Post by Kelly Fox on Oct 29, 2011 19:21:09 GMT -6
… I feel free …
Until you hit the ground.
You know what I enjoy the most about getting inside your head? All the double talk that you keep rambling on about. You’re so mean, you’re so strong, you’re so tough, you don’t hesitate to tell anybody who will listen how dangerous you are, but then you want to keep going on and on and on about redemption like a ****ing broken record. See you sniveling twit, that’s exactly what I was talking about with you, that’s exactly what I’m pointing at when I bring it up, the fact that you only now look for redemption because that’s the only option you think you have left. You’re not being yourself, you’re not being the true Shelly, but thing again... maybe you’re right maybe nobody knows who the true Shelly is, but that could be because you change your godamn persona and attitude every damn week, depending on who the hell is in the match with you.
It’s a constant game of musical chairs, wondering which Shelly is going to show up, which Shelly is going to step out here and “open her eyes”, “look at the floor” or “turn her head” at you. The mean egotistical bitch Shelly or the cutey pie starlet. Then again I guess you really can’t tell the difference from all that shrugging and head turning, you may have a point.
**giggles**
How about you decide who you want to be, then you get back to me with all this dribble about how I don’t understand you, ok? From where I’m sitting, all I see is a whining little twat who can’t decide which way is up. Do you want to be the badass, do you want to be the sick demented soul, or do you want to be the prissy little princess who never meant any harm who is now all about the honor and valor of the good fight.
I’m beginning to think you never understood the point of anything I’ve said so far, I’m beginning to think you’re a lot like Tara Fenix. You’re picking and choosing a couple of things that I said that you don’t understand and harping on them and making yourself looking like a bumbling jackass. Let me spell it out for you, just like I had to do with Tara... I’m not trying to “get under your skin” I’m not trying to make you mad you simpleton, what I’m doing is making this match interesting since you just want to play the “look at me trying to redeem myself and trying to get cheap sympathy” ****. You keep wanting to talk about how much you adore me, how you swoon over my picture at night and how deep down in your heart you believe we’re soul mates and I’m trying to give the fans what they really want to see. Two people who want that ****ing belt more than the other does and are willing to go to any lengths to achieve it.
What did you do?
You rolled over.
Wait no... you repeated yourself a hundred *** damn times, then you rolled over.
Maybe next time you shouldn’t be trying to give Nikki Michaels the belt if you want to play the “I never give up” shtick. Just some friendly advice.
See Shelly... I really don’t have anything against you outside of what you said to Alysson, outside of what you did there I’ve always had this measure of respect for you and what you were doing. I just didn’t want to spend my entire week listening to you gush over me and listen to myself praise you. How interesting would it have been if the harshest thing we said about each other all week was “may the best woman win”. I don’t need to hate you, I don’t need to want to stomp your head in, I just knew that you didn’t have the guts to step up and be a little edgy. I knew that you wouldn’t stand up to me, I had to bring the bad ass to you and I had to start the fight, to make things fun.
You got by with your little stunts against Alysson because she let you, to you’re credit you’re a bit too smart for that against me, because you knew I’d smack you down in a heart beat, you knew that I would be able to counter all your bull**** like she couldn’t do. So you strayed away, that’s fine, but you don’t really have to hide it behind the veil of redemption and idiocy. Just come out and say it, you bullied Alysson... You just couldn’t pull that off against me.
There is one thing though, I just don’t understand about you.
You keep acting like you’ll get some holy redemption because of this?
I’m sorry if I’m not following you here, but since when has redemption and salvation ever been a product of how nice you can be to somebody one week of the year? Since when have you ever been able to wash away your sins inside a wrestling ring? That has got to be the most asinine thing I’ve ever heard, I mean it really... really is.
You’re not going to be redeemed of **** for facing me, just because you respect me and want to fight a clean fight against me, you’re not going to be magically absolved of what you had done. It doesn’t work that way, you have to show a history of change, you have to prove that you’re a better person now, you just can’t decide “this match means my redemption” because it’s not something for you to decide, it’s an honor to be bestowed on you for your actions, it’s not something that you can obtain, it’s something you earn. Furthermore, you keep talking about striving for this state of cleanliness but yet here you are still rambling on about how mean you really are and how venomous you could still be.
That. Doesn’t. Make. Any. Sense.
Do you want to be respectful or do you want to be a badass don’t give a damn bitch?
Do you want redemption or do you want to be feared.
Make up your damn mind.
You want to know what this match is to me? It’s my moment in time to finally see my dream come true, it’s my chance to prove that I could have done this all along that I shouldn’t have walked away, that I am worthy of being inside the ring with anybody. I want to prove to not only everybody out there watching me, but to myself what I’m really capable of.
See Shelly, I’m not fighting this match for Alysson, I didn’t come out to point my finger at you and talk about what you did to her and how that was so mean. No, I used that as an illustration to show how you were double talking all over the place, to try and show you that somewhere inside you haven’t changed at all, and I think I proved that quite well. I really don’t care what happened between you two other than how it helps me point out your flaws. I really don’t give a damn how that match turned out or how you won the title.
I don’t give a **** that you’re a paper champion.... all I care about is having that belt around my waist at the end of the night.
All I care about is being world champion. If that means I have to treat you like the biggest ****ing blight on the face of this Earth to do so? I will.
I’ve never been a world champion. I’ve worked hard to change my style, worked hard to become more than the spot monkey that I was proclaimed to be before. I’ve done everything I could think of to increase my chances at winning this match, and I didn’t do a single one of them because I was stepping into the ring with you....
I did them because I knew that belt would be.
I’ve come too far not to give this my all Shelly, I’ve worked too hard to half ass this now, I am coming at you with everything I have, that was never in question. You were always going to get the best damn Kelly Knite you could get. That’s part of why I attacked you in full force, that’s part of the reason I drew that line in the sand and for this week I wanted nothing to do with your respect or admiration. In this match, there are no friends.
I’m not going to waste my time telling you how great you are when you have something I want, something I worked my fingers to the bone to earn a shot at...
I’m not going to waste my time doing anything but focusing on beating you, that however is way to complex of a detail for you to understand, so let me just say this...
I do respect you and I am truly touched by all the nice things you said about me, the admiration you have shown me has put a smile on my face secretly... the only problem is...
I want that world title WAY more than I want any of that.
I’ll see you on the ground....
Kelly stands out on the balcony staring into the night sky, lost in her own thoughts when her peaceful moment of meditation is interrupted by her husband putting his arm over her shoulders and begins standing with her. Kelly can’t help by smile gently.
“What’s so interesting out here?”
“Nothing, Just thinking”
“Worried?”
“Anxioux. I’m finally going to find out if I was... am good enough.”
“I think you already proved that dear.”
“Not to myself Adam... there is just one last thing to take care of. One last thing, before I can finally put all these doubts out of my head for good. This is my chance... my chance to be more.”
“No matter what happens, you’re going to be a winner Kel.”
“I know... but it’ll sure feel better to be a champion as well.”
Kelly turns and looks into her husbands eyes, he puts his hand on her cheek and she smiles at him softly and causes him to smile right back as he gazes into her eyes as well.
“If it makes you feel better, we all believe in you.”
“Then I have nothing to worry about.”
The husband and wife lock in a kiss and the scene fades out on their moment together.
Until you hit the ground.
You know what I enjoy the most about getting inside your head? All the double talk that you keep rambling on about. You’re so mean, you’re so strong, you’re so tough, you don’t hesitate to tell anybody who will listen how dangerous you are, but then you want to keep going on and on and on about redemption like a ****ing broken record. See you sniveling twit, that’s exactly what I was talking about with you, that’s exactly what I’m pointing at when I bring it up, the fact that you only now look for redemption because that’s the only option you think you have left. You’re not being yourself, you’re not being the true Shelly, but thing again... maybe you’re right maybe nobody knows who the true Shelly is, but that could be because you change your godamn persona and attitude every damn week, depending on who the hell is in the match with you.
It’s a constant game of musical chairs, wondering which Shelly is going to show up, which Shelly is going to step out here and “open her eyes”, “look at the floor” or “turn her head” at you. The mean egotistical bitch Shelly or the cutey pie starlet. Then again I guess you really can’t tell the difference from all that shrugging and head turning, you may have a point.
**giggles**
How about you decide who you want to be, then you get back to me with all this dribble about how I don’t understand you, ok? From where I’m sitting, all I see is a whining little twat who can’t decide which way is up. Do you want to be the badass, do you want to be the sick demented soul, or do you want to be the prissy little princess who never meant any harm who is now all about the honor and valor of the good fight.
I’m beginning to think you never understood the point of anything I’ve said so far, I’m beginning to think you’re a lot like Tara Fenix. You’re picking and choosing a couple of things that I said that you don’t understand and harping on them and making yourself looking like a bumbling jackass. Let me spell it out for you, just like I had to do with Tara... I’m not trying to “get under your skin” I’m not trying to make you mad you simpleton, what I’m doing is making this match interesting since you just want to play the “look at me trying to redeem myself and trying to get cheap sympathy” ****. You keep wanting to talk about how much you adore me, how you swoon over my picture at night and how deep down in your heart you believe we’re soul mates and I’m trying to give the fans what they really want to see. Two people who want that ****ing belt more than the other does and are willing to go to any lengths to achieve it.
What did you do?
You rolled over.
Wait no... you repeated yourself a hundred *** damn times, then you rolled over.
Maybe next time you shouldn’t be trying to give Nikki Michaels the belt if you want to play the “I never give up” shtick. Just some friendly advice.
See Shelly... I really don’t have anything against you outside of what you said to Alysson, outside of what you did there I’ve always had this measure of respect for you and what you were doing. I just didn’t want to spend my entire week listening to you gush over me and listen to myself praise you. How interesting would it have been if the harshest thing we said about each other all week was “may the best woman win”. I don’t need to hate you, I don’t need to want to stomp your head in, I just knew that you didn’t have the guts to step up and be a little edgy. I knew that you wouldn’t stand up to me, I had to bring the bad ass to you and I had to start the fight, to make things fun.
You got by with your little stunts against Alysson because she let you, to you’re credit you’re a bit too smart for that against me, because you knew I’d smack you down in a heart beat, you knew that I would be able to counter all your bull**** like she couldn’t do. So you strayed away, that’s fine, but you don’t really have to hide it behind the veil of redemption and idiocy. Just come out and say it, you bullied Alysson... You just couldn’t pull that off against me.
There is one thing though, I just don’t understand about you.
You keep acting like you’ll get some holy redemption because of this?
I’m sorry if I’m not following you here, but since when has redemption and salvation ever been a product of how nice you can be to somebody one week of the year? Since when have you ever been able to wash away your sins inside a wrestling ring? That has got to be the most asinine thing I’ve ever heard, I mean it really... really is.
You’re not going to be redeemed of **** for facing me, just because you respect me and want to fight a clean fight against me, you’re not going to be magically absolved of what you had done. It doesn’t work that way, you have to show a history of change, you have to prove that you’re a better person now, you just can’t decide “this match means my redemption” because it’s not something for you to decide, it’s an honor to be bestowed on you for your actions, it’s not something that you can obtain, it’s something you earn. Furthermore, you keep talking about striving for this state of cleanliness but yet here you are still rambling on about how mean you really are and how venomous you could still be.
That. Doesn’t. Make. Any. Sense.
Do you want to be respectful or do you want to be a badass don’t give a damn bitch?
Do you want redemption or do you want to be feared.
Make up your damn mind.
You want to know what this match is to me? It’s my moment in time to finally see my dream come true, it’s my chance to prove that I could have done this all along that I shouldn’t have walked away, that I am worthy of being inside the ring with anybody. I want to prove to not only everybody out there watching me, but to myself what I’m really capable of.
See Shelly, I’m not fighting this match for Alysson, I didn’t come out to point my finger at you and talk about what you did to her and how that was so mean. No, I used that as an illustration to show how you were double talking all over the place, to try and show you that somewhere inside you haven’t changed at all, and I think I proved that quite well. I really don’t care what happened between you two other than how it helps me point out your flaws. I really don’t give a damn how that match turned out or how you won the title.
I don’t give a **** that you’re a paper champion.... all I care about is having that belt around my waist at the end of the night.
All I care about is being world champion. If that means I have to treat you like the biggest ****ing blight on the face of this Earth to do so? I will.
I’ve never been a world champion. I’ve worked hard to change my style, worked hard to become more than the spot monkey that I was proclaimed to be before. I’ve done everything I could think of to increase my chances at winning this match, and I didn’t do a single one of them because I was stepping into the ring with you....
I did them because I knew that belt would be.
I’ve come too far not to give this my all Shelly, I’ve worked too hard to half ass this now, I am coming at you with everything I have, that was never in question. You were always going to get the best damn Kelly Knite you could get. That’s part of why I attacked you in full force, that’s part of the reason I drew that line in the sand and for this week I wanted nothing to do with your respect or admiration. In this match, there are no friends.
I’m not going to waste my time telling you how great you are when you have something I want, something I worked my fingers to the bone to earn a shot at...
I’m not going to waste my time doing anything but focusing on beating you, that however is way to complex of a detail for you to understand, so let me just say this...
I do respect you and I am truly touched by all the nice things you said about me, the admiration you have shown me has put a smile on my face secretly... the only problem is...
I want that world title WAY more than I want any of that.
I’ll see you on the ground....
Kelly stands out on the balcony staring into the night sky, lost in her own thoughts when her peaceful moment of meditation is interrupted by her husband putting his arm over her shoulders and begins standing with her. Kelly can’t help by smile gently.
“What’s so interesting out here?”
“Nothing, Just thinking”
“Worried?”
“Anxioux. I’m finally going to find out if I was... am good enough.”
“I think you already proved that dear.”
“Not to myself Adam... there is just one last thing to take care of. One last thing, before I can finally put all these doubts out of my head for good. This is my chance... my chance to be more.”
“No matter what happens, you’re going to be a winner Kel.”
“I know... but it’ll sure feel better to be a champion as well.”
Kelly turns and looks into her husbands eyes, he puts his hand on her cheek and she smiles at him softly and causes him to smile right back as he gazes into her eyes as well.
“If it makes you feel better, we all believe in you.”
“Then I have nothing to worry about.”
The husband and wife lock in a kiss and the scene fades out on their moment together.