Post by Tara Fenix on Aug 28, 2011 6:09:26 GMT -6
I swear, Trish Newborn is going to force me to have a brain aneurysm... she reminds me of all of the people in the back who talk a lot of talk, but talk a lot of propaganda. They don't do their homework by checking their sources, they don't even listen to what you have to say --- they just spit out words, and hope for the best.
I sigh, and bring my hand down from my forehead as my eyes roll to the side to see the camera that is watching just a few feet away. I let my hand scratch the inside of my arm, just under my bicep, and I turn my head to look at the camera letting the viewers see the frustration in my eyes.
You know what really... really... frustrates me, Trish? The fact that you like to put words in my mouth. The fact that you make all of these assumptions, and truly under the impression that you're right and everybody else is wrong.
With how frustrated I am with these accusations all racing through my mind, I couldn't help but keep my voice high. Disgruntled.
I'm going to be stepping into Nothing To Lose with the notion that it's going to be another quick victory. Really? Really? I've said it before, and I will say it again: Every single time I step out into that ring, there's one thing on my mind! One thing alone! Destruction! I aim to destroy my opponent, not take it easy on them... I don't care if they last three seconds, or three hours, I'm going to go out into that ring with anybody who gets put in front of me and I'm going to do absolutely everything that I can to make sure I walk out as the winner.
Does this sound familiar to you, Trish?
I think it does, because it sounds like you've completely ripped me off... it sounds like you're hearing every word I say, seeing that fire in my eyes --- and so you mock me, because you want that fire. You want to be seen as the greatest, and most competitive bitch on the roster! Guess what, though, it's not happening. Not on my watch.
I shook my head to the camera, making sure that Trish new that she wasn't the greatest... was far from the greatest, and would never be the greatest with the path that she was going down.
Competition, it's why I came back... it's why I do what I do... it's why I can't stop! Because I don't just want to be the greatest. I have to be. Call it a disorder, or attention whore, however you want to call it. I have to be in the middle, I have to be the best! Second place isn't good enough for me, like it is for you... this is where you settled, at second place. After you lost your second championship, guess where you went?
I point down.
To the bottom of the pile.
Forgotten.
I pause, letting the word settle to the bottom of Trish's stomach, and let her realize that she was forgotten. Nobody cared about her anymore.
Because nobody cares about little Trish Newborn, and that's why you made a target out of me... because when every single fan in the Mullins Center got out of their seat and gave me that standing ovation, you knew that everybody cared for me, while no one cared for you. You realized that no matter how many titles you win, no matter how many times you have to claw yourself to the top, you're never going to be me. You're never going to get the respect that everybody else gives me.
Next time, Trish, you better think twice before you start putting words in my mouth... next time, you better remember what I do to you inside the ring at Nothing To Lose. This war, like I said, you started... you could have left it alone in that one match that we had, where it wasn't personal. It was business. But you couldn't do that! You had to take the next step further, and start this war --- and then do what?
I poke myself with my index finger, to point towards myself.
ACCUSE ME?!
I take my finger away from my chest, propping my elbow up on the table in front of me.
You accuse me of starting this. You are proving to be stupider, and stupider, the more you speak, so I think you need to do the entire world a favor and just SHUT UP.
I don't have to start a crusade to be able to tell my children that I was the greatest wrestler that ever entered the ring. I already am.
This is another thing I don't get with the likes of you... I didn't bring up my past. I didn't mention what I did in the past, I merely mentioned that; I am the best at what I do, and that's all there is to it. I didn't say why. Like I said, I didn't bring up my past. YOU brought it up! What did you do after that? Oh, that's right. You blame me. I swear, it's like you plot out every single conversation that you're ever going to have, and you try to plot it out exactly how it's going to go and when it doesn't go that way --- you don't care, you keep going the way that you plotted it, because you were too stupid to realize that I didn't say half of the words that you brought up.
Hell, let me bring up the fact that you say I can't perform to the "great" level that I once did... let's talk about that for a moment. Do you know how many people still talk about Zelda Knite versus Tara Fenix, match of the week? Everybody! Everybody wants to see Zelda get signed back in, just to see the rematch... just to see us rip each other apart, and leave it all in that ring. She may have won that night, but I didn't disappoint anybody. I remember that night vividly, and I remember standing after the match... looking out at all the fans... and not seeing one fan sitting. Not seeing one fan disappointed.
I lift my hand to the sky, wanting her to truly visualize those fans in their seats.
Can you do that?
My hand drops back down, flat on the table.
Can you get into the ring with me and force every fan to get out of their seats, because we'll leave everything we have inside that ring?
Can you make people remember this night... August 28, 2011... remember that we got into the ring, and just when everybody thought you couldn't take anymore; get your ass back up?!
All the talk that you've done, all the attacks that you made, and all the words that you put in my mouth... you're going to choke on all of it. You're not going to make these fans remember Nothing To Lose, you're not even going to make me remember your name.
What is going to happen is you're going to lie flat on your back, in the middle of that ring... and you're going to ask yourself just what you got yourself into. Just what kind of monster you decided to provoke. And you, Trish, you're going to regret it.
See you in the ring, doll.
{Scene fades.}
I sigh, and bring my hand down from my forehead as my eyes roll to the side to see the camera that is watching just a few feet away. I let my hand scratch the inside of my arm, just under my bicep, and I turn my head to look at the camera letting the viewers see the frustration in my eyes.
You know what really... really... frustrates me, Trish? The fact that you like to put words in my mouth. The fact that you make all of these assumptions, and truly under the impression that you're right and everybody else is wrong.
With how frustrated I am with these accusations all racing through my mind, I couldn't help but keep my voice high. Disgruntled.
I'm going to be stepping into Nothing To Lose with the notion that it's going to be another quick victory. Really? Really? I've said it before, and I will say it again: Every single time I step out into that ring, there's one thing on my mind! One thing alone! Destruction! I aim to destroy my opponent, not take it easy on them... I don't care if they last three seconds, or three hours, I'm going to go out into that ring with anybody who gets put in front of me and I'm going to do absolutely everything that I can to make sure I walk out as the winner.
Does this sound familiar to you, Trish?
I think it does, because it sounds like you've completely ripped me off... it sounds like you're hearing every word I say, seeing that fire in my eyes --- and so you mock me, because you want that fire. You want to be seen as the greatest, and most competitive bitch on the roster! Guess what, though, it's not happening. Not on my watch.
I shook my head to the camera, making sure that Trish new that she wasn't the greatest... was far from the greatest, and would never be the greatest with the path that she was going down.
Competition, it's why I came back... it's why I do what I do... it's why I can't stop! Because I don't just want to be the greatest. I have to be. Call it a disorder, or attention whore, however you want to call it. I have to be in the middle, I have to be the best! Second place isn't good enough for me, like it is for you... this is where you settled, at second place. After you lost your second championship, guess where you went?
I point down.
To the bottom of the pile.
Forgotten.
I pause, letting the word settle to the bottom of Trish's stomach, and let her realize that she was forgotten. Nobody cared about her anymore.
Because nobody cares about little Trish Newborn, and that's why you made a target out of me... because when every single fan in the Mullins Center got out of their seat and gave me that standing ovation, you knew that everybody cared for me, while no one cared for you. You realized that no matter how many titles you win, no matter how many times you have to claw yourself to the top, you're never going to be me. You're never going to get the respect that everybody else gives me.
Next time, Trish, you better think twice before you start putting words in my mouth... next time, you better remember what I do to you inside the ring at Nothing To Lose. This war, like I said, you started... you could have left it alone in that one match that we had, where it wasn't personal. It was business. But you couldn't do that! You had to take the next step further, and start this war --- and then do what?
I poke myself with my index finger, to point towards myself.
ACCUSE ME?!
I take my finger away from my chest, propping my elbow up on the table in front of me.
You accuse me of starting this. You are proving to be stupider, and stupider, the more you speak, so I think you need to do the entire world a favor and just SHUT UP.
I don't have to start a crusade to be able to tell my children that I was the greatest wrestler that ever entered the ring. I already am.
This is another thing I don't get with the likes of you... I didn't bring up my past. I didn't mention what I did in the past, I merely mentioned that; I am the best at what I do, and that's all there is to it. I didn't say why. Like I said, I didn't bring up my past. YOU brought it up! What did you do after that? Oh, that's right. You blame me. I swear, it's like you plot out every single conversation that you're ever going to have, and you try to plot it out exactly how it's going to go and when it doesn't go that way --- you don't care, you keep going the way that you plotted it, because you were too stupid to realize that I didn't say half of the words that you brought up.
Hell, let me bring up the fact that you say I can't perform to the "great" level that I once did... let's talk about that for a moment. Do you know how many people still talk about Zelda Knite versus Tara Fenix, match of the week? Everybody! Everybody wants to see Zelda get signed back in, just to see the rematch... just to see us rip each other apart, and leave it all in that ring. She may have won that night, but I didn't disappoint anybody. I remember that night vividly, and I remember standing after the match... looking out at all the fans... and not seeing one fan sitting. Not seeing one fan disappointed.
I lift my hand to the sky, wanting her to truly visualize those fans in their seats.
Can you do that?
My hand drops back down, flat on the table.
Can you get into the ring with me and force every fan to get out of their seats, because we'll leave everything we have inside that ring?
Can you make people remember this night... August 28, 2011... remember that we got into the ring, and just when everybody thought you couldn't take anymore; get your ass back up?!
All the talk that you've done, all the attacks that you made, and all the words that you put in my mouth... you're going to choke on all of it. You're not going to make these fans remember Nothing To Lose, you're not even going to make me remember your name.
What is going to happen is you're going to lie flat on your back, in the middle of that ring... and you're going to ask yourself just what you got yourself into. Just what kind of monster you decided to provoke. And you, Trish, you're going to regret it.
See you in the ring, doll.
{Scene fades.}