Post by April Song on Mar 24, 2019 3:10:51 GMT
I have two belts here. One is a toy Specialists Championship, you know the one that I “won” in that ladder match a while back along with that Nintendo Switch I picked up in that same match. (I’m totally addicted to Let’s Go Pikachu, but that’s a story for another day, serious business time right now.)
Yes, as a matter of fact, Miranda, I DO remember the last time I was in a ladder match like this. I remember retrieving this fake belt when my opponent retrieved the real one. Here I was, working so hard just to get an opportunity to hold a championship again after so long not having the feel of leather, gold and precious metals around my waist, and in one fell swoop it was taken away. The dream died...except it didn’t. I used that hurt, that painful defeat to go about winning the championship that you’ve decided to come after, the Lethal Specialists Championship. I worked my ass off to keep it too, passing my first defense with flying colors.
I know what it’s like to identify yourself with a championship and then lose it. While I’ve never been a World Champion or the top champion in a company, I know what Champion’s hubris feels like. You win the title and in some respects instead of you owning it the title actually owns you. Your legacy is that championship and once it’s taken away from you, either by injury or defeat or anything else that can come up, you have to find a way to get back on your feet and get going again. So, Miranda, I understand completely when you took aim at me and my title. The LAW belt is beyond your reach for now and you don’t strike me as the type to really go the tag championship route.
Here’s the thing that I don’t get about you though: You were going to get your Specialists CHampionship match regardless of how I progressed in the tournament. Hell, if I had beaten Revy, which I would have if not for your showing up when you did, I would have been willing to pull double duty if that meant keeping up my obligations to the title. Like I said when I won it, It was not something I won with the intention of mounting it on a wall at my apartment and watching it collect dust. I aimed to defend it. You beat me in the center of the ring. Clumsily, with a pull of the tights, but you won. I’ve done a lot worse to get title shots so I’m not gonna chastise you for that. But what was your deal with showing up when you did when I faced Revy? What is it about me that gets you so fired up, so angry, so filled with the need to stick your nose in my business and become my main headache here on LAW?
I spent a while on this and I think I’ve got the answer: You’re jealous as fuck. You’re a little younger and a little prettier, but you’ve got to admit me coming here has shifted the LAW landscape considerably. It didn’t take me long to capture something shiny here and now that you can’t hold the title that basically makes up your identity, you want to set yourself up to take mine. Guess what? That’s not going to happen, babe.
And I’m not really all that mad at you honestly. While you’ve grown to be quite an irritation, I actually have sympathy for you. I know what it’s like to have to sit back and watch things unfold from the sidelines. I know what it’s like to want a piece of somebody’s ass that you will go anywhere and do almost anything to fight them. The problem for you is that my sympathy completely ends when the bell rings. You’ve been in the ring with me before so you know how this goes. You may be “LETHAL” in the ring (come on, it’s literally Lethal Angels of Wrestling, we’re all pretty damn dangerous in the end), but I am the best submission artist on the planet. “BUT APRIL….NOBODY CAN TAP IN A LADDER MATCH! YOUR SUBMISSIONS DON’T MEAN ANYTHING!”
I know.
Thank goodness for this concept called “Balanced attack”. I hit pretty fucking hard too, and even though my submissions won’t end the match, they can end you. It’s gonna be mighty hard for you to climb a ladder if your leg is broken. You can’t grab a title with broken hands, right? You certainly can’t stop me from reaching up and taking what’s mine if you’ve been put to sleep. You see? My arsenal can be VERY useful in a match type like this. It’s been useful in street fights and ladder matches before, it will work just fine against you, no matter how good you think you are.
Ever since Daisy had to relinquish her championship, I have been THE Champion of LAW. I don’t hold the belt and a good bit of blame for that falls on your shoulders, but with the Specialists Championship, I have been working my ass off to make sure that LAW has Champion that it can be proud of. Even though there will be a new LAW Champion crowned, this Specialists Championship is staying around my waist. You picked the wrong champion to try to revitalize your career against, girlfriend. My heart isn’t going to be shattered by you because my heart is unbreakable. My skill is unquestionable, and the lengths that I will go to defend my championship and my place in the scheme of things here in Lethal Angels of Wrestling is pretty damn extreme.
You want to build your reputation back up? Great. You want to beat up Roni? Go right ahead. You want to go challenge the person who wins that other Lethal Ladder Match? Go for it.
You want this belt?
Prepare to be thoroughly fucking disappointed. I'll happily give you the toy replica, but the real one is coming home with Mama.
That’s All!
Yes, as a matter of fact, Miranda, I DO remember the last time I was in a ladder match like this. I remember retrieving this fake belt when my opponent retrieved the real one. Here I was, working so hard just to get an opportunity to hold a championship again after so long not having the feel of leather, gold and precious metals around my waist, and in one fell swoop it was taken away. The dream died...except it didn’t. I used that hurt, that painful defeat to go about winning the championship that you’ve decided to come after, the Lethal Specialists Championship. I worked my ass off to keep it too, passing my first defense with flying colors.
I know what it’s like to identify yourself with a championship and then lose it. While I’ve never been a World Champion or the top champion in a company, I know what Champion’s hubris feels like. You win the title and in some respects instead of you owning it the title actually owns you. Your legacy is that championship and once it’s taken away from you, either by injury or defeat or anything else that can come up, you have to find a way to get back on your feet and get going again. So, Miranda, I understand completely when you took aim at me and my title. The LAW belt is beyond your reach for now and you don’t strike me as the type to really go the tag championship route.
Here’s the thing that I don’t get about you though: You were going to get your Specialists CHampionship match regardless of how I progressed in the tournament. Hell, if I had beaten Revy, which I would have if not for your showing up when you did, I would have been willing to pull double duty if that meant keeping up my obligations to the title. Like I said when I won it, It was not something I won with the intention of mounting it on a wall at my apartment and watching it collect dust. I aimed to defend it. You beat me in the center of the ring. Clumsily, with a pull of the tights, but you won. I’ve done a lot worse to get title shots so I’m not gonna chastise you for that. But what was your deal with showing up when you did when I faced Revy? What is it about me that gets you so fired up, so angry, so filled with the need to stick your nose in my business and become my main headache here on LAW?
I spent a while on this and I think I’ve got the answer: You’re jealous as fuck. You’re a little younger and a little prettier, but you’ve got to admit me coming here has shifted the LAW landscape considerably. It didn’t take me long to capture something shiny here and now that you can’t hold the title that basically makes up your identity, you want to set yourself up to take mine. Guess what? That’s not going to happen, babe.
And I’m not really all that mad at you honestly. While you’ve grown to be quite an irritation, I actually have sympathy for you. I know what it’s like to have to sit back and watch things unfold from the sidelines. I know what it’s like to want a piece of somebody’s ass that you will go anywhere and do almost anything to fight them. The problem for you is that my sympathy completely ends when the bell rings. You’ve been in the ring with me before so you know how this goes. You may be “LETHAL” in the ring (come on, it’s literally Lethal Angels of Wrestling, we’re all pretty damn dangerous in the end), but I am the best submission artist on the planet. “BUT APRIL….NOBODY CAN TAP IN A LADDER MATCH! YOUR SUBMISSIONS DON’T MEAN ANYTHING!”
I know.
Thank goodness for this concept called “Balanced attack”. I hit pretty fucking hard too, and even though my submissions won’t end the match, they can end you. It’s gonna be mighty hard for you to climb a ladder if your leg is broken. You can’t grab a title with broken hands, right? You certainly can’t stop me from reaching up and taking what’s mine if you’ve been put to sleep. You see? My arsenal can be VERY useful in a match type like this. It’s been useful in street fights and ladder matches before, it will work just fine against you, no matter how good you think you are.
Ever since Daisy had to relinquish her championship, I have been THE Champion of LAW. I don’t hold the belt and a good bit of blame for that falls on your shoulders, but with the Specialists Championship, I have been working my ass off to make sure that LAW has Champion that it can be proud of. Even though there will be a new LAW Champion crowned, this Specialists Championship is staying around my waist. You picked the wrong champion to try to revitalize your career against, girlfriend. My heart isn’t going to be shattered by you because my heart is unbreakable. My skill is unquestionable, and the lengths that I will go to defend my championship and my place in the scheme of things here in Lethal Angels of Wrestling is pretty damn extreme.
You want to build your reputation back up? Great. You want to beat up Roni? Go right ahead. You want to go challenge the person who wins that other Lethal Ladder Match? Go for it.
You want this belt?
Prepare to be thoroughly fucking disappointed. I'll happily give you the toy replica, but the real one is coming home with Mama.
That’s All!