Post by April Song on Feb 25, 2019 4:45:24 GMT
The Battle Rages On
I admit that it wasnt my smoothest performance, but I managed to advance in the LAW Championship tournament. Honestly it felt a little bit of a handicap match with Sweet Roxy out there trying to give her partner a hand, but hey, those two broads have made a LOOOOOOOT of enemies in LAW and thankfully some of them showed up to give me a hand. Jessica, Sidney, I owe y'all one.
Being one of the best wrestlers in the world, I had to advance. What would I have looked like losing to a tag champion as the Specialists Champion? That would have been quite the lousy look. Kayla is no slouch, not by any measure! But a lot of people before me worked hard to make this belt shine, to make it mean something. Even when I'm in nontitle matches or visiting other companies, I have to make sure this belt keeps its shine up. What better way to show the world I'm up for more if I take care of the gold I've already got? I have made it no secret at all my dream is to hold the LAW Championship and Lethal Specialists Championship at the same time, and I proved that I could turn back a fellow champ to that end.
That war will continue down the line, but at least for this week I have to turn my attention back to Specialist Championship matters. Miranda Minors, we meet face to face. A few weeks ago you said that I would be helping you soon. With what exactly? Look, I know you're pissed about losing out on the IJWF title and all, and you are stuck in purgatory as it comes to winning the LAW Championship back, but what possible help am I to you, huh? Plan on impressing the Avas by taking my belt? Or is it my tournament spot you're after? Or is it you just need to kick someone's ass? I don't know and I really don't give a flying damn to be honest. The only help you're going to get from me is me helping you back to your feet after I've made you tap out.
You are tough and you are strong, but you don't have nearly the gravitas or name recognition to tell anyone who deserves what. You think just because you were the first champion that you have the right to throw your weight around? That's okay by me, sister, because I wanna throw your weight around too! I have felt what it is like to be stuck in one position, my own purgatory before. But there is no more caging this Falcon. I want to be the best everywhere I go. In LAW, in the entire world. I'm not going to stop pushing now that I have this belt. I want MORE. You know what, now that I think about it, you're going to be helping me out. You see, the asskicking you're about to endure will go viral, I'm guessing. With shows only biweekly, that leaves a girl a lot of booking time. I mean, there are some places I could just walk in and throw on tape and get hired on the spot, but I think showing the world new submissions and other little tricks I've added while kicking you around the ring may help me build the brand a little more.
I have no clue who my next obstacle is in the tournament, but I know you are my next opponent. I hope all the girls left in the tournament watch really carefully what happens when we cross paths. Your fate is as academic and inevitable as theirs. Either you're geting dropped on your fucking head with the Swan Song seeing you off...or you will JUST TAP OUT.
You're welcome for all the help you're about to get. A free reality check, proof that you aren't God's gift to pro wrestling, and an excuse to flee to another promotion.
I'm such a giver, aren't I?
I admit that it wasnt my smoothest performance, but I managed to advance in the LAW Championship tournament. Honestly it felt a little bit of a handicap match with Sweet Roxy out there trying to give her partner a hand, but hey, those two broads have made a LOOOOOOOT of enemies in LAW and thankfully some of them showed up to give me a hand. Jessica, Sidney, I owe y'all one.
Being one of the best wrestlers in the world, I had to advance. What would I have looked like losing to a tag champion as the Specialists Champion? That would have been quite the lousy look. Kayla is no slouch, not by any measure! But a lot of people before me worked hard to make this belt shine, to make it mean something. Even when I'm in nontitle matches or visiting other companies, I have to make sure this belt keeps its shine up. What better way to show the world I'm up for more if I take care of the gold I've already got? I have made it no secret at all my dream is to hold the LAW Championship and Lethal Specialists Championship at the same time, and I proved that I could turn back a fellow champ to that end.
That war will continue down the line, but at least for this week I have to turn my attention back to Specialist Championship matters. Miranda Minors, we meet face to face. A few weeks ago you said that I would be helping you soon. With what exactly? Look, I know you're pissed about losing out on the IJWF title and all, and you are stuck in purgatory as it comes to winning the LAW Championship back, but what possible help am I to you, huh? Plan on impressing the Avas by taking my belt? Or is it my tournament spot you're after? Or is it you just need to kick someone's ass? I don't know and I really don't give a flying damn to be honest. The only help you're going to get from me is me helping you back to your feet after I've made you tap out.
You are tough and you are strong, but you don't have nearly the gravitas or name recognition to tell anyone who deserves what. You think just because you were the first champion that you have the right to throw your weight around? That's okay by me, sister, because I wanna throw your weight around too! I have felt what it is like to be stuck in one position, my own purgatory before. But there is no more caging this Falcon. I want to be the best everywhere I go. In LAW, in the entire world. I'm not going to stop pushing now that I have this belt. I want MORE. You know what, now that I think about it, you're going to be helping me out. You see, the asskicking you're about to endure will go viral, I'm guessing. With shows only biweekly, that leaves a girl a lot of booking time. I mean, there are some places I could just walk in and throw on tape and get hired on the spot, but I think showing the world new submissions and other little tricks I've added while kicking you around the ring may help me build the brand a little more.
I have no clue who my next obstacle is in the tournament, but I know you are my next opponent. I hope all the girls left in the tournament watch really carefully what happens when we cross paths. Your fate is as academic and inevitable as theirs. Either you're geting dropped on your fucking head with the Swan Song seeing you off...or you will JUST TAP OUT.
You're welcome for all the help you're about to get. A free reality check, proof that you aren't God's gift to pro wrestling, and an excuse to flee to another promotion.
I'm such a giver, aren't I?