Laya the Fraud

[angelofdarkness]

The last few days for Katrina had been highly amusing. She had been watching Layla El, listening to what she had to say. It pleased her, that her comments irritated Layla so much. She had been also watching films and tapes of Layla, and that was good for a laugh aswell. This woman was nothing more than a joke. Did she really think that she could compete with Katrina? She had beaten her twice before, and was just about ready to make it a third time. Katrina would not fall short of the win this time, for the WWE Women's Championship.

The scene opens, and all that is seen is Katrina's face, the rest of her and the room is shrouded in shadows and darkness. She begins to address those who may be watching, especially Layla, the Fraud.


Layla....I just wanted to thank you. You have given me much laughter in the last few days, you have been a great comic relief to fight off the stress of anticipating such a big match. A championship match, that I must admit I am nervous about. I am not nervous about the outcome, I know what it will be. I know I will have my hand raised, the gold around my waist, with you and the others laying on the mat, broken and bloody. I'll leave you all in the same condition I did Jillian. I just get nerves before a match, that is all, I cannot explain it. However, when I step from behind that curtain, it all flies away. With the victims in sight, I begin to relish and think of ways to hurt them.

Now, you've been speaking much about me lately. Instead, lets talk about you. You speak as if you are some sort of dark goddess. What do you know about the powers of the dark? Lets see, you were raised in...London, England? Before coming to wrestling, you were a dancer for Carnival Cruise Lines, aswell as the Miami Heat of the NBA. You've done some modeling aswell....you come up from a nice neighborhood, good parents. You had nice things growing up, you lived in a nice environment, and had all the things a child should have growing up. Yet, you claim all this pain and anguish, and how you are some sort of dark deity? Give me a break. You are nothing but a fraud, a fake. A dark goddess does not pose half nude for magazines. A creature of the dark does not parade around shaking her ass. Stop trying to be something you are not. Now, I could handle you just being another beautiful bitch who uses her beauty to get her places. You'd just be a generic female. But no, if theres one thing that really bothers me, its a fraud. Thats you, Layla. You know nothing of demons, and sacrifice. You have lived a good life, as a spoiled little brat.

I grew up with an abusive father, an alcoholic. I grew up watching my father kick the shit out of my mother every night, until eventually she blew her brains out in front of my eyes with a pistol. Then I was the one left, the only one, because my mother was a coward. I was the target of the abuse. Who had to cook dinner for him? I did. Who had to raise herself, because her father was always off getting drunk and getting laid? I did. I've been bullied at school growing up, because I was different, I did not have the social skills others did. Maybe its because I was too fucked up from all the beatings, and all the nights he came in to molest me. Stealing my innocence, using me for his own perverted pleasures.

My only friends were the spiders that ran rampant in the house. I never had a Christmas, I never had anything special most children had. Thanksgiving? My father getting drunk, watching football, while my mother sat there snorting cocaine, and I had a can of beans as my feast. The only thing I had growing up, was the WWE, watching it on television as I grew up. What did I do to deserve all this? I did nothing wrong, I was merely dealt a crappy hand in this game called life. I could have collapsed, crumbled under the pressure, but I didn't. I found the goddess...all one has to do is follow the spiders. I came out stronger than I could have ever imagined. I've signed a contract, I'm now making good money. I came from nothing, to make myself something.

I told my father one day, that I wanted to be just like them, and you know what he told me? He told me I was a filthy whore like my mother, and that I would never amount to anything. He proceeded to beat me across the face with a belt. I've proved him wrong. I have overcome, and I have found the goddess. You want to talk about demons, a rough life, and dark powers? What do you know Layla? This isn't a game, this is reality for me. You hire people to dress up in robes, and pretend to be druids? Druids are protectors of nature you dumb bitch, wielding magic to make things grow. They don't sit around and chant, because you give them money or handjobs for it.

I wonder when you are going to snap out of your little fantasy world, and see what is in front of you. You know, I don't even think I care. No, in fact I couldn't care less. You are just another spoiled rich kid, taunting me on the playground. They taunted me, until I sent one to the hospital, and then they started to fear me. They got quiet whenever I passed. Any who did mouth off to me, soon found out their mistake. As will you, Layla. After I beat you, no, destroy you, for a third time. You don't deserve this championship, you don't deserve the glory it brings. So go ahead and continue to play your little games....and all you will be remembered as, is Layla the Fraud.