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Post by Triana on Dec 15, 2015 21:00:24 GMT -5
(I Don't have anything to fear from FEAR himself!)
A disk sits on the desk of a THY's media source that has a post it noe upon it that says UPLOAD ME written upon it. An associate grabs the disk quite curious about the disk and slips it into his computer as it begins to upload to the site not even thinking twice. He presses play on the video realizing it is a promo from the one and only Triana. She seems different than she has been the look she debuted after separating ties from Joey the Bastard not so long ago. The video is saved on the site now and whoever watches it will see the following.
I laugh and laugh loudly as my voice covers a back alley echoing through it. My laughter stops as I then beging to speak over the dark looking alley that has a dumpster off to the side and a little bit of fog rolling across between brick walls of buildings. Raid drops slightly to the ground.
“FEAR? Is that your name? Pathetic is what it stands for because fear is not a name it is a state of mind. You think because you name yourself something that your automatically symbolic. You lock yourself to one thing, you become that one idea but in the end when you fail you don't make anyone fear you. If someone beats you they overcome fear. So using the name as an idea and a statement with the obvious can happen you really don't take into account the true repercussions of your actions. This alley way use to symbolize something, it used to be something that scared people and was an embodiment of fear that was used in movies. Now people see it as average they have been desensitized by the world before them. Fear does not mean the same thing that it used to. Your look and your name drive nothing of the sort and you talk about beating certain people. But what have you really overcome? What have you really accomplished? You dream of a chance of a higher status but the truth is your just a dire joke for those of us that are truly in the business to compete for real understanding.”
With my words I step out in the alley way dressed in a pair of high healed boots, short black leather shorts, a white button down top covered by a black and white leather jacket. My face is painted white with black lipstick and black rings painted around my eyes as my long blond hair is separated into pigtails. I smile softly looking down the alley while carrying a baseball bat within my hands.
“Do you know what it is like to be the only woman to walk into this company and stand as the shining example of how a woman should be? No because you have something between your legs just like the rest of the locker room. This is what people have called a man's sport and besides a few of us women as late it has been that. I took a long break from full time action and did what I could out of my love for Joey but that backfired. I took my time away from the ring and became the lovely violent woman of The New Age. But time passes and the world forgets. But the truth is I remember and what I have accomplished as a woman is that I have been the Television Champion, I was Thy's first ever woman Intercontinental Champion. I stood on the ladder of the second most prestige title that the company had to offer then I walked away. I took myself and made everything I did matter for New Age. I competed here and there doing a little just to let people know I was still alive. But the drive and love for competition was gone. Truth be told I got bored, everything became stale. You are stale Fear. You are a name of something that should stand for more and should shake dread into the very bodies of others. But you are a mask of lies, deceit. Fear means making someone see what they cannot stand, what gives them shivers, the reality of their situation but what do you instill in this woman who has accomplished much? You instill nothing but pity for what is your claims of beating two of the best means nothing. Empty actions because all of us have off nights you could have gotten lucky.”
I grab my bat as I walk over to a dumpster, my heels click upon the watered down pavement opening up inside is a man. He climbs out shaking his hands and feet tied together. He tries to stand but falls back down. I smile and laugh at his situation.
“Do you see this man Fear? This man is a fan of yours. Fear has a fan? Shouldn't people be afraid? Shouldn't people be scared? Shouldn't people run from Fear. They say the only thing you have to fear is fear itself but I don't and neither does people it seems as you have fans. Now what do we do with people who don't understand fear? What do we do Fear?”
I look down to the bound man who also has a gag in his mouth. I smile looking at my bat. I kick the man in the balls with my boot as he screams into the gag but it becomes muffled. I then roll him over with the same foot as I stand over him looking down on him. Taking the wide end of the bat I thrust it downward into his sternum once. I do it again, I find myself doing it three times until I see a little bit of red drip from his lips. I hear the minor screams coming from him as this happens muffled of course. I smile licking my lips in excitement as I kneel down over the man. I remove the gag from his mouth as I lean over kissing his lips and licking up the blood off his lips.
“Mmmmm Internal bleeding gives you that thrill of making another suffer.”
He tries to push me off but I've straddled him now my weight keeping him down since he is bound. He seems to scream at me.
“You crazy bitch let me go! Let me go!”
I smile at his words and shake my left finger at him as if he he has done wrong by calling me that name. I grab the bat and bring it across his forehead with one quick motion nailing it into his skull and smile as the man goes unconscious but the blood from his head is slightly there. I move my finger across it then bring it across my lips and suck it slowly.
“You shouldn’t have called me that. But you know we all are something to someone but when you wake up little man you will know Fear and you will remember this. You see fear is needed but the man you worship is as harmless as a kitten that has been de-clawed. You follow the name because it sounds cool and he seems to think he has his mind together, as if he is the most collected truth of what people fear. Now this isn't going to last long because I kidnapped, and I beat an innocent man well supposedly innocent man with a bat in the middle of an alley so the cops are probably on their way. But this had to be shown, this had to be done. No one has to fear anything only me. FEAR is a joke, a flailing idea that he thinks he can compete for the major titles when he is not the only one who wants his chance. The woman of this company that stands on top with men wants her chance at gold to and that is what I plan on going for. I will do what I need to do and anything I need to send my message. Don't ever think that...”
It was then I heard sirens and flashing reed lights at the end of the alley that I had walked down. I dropped the bat and put my hands up.
“I have to go now but remember don't fear what you understand. You need to fear what you don't understand. I do not fear FEAR!”
I kept my hands up and turned away from the camera filming me as I started to skip out of the alley right out in front of the flashing red lights. I was smiling the whole way. That is where the video stopped, the media person scratched their head it had already been uploaded and people were watching.
(Oooh! Am I on Cops?: Police Security Interrogation footage.) I sit in a room and I am cuffed to a metal table I smile as a middle aged African American officer enters the room and has a seat before me. He sits down dressed in his suit and I smile and wink at him. I laugh a little as my head goes back and then I lean forward waiting a simple soft kind smile on my lips.
“Triana right? Why did you grab a random man, bind him up, and cause injury to him? Do you know what you did can be considered a major offense? I am guessing you did because you skipped right up to us and put your hands out waiting for cuffs on your wrists. Just why something so stupid?”
I smile as I turn my head to the side. And give him the answer.
“Why a message of course. I took the little man and beat him for being a fan of FEAR. How can FEAR have fans? That is like Death giving life instead of taking it. Does the Reaper really go around giving everyone hugs and puppies instead of ripping the souls from bodies? Is it a major offense? I thought it was an offense to lie to people and set yourself up in propaganda with a name. You arrested me for beating a guy because of FEAR?”
The cop seems confused for a minute asking another question.
“Wait are you telling me that you fear this man? That you tied up this man out of fear? Did this man place fear into you at all with intent to harm? Was this self defense?”
I smiled as the words I was looking for didn't come from me.
“Yes yes officer. As a poor defenseless woman I had to make sure that FEAR new that I was not afraid. I had to make sure that FEAR new I wasn't afraid. I did it out of self defense, I was defending whom I was a strong woman who won't let FEAR rule over he life. A woman who won't let FEAR defeat her. I don't want to live in the shadow of FEAR.”
The cop was still confused seeing my emphasis upon a word he reached in and undid the cuffs for me. I smiled softly to him.
“Miss Triana just fill out the proper paperwork and you are free to go we had no idea you did this all out of fear. We will contact your lawyer just in case and please remember to get your belongings on the way out.”
As the officer said that he got up and left the room and I smiled to the camera in the room that was filming.
“You see kiddies it is all about using the truth of your words even in bad situations. And if your watching this you can thank my lawyer he is really good at getting me out of things and getting me what I want. Of course it pays to pay for a lawyer who doesn't follow the so straight and narrow. No FEAR no doubt!”
With that I laughed as the feed ended finally on the video that was presented it had seemed to be in two parts. I knew that I had made my statement pretty clear that I was letting FEAR no that I wasn't the same girl that followed Joey around I was Triana a reborn woman whom knew how to kick peoples asses and I was really proud of doing that.
(A little bit of crazy goes a long way.)
I sit on my bed the night before the pay per view and I have a doll in my arms. I am pushing needles into it. It is a figure masked like that of FEAR himself. I smile as the pins go in and I lay it on my bed. Sitting there kneeling in my pink pajama bottoms and tight black top that says “Crazy Luv” on it.
“One little needle, two little needles, three little needles and many more, Hurt the man toss him in the sea and let the waves wash his body ashore. Let him rot as seagulls feast upon him like bread, Pecking the eyeballs right out of his head. His soul suffers by the hand of Hades, while I think back to the night it started where he screamed don't beat me please please? I still will and watch him crumble, this is all the aftermath of me making him lose and stumble. Shattered will and broken spirit, these are the things my new friend FEAR shall inherit. I will smile as he suffers from what I can do, Even if I don't win it will be hell I put him through. The crazy girl lost love because JTB was lying a lot, because of him the rest of the locker room will get this crazy shot. I'm the one you want to put behind bars, because I would shove your body into moving cars. I'd love to watch your jugular sprinkle blood across the sidewalk, I'd be the girl laughing as it was your body's outline done in chalk. Truth is my little dolly FEAR that is upon my bed, I'd sooner rip off your head.”
With that last rhyme I reached down picking up the doll as I ripped its head off and tossed it across the room a smile on my lips. I would get up as I looked down to my phone and people were messaging on the site about why I had turned out the way I am acting now. Small questions of what is going on with me. I turned myself over in bad laying on my stomach taking my phone in hand and started typing on Thy's website.
Dear people, fans, low-lings of the masses with small and fat asses!
This is the daring Triana. I come forth messaging you all because I know that I have touched a lot on facing FEAR. But I have not touched on all you little sheep following along the blogs, the news, the interwebs date or whatever else. I think that you may believe I care because I did once then I didn't. I still don't care about any of you unless it suits me to care on the day. I go from moment to moment. One day I could love all of you and the next I could down right hate every single last one of you and wish an atom bomb was dropped right now taking me out to because I would know the sacrifice of helping wipe stupidity off the planet. You all are people that watch and seek us out. You are curious of why I am the way that I am. It is because I find myself ready to do anything that is needed. But to all of you I am not giving up on anything I stopped but this girl wants her major championship shot. I am not some hot to trot little diva that wanders onto the plains of nothingness. I am the same woman that has beaten some of those men in the back and I am the same woman that has stood up against so many others. I've been the right hand to helping Joey out and I showed each time I could still lift the guys and hold my own when helping them out. I am not a joke or an expendable piece of arm candy. I wasn't getting anywhere I wasn't getting what I wanted. I was being denied so I just refused to do what the company wanted me to do. But it clicked I need to be out there. I need to be presenting myself before everyone especially now because I can't get my chance if people forget me. I am Triana the Psycho Sweetheart, The Crazy Cute, The Murderous Maiden. So many things now I can tell you what to call me. I'm still going to keep The New Age attitude. I am the new generation, I take for me and only me. All others are just things to be cut or removed from the equation. When the time comes and all is said and done we walk a line that we make ourselves. I can stand before all of you and beg forgiveness or tell you off but the general fact stands is that I care only about me. When someone breaks your heart you only want pain to be inflicted upon others and we all know where all my madness is going. But crazy, madness, or whatever you wanna call it is my fuel the passion of my newly lit fire. So what am I going to use the fire for you may ask? I am going to let it consume me and burn every single little worthless person that gets in front of me while burning them alive within my flames. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and this woman has the fires from the underworld themselves to make sure the very flesh seems like I boils right off their bones.
With much love and wholesome meaning, Triana
With that I turned over in bed I knew what was coming up and I needed to rest my head. I was going to show my opponent that even if they didn't like fighting women they were going to find out the hard way that women can fight back just as much. For me this was all the fun way, I am ready to show the world I have come back. I just need to breath and tomorrow rip FEAR's head off his shoulders then carrying it around a pike in the ring screaming I win at the top of my lungs with the cutest smile painted over my lips. Oh Anarchy to me the perfect name for all the fun I was about to have. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 4:00:21 GMT -5
Swirling through a haze of confusion, madness and then nothingness. I felt myself spinning through the void. My thoughts becoming all but dust, my sense in overload to a point of maddening numbness and my sanity stripped from me. All that I had considered real was a lie. Then, I hit the ground...
I sort of came to my sense while standing in a hospital corridor, only this wasn't a normal hospital, this looked oddly familiar to a place that I had come with Edward over 10 years ago. We were about 18? Maybe? I stood there looking around, the nurse behind the desk was chatting to someone but I hadn't really been paying attention. My feet had just decided to lead me someone. A small man wrapped in a blanket walked past me muttering to himself about something. I couldn't make out much of it but from what I could understand he was on his way to the bathroom to find his bag of holes. Weird.
I turned to the right, noticing that there was someone leading me, They had shoulder length hair and big broad shoulders. I couldn't make out their face though. Turning left this time, we walked under a sign that said "Patient Visitation room". I had seen that sign before but for the life of me I just couldn't remember when it had been.
A door just short of me led to a large room where several groups sat. Some were playing board games, connect four or playing cards. Some were reading and some were staring into nothingness. This place made me feel ill, not because of the conditions but because I wanted to help. I just didn't know how.
"We keep him separate from the larger groups. He tends to get a bit upset and agitated if he's around too much noise. He's in room four. I'll just go in first to make sure he's ok and then you can come in. May be best if you come first and then Richard can come in a little later."
I waited for about 27 minutes, 46 seconds. Not that I was counting or anything. The door opened and I stepped forward and through it, as I did the scene began to sharpen and I was finally aware of this memory. Sat down on a chair fiddling with his own hands was a man with long matted hair and a scraggly grey beard. He looked up nervously before putting his head back down. I turned to Edward.
"I can't believe it... it's actually him."
For a second we both stood there, seeing how uncomfortable this made the man. I sat down and smiled, he grimaced. I made small talk for a while but my main priority was Edward. For a while the three of us spoke, it took the man a while to find his voice but before long he was smiling and laughing.
Hours passed and the nurses soon had to pretty much dragged us out of there. We were walking along down the hospital corridor. I paused, noticing something happening to my vision again. I turned to Edward, he patted my shoulder and continued to walk. I stumbled slightly unsure of what was happening.
"Sorry man, I think my brain is just imploding right now, that might have been your dad man!"
Edward shrugged and looked away, clearly getting emotional.
"Dude, Rufus Sawyer could totally be your dad! There's nothing cooler then that!"
He turned to me, unhappiness filling his cold, dead eyes.
"Richard, I need you to tell him. You have to find him and tell him, you owe me that much..."
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I awoke from my dream, my head pounding, drenched in my own sweat and shaken. I sat up and took a sip of cool refreshing water from the glass by my bedside. I tried to piece it all together but every time I spoke t-
or rather dreamed of Edward. it shook me to my core.
I looked up across my bedroom and out the full length windows to the sparkling lights of the city and skyscrapers. I had done so much wrong in this life, I was a wreck, a disappointment, nothing. I shook my head but I couldn't fight the feelings.
My best friend is dead because of my former drug habit. That was no easy cross to bare. I swung my legs out of the bed and felt the bottoms of my feet scratch against carpet. I walked to the window and looked down at the cars and street lights below.
Why was I left here to be so unhappy? Why did I have to ruin so many lives.
I stared out the window for a minute until all my feelings washed away only to be replaced by something different... something new. I was numb. There was no emotion, no feelings, no regrets and no understanding of why my attitude had changed. Although there were two things that were very clear to me.
I needed to visit Rufus, it was about time he knew that his son had died. Secondly, I no longer have anything to lose, which makes me a dangerous enemy. I just can't wait to prove it to the other roster members.
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"You need to wait in line, it is not your time, you don't deserve it, you're nothing to this federation, you are not the face of the company, you're not champion material, you're not Blade LaVigne.
Yet here is the thing, I'm more then all of that. I'm the reason people tune in, the reason your ratings have improved. You think people want to see some washed up junkie leading a bunch of childish, arrogant idiots against the establishment? You think people want to see a so called champion who is too scared to put his title on the line in case he loses it? A year long reign means nothing when you step in the ring with jobbers and pretend your title is in jeopardy, a year long reign doesn't mean a single thing when you are not a fighting champion. People tune in because they know, if I'm on the card my sheer wrestling ability is the only thing worth watching your god forsaken show for.
I'm not the underdog, I'm not a child who throws his toys out the pram when he doesn't win and blames the higher ups for his own insecurity issues. I'm not some low bit champion who is too scared to face the only worthy contender this company has for his title. I am FEAR and I stand before every single one of you, with nothing to my name and nothing in my heart. I am the only reason why any of you show any interest in the corporation of THY WWE though.
But you know what? They don't care about that, they never will. They look at this thing that we all loved and cared about as just a place to feed their oversized egos. They have no reason to change anything for the better because they know that this ship is sinking and they want to drain any remaining bit of glory they can out of it.
There's nothing we can do.
They don't care about the fans, about the rest of the roster. So long as Vince can stand there with his bottomless pockets and Blade can wear that fake piece of gold... that tainted and poisoned prop.
They just don't care
But we do, we all care so much. The locker room, the THY WWE audience, the families of the ones fighting in that ring every night. They all care. We stand up to the bad guys and we make a difference, everyday.
Even if the bad people and the evil people have the power, the fame, the glory. It means absolutely nothing, when they will never find love, when they realise that their crap has gotten old and no one cares any more. When someone like Blade LaVigne, sits there and tells you his cock and ball story about his mother, his life, how he has worked for this.
If you're still buying that, you're an idiot. I'm sorry but it's true. Blade has never had much of an issue spinning a web to catch flies, only sometimes. He doesn't realise that his web begins to unravel. Now, if you ask me Vince and Blade seem pretty close. Vince doesn't have that relationship with just anyone. The last person Vince was overly close to was Hunter and well, that's his son-in-law. Now I'm not saying that Blade is getting it on with one of Vince's kids. Maybe Shane, but that's not important. No my theory, is that Vince is Blade's father. It makes sense right? He never talks about his daddy, always about his mother though. What if the reason why Blade gets special treatment is because he is spawn of the Devil... Of course by Devil, I mean Vince. What if, Vince is the one pulling the strings to make sure his secret love child is happy and not going to tell the entire world how much of a lying, cheater his father is.
My biggest issue though; I'm constantly told, I'm not ready, I don't deserve a shot, oh and get this one, I'm not champion material. I have to wait in line.
Who am I waiting behind? Tell me one person in this federation with consecutive wins over important and valued members of the roster!? Oh wait, recently? That would be me.
Next question;
How do you become ready to be champion? Well common logic for the locker room and for you guys is, when you become a big name and you draw money for a company, you become wanted on tv screens a lot more. You become a pay per view attraction. This is how you become a champion but to get that point, you have to look really strong, you have to be special, you have to win most of your matches and go through the rankings of the roster. Now if you're getting a serious push, you normally face a champion in a non title match and this is a huge draw, if you go over and you win. You jump the entire roster because you just proved you're better then the champion!
so lastly, my main point here. I've beaten both of Thy's champions.
I have devastated the two top men in your federation.
Yet come pay-per-view, I'm put on the back burner against some fool who isn't even important. A childish little girl, who might I add followed Joey around with lost puppy dog eyes because she's so smart and so good in the ring? I mean I don't know, should Richard Black, FEAR. The biggest name in your federation, go against some trollop who can't even make her own decisions.
Truth is, I've got Blade really scared. He's manipulated, bullied and bribed his way to the top and now I'm here and he can't stop me. He lives in my shadow.
See I wouldn't care that much because I know I'm better, I've won repeatedly and I'm totally Thy's new champion come the first chance I get, I'm very deserving of that. Yet the real issue is that I'm fed up of being told I'm not ready, that I'm not as good as everyone else yet, I'm better then everyone else. I've proved it, over and over and over. I'm the biggest draw for the company, Thy was going under before I came back, the roster was falling apart and the ratings were shocking but I came back and within two weeks. The roster was solid again, the audience grew, the ratings went up and the company made more money in the last few months then it had in the past few years. So here is my problem.
Vince?
Why are you discriminating against me? Is it to protect your illegitimate son? Is it because you and Blade's mother are having an affair of some sort. Or do you only have eyes for Blade himself?
Maybe it's because of my heritage, my background? Maybe it's because you're scared of me? You know your little lap dog can't do anything to me, he doesn't have the ability that I do. Or maybe, maybe you're just stupid.
I would make you so much money, the thing that makes your little world turn and your penis stand up. How is that issue by the way? You seen the doctor yet? I mean you really shouldn't ask another mans advice in the men's bathroom but that was messed up man, I've never seen growth in that area, especially one so disgustingly hairy. Anyway I'm opening up and telling the truth to much, it kind of happens when someone plays you the way that you have with me.
I want you both to know, you incompetent, idiotic, greedy, horrible, vindictive see you next Tuesdays. That you need to sort this out because having Blade on your team, instead of actually defending his title like a real champion. You're just making yourselves look weak. Like you both can't get the job done. Maybe, you need a professional? If you need someone to show you what glory and honour, loyalty and respect is, if you need someone who can be a real champion and get the job done. You have my number. Just think about it. I'm clearly better Blade, Zak and PoT. So it's only logical that you'd want your top fighter in your corner. Not some fool who holds a fake piece of gold around his waist and acts like he's gods gift to everyone. Truthfully Blade, you're kind of boring and lame and nobody actually cares if you win or not. They just know you will because you're sat in Vince's pocket all the time or maybe in his tightie whities, no one is really sure. You've even got your own five moves of doom.
Who'd of thought Blade LaVigne the self proclaimed future of wrestling would be just another John Cena... another poorly built character who honestly just feels like a waste of time, an undeserving waste of time.
Now why don't you go spit some venom at me in one of your little promo pieces, tell the world I'm all wrong but you still won't step in a ring with me if your title is on the line because you know I'm better then you, go tell the world how you earnt this with every drop of sweat and blood but you still can't get out of Vince's office, sat there like his prized poodle, even though you came second at the dog show, it's all about taking part. Except when you're a loser, the biggest loser on the roster. A weak as hell idiot, with no drive and no claim to his name other then a piece of gold plated copper that he wears around his waist because he couldn't be man enough to step up and face his biggest challenge yet. Na, he makes excuses about making people wait in line and earn their shot, even when they kick his ass and show him, that they don't need to earn their shot because a champion who gets beat moves down in the food chain and becomes prey to the predator.
You want my respect? You want the locker rooms respect? You want the audience's respect? Like hell do you want that, all you care about is being Blade LaVigne, THY WWE world champion because to you, the prop, the title of being champion. That's all that's important to you. Not the roster, not the fans. Bet your mother doesn't respect you, bet she ain't even proud. You don't deserve it. Hell your momma must be so sad that she raised a pathetic coward like you. She may tell you she loves you, kiss your forehead and tuck you in at night and tell you that you're her little angel. She don't mean it though, she's just too kind to hurt you with her own disappointment. To show you how wrong and cowardly you are.
Shame on you Blade, shame on you and your cowardice.
Why am I fighting a woman? Let alone this woman?
Followed by a more important and obvious point:
If I'm fighting a woman, shouldn't I be fighting Blade LaVigne?
But Triana why are you here? I mean to say, didn't your little group stand together soully to fight the same evil I am fighting? Honestly, I disagree with your methods and I think each of you are fools. No one is going to listen especially if all you're doing is beating people up and put spray paint crosses on their backs. Yet you've become this cog in the machine that you hate, the thing that blocks the path to glory. Was the New Age not all about being equal, about having a chance to prove yourselves? About being something more then that cog in the machine? Then again, after what happened last week, with you all realising just how stupid you have been to follow an egotistical maniac into battle, is it simply because you now know, once you've stopped trying, once you've stopped caring, that actually you become the thing you hate, the barriers and the blockades.
I am here to purge this federation of the venom, making it's way through the veins and muscle tissue of this very company. I am here, not prove myself. Not to push the deserving aside but to destroy the catalyst that has been eating away at THY WWE from the inside out. I am not here to be the chosen one, to be the king of this company and act all high and mighty. No, I am just here to help guys and girls just like you. I am here to take out the biggest, baddest name that this company has. I have watched as this federation has died and is nothing more then a carcass with poor work conditions, bogus scheduling and even a boss who would rather watch american football then watch and nurture his baby, his so called pride and joy. A champion who is too scared to face anyone who he believes will beat him, a champion who embodies everything that a champion is not.
Where is this company's pride? Where is this company's moral standing. We can't even go a week without someone or something holding up the entire production. Last week audiences were left sitting on their hands not knowing what the hell was going on until we managed to get the show happening, hours after schedule, due to the bosses own idiotic, arrogance. Yet you Triana, might think that a win over me will some how boost your career to new heights but it won't, it can't. Not unless you're willing to get down on your knees for Vince. You will only be doing us all a dis-service if you don't lay down and take a three count at Pay-Per-View. I don't want to hurt you and in any other situation. I would never hurt a woman but I will tear your throat out with my teeth if you try to stand against me.
I will purge Thy of all the bad, you have to believe that. But you have to stand down for that to happen because after Pay-Per-View, I ain't waiting in a line no more. Thy either gives me my shot or I'm cutting the line and believe me. It won't be pretty for Mr LaVigne or you Triana, if you try to stop me.
Triana, I'm glad you've awakened to the your boyfriends insanity, I'm glad you've seen just how insane this whole situation is but that does not mean that I will go easy on you. It does not mean that I will stand down and take a loss for foolish little girl who struggled to see the bigger picture however. I am trying to make this place better for everyone.
I'm sure you've got a lot of anger inside you, a lot of hatred for Joey, for the federation, for the world. I know we all have our grudges to bear. I however I am not your fight. I stand with you. I stand as a pure and true individual. I am not Joey, selfish and cowardly. I am strong, I am smart and I can get the job done. So instead of taking out your aggression on an innocent bystander, go after the man you hate. Because the last thing you want, is to get me involved in your childish arguments.
As for you Blade, I just want to say, you seem to think that you deserved your place because you fought for it and you earned it. Problem is, when you've forgotten what it was actually like to be that "underdog", then you turn your back on everything you supposedly stood for. You don't think others have earned that gold? Guys who deserve that gold more then you. Guys who have worked hard then you ever have and ever will. But no, because the reign of Blade is here and it's getting boring. Yet you will never let anyone have a decent shot because you're the biggest coward on the entire roster.
So prepare yourself Blade because next time I get my hands on you, I'm going to destroy you. You won't be a Thy WWE roster member once I'm done with you.
Because...
FEAR is Anarchy."
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"Years ago I walked into the ring with an attitude, a good for nothing one at that. I climbed the ranks with my friends and we dominated this entire federation. I went to Japan, I dominated the scene there and stood tall over whoever I faced. Returning to Thy WWE I was given the short end of the straw. Punished for not being a sheep, punished for returning. I was disrespected by Vince. So when I beat every challenge he put in my way, it meant nothing. I was told to wait in line. When the establishment is run by modern day dictators, you don't stand a chance because you're not the face they want to sell. You'll never be that.
I don't know why I came back any more? I'm thrown under the bus and when I prove I'm better then anyone else, I'm just kicked and kicked and kicked. I'm grinding myself to the bone, I'm grinding away my own soul. I'm fed up of being nothing to management, of being nothing to those roster members. None of them have stood against Blade the way I have. None of them know what it's like to be the best and know that in your heart. It's not about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep on going. People hold on to hope and luck because they think that they can win by chance. I know that sweat and blood is what makes winning my choice. When I'm down, when I'm out. My shoulders on the mat and nothing but agony coursing through my body. I know that I can rise above it, I can hold it. I can use it! I can always win!
If I fail one hundred times and I can't do it. Do you really think I'm going to give up? Do you really think I will lay on my back with tears in my eyes and act like I'm weak! No I will get up and I will try again until I win! I will show you all how great I am. There's a tiny line between winning and losing and I'm always gonna be on the winning side! Why? Because I have faced everything in my past. I've taken every hit and every ounce of pain. I've stood above you all as your victor. I've been a champion but now, I want to be the best. I know I'm the best and all of you should too.
Trianna, I don't care what you think of me, my name, the way I fight. I don't care that you think you're good at what you do. I don't about how you wrestle. I don't about your anger, I don't care if you beat me because I'm still better then you. That much has been proven after your little stunt with the new age. You're stupid and your foolish because you're standing against a man who you think is weak but I lost everything and I am empty. That makes me stronger and more dangerous then you will ever be. I'm not afraid to fail or afraid of get hurt. I will put every inch of my body on the line and I will prove why I am here. Because if I don't beat you, I may as well never wrestle again. I am here to prove a point to every single one of you. I chase my dreams and I achieve them, there is no losing for me.
When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you'll be successful. If you don't want to be successful as much as you want to party or get high or sleep then you will never be successful because if you go to sleep, you might miss the opportunity to be successful. That's how bad you gotta want it! You've got to make a sacrifice, whether you don't sleep for three days, a week it doesn't matter because you gotta find strength, you've got to be something. You need to prove it, you need to want it bad enough! That's why I'm here!
I'm here to show you all how winning is done!"
[[OOC: Used the time to fix some of the larger errors. There may still be mistakes but I do not have time to read it fully due to being up for work in the next 10 hours. All the best to everyone and of course the best of luck to Triana. Lets get this PPV smashed!]]
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