Post by Kenzi Grey on Nov 19, 2016 14:47:16 GMT -5
…I AM THE CHAOS CHAMPION…
In LAW, the Chaos Champion makes the rules…and yet, since I have been champion I have been at the mercy of challengers from outside the company, threats from a tyrannical General Manager, and now I am defending MY title in a match of my opponent’s choosing.
…an opponent who was once champion, whom I BEAT in a match of HER choosing…
I am walking into Night of Glory as the only champion who is viewed as the underdog. I am walking into the biggest show of the year with the odds stacked so heavily in the favor of my opponent that showing up is nothing more than a formality. All I have to do is just look up to see the buzzards circling…all bickering over who will face Sam Tolson after the pay-per-view for the Chaos Title.
…you can call it what you want…but at the end of the day, you should call it what it is…it’s a lack of respect…
I could go on a long rant about how the rest of the roster and even LAW itself has repeated overlooked me and my contributions. I could make the case that I have sacrificed for the company, time and time again…I have fought and bled for LAW, yet never once has LAW done as much for me. I could do all that, and I could shout from the highest mountains to the heavens above…but what would it gain me? What has any of this gained me? Not a damn thing…
I want to be appreciated…I want to be acknowledged…I want the respect that I’m due!
Some of you will laugh and say, ‘you’ve done nothing to earn it.’ If you believe that, it’s your right. It’s not true, but it’s your right. I have been a part of this company for well over a year and any success that LAW has achieved, I have directly contributed to, just like everyone else on the roster…and yet…how is it that I am still treated like an outsider? How is it that I am still treated as if none of my contributions and my very presence here doesn’t matter?!
…R-E-S-P-E-C-T…
That is what this is all about. Even more than titles, everyone in this business either wants it or demands it. It’s earned through loyalty and perseverance. It’s acquired through deeds and accomplishments. I have been a loyal member of the LAW roster and I have persevered through many wars. I have battled everyone that has been put in front of me, friend and foe alike…and I’ve been knocked on my ass more times than I care to count…but I have never stopped.
…have I not done more than my part to earn just a sliver of respect…?
Sam Tolson doesn’t think so. She’s already making plans to defend MY title against the likes of Kate Steele, Josie Wales, or Amirai Reilley. I am already an afterthought…not even the proverbial speed bump along the way. Maybe I shouldn’t even show up…there’s no one to notice or care…despite my best efforts.
…Oh, believe me…I tried…
When people don’t believe in you…you have to show them why they should. If Sam Tolson and the rest of LAW weren't going to give me respect, I thought I would go out and earn it. I thought that LAW 54 was my opportunity to go out there and show them all that I mattered…to show them all that I could be something more than they all thought they saw in me. They all thought that I was selfish...they all thought that I was weak...they all thought that I didn't put the needs of others before my own.
...I was going to be the FACE of LAW and I was going to show them all that I could be the leader that the company needed and deserved...
I was already defending my Chaos Title against a woman with a reputation that was worse than mines...an outsider who was looking to take what belonged to every other woman in the locker room...opportunity. I made myself the flag bearer and that alone should have been enough to get me respect...but I took it a step further. I reached out to a woman that was a former member of our roster, a woman that hated me, yet now needed help...
...Nicky Silver...
Nicky had been a former tag team champion in LAW and before that, she was a triple crown winner and a Hall of Famer in another organization. I had done a movie on her life story and how she had come back from a devastating neck injury that should have ended her career. It was an inspirational story and I had done one hell of a good job of telling it...but...Nicky didn't much care for it. She had been on the warpath against me all year and she was ready to make her return to the ring when she found out that she was sick...she had cancer.
...THIS WAS THE BREAK THAT I NEEDED...
What better way to show the masses that I was the bigger person...I was a leader! No one else on the roster cared about her fat ass! No one sent her words of encouragement, besides some skinny internet troll with a fat girl fetish! I stepped up and led by example! I stepped up to the plate and I raised money, I raised awareness, I even went and got myself and hundreds of other people to get on the National Donor Registry!
...I DID THIS, AND NO ONE ELSE...
I brought sick children to LAW 54 so they could be inspired by my compassion and my desire to help out the less fortunate in their time of need! I selflessly allowed that ungrateful asshole to carry my title while I defended in for LAW in front of the world!
...and yet...there is still no respect for me...?
I stand up for the company against an outsider in a match was a complete bloodbath...but nothing comes of it because the special referee ends it before I can put the stamp on it for all of LAW to see!
I stand up for a woman with cancer and go out of my way to show everyone how much I care...but nothing comes of it because that fat piece of shit decides that this is her time to make it all about herself and attack me...FOR NO REASON AT ALL!!!
...no respect...there is still no respect for me...?
Hey, if you don't believe me, you need only look at the opening package at the start of the show…
LIVE at the Coors Events Center, Boulder Colorado
{A black screen. After some time, We get the usual intro, then we get more LAW event highlights, and then Gabby Camacho, Mackenzie Roberts, The Naughty Girls, and Chacalita holding up their respective titles. We cut from that to a live wide shot of the audience as they cheer wildly as "Fighter" by Christina Aguilera playings We go to Troy and Duke, already sitting down.}
I AM THE FUCKING CHAOS CHAMPION OF LAW! I HAVE TAKEN MY TITLE TO RIVAL PROMOTIONS...I HAVE GONE TO LIVE EVENTS TO PROMOTE THIS COMPANY, AND YET...I cannot even been included on the opening credits of the show...
...R-E-S-P-E-C-T...respect...I am the poster child for the lack of it...
Before LAW 54, everything seemed so clear to me. The world and everything in it made perfect sense. I had finally reached my goal of being a champion in LAW, despite the fact that every General Manager there since Jenny Tuck had done everything in their power to stop me from getting here. I defeated one of the greatest champions in our sport today in Sam Tolson in order to take the Chaos Title. That, in and of itself should have gotten me respect…but it didn’t.
I knew that I wasn’t looked at as a good or viable champion…no one in LAW respected me or my accomplishments. I was the ‘bad girl’ of the company and that was just that! I could be content with that role…but is it so bad for me to want to be more? Is it so bad that I want to be respected and revered like Sam Tolson was? I thought that defeating her would put me in the conversation…but it didn’t. I fought the match of my life against her and there is no question that she is the superior wrestler, but on that night, I was the superior competitor in body and in mind. Still...that wasn't enough to get me respect.
When I look around LAW, there are few women who have accomplished what I have and defeated the athletes I have defeated. My name is on a very short list of people who are at the top here in LAW. Yet, despite that, not only am I not respected, but in fact I am constantly disrespected at every turn! Why can't I have the respect of my peers? Why can't I be looked at as a leader in the locker room? I have fought tooth and nail to get to the same place that someone like Amy Jo Smyth walked in the doors on day one and was pretty much handed by everyone on the roster.
...Am I jealous of Aims? Yeah...I'm really jealous of her...
Aims was looked at as top tier talent in LAW from the day she set foot in the door and no one has ever questioned it. She’s universally respected in the company and all without ever holding a title. I want that level of respect…I want to be treated like what I do inside the ring matters. I want to feel like I have real worth to LAW and I’m just not another warm body to be moved around on the card like a broken chess piece. Aims has this, but she takes it for granted. I would give anything to have what she has…and yet, I now know I will never come close.
...no one will give me a chance...no one will let me...
My relationship with Aims has always been an odd one. I love and respect her, but I honestly feel like I am nothing but a child to be spanked and or coddled. I had never cared about any of that until LAW 54. In fact, I was excited to show her just what I could do when I set my mind to it. Maybe I would grow up in her eyes…but in the end, I didn’t get the chance to. On the cusp of what might have been the night that Kenzi Grey finally grew up…I was sent to my room before I had a chance to show her or anyone else in LAW what I could be.
Yeah, I know that maybe some of the things I had done with Nicky Silver to raise awareness of her illness might have seemed a little self-serving. But…what did it matter if she was helped in the process? Who else was helping her? No one but ME! I stepped up to the plate to do that!
When MHK put a LAW championship up for grabs with someone who wasn’t even in LAW…I was ready to rise to the challenge! I didn’t bitch and moan about being put in a match against someone I didn’t know. I put on my big girl pants and I…AGAIN…stepped up to the plate to do what needed to be done!
We all saw how that ended...but I never in my wildest dreams ever thought that the woman I looked up to would be a part of it. Yeah...Nicky was an ungrateful piece of shit for attacking me and I should have known better than to expect her to thank me or give me a lick of respect for what I did for her...but what Aims did was even more unconscionable! She stopped my match...she stopped me from earning the respect of my opponent...she stopped me from earning the respect of the LAW locker room...she stopped me from earning the respect of the fans!
...why did she do this? She did it because she, just like the entire world will never have any respect for me...no matter how hard I try to earn it...
So I have to ask the question...what is there at Night of Glory for me? Sam Tolson has everything that she asked for...the only thing that is left is for me to just hand her over the title. LAW has already saved a bundle on leaving me out of the opening video package and Megan Helms-King is busy penciling in challengers for Sam's title.
I'm damaged goods after LAW 54...and no matter how hard I try to scratch and claw to be noticed...it will never happen now. I lost my fight for respect from everyone...now the only thing I have left to lose is this match...one that everyone has already inked me in as the loser...
...I can't win, I really need a fucking vacation...
Kona Beach
Hawaii
11 November 2016
I was so happy when Song invited me to Hawaii with her and Alana as they prepared for their SCW Tag Team Title match. I hadn't gotten to go with them last time, so I was really looking forward to spending time them this go around. While they trained and discussed match strategy, I excused myself and slipped away to the beach. The first mistake I made was taking my phone. The second mistake I made was looking at my timeline on Twitter just so I could get upset all over again with the bullshit that had happened at LAW 54 with Amy Jo Smyth cutting me off at the knees in front of the entire world.
Following her stoppage of my match with Amber Ryan, I had been royally pissed at her...almost as pissed as I was at Nicky Silver for dropping me after the match was ended, despite me going out of my way to help her! Both acts were the epitome of disrespect as far as I was concerned and I found any and all communication with either of them deeply upsetting.
As I sat under the thatch covered roof on the sandy beach, the day couldn't have been more pleasant, but I had a bee in my bonnet and that bee came in the form of Amy Jo Smyth on Twitter. I struggled to block her, I just didn't know how to activate that particular function, instead, I opted for telling her just what I thought of her and her actions...and how they had destroyed any chance that I would ever be taken seriously in this business ever again...
...she wasn't wrong...I had been every passive aggressive with her since LAW 54 ended. I was hurt and embarrassed for not getting to represent LAW in the way that I felt it needed to be represented. She didn't understand that...and what hurt me more was that she didn't understand how important that had been to me...
I know that Lucas hates me, he called me a whore in a LAW press release! MHK NEVER wanted me to win the Chaos Championship...
But I still love LAW and I still went out there to prove it to everyone! You stole that from me...and you won't even apologize!
...that REALLY FUCKING HURT! I get the sentiment, she cares about me...but was the stoppage REALLY only about me? Was I so piss poor in her eyes that I didn't even stand a snowball's chance in hell of winning or at least coming out in one piece at the end of it? This showed that Aims didn't respect me or my talent...because of this, no one in the locker room would ever respect me...
I was defending LAW while you were tossing back drinks with her. Maybe that is what I was missing? You weren't protecting me...
You were making sure I didn’t beat your buddy!
...did I really believe that? I don't know...I'd like to think not, but this was her opportunity to say that she was unbiased and the match hadn't been stopped because I wasn't good enough, but because she didn't want to see the two of us injure one another...
I was making sure she didn't kill you!
...and shot number two. Aims was 'making sure that SHE didn't kill ME' not that we didn't hurt or kill each other, just me. I don't understand how that cannot be any more of a slap to my face. The match was stopped because of her concern for me...and me alone. I will never have the respect of anyone in LAW so long as the entire world sees me as someone who's inferior...someone who needs to be protected...
Listen to me GOOD! That bitch cannot beat me…PERIOD! Whatever stupid fucking fantasy you have where she can, FORGET IT!
I fucking care about you, Kenzi!
I didn't say she could defeat you. But she could hurt you very badly. Do you want to win the LAW Title?
…honestly, after being coddled like that in such a high profile match, why would I EVER get a LAW Title match now? MHK didn’t want to give me a Chaos Title match after I beat Mackenzie Roberts…hands down the longest reigning title holder to date! Michelle Anxo told the world she would face me for the belt…but no match was ever signed. I wasn’t deemed worthy and their hand had to be forced by my manager after she got me a match with the Queen of the Ring. The thought that I would ever get a LAW Title match is laughable…after this, it is inconceivable…
Thanks to last Sunday...NO ONE DOES OR EVER WILL! Why don't you realize what you did? Why don't see what you just said?!
…I have never wanted to hurt Aims…but this wasn’t about her! This was my chance to show LAW and the rest of the world that I was someone who was deserving of being a champion…someone who could carry the load of being the top draw in the company. That chance was taken from me…and I was never going to recover from it. Amber would go on bed jumping from fed to fed, with no skin off her teeth, she came to LAW and battled their weak Chaos Champion, who couldn't even finish the match. Meanwhile, I would still be here with nothing but a bad taste in my mouth…
I care more about you, Kenzi. You're this beautiful being in her prime that needs someone to look out for her.
I wish I had someone to do that for me when I was younger. I want you to be great go on for a long time.
…of course, she would end it with that. How am I supposed to respond to that shit? Yeah…Aims cares about me, but at the same time, she has derailed any chance that I would ever be anyone to be taken seriously in LAW…I will never have the respect of anyone in this company...I can't even get it from the one woman that I idolize the most...the one who supposedly cares about me...
You know, I am glad that this week is over and that I can put all of this stuff with Aims and Nicky behind me...I don't ever have to see either of them again...they can live their lives and I can live mines...PERIOD!
Elders Private Plane
Departing New Jersey
12 November 2016
"They can live their lives and I can live mines...PERIOD!"
NOT!
Amy Jo Smyth was blowing my phone up while I was in Hawaii. I thought that she had finally realized what she had done to me, how she had crushed my spirit and my desire to compete...but it wasn't that. My attempt to be a good person to Nicky Silver didn't just end with her smashing my head into the concrete...but now I was getting kicked in the gut in the most unbelievable way imaginable. I have heard it said that sometimes fact is stranger than fiction...well...this shit fucking qualifies!
When I had gotten tested for being put on the National Donor Registry, I had never really thought about what would happen if I was ever found to be a match for someone. It had never crossed my mind that I might actually be called on to donate to someone. Yes...that was a stupid oversight on my part...but this...this went well beyond even that!
I sat on the plane holding the test results in my hand as Song laid her head on my shoulder and rubbed my back with her free hand in an attempt to console me. Though I had not shed a single tear, she knew me well enough to know that I was torn up inside over what I had just learned. I was not only a donor match for Nicky Silver, a woman I had grown to despise, but she was also more than likely related to me…closely related...a match that was so perfect that it could only come from a sibling.
I turned to her, confiding to her in a way I never had before, “I never knew who my father was Song…I never did. I always asked my mother about him, but she never told me. She always danced around it. She told me she didn’t know who it was or he had forced himself on her.” I chuckled, despite the sensitivity of the subject for Song. She closed her eyes for a second while taking a deep breath to get herself together. I knew that it wasn’t something she wanted to hear, but it was something I needed to talk about. “I know my mother, if anyone did any forcing, it was her! So I know for a fact that my dad…whomever he was, was more likely the victim than she was.”
Song said nothing to this, choosing to remain silent on that subject as she looked at me.
Her own personal experience with the subject had left very little room for humor for her. Instead, she kept her questions to the subject at hand. “Well, the one good thing here is that perhaps you do have a father now.”
I shook my head, “I don’t know what I have Song! I don’t know that man and it’s more likely than not that he had no idea that I existed! Now, out of the blue, he’s going to just open up to me as his brand new daughter?!”
Song pulled back and looked at me, “You’re not some stranger! You’re the girl who’s going to save his daughter’s life. I think that will be more than enough to bond over.”
I could barely look Song in the eye, “What if I don’t…” I felt terrible even asking the question, but it was what I felt.
Song frowned, “Don’t…don’t what?”
I stiffened as I sat up straighter and more defiant, “What if I don’t help Nicky.”
Song looks at me not sure what to say or do, "I think..." she pauses and I can tell that she wants me to help Nicky, but she doesn’t come right out and say it "Kenzi, think long and hard about what you are saying please." The look of concern on Song’s face bothers me, but I try my best to not let it sway me.
I couldn’t help but to feel like Song was pushing me to do something I didn’t want to do, and helping Nicky was something I absolutely didn’t want to do. I frowned, unable to hide my emotions on the subject. “What do you think is the ‘wrong choice’ Song? I mean, I bent over backwards for Nicky and I did more than anyone else! HELL! I was the ONLY one who even gave a damn, but did she thank me?” I rolled my eyes, still disgusted, “…she attacked me Song! She came out there after I did so much for her and she basically spit in my fucking face!” I got up, pacing back and forth, upset with the situation and even upset with myself. “I know I am going to catch heat for not helping…but answer this question for me…” I turned to Song, looking to make my case as I posted my hands on my hips, “…who in the hell are any of them to judge me when I was the only one that even tried to help her? Who can come down on me for being pissed off when none of them did or said a fucking thing?!” I felt bad about putting Song on the spot, but I needed her to understand how strongly I felt…especially if she was going to say that I needed to help Nicky.
"Do I look like I care about what others think?" Song says with a straight face. She put her head down, not wanting to think about this. "All I know is that if it was you in Nicky's shoes I would be pleading with her to do it for you. I would never want to lose you as I'm sure someone feels the same way about Nicky!" Song looks up at me, "I just ask that you think about it before just saying no Kenzi."
I reached out to her, bringing her in for a hug and holding her close to me. I loved the feel of her body next to mines, but this time my actions were purely selfish. I didn’t want to answer the question she had put to me. ‘If I were the one who was sick, she would beg Nicky to help me.’ That wasn’t the situation at all, however…I could say this, if I were sick and my enemy was the only one that could help me, I would NEVER ask Song to beg them for anything! I just would never do it.
The bottom line was that I was going to have to do a lot of soul searching before this was over and done. Right now, at this very moment, I had no plans of helping Nicky…and unless something drastic happened, I never fucking would!
Terranea Resort
Rancho Palos Verdes, CA
Later That Same Night…
It was good to get back to California, even though I no longer had a home there. Song had grown tired of living with me at my old girlfriend's place and she thought we needed a place of our own if we were going to make a go of things as a couple...
...even though, our relationship was not one that was out there for public consumption...
I had lived my life in the public eye for so long that it seemed second nature to do so. However, it also seemed that all of the relationships that I had also imploded under that same scrutiny. My relationship with Alex had bent and bent until it shattered under that weight. My relationship with Jami had be smeared all over social media in a deliberate attempt to embarrass and humiliate me. My relationships with Tina and Parker had been nothing but more fodder for everyone who was looking to toss stones in my general direction. I had decided that this thing with Song...it would be different. No one needed to know but the two of us...and in light of everything else that was going on my life at the moment, it was the last bit of added bullshit that I needed to worry about.
...I loved her and she loved me...period...point blank! No one else needed to give me respect so long as she did...no one else mattered...
I love distractions, and there is no better one than playing games on Twitter…and I especially love playing them with Song. Flirting with her and having her flirt back, only to have me rebuff her was quickly becoming a favorite past time for me. Like I said, our relationship is no one else's business, so why not have a little fun with it? On this particular night I was having a bit of fun with one of Song’s closest friends, Mel Goldman as the two of them were harassing Alex Yin…my ex-fiancée…
…for the record, to this day I have a hot and cold relationship with Alex; I do still care about her…we were together for the better part of a year and we were nearly married, but she hurt me in a way that I don’t think I have ever recovered from…or I ever will recover from. As much as I care about her, I will never forget what she did to me and as much as I care about her; I don’t ever think I can stop being pissed at her for very long…
When Mel turned the topic of conversation to me getting back together with Alex, I had to quickly respond to it…
…I laughed at how clever I was, even as I sent it and glanced over at Song, as she stared intently at her own phone. I wondered what she thought of my response…and whether she wondered if I still had real feelings for Alex. We had never talked about my break up before…I knew we would end up having that conversation sooner or later as things progressed between the two of us…
…and there Mel hits the root of the issue for me. Alex has always been the world’s biggest sweetheart and no one could ever deny it. Right up until things got rocky between us, I would have never thought of her as someone who was ‘loose in the caboose’ but she was…and it bothered me…it still does, and it bothers me that it STILL bothers me…
…I turn things quickly to Song, because she is my world now…I just don’t bother saying it to the public. It’s no one’s business who I’m with. Song and I have been together now for several weeks, and through ups and downs, never once have I had to go on line and defend myself or our relationship to anyone at all. This has been the most intense relationship of my life…and I don’t want to mess it up. Maybe this has been the problem all along…maybe that is the key…
…her response is intriguing to me and I glance at her, but she doesn’t look in my direction. Her face stays illuminated by the light of her phone and I wonder if she’s talking about us as a new couple…or something a lot deeper. I fire right back, hoping to clear things up…
Usually I am quick to shut down anything like that...leave no one wondering if Song and I are an item, but this time I leave it alone. I put down my phone and look at Song as she is still typing away with her friend, but I am much too distracted to continue. I put my phone away and crawl over next to her. I don't know if Song is talking about us taking our relationship to the next level or taking our relationship public.
...I want to tell the world who I'm with...but I can't discount that every time I have done that, my relationship has failed…
As I get close, I take in all of her. I can’t get enough of how lovely she is…she even smells lovely. “Sorry...listening to you talk about us like that got me thinking. I mean, what are you talking about? Do want to take this thing out into the public...or...are you taking about...something else?” I wait for a moment to see what she does.
She lowers her phone and looks at me, "Do I have to tell you everything? Shouldn't you just know?"
I take that as more of an invitation, “Well...yeah...” I take Song's phone and toss it aside and push her down on the couch. I straddle Song and kiss her very long and deep, letting my hands caress her. For the first time I can feel her rising up to meet me…then she stops, and I can tell that she's not ready.
Instead of flat out telling me 'no' she changes the subject, "I'm sorry Kenzi..."
I smile at her, "You have no reason to be sorry Song. I understand...and I'm okay with what we have. It's a good...no...it's a GREAT relationship! I couldn't ask for anything better." I lean in and kiss her on her forehead, then I lay beside her.
We stay that way for a while until she turns to me and asks, "Have you given any more thought to helping your sister?"
Those words seem foreign to me. I have called other girls in the business 'sister' but it had never been like this...an actual sister! I shake my head as I sit up, looking at her. "Don't call her that! I don't have a sister!"
Song sat up, putting her hand on my shoulder, "Kenzi, I just thought that you might consider..."
I am gripped by a panic that I can’t rightly put my finger on. I don’t want to mess things up between us…I don’t want to ruin things by getting upset and saying the wrong thing. I had made up my mind and I didn't want her to press me on it. I pull back, giving her a look that I hope says that this is a dead issue for me. "Song...I don't want to talk about this, OKAY?!" I hop down and trot off to take that promised cold shower, slamming the door.
Behind me, I hear Song call out; “Have fun in there, I'll be in the hot tub…all alone!!!” I hear the pad of her feet across the floor as she heads to the hot tub, as promised and then the water starts up.
I lean against the door…knowing that the invitation is right there for me…and I want nothing more than to go out there and become a prune with her in the bubbling water…but I don't want to talk about Nicky and I don't want to fight with her. I put my head against the door as I hold the knob, wanting to head out there to be with her, but knowing that she'll try to convince me to do something I don't want to do...and in the end, we'd fight. All I can do is whisper to myself, “...if I go in there...it's gonna be a problem…”
I stumble back as Song opens the door. She gives me a subtle smile, “Sorry Nutty Buddy, just grabbing a robe so I can wear it when I’m done.” I look at her and then quickly look away, pretending to tend to my icy cold shower. Song closes the door and heads back towards the hot tub. “I wish you would join me Nutty Buddy!!” she calls out.
I consider following Song, but thoughts of things going south or getting out of hand nag me and I decide against it. I turn my back to the door, leaning heavily against it. “I love you Babe...I'll see you when you're done...”
After a moment, Song replies in a deeply saddened voice. “Well okay then Kenzi…”
I sigh as I nearly throw open the door and run out there and dive headlong into the tub, but I don’t. Song means the world to me…and I have to do everything I can to protect what we have…even if it means avoiding things I know will lead to a fight. Right now, I have made up my mind about this whole situation with Nicky...sister or not...I'm not helping her! All I have done is sacrifice for everyone and it has never gotten me anywhere. LAW 54 was my last chance to be the person that everyone wanted me to be...but instead, they all spit in my face...so now, it's my turn to spit in theirs!
...I just hope that Song will forgive me for deciding to NOT to the right thing...
Sam Tolson…well, I guess you got this all figured out, don’t you? You have me all figured out, don’t you? Losing the LAW Chaos Title to me was a fluke…it was you getting stabbed in the back by Ashley Marie Chase. You didn’t lose to Kenzi Grey…you lost to the Kentourage and at Night of Glory…you’ll have me locked inside a cage…all to yourself. At ringside, you’ll have AMC locked in a box, just to make sure that she doesn’t do anything to keep you from your destiny…becoming a 3 time Chaos Champion. Hell! You’re already on Twitter making title matches with Kate Steele…
…that’s bold Sam…that shows your confidence and I like that; it’s going to make it that much sweeter when I beat you and all that confidence and bravado blows up in your goddamned face…
Respect…I don’t have yours…and I am okay with that. I don’t have anyone’s respect…and you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore! Why in the hell was it so important in the first fucking place anyway? Yeah, there was once a time when I would have be so happy to have you see me as an equal. There was once a time when I thought that you and I could be friends…and not only because of AMC…but at least for her sake. I see now that it was all bullshit from the start! You’re jealous of me…you’re jealous of the fact that your girlfriend and I share a bond that you can’t even comprehend!
Allow me to clear your mind here…AMC is my manager and my friend…PERIOD! I don’t want her any more than she wants me! Now…if you know something I don’t know, that’s between the two of you! As for me, the only relationship I am interested in is the one between me the Chaos Championship! Trust me Sam…after you and I have our little scrap at the prom, I’m going home with the grand prize and you are just going the fuck home!
…you’re probably wondering how I can be so confident after I already said that you were the better wrestler…
You are great in the ring Sam…out of a 100 wrestling matches you will beat the hell out of me in 99 of them. I have no problem with admitting that, but this is what you need to realize…you outsmarted yourself for Night of Glory…just like I outsmarted you when I took the title at Double Shot. You see, you and I aren’t have a wrestling match…we are having a fight were anything goes! I don’t need to know a leg lock from a master lock…I don’t need to know an arm bar from a candy bar…I don’t need to know a submission from a transmission!
…are you picking up what I am putting down…?
You played yourself Sam and you can thump your chest and strut around that cage all you want next Sunday, but remember that YOU are the one locked in there with me and all the wrestling holds in the world won’t save you when I knock your head clean off your shoulders with weapon that YOU put in my hands!
Thank you for giving my manager a front row seat to me beating you to within an inch of your life at Night of Glory! AMC is going to be there in that box that you demanded her to be in, and that is another blunder on your behalf. You think you are stopping her from getting involved, but you have only made it that much easier for me to beat you until my arms get tired…and then I’ll find a way to keep on beating you because I know you won’t quit…not on your own…but you will quit when you look outside that cage and you see AMC begging me to stop…begging you to quit…
…tell me Sam, who do you think will win in that scenario? Do you think I’ll just stop because she and I are such good friends that I’ll feel compelled to stop? Or do you think it will go differently…?
I’ll tell you how it’s going to go; Ashley is going to be screaming, begging, and crying when she sees that I have no intention on stopping the beating I am putting on you. You don’t respect me, so there’s nothing to stop me but one thing…and one thing only…you squinting through swollen, blackened eyes…with blood seeping into your vision was you realize that of you don’t stop…if you don’t give up…you will never see her again…you will never get to lay between those to beautiful arms or those two creamy thighs…it will be over…it will be finished!
…in the end…you’ll quit…because of respect...not because I earned yours and not because I took it, but because you see that I finally realize that I don't want or need it...
You’ll tap out…you’ll scream out…you’ll pass out; but either way I’ll be walking out…CHAOS FUCKING CHAMPION!
You’ve got 8 days to think about how badly you fucked up…I suggest you spend them wisely Tolson…I suggest you spend them VERY wisely!
See you at Night of Glory…for the last time BITCH!