Post by rileyowens on Feb 14, 2015 21:02:31 GMT
Straight to the Head
Line Em' Up
New day, same old shit. Once again, I walked into a WMW ring; and of course I walked away the victory. Sometimes working in this company is like taking candy from a baby; it’s just way too easy. All I want is a little aggression, and tenacity, and little! That’s not unreasonable right? That’s not really too much to ask is it?
I guess it is around WMW.
Julia―failed.
Nicki―failed royally.
Gaia―to scared to come play.
So, who the hell is left? I think the only person that really hasn’t stepped up is Melissa Stark. Ugh, she might as well hurry up and wobble her no-talent ass to ring so I can rain some fire down on her head as well.
You know, spread the wealth and shit. Everyone can line up for the endless ass whooping that I’m here to bring.
Slaughterhouse
(Audio Log)
You know, most people in my situation right now would be pretty upset. Naw, scratch that. To be honest, people would have been furious after looking at this week’s card. I mean, let’s not waste any time; let’s jump right into there. Last week Julia Berezikova got her ass royally handed to her. Hell, I’m trying to remember if I even broke a sweat in that pitiful showing that she had―lets go with no to be on the safe side. And somehow, almost be magic, she gets a shot at MY title?
That’s curious.
But the fuckery doesn’t end there folks. Because after I beat the brakes off Julia again...then Nicki gets to challenge for my title. Remember, this is the same dumbass broad who couldn’t get the job done the first fucking time.
Like I said before, most champions would be pissed; they would be heated. Fortunately for Natasha Rose and WMW, I’m not most people―I’m Scarlet Flint.
[Brief Pause]
Key word there is SHORT by the way. Because the fact of the matter is Carnage isn’t going to last a full hour. Julia will be dispatched with in less than five minutes. And Nicki? Shit, 30 seconds maybe?
[Brief Pause]
You know, order of operations and shit.
So love, how did it feel? How did it feel to talk ALL of that shit two weeks ago, only to fail miserably? How did it feel to lose to a dirty, stinking, disgusting American that is so far beneath you? How did it feel to lose to the grimiest piece of shit orphan from Merced California?
Julia, the fact of the matter is you are nothing more than a bunch of hype. Hell, I wouldn’t even call it hype, because no one is out here screaming at the top of their lungs that you are some type of amazing wrestler. Let me be a bit more accurate; you are nothing more than bunch of tough talk. Oh yeah love, you talk a mighty fine game. You outline and depict what you are going to in the ring and how you’re going to do it…
And then that bell rings―and all of your tough talk turns into shitty broken promises.
Broken promises…
Lies!
The difference between you and I Julia is the fact that I’m not just all words; I’m not just all talk. Granted, my words are pretty nice; that’s not something you can really dispute. And, the other thing you can’t dispute is the fact that I’ve backed up ALL the shit that I’ve said. Ever since I walked into WMW I’ve called each and every single one of my shots; and each and every single time I’ve knocked that shit out of the park. I’m not just about talk Juila, I’m about action sweetie.
[Chuckles]
Julia, ever since you arrived here in WMW, you’ve been telling the world that you this great beast in the ring. And even though you’ve won a couple of terrible matches, you just haven’t lived up to ANYTHING that you’ve said. You aren’t some great Russian beast; you are this unstoppable force. You are just like all the other bitches on this damn roster―another shitty wrestler. Now there’s nothing wrong with being a shitty wrestler honestly; every promotion needs a job squad.
But, you want to know why I dislike YOU in particular Julia?
I dislike you because for some dumbass reason you believe that you are better than me. Oh yeah Julia, I can read you like a fucking book. You think you’re a better wrestler than me, even that shit was proven false two weeks ago. But, more importantly, you seems to think that you are better person than me, simply because your nationality.
That makes me sick!
That’s the same prejudice bullshit that I constantly deal with in Japan. And, do you know how I handle it Julia? Talking about it doesn’t seem to help. What helps, is kicking those peoples’ teeth in!
Julia, let it be clear doll―you aren’t better than me. You aren’t a better person than me; and you aren’t a better wrestler than me. I’ve shown the world the latter. But, it seems WMW wants me to prove it to them again. So, I’ll be a good lil’ girl and expose you in the ring one more time. I’ll take my rightful place at the top of this company and demolish you, just as I am expected to do…
And I’ll do it with style and grace.
[Another Chuckle]
Hmm, but do you want to know who else is delusional? Yeah, no other than Nicki Vaughn. Oh, I’ve been hearing a lot about you dear. I heard about how you were a blubbering, sloppy mess after I defeated you that night to win the belt. And, I’ve heard about all the baby bullshit temper tantrums you’ve been throwing.
Nicki, you are pathetic, you really are. This isn’t kindergarten boo boo, this is professional wrestling. This is sport for adults. So, let drop some grown up knowledge on you. The night the first WMW World Women’s Champion was crowned, Scarlet Flint walked out to that ring and stepped on all your hopes and dreams; and to honest, I enjoyed EVERY moment of it. I wanted to maim you; I wanted you to hurt. And, it seems that I was successful. Nicki, wrestling is a cut-throat sport, and I’ve always got a switchblade on me doll. Fact that you had to bitch and whine your way into another title shot really speaks a lot about you.
In fact, I want the four Nicki Vaughn fans in the crowd to really think about that. Instead of working hard, actually improving, and attempting to EARN another shot at my belt, your beloved “heroine” cried until management caved in and gave her what she wanted. WMW fans, is this the type of woman you want as your champion? The type of woman you can’t even take responsibility for her own loses; the kind of woman who can’t even stand on her own two feet?
Surely, that’s not the woman you all want holding this belt.
Yo’, I get it; you all don’t like me. And, you all shouldn’t like me; I’m a piece of shit to 99 percent of you all. You can hate me all you want; that’s fine. But what you Nicki, and everyone in this company can’t deny is the fact that I’ve fought my way to the top. I didn’t get handle the title belt, even though I probably should have been. No boo boo; I defeated you three straight times in a row to EARN this belt. Each and every week I in that ring I dominate; that’s just what I do.
I’ve EARNED my right be WMW’s champion.
But you Nicki, you haven’t earned shit!
[Brief Pause]
What’s also a guarantee is that I’m going to murder you.
Maybe, maybe I shouldn’t just defeat you in the ring this week. Maybe for the good of this company I should just eliminate you period; perhaps after the match I should just break your neck for something. Because honestly, you’re just a trifling cum-stain on the brand that is Women of Miami. Having you on this roster is doing nothing but driving WMW to the ground, and we don’t want that do we?
[Brief Pause]
There is no “hope” for you go up against Scarlet Flint―there’s only suffering and defeat!
Four and Zero Nicki…
Four and Zero!
END