Post by Tara Fenix on Sept 21, 2011 18:14:37 GMT -6
It was two weeks ago, when I was supposed to stand in the ring with Emma Danielson. When I was supposed to be her partner... our opponents were none other than the new Tag Team Champions --- Ayla and Rayne --- and it was throughout that week that Rayne came to me, and told me what I was blinding myself to... told me about things that I didn't want to believe, because I wanted to believe that everybody in the back was capable of taking this division into the next generation.
With honor.
Carrying the name... making every woman around the world look at us, envy us, and want to someday be in the same ring as us! It's how a lot of them got here... but... then we got people like Amy Marshall.
You asked me last week, Ayla, why I did what I did... when all you had to do was pay attention to what I was saying, pay attention to the fact that I told people. I had a message I needed to send. I had to let he entire company know that nobody is safe --- not Emma, not Amy, not Megan...
No one!
I truly don't know what's going on with them anymore... but if Rayne wants me to continue this fight on her side, then she had better come let me know. Otherwise, I'll continue this fight and pick up where they leave their slack.
Now, this leads me to take a little look back to how I used to be... how Rayne pointed out to how I used to be... I don't tolerate these jokes. I don't tolerate people that don't come into this industry and aim for perfection! I've said it long before to people in the past --- and I'm going to get back to it. I'm going to focus on making sure that this division has the very best competition, and I'm going to make sure that you're all on your toes for this one.
Amy Marshall.
What was it that you were once called?
Roxxxie?
I've seen many girls like you in the past... the ones who only give a damn what these perverts want. I mean, let's face it right now... Amy... you've got Jason Evans eyeing you. I don't know if you know as much about him as I do, but he has got to be by far the biggest pervert in the company! The fact that you haven't vomited already shows me that you have very low standards.
You're a disgrace to me, Amy.
You're a disgrace to the division.
You're a disgrace to women.
Do you know how hard I've worked to make sure that we're respected inside the ring? How hard I've worked to make sure that people will look at us and not see just eyecandy, but see someone who can get the job done? And be the best? Years, Amy. YEARS. I have worked at making sure that we won't be looked down on --- just for you to step foot into my ring, and shatter it.
This Sunday... we're going to be in that ring...
I'm going to make you regret everything you've done.
I'm going to make you regret tarnishing what I've created.
When I'm through with you, Amy... I'm going to have you on your knees, pleading that I forgive you. Pleading that I take you under my wing, and show you exactly what it means to be a professional wrestler.
If you're not on your knees and begging for my forgiveness, my job is not done!
I know what you're thinking... like everyone else...
I know that no one in the back is going to claim to want a piece of me, because I'm not that World Champion. I'm not the holder of the title, and I've been viewed as nothing from the very first moment that I walked through those doors --- I'll take my piece, though. And I'm not going to stop taking my piece until I have it all.
Some people know who I used to be... some people know that I still have it inside of me... some people know that I'm still the very best that this industry has to offer, and you know what the scariest part of that is? Everybody knows it. Everybody knows that I have that feeling lingering inside of me, that will make me excel past anybody else on that roster... everybody knows that I can do it, and when I say that I can, I mean that I will do it.
Because I've done it before.
I've done it before.
And I'll do it again.
You see, I'm no stranger to being in this kind of predicament... I'm no stranger to people looking over me, and thinking that I'm truly nothing. That I'm truly a nobody. I used to be in an organization that didn't tell a woman they weren't able to step in the ring with a man --- and I wasn't scared to step into the ring with them. I wasn't scared to step into the ring with the biggest man in the company, the baddest man in the company, and take him to his limits! Beat him at his limits!
I was able to do that...
What makes you think I can't do this?
What makes you believe I don't have a chance?
I was the best that this industry had to offer.
I am the best that this industry has to offer.
[/color]With honor.
Carrying the name... making every woman around the world look at us, envy us, and want to someday be in the same ring as us! It's how a lot of them got here... but... then we got people like Amy Marshall.
You asked me last week, Ayla, why I did what I did... when all you had to do was pay attention to what I was saying, pay attention to the fact that I told people. I had a message I needed to send. I had to let he entire company know that nobody is safe --- not Emma, not Amy, not Megan...
No one!
I truly don't know what's going on with them anymore... but if Rayne wants me to continue this fight on her side, then she had better come let me know. Otherwise, I'll continue this fight and pick up where they leave their slack.
Now, this leads me to take a little look back to how I used to be... how Rayne pointed out to how I used to be... I don't tolerate these jokes. I don't tolerate people that don't come into this industry and aim for perfection! I've said it long before to people in the past --- and I'm going to get back to it. I'm going to focus on making sure that this division has the very best competition, and I'm going to make sure that you're all on your toes for this one.
Amy Marshall.
What was it that you were once called?
Roxxxie?
I've seen many girls like you in the past... the ones who only give a damn what these perverts want. I mean, let's face it right now... Amy... you've got Jason Evans eyeing you. I don't know if you know as much about him as I do, but he has got to be by far the biggest pervert in the company! The fact that you haven't vomited already shows me that you have very low standards.
You're a disgrace to me, Amy.
You're a disgrace to the division.
You're a disgrace to women.
Do you know how hard I've worked to make sure that we're respected inside the ring? How hard I've worked to make sure that people will look at us and not see just eyecandy, but see someone who can get the job done? And be the best? Years, Amy. YEARS. I have worked at making sure that we won't be looked down on --- just for you to step foot into my ring, and shatter it.
This Sunday... we're going to be in that ring...
I'm going to make you regret everything you've done.
I'm going to make you regret tarnishing what I've created.
When I'm through with you, Amy... I'm going to have you on your knees, pleading that I forgive you. Pleading that I take you under my wing, and show you exactly what it means to be a professional wrestler.
If you're not on your knees and begging for my forgiveness, my job is not done!
I know what you're thinking... like everyone else...
I know that no one in the back is going to claim to want a piece of me, because I'm not that World Champion. I'm not the holder of the title, and I've been viewed as nothing from the very first moment that I walked through those doors --- I'll take my piece, though. And I'm not going to stop taking my piece until I have it all.
Some people know who I used to be... some people know that I still have it inside of me... some people know that I'm still the very best that this industry has to offer, and you know what the scariest part of that is? Everybody knows it. Everybody knows that I have that feeling lingering inside of me, that will make me excel past anybody else on that roster... everybody knows that I can do it, and when I say that I can, I mean that I will do it.
Because I've done it before.
I've done it before.
And I'll do it again.
You see, I'm no stranger to being in this kind of predicament... I'm no stranger to people looking over me, and thinking that I'm truly nothing. That I'm truly a nobody. I used to be in an organization that didn't tell a woman they weren't able to step in the ring with a man --- and I wasn't scared to step into the ring with them. I wasn't scared to step into the ring with the biggest man in the company, the baddest man in the company, and take him to his limits! Beat him at his limits!
I was able to do that...
What makes you think I can't do this?
What makes you believe I don't have a chance?
I was the best that this industry had to offer.
I am the best that this industry has to offer.
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{The scene opens up back on the front porch in Hartford, where we immediately see the couple sitting there... Angel sitting in a regular chair, and Tara sitting across his lap, with one arm around him as she looks out towards the children playing in the front yard. Angel lifts his hand and caresses her cheek for a moment. The mere touch sparks a smile on Tara's face, and she turns to face Angel, her eyes sparkling as they meet his. They share a passionate kiss for a moment before Tara sits back up, and holds Angel's face in her hands.}
Angel:
"There's something I've been wanting to ask you..."
{His tone was a little more serious, and Tara releases his face. Her eyes are still locked onto his and she nods her head, letting him ask the question that he had.}
Angel:
"Why did you betray Emma? It's not like you to throw away a match... for anything..."
Tara:
"Simple, Angel. I told Ayla this already... I had to send a message. I had to make it clear that people weren't going to get the same me anymore. You remember how we used to be... when we first met... what brought us together. That will never leave me. And... well... I worked very hard to give women the respect that they now get. I'm not going to let anyone ruin that."
Angel:
"How was Emma ruining it? She seemed to get herself cleaned up, and was great inside the ring."
Tara:
"I don't know... it's just that... well, that's what I felt. I felt that it was the right thing to do. I felt that it was the only thing to do."
Angel:
"What about BWA? Ayla, as a founding member of them, didn't seem pleased by it."
{A smirk came to the face of Tara.}
Tara:
"If they don't want me to fight alongside them because of what I did, then that's fine. You know better than anyone else... I don't need anyone else."
{Scene fades.}
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The Queen of Queens. That's the name that I used to go by... that's the name that a lot of people remember me by. Because I would go out to that ring and tell everybody that I was better than them. More importantly, I would prove that I was better than them.
I don't wish to be the Queen anymore.
Too many followers... too many imitators... too many pretenders... there's too many women that are claiming themselves to be the royalty, too many claiming to be a Queen. Trish Newborn, Emma Danielson, even Amy Marshall.
I don't want any part of it.
The Queen is dead.
The Queen is gone.
The Queen is no more.
Everybody is going to see a different side of Tara that they aren't very familiar with. BWA, they play nice... compared to me... I'm going to be the Savior that this division needs me to be. The Savior that this industry needs me to be. There won't be any excuses. Only... results.[/i][/center]