Post by April Song on Oct 20, 2019 3:49:01 GMT
[April heads backstage after the “Strange Bedfellows” tag match that she and Revy won during the second day of the “Lethal 500”. Her Lethal Specialists Championship belt is draped over her shoulder and she is still a little woozy after suffering the “Recoil”, Revy's stunner, after their victory. Instead of looking angry, however, she’s smiling and clapping a bit as reporters gather around to hear her speak.]
I’m happy. I know that’s a weird thing that you say after someone cheap shots you after you worked with them during a tag match, but I really am. I’ve been saying this whole time since I’ve been Lethal Specialists Champion that everyone is allowed to get one for free. If you want to make a name for yourself, make yourself famous and become a champion, you’re more than welcome to try at my expense. Five people have tried, and five people have failed.
But Revy...I just can’t seem to shake free of you, can I? You came to me polite as can be the first time, confident in your ability but actually respectful of me. I appreciate that. I’m used to getting talked down to, getting blindsided and all that shit. It was refreshing to just shake somebody’s hand, sign a contract and compete against them. And guess what, you got as close as anybody has to beating me, in my own kinda match no less. With my own moves.
I respect you a lot, and it made me happy that you challenged me again. Buuuuut ...then you had to do that bullshit with the interview. You had to make fun of me a little bit, pretend that you were Satoshi from Pokemon and go and assault random ass people to collect gym badges. Then you accuse me of looking down at you. I don’t look down at you ...I look at you and see somebody who should be better.
You’re one of the best fucking wrestlers in the world and you don’t even realize it. And it’s starting to piss me off that you didn’t seem to take this match seriously, that it was all some big joke to you. But you hitting me with that stunner tells me that you’re taking this go-round a little more seriously...and I appreciate that. Because I don’t want the Revy dressing up in cosplay trying to get on my nerves with goofy ass antics. I want the badass, Ex Army Sniper Revy. I want the killer.
This, this is all or nothing for you, girlfriend. You can’t just hide in the corner and pretend to not feel the pressure anymore, it’s all on YOU. Me? I’m the champion, my reputation has been made and proven. I have survived any and everything thrown at me by everyone I’ve come across, including you. I lose this match...I could get a rematch with you or I could even move on to challenge Roni if she beats Kayla since I just planted her into the canvas with the Swan Song.
You?
This is it.
There are no third chances for you. If you don’t beat me this time, you’re out of my hair as long as I have this pretty little belt. You have to watch other people try to take a belt that you maybe should have already won. That Stunner told me all that I needed to know...and it did something else that I don’t think you realize:
It made me understand that even though we have a bit of mutual respect, even though I consider you a friend, once that bell rings and it’s Last Woman Standing at Finish Line, it’s fucking GO TIME. There are no friends out there, it’s gonna be war. Only enemies. I like you a lot. I even consider you a friend, as weird and silly as you can be. But now I don’t have to wrestle with a guilty conscience anymore, I can go all out and not have a care in the world about my well being or yours. Not because I’m mad at you, but because if you’re willing to take a cheap shot, I’m pretty sure it won’t be beneath you to use a chair or a table or a cable cord or even somebody’s beer in the crowd. And that’s okay because I’m more willing to do all that nasty gangster shit myself.
It’s time you fucking grew up. And I’m not saying that to be an asshole or someone who underestimates you. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING YOU UNDERACHIEVE! WITH YOUR SKILLS, YOU SHOULD ALREADY HAVE THIS FUCKING BELT OR BE A WORLD CHAMPION BY NOW! And now that you’re focused, now that you’re ready to see if you can knock me down ...I'm gonna find out if you’re worthy of this.
You’re going to bleed.
You’re going to sweat.
You’re going to cry.
My friend, you are going to pay DEARLY if you intend to take this away from me. Not because I hate you or disrespect you, but because I OWE it to our fans, the girls in the back, this very championship and everyone that’s held it to only drop it when someone is good enough to pry it away from my unconscious body. I. CAN’T. LOSE. IT. TO. A. SLACKER.
Do you really understand what I’m telling you? I hope you do. For your sake, I hope you do. This is the last chance for you. There’s no do-overs.
[April clenches her jaw with the palm of her hand before smiling again.]
You want this title, right? You want to prove me wrong about beating me for it while it’s on the line, right? Well you damn well better bring the big girl panties to Finish Line. Because I am. And when this is over ...I'll be standing tall, STILL the Lethal Specialists Champion...and in hot pursuit of the LAW Championship.
It’s time LAW had ONE singles champion….
I’m happy. I know that’s a weird thing that you say after someone cheap shots you after you worked with them during a tag match, but I really am. I’ve been saying this whole time since I’ve been Lethal Specialists Champion that everyone is allowed to get one for free. If you want to make a name for yourself, make yourself famous and become a champion, you’re more than welcome to try at my expense. Five people have tried, and five people have failed.
But Revy...I just can’t seem to shake free of you, can I? You came to me polite as can be the first time, confident in your ability but actually respectful of me. I appreciate that. I’m used to getting talked down to, getting blindsided and all that shit. It was refreshing to just shake somebody’s hand, sign a contract and compete against them. And guess what, you got as close as anybody has to beating me, in my own kinda match no less. With my own moves.
I respect you a lot, and it made me happy that you challenged me again. Buuuuut ...then you had to do that bullshit with the interview. You had to make fun of me a little bit, pretend that you were Satoshi from Pokemon and go and assault random ass people to collect gym badges. Then you accuse me of looking down at you. I don’t look down at you ...I look at you and see somebody who should be better.
You’re one of the best fucking wrestlers in the world and you don’t even realize it. And it’s starting to piss me off that you didn’t seem to take this match seriously, that it was all some big joke to you. But you hitting me with that stunner tells me that you’re taking this go-round a little more seriously...and I appreciate that. Because I don’t want the Revy dressing up in cosplay trying to get on my nerves with goofy ass antics. I want the badass, Ex Army Sniper Revy. I want the killer.
This, this is all or nothing for you, girlfriend. You can’t just hide in the corner and pretend to not feel the pressure anymore, it’s all on YOU. Me? I’m the champion, my reputation has been made and proven. I have survived any and everything thrown at me by everyone I’ve come across, including you. I lose this match...I could get a rematch with you or I could even move on to challenge Roni if she beats Kayla since I just planted her into the canvas with the Swan Song.
You?
This is it.
There are no third chances for you. If you don’t beat me this time, you’re out of my hair as long as I have this pretty little belt. You have to watch other people try to take a belt that you maybe should have already won. That Stunner told me all that I needed to know...and it did something else that I don’t think you realize:
It made me understand that even though we have a bit of mutual respect, even though I consider you a friend, once that bell rings and it’s Last Woman Standing at Finish Line, it’s fucking GO TIME. There are no friends out there, it’s gonna be war. Only enemies. I like you a lot. I even consider you a friend, as weird and silly as you can be. But now I don’t have to wrestle with a guilty conscience anymore, I can go all out and not have a care in the world about my well being or yours. Not because I’m mad at you, but because if you’re willing to take a cheap shot, I’m pretty sure it won’t be beneath you to use a chair or a table or a cable cord or even somebody’s beer in the crowd. And that’s okay because I’m more willing to do all that nasty gangster shit myself.
It’s time you fucking grew up. And I’m not saying that to be an asshole or someone who underestimates you. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING YOU UNDERACHIEVE! WITH YOUR SKILLS, YOU SHOULD ALREADY HAVE THIS FUCKING BELT OR BE A WORLD CHAMPION BY NOW! And now that you’re focused, now that you’re ready to see if you can knock me down ...I'm gonna find out if you’re worthy of this.
You’re going to bleed.
You’re going to sweat.
You’re going to cry.
My friend, you are going to pay DEARLY if you intend to take this away from me. Not because I hate you or disrespect you, but because I OWE it to our fans, the girls in the back, this very championship and everyone that’s held it to only drop it when someone is good enough to pry it away from my unconscious body. I. CAN’T. LOSE. IT. TO. A. SLACKER.
Do you really understand what I’m telling you? I hope you do. For your sake, I hope you do. This is the last chance for you. There’s no do-overs.
[April clenches her jaw with the palm of her hand before smiling again.]
You want this title, right? You want to prove me wrong about beating me for it while it’s on the line, right? Well you damn well better bring the big girl panties to Finish Line. Because I am. And when this is over ...I'll be standing tall, STILL the Lethal Specialists Champion...and in hot pursuit of the LAW Championship.
It’s time LAW had ONE singles champion….