Post by Emma Danielson on Mar 16, 2013 1:06:29 GMT -6
”So…after all that bluster, it looks like Zelda and the gang emerge triumphant again. Guess I have to move on. I know that Kathy and I did our jobs. I know that I did every damn thing I could. And I think that maybe Mr. Conway needed a wakeup call regarding one of his queens. Jennifer wasn’t pulling her weight there. She was going through the motions and expecting us to carry the workload for her. And when she did get in the ring, she ended up being the one who lost the match by getting her ass pinned. If she can’t carry the mantle that comes with being the Starlets Champion, if that burden of excellence is just too tiring to lay on her shoulders…then find someone who can. This division doesn’t need a champion that’s asleep at the wheel.”
“That’s my two cents on Jennifer…now onto another Williams-Hilton family associate. I swear, you’ve got to be attached to one of the most prolific families in NCW history. Jasmine…what can I say about you that I haven’t already said? You got planted and pinned the last time we were across a ring from each other, and this time you don’t have Crystal as backup. It’s your wits and speed against my strength and experience. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the kind of talent that can overcome this kind of gulf of experience with raw athleticism. You’re good, but you’re not that good. Few people are. And frankly put…I’m stating a case with this match. I believe I have what it takes to be Women’s Champion once more. You’re…well, you’re an audition tape.”
“I know what it takes to impress a man like The Ace. You need to show ability, killer instinct…you need to be able to put your boot on your opponent’s throat and squeeze the life out of them. Ruthlessness is his game, and nobody does it better than him. That’s why he’s still your National Champion, and not Mike Laszlo or Joe Everyman. And I will do whatever it takes to achieve that highest triumph again…I will beat the ever-loving crap out of you if I must. I…ah, screw it. Why bother with any pretense whatsoever? I Just want to have fun. And while part of that objective is becoming champion again, part of it is also just being able to damn the consequences, cut loose, and lay down the ass-whooping of a lifetime when I feel like it. And Jazzy, this time around you’re the unfortunate recipient of an industrial-sized keg of whoopass.”
“I’m not in the mood for eloquent descriptions, I’m not in the mood to talk on and on about how vicious I can be. You know damn well what I can do. And the only reason you’ve been able to laugh it off for so long is that you haven’t had to face it down yourself, one-on-one. Well, reckoning is here. You’ve run your mouth, you’ve made your bed of nails, and now you get to be driven onto it with more force than you thought a human body could produce. I am a powerhouse, and I love it. I love knowing that I’m the strongest woman here and that none of you will ever come close to that level of power. And I love knowing that if I want to…I can punish each and every one of you with that power.”
“I’m tired of letting words cow me. I’ve been given enough grief for being who I am that I…I really don’t feel any obligation to pay that crap any mind. You can mock all you want, but I know that your envy is more powerful than even I am. You see me and you see the apex of physical condition. You know that my athletic abilities are the kind that you could only ever dream of enviously, and you choose to make them into a flaw by mocking my looks. Do you think that I give a damn how you think I look? I know that there are men out there that appreciate me for who I am. That’s all I need to care about. And as for all you doubters, all you deniers, all those who would try to keep me down? Well, you can just go straight to hell!”
“My career in NCW is shaping up to be a series of bad decisions, lamentable losses and frustrating misconceptions. Each person that stands before me and spouts the same tired clichés is another cog in a machine that began turning far before they even know this company had a women’s division. They came in, they saw others saying it, and rather than actually inventing something new to say, they just parroted the words that were coming out of the mouths of others and called it a day. Well, when your words fail you, when your excuses dry up and all that’s left is you, me and the stone cold truth, you’ll realize, a bit too late, the folly of what you’ve done. At least some of you respect me. Far too few, a fact which I intend to change.”
“For now, it’s your turn to learn some respect, Jasmine. But after you, who knows who it’ll be? Rose Acantha? Shelly Taylor-Jones? And frankly, who cares? I don’t give a damn which of these women I have to beat to a pulp to make my point. Make no mistake, if I had to wrestle every single woman on this roster until I could pin their shoulders to the mat for three or force them to submit, I would.. Jake, I hope you’re listening, because I want my damn title shot. And I’m willing to mow through the rest of the division to earn it, if that’s what you want. Queen or not, Jennifer’s still got an obligation to defend this division’s image as a Starlet. If she keeps handing in performances like last Sunday’s…well…that just might be an offense that you can’t overlook. Think about it. And Jasmine…say your prayers.”
“That’s my two cents on Jennifer…now onto another Williams-Hilton family associate. I swear, you’ve got to be attached to one of the most prolific families in NCW history. Jasmine…what can I say about you that I haven’t already said? You got planted and pinned the last time we were across a ring from each other, and this time you don’t have Crystal as backup. It’s your wits and speed against my strength and experience. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the kind of talent that can overcome this kind of gulf of experience with raw athleticism. You’re good, but you’re not that good. Few people are. And frankly put…I’m stating a case with this match. I believe I have what it takes to be Women’s Champion once more. You’re…well, you’re an audition tape.”
“I know what it takes to impress a man like The Ace. You need to show ability, killer instinct…you need to be able to put your boot on your opponent’s throat and squeeze the life out of them. Ruthlessness is his game, and nobody does it better than him. That’s why he’s still your National Champion, and not Mike Laszlo or Joe Everyman. And I will do whatever it takes to achieve that highest triumph again…I will beat the ever-loving crap out of you if I must. I…ah, screw it. Why bother with any pretense whatsoever? I Just want to have fun. And while part of that objective is becoming champion again, part of it is also just being able to damn the consequences, cut loose, and lay down the ass-whooping of a lifetime when I feel like it. And Jazzy, this time around you’re the unfortunate recipient of an industrial-sized keg of whoopass.”
“I’m not in the mood for eloquent descriptions, I’m not in the mood to talk on and on about how vicious I can be. You know damn well what I can do. And the only reason you’ve been able to laugh it off for so long is that you haven’t had to face it down yourself, one-on-one. Well, reckoning is here. You’ve run your mouth, you’ve made your bed of nails, and now you get to be driven onto it with more force than you thought a human body could produce. I am a powerhouse, and I love it. I love knowing that I’m the strongest woman here and that none of you will ever come close to that level of power. And I love knowing that if I want to…I can punish each and every one of you with that power.”
“I’m tired of letting words cow me. I’ve been given enough grief for being who I am that I…I really don’t feel any obligation to pay that crap any mind. You can mock all you want, but I know that your envy is more powerful than even I am. You see me and you see the apex of physical condition. You know that my athletic abilities are the kind that you could only ever dream of enviously, and you choose to make them into a flaw by mocking my looks. Do you think that I give a damn how you think I look? I know that there are men out there that appreciate me for who I am. That’s all I need to care about. And as for all you doubters, all you deniers, all those who would try to keep me down? Well, you can just go straight to hell!”
“My career in NCW is shaping up to be a series of bad decisions, lamentable losses and frustrating misconceptions. Each person that stands before me and spouts the same tired clichés is another cog in a machine that began turning far before they even know this company had a women’s division. They came in, they saw others saying it, and rather than actually inventing something new to say, they just parroted the words that were coming out of the mouths of others and called it a day. Well, when your words fail you, when your excuses dry up and all that’s left is you, me and the stone cold truth, you’ll realize, a bit too late, the folly of what you’ve done. At least some of you respect me. Far too few, a fact which I intend to change.”
“For now, it’s your turn to learn some respect, Jasmine. But after you, who knows who it’ll be? Rose Acantha? Shelly Taylor-Jones? And frankly, who cares? I don’t give a damn which of these women I have to beat to a pulp to make my point. Make no mistake, if I had to wrestle every single woman on this roster until I could pin their shoulders to the mat for three or force them to submit, I would.. Jake, I hope you’re listening, because I want my damn title shot. And I’m willing to mow through the rest of the division to earn it, if that’s what you want. Queen or not, Jennifer’s still got an obligation to defend this division’s image as a Starlet. If she keeps handing in performances like last Sunday’s…well…that just might be an offense that you can’t overlook. Think about it. And Jasmine…say your prayers.”