Post by Shelly Taylor-Jones on Aug 24, 2011 2:16:48 GMT -6
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?....”
“First you hate me...”
“Then respect me...”
“Then hate me...”
“Then respect me...”
“Seriously are you bi polar?...”
“Are you on drugs?...”
“Or are you having an identity crisis?...”
“I give up trying to figure you out....”
“So that’s it?. I expect a fire filled speech with emotion and anger and instead I get a sob story about your cheating father, slut of a mother and your ex-husband?...”
I look shocked, but should I be really?.
“I’ve given up trying to figure you out Crystal. One week you show me respect, you tell me how great I am and that you respect me blah blah blah, the next you insult me and my family. So this week we have a change in philosophy yet again. Last week you had your chance...you had your chance to show just how good you were and you choked...”
“As you said I brought my “A “game, I came into that match ready to destroy those two and prove that everything I said was true but you proved everyone else right, that we’d self destruct. Your own ego couldn’t handle teaming with me and yet again because I was forced to rely on someone else I lost. Another black mark on my record. A black mark you put there.....”
“So yes Crystal I’m angry. But I can understand outside things coming into the ring with you. I can understand you had something else on your mind. But this week you better have your mind on one thing and one thing alone. The match with me. See Crystal we’re all flawed. We all have problems, but you are the one person who has actually pinned my shoulders to the mat. No one else has Crystal just you. So automatically I have some respect for you. Because even though lately you’ve been on the losing end of things you are still one of the best I’ve been in the ring with....”
I pause for a moment and shake my head.
“But with that being said, over the last few weeks this issue has become something more. See in the beginning it was about how good I was and me proving it to the rest of the females in this company. I started beating women left and right, first a few nobodies then a few former world champs. I was beating them all left and right week in and week out. Then I faced you...”
“I faced you and finally I found someone who was worth my time. I found a person who I could compete with. Everyone else I blew out of the ring and destroyed but not you. My other two losses were in a riot and this tag match where I wasn’t beaten. My single loss that was actually a “loss” was against you. One on one, I got pinned. I have no problems admitting it or giving you the proper respect......”
“But you?. You sit there and apologize and tell me you haven’t been yourself I have to ask a question in this. Do you even know who you are?. Do you know who the right Crystal Hilton is?. The respectful friend and competitor or the crazy loud mouthed moronic groupie?. Which one is it Crystal?.”
I take a deep breath and shrug.
“Not to piss on your realisations about your own well being and future but you’re not the only one who has been guilty of using associations to seem important. See you use your ex-husband, your soon to be former world champion boyfriend and your “BFF”. I use my brothers, my ex, and my husband. Truthfully neither of us needs to do that Crystal. You are a great athlete and a tough competitor and I am the same. I have beaten some of the best in NCW and I’ve had my shoulders pinned ONCE. I relied on Jayson Matthews idiot sister Mandi in one match and you in another, then what happened?...”
“I turn my back for a few seconds and you and bubblehead got beaten. I can’t rely on my associations with my family and I can’t rely on any other females in this company, the only person I can rely on is me. I stand here now knowing that one simple truth. Yes my family has a legacy in this business. Yes I have grown up with it and yes for years I resisted the urge to step in the ring even though every single fibre of my body wanted it so badly. But this time right now it is just about two women and one shot at a title,....”
“A paper title held by a paper champion. See we sit here and while you and I will verbally destroy each other and then go out to the ring and have a hard fought physical match that will keep each and every fan on the edge of their seats Aly Gardner the “champion” will defend her “title” against Emma Danielson....if you don’t want to have what will happen spoiled for you I suggest you stop listening now....”
I pause for a few second, I then put reading glasses on a produce a paper with “Nothing to lose script” written on the back.
“Aly Gardner wins, Emma Danielson losses and looks like a man while
doing it. Aly Gardner retains while commentators talk about her being a dominant new female champion.....”
“Yeah that seems about right doesn’t it?. While Crystal and I beat the living hell out of each other a fake and fraudulent match will take place for a title that means NOTHING. It means nothing because it was won in a fake match and will be defended against a has been. A title should be won by and defended against the best. And the best is myself and Crystal. We are the best...the best female wrestlers in the world...”
“We will stand across the ring from one another and fans will go wild, fans will chant her name, my name, her name again and repeat, they’ll chant “this is awesome” and “this is wrestling”. Fans will know what they are seeing unfold as a new era in women’s wrestling is born. But Crystal I want you to listen to me very carefully. You sat there and told me your story. You told me what you’ve lost and probably expect me to care because I’m the “good girl” right?...”
I scoff....
“I watched my brother slowly turn insane. I watched Chris Diamond disappear and Maniac slowly take him over as he destroyed his family and broke the heart of a woman who loved him. I watched Robbie slowly disappear into himself and he tried to kill himself and end his own life. I sat and watched it happen and couldn’t help. I held his hand while he laid there in a ***damn coma for days. I watched my husband become a demon from hell and watched him ignore his own daughter....”
“I saw it all happen and felt my husbands hands around my neck. I had to fight for the man I loved and I had to justify our relationship to everyone who looked away and laughed. They called me a slut, a whore, a skank. I went into the arena and had fans boo me while I stood there with Alex, Hayleigh and Dylan. I resisted every urge to get in the ring because I saw what it had done to people I loved. But I couldn’t deny my instincts any longer...”
“So you sit there and tell me about all you’ve lost and sacrificed and I’ll just smile because truthfully my whole family has sacrificed itself for this business and I refuse to drop into that hole. I will walk into Nothing to lose and I will go to war with you to win a shot at that belt. Then when the dust settles if it’s the respectful one of your personalities I’ll gladly shake your hand and celebrate the effort you put in and the sacrifices you’ve made...untill then Crystal I will just think about one damn thing....”
“What your ****ing head will look like mounted on my wall...”
“First you hate me...”
“Then respect me...”
“Then hate me...”
“Then respect me...”
“Seriously are you bi polar?...”
“Are you on drugs?...”
“Or are you having an identity crisis?...”
“I give up trying to figure you out....”
“So that’s it?. I expect a fire filled speech with emotion and anger and instead I get a sob story about your cheating father, slut of a mother and your ex-husband?...”
I look shocked, but should I be really?.
“I’ve given up trying to figure you out Crystal. One week you show me respect, you tell me how great I am and that you respect me blah blah blah, the next you insult me and my family. So this week we have a change in philosophy yet again. Last week you had your chance...you had your chance to show just how good you were and you choked...”
“As you said I brought my “A “game, I came into that match ready to destroy those two and prove that everything I said was true but you proved everyone else right, that we’d self destruct. Your own ego couldn’t handle teaming with me and yet again because I was forced to rely on someone else I lost. Another black mark on my record. A black mark you put there.....”
“So yes Crystal I’m angry. But I can understand outside things coming into the ring with you. I can understand you had something else on your mind. But this week you better have your mind on one thing and one thing alone. The match with me. See Crystal we’re all flawed. We all have problems, but you are the one person who has actually pinned my shoulders to the mat. No one else has Crystal just you. So automatically I have some respect for you. Because even though lately you’ve been on the losing end of things you are still one of the best I’ve been in the ring with....”
I pause for a moment and shake my head.
“But with that being said, over the last few weeks this issue has become something more. See in the beginning it was about how good I was and me proving it to the rest of the females in this company. I started beating women left and right, first a few nobodies then a few former world champs. I was beating them all left and right week in and week out. Then I faced you...”
“I faced you and finally I found someone who was worth my time. I found a person who I could compete with. Everyone else I blew out of the ring and destroyed but not you. My other two losses were in a riot and this tag match where I wasn’t beaten. My single loss that was actually a “loss” was against you. One on one, I got pinned. I have no problems admitting it or giving you the proper respect......”
“But you?. You sit there and apologize and tell me you haven’t been yourself I have to ask a question in this. Do you even know who you are?. Do you know who the right Crystal Hilton is?. The respectful friend and competitor or the crazy loud mouthed moronic groupie?. Which one is it Crystal?.”
I take a deep breath and shrug.
“Not to piss on your realisations about your own well being and future but you’re not the only one who has been guilty of using associations to seem important. See you use your ex-husband, your soon to be former world champion boyfriend and your “BFF”. I use my brothers, my ex, and my husband. Truthfully neither of us needs to do that Crystal. You are a great athlete and a tough competitor and I am the same. I have beaten some of the best in NCW and I’ve had my shoulders pinned ONCE. I relied on Jayson Matthews idiot sister Mandi in one match and you in another, then what happened?...”
“I turn my back for a few seconds and you and bubblehead got beaten. I can’t rely on my associations with my family and I can’t rely on any other females in this company, the only person I can rely on is me. I stand here now knowing that one simple truth. Yes my family has a legacy in this business. Yes I have grown up with it and yes for years I resisted the urge to step in the ring even though every single fibre of my body wanted it so badly. But this time right now it is just about two women and one shot at a title,....”
“A paper title held by a paper champion. See we sit here and while you and I will verbally destroy each other and then go out to the ring and have a hard fought physical match that will keep each and every fan on the edge of their seats Aly Gardner the “champion” will defend her “title” against Emma Danielson....if you don’t want to have what will happen spoiled for you I suggest you stop listening now....”
I pause for a few second, I then put reading glasses on a produce a paper with “Nothing to lose script” written on the back.
“Aly Gardner wins, Emma Danielson losses and looks like a man while
doing it. Aly Gardner retains while commentators talk about her being a dominant new female champion.....”
“Yeah that seems about right doesn’t it?. While Crystal and I beat the living hell out of each other a fake and fraudulent match will take place for a title that means NOTHING. It means nothing because it was won in a fake match and will be defended against a has been. A title should be won by and defended against the best. And the best is myself and Crystal. We are the best...the best female wrestlers in the world...”
“We will stand across the ring from one another and fans will go wild, fans will chant her name, my name, her name again and repeat, they’ll chant “this is awesome” and “this is wrestling”. Fans will know what they are seeing unfold as a new era in women’s wrestling is born. But Crystal I want you to listen to me very carefully. You sat there and told me your story. You told me what you’ve lost and probably expect me to care because I’m the “good girl” right?...”
I scoff....
“I watched my brother slowly turn insane. I watched Chris Diamond disappear and Maniac slowly take him over as he destroyed his family and broke the heart of a woman who loved him. I watched Robbie slowly disappear into himself and he tried to kill himself and end his own life. I sat and watched it happen and couldn’t help. I held his hand while he laid there in a ***damn coma for days. I watched my husband become a demon from hell and watched him ignore his own daughter....”
“I saw it all happen and felt my husbands hands around my neck. I had to fight for the man I loved and I had to justify our relationship to everyone who looked away and laughed. They called me a slut, a whore, a skank. I went into the arena and had fans boo me while I stood there with Alex, Hayleigh and Dylan. I resisted every urge to get in the ring because I saw what it had done to people I loved. But I couldn’t deny my instincts any longer...”
“So you sit there and tell me about all you’ve lost and sacrificed and I’ll just smile because truthfully my whole family has sacrificed itself for this business and I refuse to drop into that hole. I will walk into Nothing to lose and I will go to war with you to win a shot at that belt. Then when the dust settles if it’s the respectful one of your personalities I’ll gladly shake your hand and celebrate the effort you put in and the sacrifices you’ve made...untill then Crystal I will just think about one damn thing....”
“What your ****ing head will look like mounted on my wall...”