Post by Alysson Gardner on Sept 21, 2012 19:46:07 GMT -6
I've got it all figured out already, Kat. Do you really want to know the source of all my problems?
People like you.
It's people like you that like to barf insults left and right, without even having a single clue about what's going on. People like you, who stay away for months at stake and decide to come back to the ring ONLY to protect someone who wants to cop a feel out of your ass just like he wants to do with every single woman in the backstage. People like you, who like to lure so-called friends into believing you really came back to do something good for the lot of us, acting as a wicked messenger, but then shows her true colors and proves to the entire world how much of a trash talker you really are.
Stop talking out of your ass and get your facts straight. If I'm happily married with a man you hate, that's just too bad for you. Spike stepped out of the ring to become a father and a husband, and so far I can't complain. And to be fairly honest, if it wasn't for him, Ayla and Emma, I'd probably have become even more of a soulless freak, and believe me, I know ALL about losing myself. And as far as not trusting you... I've always had you in my highest regards. you were the stronger link of Opportunity, the one student I had that gave me the most proud and joy.
But then, look at you, talking about being associated with the "caricature" of manhood... When you have become yourself a caricature. The stereotypical almighty savior. The bloody image of the friend with a sledgehammer pointing that s*** at people and telling them it's for the chains.
F*** OFF, KATHLEEN - you CHOSE to hit me with a chair! You CHOSE to be across the ring from me! You CHOSE to be my opponent, when you, being the smooth-talker that you are, with all that "I dun' wanna fight you" crap, you could've just reached me in the backstage and talked to me, and you would have been welcomed with wide open arms. And I don't mean as a stablemate or a fellow female wrestler that needs her respect just as well as I do - you would be welcomed as a friend. Alas... You didn't. You chose to hit me with a f***ing chair to the head. That's not the way to "smack some sense" into someone's head, in before the joke. That's pretty dignifying for someone who stayed months on the sidelines, huh?
Makes you think. You come with your sweet speech of "saving a friend"... Maybe you, just like all the others, saw the opportunity of preying on a wounded predator and using me as the ultimate step in your ladder to success. After all, that's what the cool girls are doing - beat Alysson Gardner up and you become an insta-hot shot, right? And there are those who will still say it's a suicidal mission, because even a wounded predator, I have a deadly bite, and you more than ANYONE ELSE in this roster know that. And then comes the good old crappy valor speech - "This is not about me!"
Who are you to prove to me I'm wrong now, Kathleen? Not someone who was there for me in my time of need, that's for damn sure. And that gives you NO room to talk about MY love life, MY personal life or anything that regards ME and MYSELF ONLY.
Do you really want to know who was there for me in my time of need? That's something we can both agree on, Kathleen: No-damn-body. I was indeed on the verge of an utter, complete breakdown. I was completely off the handle, out of control, out of my own mind, and I had to do something to take care of that before I ended up just like my father rotting inside a jail cell, or like people told me what I was destined to be when I was 16 years old - held tight in a straight-jacket, locked inside a forsaken rehab clinic waiting in line for my time to die. But what am I known for but overcoming the odds?
Enter "Team Friendship".
See, Kathleen, this has never been a super-exciting plan only to depose Steve Awesome, even though it does have a connection... This is not only a band of snarky smartasses with a naughty attitude trying to make a number. As ridiculously as you could've put it, you're absolutely right, we're all about friendship, and they're covering all the bases you've failed to cover as a friend of mine by keeping me sane, each one of them in their own terms. Because, again you're right, it hurts not to have Spike with me... So I have them to hug me after a match.
Doesn't make me less proud to be his wife, though. I'm sorry if he's dropped you in your head and kicked your husband's ass a couple of times in the past; just like my faith in you, that lies in the past. Michael married me even though he knew I never had all the nuts and bolts in the right place. He married me knowing I would be a proud fighting animal to the end of my days, and he knows that even if he isn't on the road, I'll always have somewhere to come back to. Pretty much like you do with Jake, isn't it? I haven't adopted his last name for a ring name because I'm proud to be a Gardner. Me and my brother are coaches, we have our own mark. But just like you're proud of being a Conway, I'm damn proud of being a Kane. So don't you go bloody judging my marriage with a man you failed to understand or forgive.
Don't you f***ing talk about forgiveness and friendship about me, you selfish fake bitch.
You have no idea how incredibly rewarding it will be for me when I shove every single one of your words down your throats and kick Steve Awesome out of NCW to boot. You see, I'm 28 years old, and differently from you I can't be a MILF, because I'm physically sterile... But in NCW, what I do is wrestling. Modeling is my side job alright, but when I'm inside an NCW ring, I'm there to WRESTLE. Differently from you, I don't mix these things up. And that's what makes me so pissed about what's going on in this company, between the two of us, and everywhere in general... People can't seem to figure out the real purpose of anything. Go ahead and judge me, judge my stable, judge my anger. Again, it's what the cool people have been doing.
But in the end, just like the rest, you'll never have understood a single.
Damn.
Thing.
People like you.
It's people like you that like to barf insults left and right, without even having a single clue about what's going on. People like you, who stay away for months at stake and decide to come back to the ring ONLY to protect someone who wants to cop a feel out of your ass just like he wants to do with every single woman in the backstage. People like you, who like to lure so-called friends into believing you really came back to do something good for the lot of us, acting as a wicked messenger, but then shows her true colors and proves to the entire world how much of a trash talker you really are.
Stop talking out of your ass and get your facts straight. If I'm happily married with a man you hate, that's just too bad for you. Spike stepped out of the ring to become a father and a husband, and so far I can't complain. And to be fairly honest, if it wasn't for him, Ayla and Emma, I'd probably have become even more of a soulless freak, and believe me, I know ALL about losing myself. And as far as not trusting you... I've always had you in my highest regards. you were the stronger link of Opportunity, the one student I had that gave me the most proud and joy.
But then, look at you, talking about being associated with the "caricature" of manhood... When you have become yourself a caricature. The stereotypical almighty savior. The bloody image of the friend with a sledgehammer pointing that s*** at people and telling them it's for the chains.
F*** OFF, KATHLEEN - you CHOSE to hit me with a chair! You CHOSE to be across the ring from me! You CHOSE to be my opponent, when you, being the smooth-talker that you are, with all that "I dun' wanna fight you" crap, you could've just reached me in the backstage and talked to me, and you would have been welcomed with wide open arms. And I don't mean as a stablemate or a fellow female wrestler that needs her respect just as well as I do - you would be welcomed as a friend. Alas... You didn't. You chose to hit me with a f***ing chair to the head. That's not the way to "smack some sense" into someone's head, in before the joke. That's pretty dignifying for someone who stayed months on the sidelines, huh?
Makes you think. You come with your sweet speech of "saving a friend"... Maybe you, just like all the others, saw the opportunity of preying on a wounded predator and using me as the ultimate step in your ladder to success. After all, that's what the cool girls are doing - beat Alysson Gardner up and you become an insta-hot shot, right? And there are those who will still say it's a suicidal mission, because even a wounded predator, I have a deadly bite, and you more than ANYONE ELSE in this roster know that. And then comes the good old crappy valor speech - "This is not about me!"
Who are you to prove to me I'm wrong now, Kathleen? Not someone who was there for me in my time of need, that's for damn sure. And that gives you NO room to talk about MY love life, MY personal life or anything that regards ME and MYSELF ONLY.
Do you really want to know who was there for me in my time of need? That's something we can both agree on, Kathleen: No-damn-body. I was indeed on the verge of an utter, complete breakdown. I was completely off the handle, out of control, out of my own mind, and I had to do something to take care of that before I ended up just like my father rotting inside a jail cell, or like people told me what I was destined to be when I was 16 years old - held tight in a straight-jacket, locked inside a forsaken rehab clinic waiting in line for my time to die. But what am I known for but overcoming the odds?
Enter "Team Friendship".
See, Kathleen, this has never been a super-exciting plan only to depose Steve Awesome, even though it does have a connection... This is not only a band of snarky smartasses with a naughty attitude trying to make a number. As ridiculously as you could've put it, you're absolutely right, we're all about friendship, and they're covering all the bases you've failed to cover as a friend of mine by keeping me sane, each one of them in their own terms. Because, again you're right, it hurts not to have Spike with me... So I have them to hug me after a match.
Doesn't make me less proud to be his wife, though. I'm sorry if he's dropped you in your head and kicked your husband's ass a couple of times in the past; just like my faith in you, that lies in the past. Michael married me even though he knew I never had all the nuts and bolts in the right place. He married me knowing I would be a proud fighting animal to the end of my days, and he knows that even if he isn't on the road, I'll always have somewhere to come back to. Pretty much like you do with Jake, isn't it? I haven't adopted his last name for a ring name because I'm proud to be a Gardner. Me and my brother are coaches, we have our own mark. But just like you're proud of being a Conway, I'm damn proud of being a Kane. So don't you go bloody judging my marriage with a man you failed to understand or forgive.
Don't you f***ing talk about forgiveness and friendship about me, you selfish fake bitch.
You have no idea how incredibly rewarding it will be for me when I shove every single one of your words down your throats and kick Steve Awesome out of NCW to boot. You see, I'm 28 years old, and differently from you I can't be a MILF, because I'm physically sterile... But in NCW, what I do is wrestling. Modeling is my side job alright, but when I'm inside an NCW ring, I'm there to WRESTLE. Differently from you, I don't mix these things up. And that's what makes me so pissed about what's going on in this company, between the two of us, and everywhere in general... People can't seem to figure out the real purpose of anything. Go ahead and judge me, judge my stable, judge my anger. Again, it's what the cool people have been doing.
But in the end, just like the rest, you'll never have understood a single.
Damn.
Thing.
