Post by Alysson Gardner on Aug 27, 2011 0:06:45 GMT -6
How interesting can things get when a Champion realizes she can walk into a championship defense against a bigger opponent and yet she's got nothing to lose?
Lucky. Untalented. Opportunist. Fluke. Is that what you guys still want to call me? Well then I have a message to you all. Hello, world - here's the woman that entered a Riot Match and survived the best bitches in the business and became the damn Women's Champion. Still not enough? Well, here's the woman that has only been pinned ONCE ever since the first match in NCW. All of my other losses were caused by someone else, like, say, my own brother.
Still not enough? Let's see. Former Hardcore Champion. Headlined the household pay-per-view one time. The undisputed longest reigning tag team champion of all times in that same place. Pulled a Brett Favre and came back from retirement after a career-ending injury.
How's that for you now?
Don't get me wrong, I don't really like to gloat about my accomplishments, but if that's how you wanna play, that's how it's gonna be. Yeah, I'm talking to you, Patricia. You wanted to call me a slut with museum-feelings, but your own intelligence wasn't enough to enable you to make a simple equation involving actions and consequences. You see, I have more respect for the people you claim to be the lower life specimen, because unlike you, they sure as damn are trying. And that, among a whole lot of other reasons, is why I'm the Women's Champion and you're doing Wired matches.
By the way, hello, Tara. Still planning your world domination plot? When am I supposed to be afraid of you? Tell me when the time comes, right?
That, girls, is the difference between you and me. I respect the circuit and I know my limits. Hell, even when I was pulling off that damn half assed displays back at, I don't know, march?, I was causing some damage. And now... I'm the champion. And unlike you think, this doesn't make me the best. This makes me a target for the best. The hunted. And I love the adrenaline of being the hunt of the season, because it drives me to put on my best efforts to keep on being the top-most shelf material in the market. And as a wrestler that is constantly aiming for excellence, your challenges mean nothing to me.
Let this match of mine against Emma Danielson, one of the best women in this circuit, show you guys how this thing is done. The fact that I have beaten her twice in a row only makes it more interesting, because, maybe, who knows?, she could get me this time. It could go either way. This doesn't happen when I'm going against guys like you because, well... The result is always the same.
As we fade in, we're met with a still picture of mine climbing up a ledge. Yep, I do look pretty boss in this picture, going from left to right in a wide two-pager-ish shot, an action shot breeze running through my hair...
The image pans off and we see that this picture is in a computer screen, as I, Spike and the photographer check on the pictures of a recently taken photo shoot. You guys should see how much Spike was drooling during the shots.
Alysson: This looks good... Oooo, this one is AWESOME!
The pic has now changed to me jumping off a ledge, spinning in the air, simulating the G-Effect. The setting of the photos is the big city, as the shoot was taken in New York. Of course I landed on a mattress after THAT jump, thanks for asking.
Spike: Looks awesome indeed. I love how these pictures show perfectly your flexibility and agility with flying colors.
Photographer: That's pretty much the idea of the shoot. Alysson is our super-woman of the month for the magazine.
Spike: Super-woman of the month, eh?
He looks at me with a silly smirk, and I chuckle.
Alysson: And what are my super powers going to be?
Photographer: It's up to you. But these pictures scream... You know, wings. You look like you can fly and cut through the road just like that.
He changes the picture again, and it's a wide-screen running shot. I look AWESOME.
Alysson: Wings, yeah. Does that sound too girlish, Mike?
Spike: Um, no? I think it looks perfect, depending on the set of wings. As long as you don't do butterfly, we're good.
Alysson: I hear ya. What are my choices?
The photographer shrugs.
Photographer: Your pick.
Alysson: Well... Maybe we could try...
Spike: Phoenix. (at the same time) Alysson: Pegasus.
Spike and I look at one another, and after a lag period, we start laughing at one another.
Spike: Did I hear you say Pegasus?
Alysson: It was the first thing that came to my mind! But I do like the idea of flaming wings.
Spike: You know what? I can totally picture you rushing through this platform here all Roadrunner style, you know, setting fire on the way for being too fast.
Alysson: ... did you just say "Roadrunner"?
Spike: Yeah! You know, that little birdy in the cartoons.
Alysson: ... when did you start watching cartoons?
Spike: Well, since I brought Xander for a couple of days with us. He loves Bugs Bunny.
Alysson: I see. But back to the Roadrunner thing... Uh, what were we talking again?
Photographer: Wings?
Alysson: Oh! Yeah. I see.
Spike: Talk about wings, I'm getting hungry.
Alysson: Oi!
Damn Spike! Now I'm hungry too!
Alysson: Uh, Mario, can't we take a lunch break right now?
The photographer looks at his watch and nods. I think he's hungry too.
Photographer: Why not? We can continue checking these babies after lunch.
Alysson: YAY! Let's go, Mike!
I get up from my chair in a bolt, dragging Michael along. He laughs at me along with "wait, wait!" pleads. I don't think he's used to see me this electric and cheerful. What can I do? I have the best boyfriend ever, I'm at the top of my game, and all is right in my world. So why not?
So, we meet again, eh, Emma? It's going to be fun to do it again. One on one, round two. Still not like we were wishing for, but still a good taste of what could be. A bigger stage. The big prize at stake. And I'm happy it's you on the other side, and not someone of the likes of Trish Newborn or Stephanie "Ripoff" Sanderson. I enjoy the thrill of the challenge of facing a woman bigger and stronger than me. So different to me and at the same time, so alike.
I won't lie: I want to beat you. But not because of the bragging rights. It would be too shallow of me if I only had that to hold upon. I want to beat you to have the joy and pride of saying that I did beat Emma Danielson twice in a row. Taking down one of the fiercest competitors in the roster... A woman that, like me, had to defeat a lot of women in the same match to get to the top. I'm a big admirer of yours. And that's why I want to beat you. I NEED to beat you. And after I do it... Or die trying... I'm still gonna admire you. But I need the thrill of being able to say that I have beaten the best stuff the competition ever sent my way.
... oh yeah, and there's the championship involved, so yeah, I'd kinda like to keep it to me for some time, I hope you don't mind.