Post by Violet Ripley on Sept 20, 2014 17:49:03 GMT -5
You know, its laughable the lengths that people go to just to put themselves on a pedestal. A self appointed one I might add.
It also seems that people, or rather the women, in LAW can get off automatically accusing anyone that earns they're place must be sleeping with someone. It's a god damn cop out is what it is. Instead of finding actual valid proof as to why I shouldn't win against a fossil like Sidney Grey, its easier to brush off documented truth with rumors.
Here's something. I was celibate for nearly six months before I met Matai. Nobody got a blow job, or a handy for what I have. There are hours of video footage showing my talent in a ring. Just because Sidney is butt hurt her career is going down the proverbial shitter she's gotta spin it around and give focus to someone else, in a negative way so that no one actually delves a little deeper into what Sidney is doing, or should I say NOT doing.
You hate me all because I won in a tournament where people got injured or DQ'd. It's madness. I can't be the only person here that thinks Sidney should be tested for dementia right?
If a woman's worth is measured on what she's achieved and how she's done it, I have very little to be ashamed of. Tell me something Sid, if you had been in my place, waiting in that ring for that last competitor only to be told she wasn't coming and right there being named the winner, I'd bet you any fucking money you'd be boasting about it every opportunity. Anybody would be.
You had your chance at winning gold love and you failed. I had a chance at gold too. I fought to deserve it and I am a champion. Just like when I go up against Doc and take that title too.
However... That in no way implies that I need titles, of any kind, to validate what I have. You're going to play off one loss like suddenly 1 loss in 6 career matches makes me a hack?
I get it. You feel the sting of new talent filling this organization and with every young, bright aspiring beauty that signs a contract means another stronger woman that could potentially end your career. It didn't matter who won the QotR, the result would have been the same. You made your intention clear that you were so jealous of the women in the tournament that you were going to take out whoever it was to try and instill dominance.
Like a bloody dog that humps another. But see this bitch wouldn't roll over. You hate that with all your tricks and cheap tactics you still don't get as much attention as I do.
You call me a rookie like that's an insult. Yeah so? The difference between me and the others here is that I showed my dominance the right way. By getting in that ring and showing the world the skill I have perfected. No one in their right mind would put any kind of value behind your words Sidney, since you've more than proven your worth with every false accusation, every sentence that is full of shit.
Its great that you call me a nerd. Thanks for admitting that I'm smarter than you. Not that any further proof was needed to show that.
Also, thanks for also showing how you condone child abuse. I expect protesters outside the arena, in fact I took the liberty of calling them myself and let them see how candidly you spoke about how being a bully is cool and punching an eight year old in the face is A-ok.
Brilliant plan of attack there. No wonder your daughter is ashamed of you. If you were my mother I'd divorce you.
You can't stand the fact that my stock is high and it won't take long before I'll be sharing accolades on the same level as people like you, only in half the amount of time.
I never cried about my past, and me bringing it up wasn't to garner sympathy. It was to be a role model for other girls that right now are in my same position. Giving them hope that they can stand up for themselves too and not let abuse ruin them. The way you phrased that was like you wished I'd been beaten into submission as a child because somehow that would change everything. Regardless of if I were in LAW or not, it still wouldn't be you with that distinction of Queen.
I figure out of all that garbage you spat out, only a few things actually made sense or were in fact true. So I'm not worried about my reputation Sid. Win or lose, my head will be held high.
Everybody loses sometimes. Its kinda inevitable. But if we're going to talk about losses, you can't say shit about my one when you've had countless losses in your entire 'fabulous' career that you brag about.
Fact of the matter is, even if you manage to cheat a win on Sunday, I'm not going to be any less of who I am. Everybody I face seems to think that losing is going to change my whole character. I was Evie Taylor when I first stepped into a ring, and I'll be Evie Taylor the moment I step out for the very last time. Get used to my face Sidney... Win or lose... not you, or anybody else for that matter, is going to come close to intimidating me out of that ring or out of LAW.
Winning against me one time doesn't automatically mean you're better than me overall, it means you've won one match and frankly everytime we've gotten to blows, I'm the one who has been the victor.
I don't give a shit if you have a trashy reality TV show. Anybody can do that with the right gimmick. I don't care that you got cast as a cadaver just past the opening credits of a movie that probably will go straight to video anyway. I don't care that once upon a time, you might have actually been good in a ring. Like you so painfully pointed out, we can't keep living in the past right? If you're going to tell me to stop whining about mine, then surely you should stop trying to use yours to resurrect some B-Lister recognition.
You should stop living in YOUR past Sidney. Stop trying to be relevant to a punch of people that are too busy playing shuffleboard to remember that you're actually managed to prolong your life with all the synthetic chemicals in your body. I mean god, I have to wonder how much of your weight is just because of how much crap you got injected into your lips. P.S. The 90's called, they want their fake over exaggerated pucker back.
I actually don't owe you or anyone else who doubts me anything. Honestly speaking... I'm happy with my direction. Wrestling is a love in my life but its not the love of my life. I take it seriously, but not to the point where I would be inconsolable over a loss. Unlike you, I'm not dwelling and repeating the same mistakes over and over.
News Flash Sid... I'll just get up and keep fighting.
::.September 5, 2004.::
I hit the dirt face first. I know my lip is split for sure when sand makes it sting like a bitch, but one thing I'd learned, a beating only got worse if you let them see you cry. I hadn't cried since I was eight years old. These little girls just weren't worth that.
"Get up bitch!" I don't move and I'm rewarded with another kick in the ribs. Nothing quite like a pointed shoe in your side.
"I said.... Get up! Fight like a man, sine you are one!!" Her and the other girls start laughing. I slowly rise to my feet, looking at the girls while wiping the blood away from my lip with the back of my hand. I was sporting military fatigues today, which had prompted this prissy prima donna's to attack me for no reason.
"You're a waste. Soooo glad you don't go to our school, beating you up would get so boring..." The group of three giggle amongst themselves and I'm fighting my inner nature not to go into berserker mode. I knew I could easily take all three of them with my strength. Something the instructors at R.C.M academy had been amazed at. They also tried to show me that strength wasn't just in the physical, but mental as well. It took a big person to withstand a blow to the mind.
I continue to look at them with their perfect hair and perfect lives while me, I was just some kid that Col. Tremblay had taken in.
One of the girls, a blonde with expressive brown eyes stops laughing, although she hadn't really been laughing at all.
"Like oh my god, this is totally a waste of my time. Come on, my Daddy will drive us to the mall instead." The two self-absorbed girls turn and start to walk away but the other one, the almost timid one takes a step forward.
"You live with the Tremblay's right?"
I nod. She seems almost as intimidated by my straight disciplined posture as she was from her dominate idiot friend. She gives a hint of a smile. "I'm sorry" She whispers.
"Marissa! Are you coming or not?" She slips a piece of paper into my hand. She then looks behind her, running in her flats to catch up. The two other girls continue to gossip but not Marissa, she looks behind her again to smile at me.
That moment was the starting of ten year friendship. A woman I stood up for at her wedding. Sometimes there are far more important things than fighting back. I could have fought those girls at their own game. I could have returned the blows and scathing words but instead I chose to stand tall and wait until they got what was coming to them.
Lisa, the other stooge? She ended up being divorced by a man that ended up cheating on her... With a man. Her reputation is so tarnished with spreading false rumors that no one believes a word she says. Nevaeh, the ring leader (and the stupidest names in the history of names I might add) yeah she's living on welfare with three baby daddies. None of which have anything to do with her.
Marissa, she stopped hanging out with them after that day in the park. Now she's a mom and a happily married woman. She became a massage therapist too.
Point of this story, what ultimately comes to you in the end is determined by the way you live your life. I never said I was perfect. I've done my share of nasty insults and just this last week, I attacked a dirty cheater from behind. Was it wrong? Probably. Do I regret it? Abso-fucking-lutely not. And not a damn soul in that building held it against me. Just like at LAW#14 no one is going hold it against me or have any sympathy for Sidney Grey when she stumbles out of the ring, broken.
I've tried to give use logic. I've tried forcing FACTS down your throat so much in fact you should have choked on them, still you choose to believe your own lies about who I am. I'm done with that BS. Haters are gunna hate no matter what I say so I'm going to continue to be a role model, continue to live as good a life as I can and continue to kick ass in a ring. And you can continue to be a trash sucking parasite. Eventually, it will all catch up to you.
Oh and Sidney...
It also seems that people, or rather the women, in LAW can get off automatically accusing anyone that earns they're place must be sleeping with someone. It's a god damn cop out is what it is. Instead of finding actual valid proof as to why I shouldn't win against a fossil like Sidney Grey, its easier to brush off documented truth with rumors.
Here's something. I was celibate for nearly six months before I met Matai. Nobody got a blow job, or a handy for what I have. There are hours of video footage showing my talent in a ring. Just because Sidney is butt hurt her career is going down the proverbial shitter she's gotta spin it around and give focus to someone else, in a negative way so that no one actually delves a little deeper into what Sidney is doing, or should I say NOT doing.
You hate me all because I won in a tournament where people got injured or DQ'd. It's madness. I can't be the only person here that thinks Sidney should be tested for dementia right?
If a woman's worth is measured on what she's achieved and how she's done it, I have very little to be ashamed of. Tell me something Sid, if you had been in my place, waiting in that ring for that last competitor only to be told she wasn't coming and right there being named the winner, I'd bet you any fucking money you'd be boasting about it every opportunity. Anybody would be.
You had your chance at winning gold love and you failed. I had a chance at gold too. I fought to deserve it and I am a champion. Just like when I go up against Doc and take that title too.
However... That in no way implies that I need titles, of any kind, to validate what I have. You're going to play off one loss like suddenly 1 loss in 6 career matches makes me a hack?
I get it. You feel the sting of new talent filling this organization and with every young, bright aspiring beauty that signs a contract means another stronger woman that could potentially end your career. It didn't matter who won the QotR, the result would have been the same. You made your intention clear that you were so jealous of the women in the tournament that you were going to take out whoever it was to try and instill dominance.
Like a bloody dog that humps another. But see this bitch wouldn't roll over. You hate that with all your tricks and cheap tactics you still don't get as much attention as I do.
You call me a rookie like that's an insult. Yeah so? The difference between me and the others here is that I showed my dominance the right way. By getting in that ring and showing the world the skill I have perfected. No one in their right mind would put any kind of value behind your words Sidney, since you've more than proven your worth with every false accusation, every sentence that is full of shit.
Its great that you call me a nerd. Thanks for admitting that I'm smarter than you. Not that any further proof was needed to show that.
Also, thanks for also showing how you condone child abuse. I expect protesters outside the arena, in fact I took the liberty of calling them myself and let them see how candidly you spoke about how being a bully is cool and punching an eight year old in the face is A-ok.
Brilliant plan of attack there. No wonder your daughter is ashamed of you. If you were my mother I'd divorce you.
You can't stand the fact that my stock is high and it won't take long before I'll be sharing accolades on the same level as people like you, only in half the amount of time.
I never cried about my past, and me bringing it up wasn't to garner sympathy. It was to be a role model for other girls that right now are in my same position. Giving them hope that they can stand up for themselves too and not let abuse ruin them. The way you phrased that was like you wished I'd been beaten into submission as a child because somehow that would change everything. Regardless of if I were in LAW or not, it still wouldn't be you with that distinction of Queen.
I figure out of all that garbage you spat out, only a few things actually made sense or were in fact true. So I'm not worried about my reputation Sid. Win or lose, my head will be held high.
Everybody loses sometimes. Its kinda inevitable. But if we're going to talk about losses, you can't say shit about my one when you've had countless losses in your entire 'fabulous' career that you brag about.
Fact of the matter is, even if you manage to cheat a win on Sunday, I'm not going to be any less of who I am. Everybody I face seems to think that losing is going to change my whole character. I was Evie Taylor when I first stepped into a ring, and I'll be Evie Taylor the moment I step out for the very last time. Get used to my face Sidney... Win or lose... not you, or anybody else for that matter, is going to come close to intimidating me out of that ring or out of LAW.
Winning against me one time doesn't automatically mean you're better than me overall, it means you've won one match and frankly everytime we've gotten to blows, I'm the one who has been the victor.
I don't give a shit if you have a trashy reality TV show. Anybody can do that with the right gimmick. I don't care that you got cast as a cadaver just past the opening credits of a movie that probably will go straight to video anyway. I don't care that once upon a time, you might have actually been good in a ring. Like you so painfully pointed out, we can't keep living in the past right? If you're going to tell me to stop whining about mine, then surely you should stop trying to use yours to resurrect some B-Lister recognition.
You should stop living in YOUR past Sidney. Stop trying to be relevant to a punch of people that are too busy playing shuffleboard to remember that you're actually managed to prolong your life with all the synthetic chemicals in your body. I mean god, I have to wonder how much of your weight is just because of how much crap you got injected into your lips. P.S. The 90's called, they want their fake over exaggerated pucker back.
I actually don't owe you or anyone else who doubts me anything. Honestly speaking... I'm happy with my direction. Wrestling is a love in my life but its not the love of my life. I take it seriously, but not to the point where I would be inconsolable over a loss. Unlike you, I'm not dwelling and repeating the same mistakes over and over.
News Flash Sid... I'll just get up and keep fighting.
::.September 5, 2004.::
I hit the dirt face first. I know my lip is split for sure when sand makes it sting like a bitch, but one thing I'd learned, a beating only got worse if you let them see you cry. I hadn't cried since I was eight years old. These little girls just weren't worth that.
"Get up bitch!" I don't move and I'm rewarded with another kick in the ribs. Nothing quite like a pointed shoe in your side.
"I said.... Get up! Fight like a man, sine you are one!!" Her and the other girls start laughing. I slowly rise to my feet, looking at the girls while wiping the blood away from my lip with the back of my hand. I was sporting military fatigues today, which had prompted this prissy prima donna's to attack me for no reason.
"You're a waste. Soooo glad you don't go to our school, beating you up would get so boring..." The group of three giggle amongst themselves and I'm fighting my inner nature not to go into berserker mode. I knew I could easily take all three of them with my strength. Something the instructors at R.C.M academy had been amazed at. They also tried to show me that strength wasn't just in the physical, but mental as well. It took a big person to withstand a blow to the mind.
I continue to look at them with their perfect hair and perfect lives while me, I was just some kid that Col. Tremblay had taken in.
One of the girls, a blonde with expressive brown eyes stops laughing, although she hadn't really been laughing at all.
"Like oh my god, this is totally a waste of my time. Come on, my Daddy will drive us to the mall instead." The two self-absorbed girls turn and start to walk away but the other one, the almost timid one takes a step forward.
"You live with the Tremblay's right?"
I nod. She seems almost as intimidated by my straight disciplined posture as she was from her dominate idiot friend. She gives a hint of a smile. "I'm sorry" She whispers.
"Marissa! Are you coming or not?" She slips a piece of paper into my hand. She then looks behind her, running in her flats to catch up. The two other girls continue to gossip but not Marissa, she looks behind her again to smile at me.
That moment was the starting of ten year friendship. A woman I stood up for at her wedding. Sometimes there are far more important things than fighting back. I could have fought those girls at their own game. I could have returned the blows and scathing words but instead I chose to stand tall and wait until they got what was coming to them.
Lisa, the other stooge? She ended up being divorced by a man that ended up cheating on her... With a man. Her reputation is so tarnished with spreading false rumors that no one believes a word she says. Nevaeh, the ring leader (and the stupidest names in the history of names I might add) yeah she's living on welfare with three baby daddies. None of which have anything to do with her.
Marissa, she stopped hanging out with them after that day in the park. Now she's a mom and a happily married woman. She became a massage therapist too.
Point of this story, what ultimately comes to you in the end is determined by the way you live your life. I never said I was perfect. I've done my share of nasty insults and just this last week, I attacked a dirty cheater from behind. Was it wrong? Probably. Do I regret it? Abso-fucking-lutely not. And not a damn soul in that building held it against me. Just like at LAW#14 no one is going hold it against me or have any sympathy for Sidney Grey when she stumbles out of the ring, broken.
I've tried to give use logic. I've tried forcing FACTS down your throat so much in fact you should have choked on them, still you choose to believe your own lies about who I am. I'm done with that BS. Haters are gunna hate no matter what I say so I'm going to continue to be a role model, continue to live as good a life as I can and continue to kick ass in a ring. And you can continue to be a trash sucking parasite. Eventually, it will all catch up to you.
Oh and Sidney...
Have a nice day!