Post by Rayne on Sept 22, 2011 16:15:06 GMT -6
{ Open on a close up of Rayne. }
Hello Kathy.
{ Polite wave. }
I want to start this promo out a little differently than usual. I would, if you let me, like to start this promo out with a simple apology.
Shocked?
Don't be. You see for the last couple of weeks you have been hitting pretty hard on the verbal front about how you along with Shelly Jones and Roxi Johnson were the innovators of this division, not us, and how we owe you at least a modicum of respect.
Well Kath, I'm sorry you didn't hear me the first time I acknowledged your pre BWA presence within New Championship Wrestling, I was not made aware that you and I were speaking different languages.
Forgive me?
You'd think for a girl so intent on researching her opponents to find every single crack and crevice in their arguments as well as their in ring ability you'd have caught the two separate promos I cut giving you credit where credit was due... But then that'd poke a big giant hole in your lack of respect argument against me... Whoops.
Guess I'm sorry for that too.
Let it be known from this day forward that Kathleen Conway is one of the originals of the "Starlets" division and should be treated as such and that I, Sandy Rayne, one half of the World Tag Team Champions and member of Bitches With Attitude give HER and HER alone my respect and thanks for paving the way...
Exactly what you paved? I'll never know...
See Kath, I can be reasonable, I can be respectful. When I see someone who has earned it, like you, I have no qualms giving it. Simple as that. You on the other hand? You have a serious issue with accepting, giving or even earning respect.
Yeah, we fired the first shot and got the drop on you and Mercy way back when, but where have you ladies been? Defeating us in every single in ring encounter since? Nope, that was us. Hiding out backstage while trying to think up a clever name for a match you honestly didn't earn? Sounds like you. Congrats by the way on the "BIG" win over PooP... Must be real proud of that one...
Thing is Kath, you are unable to accept that we are what we say we are and will do what we say we will do, mostly because it means you lose.
You sit back and paint us as two dimensional comic book villains claiming because Ayla and I haven't gone out of our way to injure or maim every single one of the plastics that we have deviated from our original mission statement...
Sorry again then for evolving and growing as people and realizing our original mission statement was probably a little convoluted.
Leo WILL NOT let the "Starlet" die so simply "killing" all his precious little plastics is not an option. So we tweaked our mission statement, adjusted our tactics for the battle ahead and if you consider crushing every single opponent in our way and proving week in and week out that his plastics simply cannot stand up to two REAL wrestlers a failure... I'd hate to see what you consider victory...
Probably a cheap title win over a single opponent in a TAG TEAM match...
Simply put Kath, we cannot kill the "Starlet."
However, as we have stated before, like Zelda before us, we will make that word mean something again.
We will continue doing what we're doing day in and day out until Fox gets it through his thick ****ing skull that the people pay to see WRESTLERS WRESTLE, not tits bounce up and down while two air headed whores slap fight for thirty seconds in a bra and panties match.
We are putting the WRESTLER back into the "Starlet", deal with it.
As for your little S.E.X. match, it's cute Kat. But tell me something, after Mercy taps out like the fake little cry baby bitch that she is will you roll over and die like you did for Kelly last week or will you keep fighting to prove you belong?
Face it, you couldn't keep it together against Kelly Knite in her first match back, basically admitting defeat and throwing out excuses days before the match. What are you going to do to us Sunday that's gonna be any different?
Choke harder?
You want respect? ****ing earn it. Time to man up.
I told you once this is the dawn of a new era in women's wrestling and your either with us or against us.
As far as I'm concerned your "opportunity" was little more than dumb luck and Sunday night inside that ring...
Your luck runs out.
Sandy... Who are you talking to?
{ Pull back on Ayla standing next to Rayne. }
Kathy Conway, why?
Uhhh... Sandy... That's a brick wall.
{ Turn to see both women facing a brick wall. }
I know.
{ Wink. }
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
OMG! I have to see that again! Gotta hit rewind, fast!
"Look! Right there! SHE GOT PINNED! SHELLY LOST TO PooP! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Ayla tries to catch me but it's too much and I fall off the back of the bench in the ladies locker room.
"I think I'm crying Ayla."
A hand reaches for mine and I look up to see the ever glowering face of Kyle.
"You know, that's not terribly respectful."
"Yeah well, after all the trash Shelly talked about us I find it a little satisfying that she just lost to a tag team named PooP."
"It's PoP."
"Tomato, tomato."
I smile at Kyle and dust myself off, Ayla jumps up and wraps her arms around him.
"How ya feeling this week!?"
"Pretty good... Hey uh, Sandy..."
Kyle eyes the door like he wants me to leave... I think he's going to ask her out... Gotta stop him.
"Do you think-"
"We should get some dinner? Sure, sounds good."
"No I was thinking-"
"A couple dozen wings between friends and a few beers? Love the idea."
"Sandy, let the man speak."
Kyle swallows before turning to face Ayla... I can't watch him have his heart broken.
"Kyle!"
I grab him by the shirt and pull him toward the door. He looks at me like I'm crazy and whispers into my ear.
"I'm trying to tell her how I feel."
"I know. Don't... At least... Not right now."
I shot him a reassuring smile but he sees past it, he always does. His head drops as he walks out the door. Ayla comes bounding to my side.
"What was that about?"
"Huh?"
She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Are you two... You know?"
"What!? No!"
"Cuz if ya wanna, I'm cool with it."
"Dammit Ayla, he likes you!"
Her jaw drops.
"What? No way."
"Head over heels, Ayla."
She peeks her head out around the door and sees him leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed looking like someone just punted his puppy over the interstate.
"Really?"
"Really."
Is it pride, arrogance or ignorance Mercy?
Which one?
A little of each?
Allot of each?
I need to know so I can understand why after the last two months you honestly believe you still stand a chance against us? Don't you get it Mercy? Your the weak link in the group. Your the one we don't like. Your the one we don't respect. Your the reason we attacked you oh so long ago.
You.
Because your a disrespectful little bitch who looks down her nose at every single opponent. You walk around here with your head held high, chest puffed out like we answer to you. Like your the crown jewel of women's wrestling in nCw. Like your something to aspire toward.
So we took you down a peg.
Then another.
And another.
And now look Mercy, your trying so desperately to step it up against us. Your trying to answer the call of a couple REAL wrestlers looking for REAL competition... Which is exactly what we wanted from you.
Too bad your not good enough.
Our little mission here isn't just a matter of beating up fake breasted whores and former porn stars. It's about making each and every one of you step the **** up and beat our ass. What would be the point of just injuring a bunch of little girls we could beat anyways when it's way more fun to make you think you stand a chance?
Look at you Mercy, fired up and ready to go.
Your welcome. Now you know what it's like to be us.
You may be some big name in some other company where the roster is full of Amy Marshall wannabes but the thing that separates nCw from every other company is...
We're the best in the world.
This company, this roster, the people who watch it, demand our best day in and day out. We give it. Every match. Every opponent. Every. Single. Day. Bitches with Attitude steps into that ring we go all out with nothing to lose.
This isn't about title belts for us.
Or wins in the column.
This is about elevating women's wrestling to where it SHOULD be as opposed to where it is. So do me a favor this week Mercy, waste a little less time pod-casting the days of your life and spend a little more time getting ready for us...
Because we're more than ready for you.
You want these titles? You want to make us eat our words? Stop talking about it, stop running your mouth, stop wasting my time and actually do it because I've heard you talk. God have I heard you talk, and at the end of the day the only thing you seem to be good at is running your damn mouth and I've honestly had enough.
Time to put up or shut up.
Ayla and I don't want easy victories. We don't want handi capped opponents or half hearted efforts. We don't want to waste our time with someone whose only using wrestling to break into the industry. We want your absolute best, Mercy, you and every single woman in the back along with you. We want you to get inside that ring and give us hell. We want you to come at us even harder than we come at you. Wrestle us like your damn life's depended on it. Not because we're going to end your careers, not because we even care to try, but because that's how we're going to come at you.
You've got a chance to make history this Sunday. Become the first two time Women's World Tag Team Champions. Solidify your spots on this roster, in this company and in the annals of nCw history. A chance to become a corner stone and truly something for the women below you to aspire toward. A chance to become legendary...
So don't **** it up by being yourselves.
Ayla slipped by Kyle seemingly un noticed, or he just didn't care to look up. I was about to go up to him when I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder, so I turned.
"Hello, Tara."
"Rayne."
She didn't look happy, I'm sure I didn't either.
"Listen, if you two want me to be a part-"
"Why don't you listen for a change?"
That caught her off guard.
"You want to be a part of the solution as opposed to being a part of the problem? Stop pretending your the only ****ing one who matters around here! This is a division filled with some of the best as well as some of the worst wrestlers in women's wrestling and your not going to save a damn thing if you TAKE OUT THE BEST!"
She didn't like being yelled at, call it a sixth sense but I could tell.
"Then maybe it's time she acted like it Rayne! For a long time I was-"
"I DON'T CARE! I don't care what you were in XHF or anywhere else! All I care about is nCw and the women who wrestle here. Kelly Knite said if we didn't like the way things worked here we should quit. Quitting isn't how you usher in change. Hurting people isn't how you usher in change. You raise the bar and make everyone else step up."
"And that's what I'm going to do."
Tara glares at me. I don't back down. She doesn't scare me.
"Then do it in the ring, Tara."
We're nose to nose.
"I'm not afraid of you Rayne."
"You shouldn't be. Just be ready."
"For what?"
"That change."
I back off, give her room to breath, to calm down, to re think her little mission statement. Savior of the women's division? She could be, but she can't do it alone and from what I can tell we're the only ones offering her a helping hand.
"It's awful lonely out there without any friends, Tara. Remember that."
She just continues to glare as I walk back over to Kyle and grab him by the arm. He looks up.
"Nice speech."
"Shut it bird boy."
"Check."
Change is a word getting thrown around allot lately in nCw. Everyone seems to want to change the way this company works, from Roberto Verona to Xander Famularo to even the men they seem to be fighting to knock off the top of the mountain like Steve Awesome and Rob Diamond.
Everyone wants to change this place for the better.
Are you listening yet Fox?
Change is coming to nCw. Big change. Whether you want it to or not and before long you won't be able to hide behind suits and merchandise sales to justify the way you've been running things. Before long our voices will be too loud for you to ignore.
The people want change.
The people demand change.
Ayla and I, Roberto and Xander... Consider us the calm before the storm...
The winds of change are blowing...
It's not going to end with us... It's only beginning... And trust me.
It can Rayne all the Time.
Hello Kathy.
{ Polite wave. }
I want to start this promo out a little differently than usual. I would, if you let me, like to start this promo out with a simple apology.
Shocked?
Don't be. You see for the last couple of weeks you have been hitting pretty hard on the verbal front about how you along with Shelly Jones and Roxi Johnson were the innovators of this division, not us, and how we owe you at least a modicum of respect.
Well Kath, I'm sorry you didn't hear me the first time I acknowledged your pre BWA presence within New Championship Wrestling, I was not made aware that you and I were speaking different languages.
Forgive me?
You'd think for a girl so intent on researching her opponents to find every single crack and crevice in their arguments as well as their in ring ability you'd have caught the two separate promos I cut giving you credit where credit was due... But then that'd poke a big giant hole in your lack of respect argument against me... Whoops.
Guess I'm sorry for that too.
Let it be known from this day forward that Kathleen Conway is one of the originals of the "Starlets" division and should be treated as such and that I, Sandy Rayne, one half of the World Tag Team Champions and member of Bitches With Attitude give HER and HER alone my respect and thanks for paving the way...
Exactly what you paved? I'll never know...
See Kath, I can be reasonable, I can be respectful. When I see someone who has earned it, like you, I have no qualms giving it. Simple as that. You on the other hand? You have a serious issue with accepting, giving or even earning respect.
Yeah, we fired the first shot and got the drop on you and Mercy way back when, but where have you ladies been? Defeating us in every single in ring encounter since? Nope, that was us. Hiding out backstage while trying to think up a clever name for a match you honestly didn't earn? Sounds like you. Congrats by the way on the "BIG" win over PooP... Must be real proud of that one...
Thing is Kath, you are unable to accept that we are what we say we are and will do what we say we will do, mostly because it means you lose.
You sit back and paint us as two dimensional comic book villains claiming because Ayla and I haven't gone out of our way to injure or maim every single one of the plastics that we have deviated from our original mission statement...
Sorry again then for evolving and growing as people and realizing our original mission statement was probably a little convoluted.
Leo WILL NOT let the "Starlet" die so simply "killing" all his precious little plastics is not an option. So we tweaked our mission statement, adjusted our tactics for the battle ahead and if you consider crushing every single opponent in our way and proving week in and week out that his plastics simply cannot stand up to two REAL wrestlers a failure... I'd hate to see what you consider victory...
Probably a cheap title win over a single opponent in a TAG TEAM match...
Simply put Kath, we cannot kill the "Starlet."
However, as we have stated before, like Zelda before us, we will make that word mean something again.
We will continue doing what we're doing day in and day out until Fox gets it through his thick ****ing skull that the people pay to see WRESTLERS WRESTLE, not tits bounce up and down while two air headed whores slap fight for thirty seconds in a bra and panties match.
We are putting the WRESTLER back into the "Starlet", deal with it.
As for your little S.E.X. match, it's cute Kat. But tell me something, after Mercy taps out like the fake little cry baby bitch that she is will you roll over and die like you did for Kelly last week or will you keep fighting to prove you belong?
Face it, you couldn't keep it together against Kelly Knite in her first match back, basically admitting defeat and throwing out excuses days before the match. What are you going to do to us Sunday that's gonna be any different?
Choke harder?
You want respect? ****ing earn it. Time to man up.
I told you once this is the dawn of a new era in women's wrestling and your either with us or against us.
As far as I'm concerned your "opportunity" was little more than dumb luck and Sunday night inside that ring...
Your luck runs out.
Sandy... Who are you talking to?
{ Pull back on Ayla standing next to Rayne. }
Kathy Conway, why?
Uhhh... Sandy... That's a brick wall.
{ Turn to see both women facing a brick wall. }
I know.
{ Wink. }
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
OMG! I have to see that again! Gotta hit rewind, fast!
"Look! Right there! SHE GOT PINNED! SHELLY LOST TO PooP! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Ayla tries to catch me but it's too much and I fall off the back of the bench in the ladies locker room.
"I think I'm crying Ayla."
A hand reaches for mine and I look up to see the ever glowering face of Kyle.
"You know, that's not terribly respectful."
"Yeah well, after all the trash Shelly talked about us I find it a little satisfying that she just lost to a tag team named PooP."
"It's PoP."
"Tomato, tomato."
I smile at Kyle and dust myself off, Ayla jumps up and wraps her arms around him.
"How ya feeling this week!?"
"Pretty good... Hey uh, Sandy..."
Kyle eyes the door like he wants me to leave... I think he's going to ask her out... Gotta stop him.
"Do you think-"
"We should get some dinner? Sure, sounds good."
"No I was thinking-"
"A couple dozen wings between friends and a few beers? Love the idea."
"Sandy, let the man speak."
Kyle swallows before turning to face Ayla... I can't watch him have his heart broken.
"Kyle!"
I grab him by the shirt and pull him toward the door. He looks at me like I'm crazy and whispers into my ear.
"I'm trying to tell her how I feel."
"I know. Don't... At least... Not right now."
I shot him a reassuring smile but he sees past it, he always does. His head drops as he walks out the door. Ayla comes bounding to my side.
"What was that about?"
"Huh?"
She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Are you two... You know?"
"What!? No!"
"Cuz if ya wanna, I'm cool with it."
"Dammit Ayla, he likes you!"
Her jaw drops.
"What? No way."
"Head over heels, Ayla."
She peeks her head out around the door and sees him leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed looking like someone just punted his puppy over the interstate.
"Really?"
"Really."
Is it pride, arrogance or ignorance Mercy?
Which one?
A little of each?
Allot of each?
I need to know so I can understand why after the last two months you honestly believe you still stand a chance against us? Don't you get it Mercy? Your the weak link in the group. Your the one we don't like. Your the one we don't respect. Your the reason we attacked you oh so long ago.
You.
Because your a disrespectful little bitch who looks down her nose at every single opponent. You walk around here with your head held high, chest puffed out like we answer to you. Like your the crown jewel of women's wrestling in nCw. Like your something to aspire toward.
So we took you down a peg.
Then another.
And another.
And now look Mercy, your trying so desperately to step it up against us. Your trying to answer the call of a couple REAL wrestlers looking for REAL competition... Which is exactly what we wanted from you.
Too bad your not good enough.
Our little mission here isn't just a matter of beating up fake breasted whores and former porn stars. It's about making each and every one of you step the **** up and beat our ass. What would be the point of just injuring a bunch of little girls we could beat anyways when it's way more fun to make you think you stand a chance?
Look at you Mercy, fired up and ready to go.
Your welcome. Now you know what it's like to be us.
You may be some big name in some other company where the roster is full of Amy Marshall wannabes but the thing that separates nCw from every other company is...
We're the best in the world.
This company, this roster, the people who watch it, demand our best day in and day out. We give it. Every match. Every opponent. Every. Single. Day. Bitches with Attitude steps into that ring we go all out with nothing to lose.
This isn't about title belts for us.
Or wins in the column.
This is about elevating women's wrestling to where it SHOULD be as opposed to where it is. So do me a favor this week Mercy, waste a little less time pod-casting the days of your life and spend a little more time getting ready for us...
Because we're more than ready for you.
You want these titles? You want to make us eat our words? Stop talking about it, stop running your mouth, stop wasting my time and actually do it because I've heard you talk. God have I heard you talk, and at the end of the day the only thing you seem to be good at is running your damn mouth and I've honestly had enough.
Time to put up or shut up.
Ayla and I don't want easy victories. We don't want handi capped opponents or half hearted efforts. We don't want to waste our time with someone whose only using wrestling to break into the industry. We want your absolute best, Mercy, you and every single woman in the back along with you. We want you to get inside that ring and give us hell. We want you to come at us even harder than we come at you. Wrestle us like your damn life's depended on it. Not because we're going to end your careers, not because we even care to try, but because that's how we're going to come at you.
You've got a chance to make history this Sunday. Become the first two time Women's World Tag Team Champions. Solidify your spots on this roster, in this company and in the annals of nCw history. A chance to become a corner stone and truly something for the women below you to aspire toward. A chance to become legendary...
So don't **** it up by being yourselves.
Ayla slipped by Kyle seemingly un noticed, or he just didn't care to look up. I was about to go up to him when I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder, so I turned.
"Hello, Tara."
"Rayne."
She didn't look happy, I'm sure I didn't either.
"Listen, if you two want me to be a part-"
"Why don't you listen for a change?"
That caught her off guard.
"You want to be a part of the solution as opposed to being a part of the problem? Stop pretending your the only ****ing one who matters around here! This is a division filled with some of the best as well as some of the worst wrestlers in women's wrestling and your not going to save a damn thing if you TAKE OUT THE BEST!"
She didn't like being yelled at, call it a sixth sense but I could tell.
"Then maybe it's time she acted like it Rayne! For a long time I was-"
"I DON'T CARE! I don't care what you were in XHF or anywhere else! All I care about is nCw and the women who wrestle here. Kelly Knite said if we didn't like the way things worked here we should quit. Quitting isn't how you usher in change. Hurting people isn't how you usher in change. You raise the bar and make everyone else step up."
"And that's what I'm going to do."
Tara glares at me. I don't back down. She doesn't scare me.
"Then do it in the ring, Tara."
We're nose to nose.
"I'm not afraid of you Rayne."
"You shouldn't be. Just be ready."
"For what?"
"That change."
I back off, give her room to breath, to calm down, to re think her little mission statement. Savior of the women's division? She could be, but she can't do it alone and from what I can tell we're the only ones offering her a helping hand.
"It's awful lonely out there without any friends, Tara. Remember that."
She just continues to glare as I walk back over to Kyle and grab him by the arm. He looks up.
"Nice speech."
"Shut it bird boy."
"Check."
Change is a word getting thrown around allot lately in nCw. Everyone seems to want to change the way this company works, from Roberto Verona to Xander Famularo to even the men they seem to be fighting to knock off the top of the mountain like Steve Awesome and Rob Diamond.
Everyone wants to change this place for the better.
Are you listening yet Fox?
Change is coming to nCw. Big change. Whether you want it to or not and before long you won't be able to hide behind suits and merchandise sales to justify the way you've been running things. Before long our voices will be too loud for you to ignore.
The people want change.
The people demand change.
Ayla and I, Roberto and Xander... Consider us the calm before the storm...
The winds of change are blowing...
It's not going to end with us... It's only beginning... And trust me.
It can Rayne all the Time.