Post by Alysson Gardner on May 13, 2012 0:27:56 GMT -6
Freya: But why did you give it to him if you wanted him to only open it after Sunday?
I smirked at Freya as she asked me. As we are in the girls' hideout now - the bedroom in the very same hotel as before, only the one where Brad is staying -, we're talking about the black box I gave her brother, my boyfriend Spike, as Gladdy - my niece, Christian's daughter - and Christopher - Brad's oldest son - play video games as well.
Apparently, she can't understand why I gave him a gift he isn't supposed to open yet. But I have my own plans.
Alysson: Seriously? He is a man, and one as curious and stubborn as the rest of them. He won't resist opening it.
Freya: Exactly. Your point is?
Alysson: My point is that I actually want him to OPEN it.
Freya looks at me with a funny face, as I chuckle. Looks like she didn't get it.
Freya: So you told him not to open the gift when you actually want him to DO IT?
I nod, with a smile.
Freya: And what is it in there for him?
Alysson: ... isn't it obvious?
Again Freya looks at me with a funny face. But this time, I can tell she knows what it is. I believe the funny face this time is because she is still absorbing the idea that I may just become her actual sister-in-law in the next few months.
Freya: ... so REALLY is a ring? I mean, you did buy it while I was eating with the kids.
I just nod. Freya then pulls me into a big hug.
Freya: So now you're pretty much officially a Kane, right?
Alysson: Yeah, I guess so. And I guess I'm half-Irish now, too, huh?
We share a laughter as we hug tighter. That's when Freya whispers into my ear...
Freya: Make him happy or I'll shank you. One mopey brother is too much for me already, I don't want the two of them.
Alysson: You talk like you don't know me, sis.
: So that's it? Michael will now become my older brother?
Awwww, look at you, trying to talk the talk, acting all strong and cute. The only thing about this that makes it not pathetic is that it's really interesting how you just didn't understand a single crap that I said.
So for you it's all about the media? All right. So riddle me this - who was out there for the fans every single week since her return, was it me or you? Who was constantly reminding people of their abilities inside the ring, constantly reminding everybody that one of us is THE most dangerous and noteworthy female of this roster, was it me and you? Maybe we wouldn't having this conversation AGAIN had you not taken so many breaks during this ridiculous tenure as Women's Champion. The words that come out of your mouth only tell me that you're less and less deserving, not of the attention you're getting, but of the title you hold.
Since Mercedes Lewis' two neurones Chip and Dale decided to give your brain some rabies, let me break down the communication here for you: Comparing yourself to me like you did screams to me that you only did this to become the next me. I mean, look at yourself, you came from nothing but a manager, then became tag team champion with a pretty much retarded partner, for a title that would later be retired not because nobody could take it away from you, but because it became pointless. If someone holding a belt with a death grip was a reason to retire it, why are you the Women's Champion, when this little girl with jet black hair and beautiful blue eyes called Sydney Knight had held to it for nine months?
Thought so.
What you did was nothing impressive, Ashlie. You became champion by pinning down someone with ZERO talent. I became champion by wrestling the BEST females in this sick roster. You pinned Lewis to become Women's Champion... I out-wrestled Ayla Saint-James. And that is the shock of it: I actually out-wrestled someone competent. Comparing Mercedes Lewis and Stephanie Sanderson to Ayla Saint-James and Emma Danielson is even stupider than parading around saying you grew stronger only to justify your success.
Do you even hear yourself speak?
It wasn't I that brought up my problem with drugs. You did. By the way, which is the Ashlie I should respond to? The one that would throw me a line for me to snort, or the one that said that overcoming drugs made me stronger? Make up your mind, doll; if you're going to invest in an attack, stick to it. It wasn't I that brought up that you're a Barbie just because you're a blue eyed cute blondie. You did. What makes you a Barbie is not only your looks. It's the fact that you just sit pretty in there every chance you have, like a plastic doll, either waiting for the next chance for your owner to play with you, or just being a plain embarrassment.
You are NOT more successful than I am.
But still, congrats on having the fan at your side when you got the Women's Championship from Kelly Fox... Now understand this: you are a target. Pinning Mercedes Lewis and shaking the ghosts off your back was NOTHING compared to what comes after you finally make it. And this has nothing to do with Spike Kane or Adam Knite or nobody else. It's about you and me inside the ring, putting on the ultimate performance.
To show the fans we are the best.
To show management we are the best.
To show the rest of the girls in the back we are the best.
To show one another we are the best.
I guarantee you I'm walking into A Night to Remember to do just that. And I don't have any stigma to shake off myself right now. I just need to beat you. Wasn't you the business savvy girl that took wrestling as a business thing? So listen to this: A Night to Remember is your last chance to prove that you are a product worth investment. It's your last chance to shut ME up and show EVERYBODY in the back that you ARE worthy of being in this roster, that you ARE worthy of a World-level championship... Like I have proved more times than I can remember. And if you come down to the ring with the same spirit you showed at Sovereign... The same spirit you showed when I returned and called you out on being undeserving and confronted you for not being a good product in this roster... The same spirit of when I debuted... I'm going to kick your ass all around Vegas.
New Championship Wrestling doesn't need a bland, yawn-worthy, confused, insecure champion. They need an electrifying, controversial, s***-stirring, head-turning champion. They need someone that makes the fans' money worth, someone they will enjoy buying the tickets ONLY to raise hate signs and boo their lungs out, because they know this wrestler will STILL put on the BEST performance they can expect.
They need me more than they need you.
So try holding up a little longer next time... And maybe I can respect you instead of seeing you as one who has constantly fled from battle. And good luck making me remember your name...
As not someone who royally choked against me three times in a row.
I smirked at Freya as she asked me. As we are in the girls' hideout now - the bedroom in the very same hotel as before, only the one where Brad is staying -, we're talking about the black box I gave her brother, my boyfriend Spike, as Gladdy - my niece, Christian's daughter - and Christopher - Brad's oldest son - play video games as well.
Apparently, she can't understand why I gave him a gift he isn't supposed to open yet. But I have my own plans.
Alysson: Seriously? He is a man, and one as curious and stubborn as the rest of them. He won't resist opening it.
Freya: Exactly. Your point is?
Alysson: My point is that I actually want him to OPEN it.
Freya looks at me with a funny face, as I chuckle. Looks like she didn't get it.
Freya: So you told him not to open the gift when you actually want him to DO IT?
I nod, with a smile.
Freya: And what is it in there for him?
Alysson: ... isn't it obvious?
Again Freya looks at me with a funny face. But this time, I can tell she knows what it is. I believe the funny face this time is because she is still absorbing the idea that I may just become her actual sister-in-law in the next few months.
Freya: ... so REALLY is a ring? I mean, you did buy it while I was eating with the kids.
I just nod. Freya then pulls me into a big hug.
Freya: So now you're pretty much officially a Kane, right?
Alysson: Yeah, I guess so. And I guess I'm half-Irish now, too, huh?
We share a laughter as we hug tighter. That's when Freya whispers into my ear...
Freya: Make him happy or I'll shank you. One mopey brother is too much for me already, I don't want the two of them.
Alysson: You talk like you don't know me, sis.
: So that's it? Michael will now become my older brother?Awwww, look at you, trying to talk the talk, acting all strong and cute. The only thing about this that makes it not pathetic is that it's really interesting how you just didn't understand a single crap that I said.
So for you it's all about the media? All right. So riddle me this - who was out there for the fans every single week since her return, was it me or you? Who was constantly reminding people of their abilities inside the ring, constantly reminding everybody that one of us is THE most dangerous and noteworthy female of this roster, was it me and you? Maybe we wouldn't having this conversation AGAIN had you not taken so many breaks during this ridiculous tenure as Women's Champion. The words that come out of your mouth only tell me that you're less and less deserving, not of the attention you're getting, but of the title you hold.
Since Mercedes Lewis' two neurones Chip and Dale decided to give your brain some rabies, let me break down the communication here for you: Comparing yourself to me like you did screams to me that you only did this to become the next me. I mean, look at yourself, you came from nothing but a manager, then became tag team champion with a pretty much retarded partner, for a title that would later be retired not because nobody could take it away from you, but because it became pointless. If someone holding a belt with a death grip was a reason to retire it, why are you the Women's Champion, when this little girl with jet black hair and beautiful blue eyes called Sydney Knight had held to it for nine months?
Thought so.
What you did was nothing impressive, Ashlie. You became champion by pinning down someone with ZERO talent. I became champion by wrestling the BEST females in this sick roster. You pinned Lewis to become Women's Champion... I out-wrestled Ayla Saint-James. And that is the shock of it: I actually out-wrestled someone competent. Comparing Mercedes Lewis and Stephanie Sanderson to Ayla Saint-James and Emma Danielson is even stupider than parading around saying you grew stronger only to justify your success.
Do you even hear yourself speak?
It wasn't I that brought up my problem with drugs. You did. By the way, which is the Ashlie I should respond to? The one that would throw me a line for me to snort, or the one that said that overcoming drugs made me stronger? Make up your mind, doll; if you're going to invest in an attack, stick to it. It wasn't I that brought up that you're a Barbie just because you're a blue eyed cute blondie. You did. What makes you a Barbie is not only your looks. It's the fact that you just sit pretty in there every chance you have, like a plastic doll, either waiting for the next chance for your owner to play with you, or just being a plain embarrassment.
You are NOT more successful than I am.
But still, congrats on having the fan at your side when you got the Women's Championship from Kelly Fox... Now understand this: you are a target. Pinning Mercedes Lewis and shaking the ghosts off your back was NOTHING compared to what comes after you finally make it. And this has nothing to do with Spike Kane or Adam Knite or nobody else. It's about you and me inside the ring, putting on the ultimate performance.
To show the fans we are the best.
To show management we are the best.
To show the rest of the girls in the back we are the best.
To show one another we are the best.
I guarantee you I'm walking into A Night to Remember to do just that. And I don't have any stigma to shake off myself right now. I just need to beat you. Wasn't you the business savvy girl that took wrestling as a business thing? So listen to this: A Night to Remember is your last chance to prove that you are a product worth investment. It's your last chance to shut ME up and show EVERYBODY in the back that you ARE worthy of being in this roster, that you ARE worthy of a World-level championship... Like I have proved more times than I can remember. And if you come down to the ring with the same spirit you showed at Sovereign... The same spirit you showed when I returned and called you out on being undeserving and confronted you for not being a good product in this roster... The same spirit of when I debuted... I'm going to kick your ass all around Vegas.
New Championship Wrestling doesn't need a bland, yawn-worthy, confused, insecure champion. They need an electrifying, controversial, s***-stirring, head-turning champion. They need someone that makes the fans' money worth, someone they will enjoy buying the tickets ONLY to raise hate signs and boo their lungs out, because they know this wrestler will STILL put on the BEST performance they can expect.
They need me more than they need you.
So try holding up a little longer next time... And maybe I can respect you instead of seeing you as one who has constantly fled from battle. And good luck making me remember your name...
As not someone who royally choked against me three times in a row.
