who want to put a bullet in our fucking heads.
We welcome them.
BFG Division came to test the mettle of Project: Honor, and we’ve succeeded thus far. We’ve shown this fucking world that there are levels to this shit, that some of you will rise to the occasion, and some of you will slip through the grates, the afterbirth of a company that couldn’t be fucked to keep you on life support any longer. Angelo Caito, Zack Cage, who gives a fuck about the two of you. You’re sheep for the slaughter, meat for the grinder, and myself and Bishop will chew you up and spit you to the ground like nothing.
Nothing.
You will not survive.
Beat to shit or not, you will die here.
That’s a promise.”
Still, she’s here.
“I won’t lie to you. I’m beat the fuck up.”
Honesty, her strong suit in some form or another.
“I spent the entire weekend prepping for the fight of a lifetime, I came nose to nose with a living legend, I got my shit kicked in, I got piledriven, I got the back of my head stomped smooth. I got tossed around and around until I could damn near not take it, but the voice of my people kept me going. The screaming roar of the Philadelphia crowd kept that blood rushing through my heart and to my fucking brain even when the rest of me could not keep up.
I persevered. I survived.
I thrived.
Sunday night, I became champion, but that doesn’t detract from what’s coming dead ahead. Project Honor’s determined to challenge myself and Bishop with anyone they can fucking throw at us, setting up a bevy of challengers to come for the crown when we slip up. Inevitably, when we send the Phantom Troupe back into the void of obscurity from whence they came, there will be pursuants to the crown. There will be individuals, pairings, who want to put a bullet in our fucking heads.
We welcome them.
BFG Division came to test the mettle of Project: Honor, and we’ve succeeded thus far. We’ve shown this fucking world that there are levels to this shit, that some of you will rise to the occasion, and some of you will slip through the grates, the afterbirth of a company that couldn’t be fucked to keep you on life support any longer. Angelo Caito, Zack Cage, who gives a fuck about the two of you. You’re sheep for the slaughter, meat for the grinder, and myself and Bishop will chew you up and spit you to the ground like nothing.
Nothing.
You will not survive.
Beat to shit or not, you will die here.
That’s a promise.”