Post by Alysson Gardner on Apr 15, 2011 13:48:27 GMT -6
This promo begins inside an unknown place outdoors. It's a crowded street in the core of New York City. Flashing lights and loud music all around. I walk around the city as I speak into my camcorder.
Ohhhh, did I hurt someone's feelings there?
I pout for the camera, making a faux disappointment face.
I'm so disappointed at you, Stephanie, because, once again, you make a fool out of yourself. Being a former student of my brother and your beloved mentor in Christian Gardner has taught me one thing that I shall now pass forward to you, Steph. It's a Basic Wrestling 101 principle: Don't talk about things you don't know. Because reality will ultimately come back to bite your ass when the truth comes out. Unless you really want to believe I've been throwing temper tantrums inside my brother's academy. Which means you obviously don't know who are you talking about.
Do you really think I would be able to keep working in that academy after my brother and I decided to part ways? I have a mission, Stephanie, and that is to make Chris Gardner know he isn't perfect. I want to embarass him. And he knows it. So there's no use for me in that academy. Also, I know for a fact that Kimbery Aries, your good buddy, is doing a better job than I could ever have imagined to perform, so I'm not really making that much of a difference by not being there, am I, now?
And the same thing aplies to you, Kathleen. I don't know how did you get the heads up on my friendship with Spyke, but that's absolutely none of your business. Stop talking about things you don't know unless you want to get in trouble. And you can also choke on that retarded thought of yours about women not being allowed to befriend men without becoming sluts for all I care, because my body belongs to one person, and one only.
Another thing you should be aware of, Stephanie, and that's going to be an easy one to understand as soon as you take your head out of the alternate reality you've been living in as of late - we're not in a singles match, so you have to take care. The other four women in the match can easily throw you away from the mix even before we can get started. And I'll admit it, I don't know much about our opponents in the match. The one I've been paying attention the most is Mercedes Vargas, a woman that YOU were supposed to know. Because you've been wrestling in the same federation as she is for quite a while now.
And you even have the facade of telling me you don't care about them? Ends up the other Mercedes, Mercy Lewis, would be right. And you guys would end up kicking each others' asses for reasons as stupid as one having a bigger pair of tits than the ther, because, honestly, the way you talk about me against all of the other opponents shows how much you've been paying attention. You embarass me, Stephanie.
But I don't take my words about you back, girl. You've grown a lot. But I can't help but think that this entire thing about your development, you've been leeching out of people better than you again. This time it's Kim Aries, as you suck every pound of expertise she's got to herself and absorbing it into yourself. Last time, it was Triple S, as you leeched Susan Rigger and Crystal Hilton's greatness and sinked them down along with you. And just, just when we thought Susan and Crystal were starting to get good on their own, what'd you decide to do? You go after Susan and leeches on her again.
The difference of today's Stephanie and THAT Stephanie is that you're doing things right now. The past Stephanie just SUCKED. And it burns your ass to know that both you and me recognize this, doesn't it?
So stop caring about the way I've been guiding my life and focus on wrestling, because that's what I am doing. Did you see what I did to Ashlie Ember last week? I hope you did, because that's something I've grew to realize about myself. I may be a calm speaker now, but once the bells ring, I become a wild, furious animal, and all it's going to take is a tuck, a slight push, and you'll be out, and that's all I'm worried about as of right now: beating you and winning the match. We can go on to rip our faces off after we're done, but as you might be aware, History only logs the names of the winners. And I'm here to win.
You can hate me for that...
But that's how I rock.
Fade to New York's flashing lights and noises.
Ohhhh, did I hurt someone's feelings there?
I pout for the camera, making a faux disappointment face.
I'm so disappointed at you, Stephanie, because, once again, you make a fool out of yourself. Being a former student of my brother and your beloved mentor in Christian Gardner has taught me one thing that I shall now pass forward to you, Steph. It's a Basic Wrestling 101 principle: Don't talk about things you don't know. Because reality will ultimately come back to bite your ass when the truth comes out. Unless you really want to believe I've been throwing temper tantrums inside my brother's academy. Which means you obviously don't know who are you talking about.
Do you really think I would be able to keep working in that academy after my brother and I decided to part ways? I have a mission, Stephanie, and that is to make Chris Gardner know he isn't perfect. I want to embarass him. And he knows it. So there's no use for me in that academy. Also, I know for a fact that Kimbery Aries, your good buddy, is doing a better job than I could ever have imagined to perform, so I'm not really making that much of a difference by not being there, am I, now?
And the same thing aplies to you, Kathleen. I don't know how did you get the heads up on my friendship with Spyke, but that's absolutely none of your business. Stop talking about things you don't know unless you want to get in trouble. And you can also choke on that retarded thought of yours about women not being allowed to befriend men without becoming sluts for all I care, because my body belongs to one person, and one only.
Another thing you should be aware of, Stephanie, and that's going to be an easy one to understand as soon as you take your head out of the alternate reality you've been living in as of late - we're not in a singles match, so you have to take care. The other four women in the match can easily throw you away from the mix even before we can get started. And I'll admit it, I don't know much about our opponents in the match. The one I've been paying attention the most is Mercedes Vargas, a woman that YOU were supposed to know. Because you've been wrestling in the same federation as she is for quite a while now.
And you even have the facade of telling me you don't care about them? Ends up the other Mercedes, Mercy Lewis, would be right. And you guys would end up kicking each others' asses for reasons as stupid as one having a bigger pair of tits than the ther, because, honestly, the way you talk about me against all of the other opponents shows how much you've been paying attention. You embarass me, Stephanie.
But I don't take my words about you back, girl. You've grown a lot. But I can't help but think that this entire thing about your development, you've been leeching out of people better than you again. This time it's Kim Aries, as you suck every pound of expertise she's got to herself and absorbing it into yourself. Last time, it was Triple S, as you leeched Susan Rigger and Crystal Hilton's greatness and sinked them down along with you. And just, just when we thought Susan and Crystal were starting to get good on their own, what'd you decide to do? You go after Susan and leeches on her again.
The difference of today's Stephanie and THAT Stephanie is that you're doing things right now. The past Stephanie just SUCKED. And it burns your ass to know that both you and me recognize this, doesn't it?
So stop caring about the way I've been guiding my life and focus on wrestling, because that's what I am doing. Did you see what I did to Ashlie Ember last week? I hope you did, because that's something I've grew to realize about myself. I may be a calm speaker now, but once the bells ring, I become a wild, furious animal, and all it's going to take is a tuck, a slight push, and you'll be out, and that's all I'm worried about as of right now: beating you and winning the match. We can go on to rip our faces off after we're done, but as you might be aware, History only logs the names of the winners. And I'm here to win.
You can hate me for that...
But that's how I rock.
Fade to New York's flashing lights and noises.