Post by Ravyn Nightshade on Dec 6, 2014 21:54:59 GMT
Well, well, well. A few days have passed and not a peep from Miss Chatterbox.
Usually she would be blowing up all over social media about her big match, telling everyone how she will defy the odds and miracle her way into a victory. We even haven’t heard a word from her publicist. Why should I even bother though? All the hours that I would have to put in training, the hours I have to set watching match footage, why should I even bother preparing for a match against someone who doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring as me? The truth is, I do bother. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing because whether you come skipping to the ring 100% fight ready of 100% flight ready, I’ll be 100% ready to tear your skinny ass apart.
Maybe I’m think way too much about this. Could this be some kind of stalling tactic to get me off my guard so you can make some grand production in defending your will to advance in this tournament? Exactly, love. This kind of thing resonates in high school. But I’m not going to blame you. Your strength and strike power will not give me any cause for worry. Your speed will only be disabled after I lay into your body with my thunderous punches and kicks, just like your last match…but much more in a savage nature. Imagine the look on the faces of your fans when you’re unable to do your “World Famous Dropkick” because your legs will too painful to get off the ground.
I said before, my last match with Jimmy Kort was satisfying. But I wanted a whole lot more from that match. And I’m still feeling a little bitter about losing that four-way match weeks ago. I was a bit disappointed against Kort because after all that I have given him, he managed to leave the ring to fight another day, even when he crawled. Straight to the point, Lizzy, YOU are going to be my relief of all of this frustration. YOU are going to assure me that everything is going to be fine and wish me well as I will advance to the next round. And if you don’t do it willingly….I’ll just simply make you, bitch.
I’m a strong, empowering, superior woman with the whole world in the palm of my hand and stupid, inferior drongos groveling at my feet. However, that’s not how you’re going to remember me at this coming Killshot, Lizzy. As gifted as you claim to be, you will come to realize that even the gifted can be taken down a peg….WAY down a peg when it comes to you. Even though the success you have achieved in the past is a joke to me, I will not ignore the fact that you did make it possible and I’m destined to make mine…at your expense, of course. And not even you and your “well-connected super stardom” is going to stop what’s coming. What you’re going to be seeing across the ring with you is the undisputed symbol that represents what you better take heed to: “I’m here to stay and I’m for damn sure not playing”. This is not a game to me. I am not concerned if you like me. I do not care if you hate my guts. What I care about is winning and dominating, about leaving a mark that will be remembered for eternity. Those are the things that matter to me. You? Not even a smidge, except maybe for the smear that you will leave on the bottom of my boot after I’m done with you. And that will all be to satisfy your understanding that your impending downfall in my hands at Killshot will be more pertinent to your entire career: the most disastrous thing to ever happen in your life. But to me? It’s just going to be another fun sparring session. But look at the bright side “Star”…I won’t even charge you for it. This one’s on me under the special “Soon To Be A BROKEN Has-Been” package.
Sorry...not sorry, pumpkin.
Usually she would be blowing up all over social media about her big match, telling everyone how she will defy the odds and miracle her way into a victory. We even haven’t heard a word from her publicist. Why should I even bother though? All the hours that I would have to put in training, the hours I have to set watching match footage, why should I even bother preparing for a match against someone who doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring as me? The truth is, I do bother. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing because whether you come skipping to the ring 100% fight ready of 100% flight ready, I’ll be 100% ready to tear your skinny ass apart.
Maybe I’m think way too much about this. Could this be some kind of stalling tactic to get me off my guard so you can make some grand production in defending your will to advance in this tournament? Exactly, love. This kind of thing resonates in high school. But I’m not going to blame you. Your strength and strike power will not give me any cause for worry. Your speed will only be disabled after I lay into your body with my thunderous punches and kicks, just like your last match…but much more in a savage nature. Imagine the look on the faces of your fans when you’re unable to do your “World Famous Dropkick” because your legs will too painful to get off the ground.
I said before, my last match with Jimmy Kort was satisfying. But I wanted a whole lot more from that match. And I’m still feeling a little bitter about losing that four-way match weeks ago. I was a bit disappointed against Kort because after all that I have given him, he managed to leave the ring to fight another day, even when he crawled. Straight to the point, Lizzy, YOU are going to be my relief of all of this frustration. YOU are going to assure me that everything is going to be fine and wish me well as I will advance to the next round. And if you don’t do it willingly….I’ll just simply make you, bitch.
I’m a strong, empowering, superior woman with the whole world in the palm of my hand and stupid, inferior drongos groveling at my feet. However, that’s not how you’re going to remember me at this coming Killshot, Lizzy. As gifted as you claim to be, you will come to realize that even the gifted can be taken down a peg….WAY down a peg when it comes to you. Even though the success you have achieved in the past is a joke to me, I will not ignore the fact that you did make it possible and I’m destined to make mine…at your expense, of course. And not even you and your “well-connected super stardom” is going to stop what’s coming. What you’re going to be seeing across the ring with you is the undisputed symbol that represents what you better take heed to: “I’m here to stay and I’m for damn sure not playing”. This is not a game to me. I am not concerned if you like me. I do not care if you hate my guts. What I care about is winning and dominating, about leaving a mark that will be remembered for eternity. Those are the things that matter to me. You? Not even a smidge, except maybe for the smear that you will leave on the bottom of my boot after I’m done with you. And that will all be to satisfy your understanding that your impending downfall in my hands at Killshot will be more pertinent to your entire career: the most disastrous thing to ever happen in your life. But to me? It’s just going to be another fun sparring session. But look at the bright side “Star”…I won’t even charge you for it. This one’s on me under the special “Soon To Be A BROKEN Has-Been” package.
Sorry...not sorry, pumpkin.
