Post by Ravyn Nightshade on Dec 5, 2014 15:21:23 GMT
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This upcoming match at KillShot is a pretty big deal; the semifinals of the Pure Wrestling Championship. And with the holidays coming up, there is no bigger present one can receive is a championship as prestigious as this. And for that, I’m pretty excited.
My last match with Jimmy Kort ended exactly the way I wanted it to end. Not only is he wallowing in the fact that he lost his chance to compete for the championship by my hand, but it happened in the worse possible way, especially to ones ego…he tapped out. To me, these things are routine. But thinking about how he’s trying to keep his head up after being humiliated in a match that he wanted…makes me really excited.
This week, I’m going to be competing in a match against a woman who, by the organization, is designated a star. I guess it makes sense if you you want to compete with the best in order to get ahead. And that’s what I’m here for which, in this case, makes me feel…offended; offended because this supposed “Star” happens to be MetroPRO’s resident spoiled brat Liz Smalls.
I just knew eventually that we're going to square off with each other. I know more about you than I can stand to hear. And it didn’t take you long to piss me off either. Very cute. And such a bold statement on your part to market yourself as "Miss Metro" after doing…wait a second here…"practically" nothing since you've got here, unless you count sucking up air time looking pretty for the cameras and spewing your sugar coated bullshit about being that sweet, innocent girl wanting to try hard for her pathetic fanbase so they don’t think she sucks. So tell me something “Star”, did you feel like such a franchise when Lora Shaw nearly snapped you in half with that guillotine choke? Did your body look like a million bucks when it was covered in bruises? What makes you think it’s going to change with me huh? But I must say, insect, your speed impresses me; like how fast you want to use some lame ass excuse to back out of this match. I can’t blame you though. I mean given how dissatisfied I am getting in the ring with you…change that...frustration…I wouldn’t want to face me either.
Any person who worries about how many people buy her stupid products or follow her on social media and not trying to make waves in the ring by beating people in the ring, is not a star to me. But I’m glad these fools want to see you that way, Lizzy. It’s going to a lot more fun to me to expose all of your legions of fans how much of an illusion you are, which seems quite fitting for a girl who pretends she’s a wrestler. And don’t feed me your stories about being a World Champion. I am well aware of that “glitch”. I guess its poetic justice to be that very thing because the promotion you won that championship shut down months after you won it.
But I adore the way you're psyching yourself up to being this “larger than life” legend when in reality, you’re not even close to being the dust that accumulates on the statue. Actually….it gives me chills seeing such women like you of your character. However that’s where it ends. Because no matter how “big” you perceive yourself to be, you’d still have to crane your head up and jump high to kiss my boots. And that’s what I am to you, Lizzy…BIG in every way; BIG in stature, BIG in strength, BIG in technique, and very BIG in an area you had A LOT of trouble with in your last match, not counting your timed quickness to tapping out of course. I guess you can say that old American saying “out the frying pan and into the fire” here. But with me, I’m more of a torture chamber kind of girl.
I’m very offended that I have to step in the ring with you to get to the finals for the championship. But I’m not going to mind one bit with this. Because at the end of the night, it’s not going to be how easy it was for me to get past you that’s going to turn me on; it’s going to be you finding an even faster way to sign yourself out of this company…that is after you check out from a long stay at the hospital…”Star”.
This upcoming match at KillShot is a pretty big deal; the semifinals of the Pure Wrestling Championship. And with the holidays coming up, there is no bigger present one can receive is a championship as prestigious as this. And for that, I’m pretty excited.
My last match with Jimmy Kort ended exactly the way I wanted it to end. Not only is he wallowing in the fact that he lost his chance to compete for the championship by my hand, but it happened in the worse possible way, especially to ones ego…he tapped out. To me, these things are routine. But thinking about how he’s trying to keep his head up after being humiliated in a match that he wanted…makes me really excited.
This week, I’m going to be competing in a match against a woman who, by the organization, is designated a star. I guess it makes sense if you you want to compete with the best in order to get ahead. And that’s what I’m here for which, in this case, makes me feel…offended; offended because this supposed “Star” happens to be MetroPRO’s resident spoiled brat Liz Smalls.
I just knew eventually that we're going to square off with each other. I know more about you than I can stand to hear. And it didn’t take you long to piss me off either. Very cute. And such a bold statement on your part to market yourself as "Miss Metro" after doing…wait a second here…"practically" nothing since you've got here, unless you count sucking up air time looking pretty for the cameras and spewing your sugar coated bullshit about being that sweet, innocent girl wanting to try hard for her pathetic fanbase so they don’t think she sucks. So tell me something “Star”, did you feel like such a franchise when Lora Shaw nearly snapped you in half with that guillotine choke? Did your body look like a million bucks when it was covered in bruises? What makes you think it’s going to change with me huh? But I must say, insect, your speed impresses me; like how fast you want to use some lame ass excuse to back out of this match. I can’t blame you though. I mean given how dissatisfied I am getting in the ring with you…change that...frustration…I wouldn’t want to face me either.
Any person who worries about how many people buy her stupid products or follow her on social media and not trying to make waves in the ring by beating people in the ring, is not a star to me. But I’m glad these fools want to see you that way, Lizzy. It’s going to a lot more fun to me to expose all of your legions of fans how much of an illusion you are, which seems quite fitting for a girl who pretends she’s a wrestler. And don’t feed me your stories about being a World Champion. I am well aware of that “glitch”. I guess its poetic justice to be that very thing because the promotion you won that championship shut down months after you won it.
But I adore the way you're psyching yourself up to being this “larger than life” legend when in reality, you’re not even close to being the dust that accumulates on the statue. Actually….it gives me chills seeing such women like you of your character. However that’s where it ends. Because no matter how “big” you perceive yourself to be, you’d still have to crane your head up and jump high to kiss my boots. And that’s what I am to you, Lizzy…BIG in every way; BIG in stature, BIG in strength, BIG in technique, and very BIG in an area you had A LOT of trouble with in your last match, not counting your timed quickness to tapping out of course. I guess you can say that old American saying “out the frying pan and into the fire” here. But with me, I’m more of a torture chamber kind of girl.
I’m very offended that I have to step in the ring with you to get to the finals for the championship. But I’m not going to mind one bit with this. Because at the end of the night, it’s not going to be how easy it was for me to get past you that’s going to turn me on; it’s going to be you finding an even faster way to sign yourself out of this company…that is after you check out from a long stay at the hospital…”Star”.
