Post by Emma Danielson on May 4, 2013 21:55:01 GMT -6
Tell me more, Jasmine. Tell me about how I sold my soul to the corporate overlords. Tell me about how I’m washed up, how I don’t get it, how it’s a lost cause trying to train Kathy, tell me all the things that remind me of just how inferior I am compared to you. I haven’t had it HARD like you, because that’s what you are. You’re street tough, you’ve seen things. Things that nobody else could ever see or understand. God…just say it and get it over with already, you broken record.
I don’t know if I’ve even got the energy to insult you anymore. I’ve been running myself ragged, trying to give Kathy the best chance she has at beating Zelda. And no, despite what some of the more conspiracy-minded members of the audience might think, I’m not talking about running down in the middle of the match and blasting Zelda with a chair. Kathy doesn’t want that, and I don’t want that for her. Not on the last show of the company…not like that. Not this way, dammit. I want more.
I’m going to go out there and fight, Jasmine. I might not win, but I’m going to give you a fight. And that’s what I’ve always been good at. I might not win, but every time someone steps into the ring with me, they step out with bruises, bloody injuries, cracked ribs, black eyes…they walk away with a memento. I leave them with a little reminder. But you can take it, can’t you, big girl? You can take whatever I’ve got, because you’re so tough and independent. You’re not scared. I don’t want you to be scared. I want you to understand.
I just want you to know where I’m coming from. In a month, things will be different. In a month, we might not ever see each other again. And I’d be fine with that. This, though…these last few weeks are the most important I’ve had in a long time. This, for all I know, is the last match I have in NCW. My partner is going up against a woman who, in many people’s minds, epitomizes the Starlets Division. I’m trying to train her to take down an icon. But I won’t let that come at the expense of hearing my music in a NCW ring one last time. Time for a little balancing act…
I never gave up, Jasmine. I never said that there wasn’t anything more for me, I never looked at my lot in life and said “that’s it.” I went out there, even when I was hurting and desperate, and I kept fighting, because that’s all I know how to do. I don’t know how to lie down and be a good girl, I don’t know what it means to just roll over and say that there’s nothing left to fight for. There’s always something to fight for. And if you don’t care, then goddammit, I’ll MAKE you care.
I’ll make you care about every punch that slams into your face. I’ll make you care about every slam that drops you hard on the mat, I’ll make you care about every suplex that sends you crashing down from high in the air. I’ll make you care about your future and your career, because you don’t get that luxury of not caring. You haven’t earned it. You haven’t earned a ***damn thing. From the person who made this division that you’re giving up on possible, from someone who bled and gave years of her life to enable your pathetic pity party…I will MAKE you care. Say your prayers, bitch.
I don’t know if I’ve even got the energy to insult you anymore. I’ve been running myself ragged, trying to give Kathy the best chance she has at beating Zelda. And no, despite what some of the more conspiracy-minded members of the audience might think, I’m not talking about running down in the middle of the match and blasting Zelda with a chair. Kathy doesn’t want that, and I don’t want that for her. Not on the last show of the company…not like that. Not this way, dammit. I want more.
I’m going to go out there and fight, Jasmine. I might not win, but I’m going to give you a fight. And that’s what I’ve always been good at. I might not win, but every time someone steps into the ring with me, they step out with bruises, bloody injuries, cracked ribs, black eyes…they walk away with a memento. I leave them with a little reminder. But you can take it, can’t you, big girl? You can take whatever I’ve got, because you’re so tough and independent. You’re not scared. I don’t want you to be scared. I want you to understand.
I just want you to know where I’m coming from. In a month, things will be different. In a month, we might not ever see each other again. And I’d be fine with that. This, though…these last few weeks are the most important I’ve had in a long time. This, for all I know, is the last match I have in NCW. My partner is going up against a woman who, in many people’s minds, epitomizes the Starlets Division. I’m trying to train her to take down an icon. But I won’t let that come at the expense of hearing my music in a NCW ring one last time. Time for a little balancing act…
I never gave up, Jasmine. I never said that there wasn’t anything more for me, I never looked at my lot in life and said “that’s it.” I went out there, even when I was hurting and desperate, and I kept fighting, because that’s all I know how to do. I don’t know how to lie down and be a good girl, I don’t know what it means to just roll over and say that there’s nothing left to fight for. There’s always something to fight for. And if you don’t care, then goddammit, I’ll MAKE you care.
I’ll make you care about every punch that slams into your face. I’ll make you care about every slam that drops you hard on the mat, I’ll make you care about every suplex that sends you crashing down from high in the air. I’ll make you care about your future and your career, because you don’t get that luxury of not caring. You haven’t earned it. You haven’t earned a ***damn thing. From the person who made this division that you’re giving up on possible, from someone who bled and gave years of her life to enable your pathetic pity party…I will MAKE you care. Say your prayers, bitch.