Post by Alysson Gardner on May 22, 2011 4:45:27 GMT -6
Whatever, Mercedes. Whatever.
You can choose to do whatever you want, the outcome will be the same.
You can tell me about the battle royale, when I had my hands full of Stehanie Sullivan, and for the second time in our crossroads she steals the victory out of my hands for I was worried in hurting and not winning, and you just happened to steal it from hers. You can say I'm just a stepping stone for your destiny of greatness. You can even ignore the fact that Spike Kane dropped "Wild Kat" Conway on her head in the past, and it would delight me and over half of the nCw Fanbase to see him do the same thing to you. None of those are worrying me right now. And you want to know why? Because your words are as empty as your style.
Want a proof? The whole deal about me being just a girl, taking away the accolades and all... Gee, aren't you a genius? I think I figured out how'd you get to know me so fast, so let me try something: taking the whole failed humour out of your words, and taking away your arsenal of weak words and even weaker moves, all we've got is a nosy Argentina with a serious complex of inferiority, that needs desperately to harness attention from someone to keep yourself alive. That's why you cover all bases, right? Wrestler, stand-up comedian, circus monkey... Heck, with this logic, one could even say that the almighty King Adam Knite, taking away the enormous list of accomplishments, the Hall of Fame status and all, is a devoted family man that enjoys life with sweet li'l Kelly and his daughter, and probably doesn't give a flying f*** about the thing we have here. Wow, I feel smart.
Damn, Mercedes. You could've just ignored me and get a free pass to get to title scene - I have absolutely no deal with it, I never wanted to be Women's Champion. But since you want so bad to collide with me, I'll give you exactly what you want: a historical pounding. It's the only POSSIBLE result, given that I'm faster than you, readier than you, and I have nothing to lose. Your Battle Royale win was pure beginner's luck. And it has pretty much worn out by now. And even thought it would be funny and entertaining as crap to see you choke while dealing with a whole army of people handing your ass to you in a plate, I won't need Mercedes Lewis, nor Spike Kane, nor Crystal Hilton, nor Zelda Knite, nor anyone else to put you in your place.
That's under my feet.
And after I'm done with you, we can go on with our regular schedule - I'll sure go after Christian Gardner, and you... You can go back to your daydreams about being the next Trish Newborn for all I care... That is, if you're ever able to pull your head back from the hole you're going to have to dig to hide it after the embarrassment you made yourself go through at the pay-per-view. And you can mark my words: I'll make sure it's going to be a night for you to remember when the Hardcore Icon served you with a whole dose of humiliation. For me? It's going to be another day of work. For a night supposed to be the most epic, the greatest night of nCw, having to battle you is going to be the biggest waste of epicness time of all history, and a waste of MY time.
Thanks for making May 22nd a night I won't remember, Mercedes... Because I can
ROCK
YOUR
WORLD
any time or day.
You've awakened the fury of the Goddess of Extreme. And for that, you'll pay... And you'll pay dearly.
ALL
BLOODY
F***ING
HAIL!
You can choose to do whatever you want, the outcome will be the same.
You can tell me about the battle royale, when I had my hands full of Stehanie Sullivan, and for the second time in our crossroads she steals the victory out of my hands for I was worried in hurting and not winning, and you just happened to steal it from hers. You can say I'm just a stepping stone for your destiny of greatness. You can even ignore the fact that Spike Kane dropped "Wild Kat" Conway on her head in the past, and it would delight me and over half of the nCw Fanbase to see him do the same thing to you. None of those are worrying me right now. And you want to know why? Because your words are as empty as your style.
Want a proof? The whole deal about me being just a girl, taking away the accolades and all... Gee, aren't you a genius? I think I figured out how'd you get to know me so fast, so let me try something: taking the whole failed humour out of your words, and taking away your arsenal of weak words and even weaker moves, all we've got is a nosy Argentina with a serious complex of inferiority, that needs desperately to harness attention from someone to keep yourself alive. That's why you cover all bases, right? Wrestler, stand-up comedian, circus monkey... Heck, with this logic, one could even say that the almighty King Adam Knite, taking away the enormous list of accomplishments, the Hall of Fame status and all, is a devoted family man that enjoys life with sweet li'l Kelly and his daughter, and probably doesn't give a flying f*** about the thing we have here. Wow, I feel smart.
Damn, Mercedes. You could've just ignored me and get a free pass to get to title scene - I have absolutely no deal with it, I never wanted to be Women's Champion. But since you want so bad to collide with me, I'll give you exactly what you want: a historical pounding. It's the only POSSIBLE result, given that I'm faster than you, readier than you, and I have nothing to lose. Your Battle Royale win was pure beginner's luck. And it has pretty much worn out by now. And even thought it would be funny and entertaining as crap to see you choke while dealing with a whole army of people handing your ass to you in a plate, I won't need Mercedes Lewis, nor Spike Kane, nor Crystal Hilton, nor Zelda Knite, nor anyone else to put you in your place.
That's under my feet.
And after I'm done with you, we can go on with our regular schedule - I'll sure go after Christian Gardner, and you... You can go back to your daydreams about being the next Trish Newborn for all I care... That is, if you're ever able to pull your head back from the hole you're going to have to dig to hide it after the embarrassment you made yourself go through at the pay-per-view. And you can mark my words: I'll make sure it's going to be a night for you to remember when the Hardcore Icon served you with a whole dose of humiliation. For me? It's going to be another day of work. For a night supposed to be the most epic, the greatest night of nCw, having to battle you is going to be the biggest waste of epicness time of all history, and a waste of MY time.
Thanks for making May 22nd a night I won't remember, Mercedes... Because I can
ROCK
YOUR
WORLD
any time or day.
You've awakened the fury of the Goddess of Extreme. And for that, you'll pay... And you'll pay dearly.
ALL
BLOODY
F***ING
HAIL!