Post by Ana (Valentine) Jones on Feb 27, 2016 7:23:05 GMT -5
A fluke....?
Now that's fucking cute.... Someone of your caliber referring to our Championship reign as a fluke... and I presume that my ONLY loss in this entire company is somehow a shinning example of your capability.... But my countless victories and immediate Champion in this company is a fluke....
May I suggest in between lashings your purchase yourself a dictionary? Because honestly, there's little to no point me showing you up when you do such a stellar job of it already.... Kinda takes the fun out of it when I am beating an unarmed opponent in a battle of wits - I mean.... Isn't your whole deal supposed to be that you're MORE than just some wannabe slave girl with a leather fetish? Aren't you supposed to be the one who shows me up, Katie? Talking about how you proved me wrong.... Do you understand what you have done...?
By calling our victories and Championships a fluke, you are basically saying you achieved NOTHING in beating us; instead of engaging your brain and taking this as an opportunity to say, SEE, You SEE! My Mistress beat Ana Valentine, a distinguished Champion and until then, undefeated in LAW competitor, what a feat! What a marvel! What a demonstration of her talent and ruthlessness! .... You belittled her victory, you brushed it away as nothing.... After all, who could be proud of beating a fluke?
Apparently, Katie, You can - which really says more about your own self worth than I ever could.
Which brings me to my next point, after you purchase and Read that Dictionary.... Hows about you mosey on over to the Doctor and shock the shit out of him when instead of being there for some extraction or another; you ask him for a hearing test, because apparently Bitch, you can't fucking hear straight!
You're not a disgrace because 'ew whores' as a matter of fact, I have all the respect in the world for whores, they know what they're good at and they make a pretty penny doing it - unlike you two fucking wannabes - they don't need to pretend to be interesting sexually to make bank.... For the first time in my LIFE I am in danger of being the piss-break match, because who in their right mind would pay to see even two seconds of your faked out, made up, wannabe bullshit domqueen routine?!
IF you were really dom and sub, if you actually had any fucking clue what that means beyond collars and whips; if you had respect and duty and after care and promoted the positive sides of such a beautifully and indepth kink like Sadism.... Then we wouldn't have a problem, but shock fucking horror, you two think the odd little kiss on the lips and smile is all you need to prove you're more than a bad fanfic brought to life....
I'd liken you to Dakota herself but the woman at least has an education, which apparently not a single one of your mashed up little group does.... Honestly, every little insight into your squaller of a hole is like looking at Jonestown.... Without the charm.
Yes Katie... I called you stupid and a Cult member.... Try to keep up sweetie, there's a lot of bullshit to cover where you're concerned.
But well.... Heaven forbid I be accused of being boring again, in between your neener neener response I am sure your Mistress will recite for you shortly before our match in some pathetic attempt to psych us out - So, I will leave you with this little thought before I move along; you might have lost your virginity at a frat party, you might have lost your inhibitions in a dungeon, you might even have lost your self along the way.... But honey, when I get my hands on you and do all the nasty violent little things I am capable of... I promise you....
It'll feel like the very first time.
Now that's fucking cute.... Someone of your caliber referring to our Championship reign as a fluke... and I presume that my ONLY loss in this entire company is somehow a shinning example of your capability.... But my countless victories and immediate Champion in this company is a fluke....
May I suggest in between lashings your purchase yourself a dictionary? Because honestly, there's little to no point me showing you up when you do such a stellar job of it already.... Kinda takes the fun out of it when I am beating an unarmed opponent in a battle of wits - I mean.... Isn't your whole deal supposed to be that you're MORE than just some wannabe slave girl with a leather fetish? Aren't you supposed to be the one who shows me up, Katie? Talking about how you proved me wrong.... Do you understand what you have done...?
By calling our victories and Championships a fluke, you are basically saying you achieved NOTHING in beating us; instead of engaging your brain and taking this as an opportunity to say, SEE, You SEE! My Mistress beat Ana Valentine, a distinguished Champion and until then, undefeated in LAW competitor, what a feat! What a marvel! What a demonstration of her talent and ruthlessness! .... You belittled her victory, you brushed it away as nothing.... After all, who could be proud of beating a fluke?
Apparently, Katie, You can - which really says more about your own self worth than I ever could.
Which brings me to my next point, after you purchase and Read that Dictionary.... Hows about you mosey on over to the Doctor and shock the shit out of him when instead of being there for some extraction or another; you ask him for a hearing test, because apparently Bitch, you can't fucking hear straight!
You're not a disgrace because 'ew whores' as a matter of fact, I have all the respect in the world for whores, they know what they're good at and they make a pretty penny doing it - unlike you two fucking wannabes - they don't need to pretend to be interesting sexually to make bank.... For the first time in my LIFE I am in danger of being the piss-break match, because who in their right mind would pay to see even two seconds of your faked out, made up, wannabe bullshit domqueen routine?!
IF you were really dom and sub, if you actually had any fucking clue what that means beyond collars and whips; if you had respect and duty and after care and promoted the positive sides of such a beautifully and indepth kink like Sadism.... Then we wouldn't have a problem, but shock fucking horror, you two think the odd little kiss on the lips and smile is all you need to prove you're more than a bad fanfic brought to life....
I'd liken you to Dakota herself but the woman at least has an education, which apparently not a single one of your mashed up little group does.... Honestly, every little insight into your squaller of a hole is like looking at Jonestown.... Without the charm.
Yes Katie... I called you stupid and a Cult member.... Try to keep up sweetie, there's a lot of bullshit to cover where you're concerned.
But well.... Heaven forbid I be accused of being boring again, in between your neener neener response I am sure your Mistress will recite for you shortly before our match in some pathetic attempt to psych us out - So, I will leave you with this little thought before I move along; you might have lost your virginity at a frat party, you might have lost your inhibitions in a dungeon, you might even have lost your self along the way.... But honey, when I get my hands on you and do all the nasty violent little things I am capable of... I promise you....
It'll feel like the very first time.
"No." I shake my head at Crystal with a laugh.
"NOooooo?" she pouts, making me laugh a little harder.
"No Godparents.... No God.... In this house.... Ever." I shake my head again, folding my arms over my chest.
"Dios Mio! You're really not going to Bapatize her?!" Crystal's jaw hangs open, as though she's catching flies, causing Amber to snort with laughter from the corner.
"She has a point.... I mean, why would you want some invisible dude in the sky to bless your baby?!" Amber pulls a bit of a grimace "Besides, don't you guys believe he's like... Always watching.... liiiittle Pervy if you ask me!"
Crystal turns red, her face like thunder for a moment I think she might actually launch across the room at Amber, who starts laughing to herself, getting the rise she was aiming for with little to no effort.
"Look, Crystal... I spent enough time around nuns to know that NO ONE is good, or pure.... Why would I want people who are mis-selling an entire faith washing their lies over my sweet, innocent babies head?" it's true and she can't argue, she wasn't the one basically raised by nuns who ruined her entire childhood and teenage years....
"I heard that some baby caught an STD from Baptism water...." Amber nods and this time Crystal really does bite, she's up in Amber's face, finger pointing with a growl.
"You are one more comment away from an ass kicking Richards!" Amber laughs and lifts a finger, twirling it in the air before tapping Crystal on the tip of her nose....
"Boop." Amber smirks as Crystal slaps her hand away and I can't help but strangle a giggle....
"Okay... Okay..... Look, there won't be a Baptism, Christening, Naming Ceremony or anything of the sort.... BUT...." I tilt my head to the side, batting my eyelashes slightly..."You can be Auntie Crys....."
Crystal opens her mouth to argue but then closes it, glaring back at Amber....
"Does SHE get to be an Auntie?" Crystal asks, jabbing her thumb in Amber's direction....
"Don't need to be, I am their chosen Guardian in case of... Well, you know...."
"WHAT?!?!?!?" Crystals head practically explodes as Amber laughs, skipping off out the room, ignoring the several angry curse words I mutter at her as she leaves.....
"She's joking right?!" Crystal rounds on me.... "Tell me she's joking!!"
"Well.... Uh......"
Here Kitty Kitty Kitty.....
Are you done purring platitudes at me yet? I mean, congrats, you're marginally smarter than your whipping chick; you know at least, that your victory has value ONLY because you beat me.... It matters only because it was a HUGE upset and - allow me to assure you - an upset that will only occur once;
See, whilst you think I am doomed to repeat History, I think you got lucky; in fact, I know - the only reason you managed to eek out a win, because of a technicality... Because I have been worked and ridden from day one - my first damn match here was all guts for the glory, unlike you, I wasn't simply passed around a few easy matches, no no - I have been made a Champion; I have MADE Myself a Champion.... I have defended this Championship over and over - I have taken on all comers...
I know you know what that's like - hammered from all angles, week in... Week out....
Sorry, I couldn't resist that one... But here's the thing - you're right, you have my attention, but probably not for the reasons you want to have it - you have my attention because you are the shit smear on my gleaming record, you are the one and only loss I have here and if that weren't bad enough, you made me tap - I can admit that, you made me give up - However, where you see that as weakness, I know it to be my strength, I know what my limit is and I sure as hell won't push it for any old match....
The titles weren't on the line, you weren't some big and might competitor I needed to prove a point about - you were, and still are - no one, a nothing match and that... You.... Are sure as hell not worth my career!
But this week, well now this week is for MY Championship, Amber and I,we aren't friends - we barely even like each other and do you know what that means? That means, that this week, the advantage is squarely in our corner because... Whilst I may not be willing to risk myself or my career just to beat you - I am MORE than willing to risk hers. Where you will want to jump in and save your sweet little strumpet - I won't give a fuck if you make Amber scream that she's your bitch and beg you for just one more...
And the feeling is definitely mutual.
People seem to think that the closer you are, the more you care for each other, the better team you will be... But then, as we all know; people are fucking stupid. Amber and I have been competing against each other for longer than you have even known what Wrestling is, we have traded insults and punches on a level you couldn't even reach in your wildest dreams - I know exactly what that pasty English Muffin is capable of and I have to say; I am glad to be on her side, and not on the receiving end of a very.... Very pissed off anti-Diva.
So you can talk all the circles you want, try and make it sound like you have any hope; like you have a single damn idea what you are doing and the lesser people in this company might just believe you, but me? I know better - I know that you are not even close to good enough to take these titles from us; I know that you don't even deserve to be in this match and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that this week - it will be you saying Please Mistress, may I have another...
Because after I strip you of the victory, after I demean you and make YOU my bitch, I will then take the only thing you have ever really had.... I will take you pseudo-Dominance and all the pathetic little claims you made, will be ground into the mat along with what little self respect you have left.
Are you done purring platitudes at me yet? I mean, congrats, you're marginally smarter than your whipping chick; you know at least, that your victory has value ONLY because you beat me.... It matters only because it was a HUGE upset and - allow me to assure you - an upset that will only occur once;
See, whilst you think I am doomed to repeat History, I think you got lucky; in fact, I know - the only reason you managed to eek out a win, because of a technicality... Because I have been worked and ridden from day one - my first damn match here was all guts for the glory, unlike you, I wasn't simply passed around a few easy matches, no no - I have been made a Champion; I have MADE Myself a Champion.... I have defended this Championship over and over - I have taken on all comers...
I know you know what that's like - hammered from all angles, week in... Week out....
Sorry, I couldn't resist that one... But here's the thing - you're right, you have my attention, but probably not for the reasons you want to have it - you have my attention because you are the shit smear on my gleaming record, you are the one and only loss I have here and if that weren't bad enough, you made me tap - I can admit that, you made me give up - However, where you see that as weakness, I know it to be my strength, I know what my limit is and I sure as hell won't push it for any old match....
The titles weren't on the line, you weren't some big and might competitor I needed to prove a point about - you were, and still are - no one, a nothing match and that... You.... Are sure as hell not worth my career!
But this week, well now this week is for MY Championship, Amber and I,we aren't friends - we barely even like each other and do you know what that means? That means, that this week, the advantage is squarely in our corner because... Whilst I may not be willing to risk myself or my career just to beat you - I am MORE than willing to risk hers. Where you will want to jump in and save your sweet little strumpet - I won't give a fuck if you make Amber scream that she's your bitch and beg you for just one more...
And the feeling is definitely mutual.
People seem to think that the closer you are, the more you care for each other, the better team you will be... But then, as we all know; people are fucking stupid. Amber and I have been competing against each other for longer than you have even known what Wrestling is, we have traded insults and punches on a level you couldn't even reach in your wildest dreams - I know exactly what that pasty English Muffin is capable of and I have to say; I am glad to be on her side, and not on the receiving end of a very.... Very pissed off anti-Diva.
So you can talk all the circles you want, try and make it sound like you have any hope; like you have a single damn idea what you are doing and the lesser people in this company might just believe you, but me? I know better - I know that you are not even close to good enough to take these titles from us; I know that you don't even deserve to be in this match and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that this week - it will be you saying Please Mistress, may I have another...
Because after I strip you of the victory, after I demean you and make YOU my bitch, I will then take the only thing you have ever really had.... I will take you pseudo-Dominance and all the pathetic little claims you made, will be ground into the mat along with what little self respect you have left.