Post by Samantha Tolson on Nov 19, 2016 22:19:01 GMT -5
OOC: This is all straight shoot just to make sure I get something posted. Things have been....crazy....lately.
"Disrespect, Kenzi? You feel disrespected?"
"See, and I've told you this about a hundred times, kiddo....respect is earned. It's earned through effort, and sacrifice, and how you conduct your business. Know why I have respect in this sport? Because I walk out to the ring every single night, and I put on a damned show to the best of my ability. If I lose cleanly, I'll stand up and say it. If I win, damn sure yes I'm gonna talk about that, but I'm going to do it with respect toward my prior opponent when at all possible."
"You don't have anyone's respect in this sport, Kenzi, because of how you carry yourself. You can't beat me on your own. Your actions at the last Double Shot carry so much more weight than your words on the subject it's beyond hilarity. In your newest promotional video, you even, finally, admit to what you did. Yet, what did I say about it? Did I call it illegal? No, I did not, nor will I ever....immoral as all hell, sure, but you stashing the Blonde Blubber Ball and The Wilting Flower inside a restroom, then getting me to follow you in there was completely within the scope of the rules."
"That's the difference between you and I. I can admit my faults. I can admit where I fucked up, where I was wrong, and it's exactly why, when I went to Megan Helms-King about my rematch clause, I laid out every single tiny detail for her. I wanted one of the acknowledged queens of deathmatches to sign off on what I had in mind."
"Now, you seem to think I've outsmarted myself with the designs of the Devil's Playground. Let me tell you exactly why I designed that match the way I did. Let me tell you exactly why I'm putting the love of my life inside a plexiglass box at ringside, why I had the top enclosed, and why I had both the Kentourage and the Pink Ladies barred from ringside as well."
"There has to be an end to this."
"Do you really think that I haven't thought of the pain I am going to feel? Are you so daft, so inwardly focused that you believe I haven't taken the time to realize just how badly I am going to hurt after this match? Do you not realize that I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that when this match is over, I'm going to be a bloody, beaten mess?"
"Yes, Kenzi, listen to what I just told you....I know you're going to beat me senseless inside that cage."
"I know what's coming. How could I not know what's coming, when I put all the wheels in motion to make this happen?"
"What I believe though, quite honestly, Kenzi, is that you have no clue what I'm going to do to you inside that locked steel prison. I don't think that you have taken one hot second and really put your mind to what's going to happen to you."
"I want you to take maybe even just fifteen seconds of your time, and for those fifteen seconds...because, let's face fact, it'd be the only fifteen seconds of that day you wouldn't be delusional....I want you to seriously think about what you've done over the past two months, the things you've said to me both backstage and publicly on social media, and ponder the fact that when that cage lowers, and the bell rings, you have someone standing across the ring from you, knowing she is going to get hurt, knowing she's going to bleed, but also knowing that all of that is a sacrifice she has to make to do to you the one thing that you need beyond anything else in your life."
"You, Kenzi Grey, need a good, old fashioned, behind-the-woodshed, come-to-Jesus ass kicking."
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, here. Something that I think, going forward, you need to realize, because you really need to understand fully my frame of mind going into that cage."
"This, Kenzi....this isn't even about the title anymore. The last payment's been made. I've received my reimbursement check from the board of directors, and the title is now the full and complete property of LAW."
"What this is all about is me, getting my chance to beat you within a fraction of an inch of your life, with no repercussions. Me, getting a chance to end all these months of frustration you've caused me, getting a chance to take a pound of flesh for every angry word, every argument, and every cold-shoulder night that I've had to endure with Ashley because of you."
"This is nothing more, at this point, than me, getting my hands on anything I can think of to hang from that ceiling to beat you with, to hit you with. Whatever my mind can come up with in those dark moments when I think about what I want to do to you inside that cage, that's what's going to hang from that roof. It may be coils of barbed wire. It may be a bag of tacks. It may be a shovel, an axe, hell, there might just even be a damn chainsaw hanging up there if I can figure out how to do it."
"Whatever it's going to take, Kenzi, to give you enough a beating where you stay the fuck away from the woman I want to marry and myself. Whatever it's going to take for you to realize that whenever I want to do it, I can and will beat you for whatever title you have. Whatever it's going to take for you to bleed profusely, for you to ache deep into your joints, for you to have to be carried out of that match on a stretcher."
"That's what I'm putting inside the Devil's Playground."
"So, Kenzi...keep that in mind. This is no longer about the Chaos Championship. That, to me, is now an afterthought, a consolation prize for ending your career if I can."
"No, this is all about destruction. This is all about pain, and how much of it I'm willing to take, just to inflict it upon you with double the fury."
"You might well beat me in that cage, Kenzi. I fully understand that, in effect, I might be playing right into your hands with this match."
"But it's all going to be worth it, because I'm going to turn you to a bleeding pile of human manure at Night of Glory. It's all going to be worth it, because when I'm done, you're going to understand that you have no place in my life or Ashley's life."
"It's all going to be worth it, because maybe....just maybe...."
"See, this is where it gets to be a hard pill to swallow. Because you DO have talent, Kenzi. You DO have skill, and when you need it, you DO have guts. You have everything you need to be a successful AND respected wrestler, but you've chosen to take as many shortcuts to get to the top as you humanly can. And that's why you don't get the respect you feel you deserve, because you flat out do NOT deserve an ounce of anyone's respect. You haven't done a damn thing to earn it, and deep down, when you have those very few moments of sanity, seriousness, and clarity....you fucking know it."
"So maybe, just maybe....when's all said and done, and we're lying in that infirmary in the backstage area, doctors around us both trying to repair the damage we've done to each other...trying to stitch up wounds, close up gashes, stop blood from spewing from God-only-knows how many places on us...."
"...maybe then, in those moments where you're barely alive enough to think, you will realize that you didn't need all of this turmoil, all of this distrust and deceit, all of the shortcuts and all of the pain and retribution that comes along with all of what you've done."
"Maybe you'll turn yourself around, and become the type of athlete that you want to be, and earn the kind of respect that you crave."
"I doubt it, frankly."
"But I suppose we'll see, won't we?"
"Disrespect, Kenzi? You feel disrespected?"
"See, and I've told you this about a hundred times, kiddo....respect is earned. It's earned through effort, and sacrifice, and how you conduct your business. Know why I have respect in this sport? Because I walk out to the ring every single night, and I put on a damned show to the best of my ability. If I lose cleanly, I'll stand up and say it. If I win, damn sure yes I'm gonna talk about that, but I'm going to do it with respect toward my prior opponent when at all possible."
"You don't have anyone's respect in this sport, Kenzi, because of how you carry yourself. You can't beat me on your own. Your actions at the last Double Shot carry so much more weight than your words on the subject it's beyond hilarity. In your newest promotional video, you even, finally, admit to what you did. Yet, what did I say about it? Did I call it illegal? No, I did not, nor will I ever....immoral as all hell, sure, but you stashing the Blonde Blubber Ball and The Wilting Flower inside a restroom, then getting me to follow you in there was completely within the scope of the rules."
"That's the difference between you and I. I can admit my faults. I can admit where I fucked up, where I was wrong, and it's exactly why, when I went to Megan Helms-King about my rematch clause, I laid out every single tiny detail for her. I wanted one of the acknowledged queens of deathmatches to sign off on what I had in mind."
"Now, you seem to think I've outsmarted myself with the designs of the Devil's Playground. Let me tell you exactly why I designed that match the way I did. Let me tell you exactly why I'm putting the love of my life inside a plexiglass box at ringside, why I had the top enclosed, and why I had both the Kentourage and the Pink Ladies barred from ringside as well."
"There has to be an end to this."
"Do you really think that I haven't thought of the pain I am going to feel? Are you so daft, so inwardly focused that you believe I haven't taken the time to realize just how badly I am going to hurt after this match? Do you not realize that I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that when this match is over, I'm going to be a bloody, beaten mess?"
"Yes, Kenzi, listen to what I just told you....I know you're going to beat me senseless inside that cage."
"I know what's coming. How could I not know what's coming, when I put all the wheels in motion to make this happen?"
"What I believe though, quite honestly, Kenzi, is that you have no clue what I'm going to do to you inside that locked steel prison. I don't think that you have taken one hot second and really put your mind to what's going to happen to you."
"I want you to take maybe even just fifteen seconds of your time, and for those fifteen seconds...because, let's face fact, it'd be the only fifteen seconds of that day you wouldn't be delusional....I want you to seriously think about what you've done over the past two months, the things you've said to me both backstage and publicly on social media, and ponder the fact that when that cage lowers, and the bell rings, you have someone standing across the ring from you, knowing she is going to get hurt, knowing she's going to bleed, but also knowing that all of that is a sacrifice she has to make to do to you the one thing that you need beyond anything else in your life."
"You, Kenzi Grey, need a good, old fashioned, behind-the-woodshed, come-to-Jesus ass kicking."
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, here. Something that I think, going forward, you need to realize, because you really need to understand fully my frame of mind going into that cage."
"This, Kenzi....this isn't even about the title anymore. The last payment's been made. I've received my reimbursement check from the board of directors, and the title is now the full and complete property of LAW."
"What this is all about is me, getting my chance to beat you within a fraction of an inch of your life, with no repercussions. Me, getting a chance to end all these months of frustration you've caused me, getting a chance to take a pound of flesh for every angry word, every argument, and every cold-shoulder night that I've had to endure with Ashley because of you."
"This is nothing more, at this point, than me, getting my hands on anything I can think of to hang from that ceiling to beat you with, to hit you with. Whatever my mind can come up with in those dark moments when I think about what I want to do to you inside that cage, that's what's going to hang from that roof. It may be coils of barbed wire. It may be a bag of tacks. It may be a shovel, an axe, hell, there might just even be a damn chainsaw hanging up there if I can figure out how to do it."
"Whatever it's going to take, Kenzi, to give you enough a beating where you stay the fuck away from the woman I want to marry and myself. Whatever it's going to take for you to realize that whenever I want to do it, I can and will beat you for whatever title you have. Whatever it's going to take for you to bleed profusely, for you to ache deep into your joints, for you to have to be carried out of that match on a stretcher."
"That's what I'm putting inside the Devil's Playground."
"So, Kenzi...keep that in mind. This is no longer about the Chaos Championship. That, to me, is now an afterthought, a consolation prize for ending your career if I can."
"No, this is all about destruction. This is all about pain, and how much of it I'm willing to take, just to inflict it upon you with double the fury."
"You might well beat me in that cage, Kenzi. I fully understand that, in effect, I might be playing right into your hands with this match."
"But it's all going to be worth it, because I'm going to turn you to a bleeding pile of human manure at Night of Glory. It's all going to be worth it, because when I'm done, you're going to understand that you have no place in my life or Ashley's life."
"It's all going to be worth it, because maybe....just maybe...."
"See, this is where it gets to be a hard pill to swallow. Because you DO have talent, Kenzi. You DO have skill, and when you need it, you DO have guts. You have everything you need to be a successful AND respected wrestler, but you've chosen to take as many shortcuts to get to the top as you humanly can. And that's why you don't get the respect you feel you deserve, because you flat out do NOT deserve an ounce of anyone's respect. You haven't done a damn thing to earn it, and deep down, when you have those very few moments of sanity, seriousness, and clarity....you fucking know it."
"So maybe, just maybe....when's all said and done, and we're lying in that infirmary in the backstage area, doctors around us both trying to repair the damage we've done to each other...trying to stitch up wounds, close up gashes, stop blood from spewing from God-only-knows how many places on us...."
"...maybe then, in those moments where you're barely alive enough to think, you will realize that you didn't need all of this turmoil, all of this distrust and deceit, all of the shortcuts and all of the pain and retribution that comes along with all of what you've done."
"Maybe you'll turn yourself around, and become the type of athlete that you want to be, and earn the kind of respect that you crave."
"I doubt it, frankly."
"But I suppose we'll see, won't we?"