Post by Brooklyn on Jul 24, 2017 3:13:06 GMT
DIAMONDS FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
Winner earns a Diamonds Championship opportunity at Lineage
Rowan MacDumbass vs Hell-no Sawyer vs Paige Sara Garcia vs Brooklyn Madrox
The following is a transcript of the live podcast of Brooklyn Madrox as recorded on Saturday, July 22, 2017
"You know what? Fuck you ...
all of you.
Seriously, 'cause you know - there's only so much shit that I can sit here and listen to before I just want to explode.
Trust me, I've had ample opportunity to listen considering I haven't been getting a chance to actually say anything. I've got lots of pent up frustration just aching to get out and this week it looks like my wish has been granted. So buckle up bitches, 'cause it's about to go down.
Let's do this in a little reverse order considering I don't have a whole lot of beef with Helena and Sara. That said, doesn't mean Imma go easy on ya.
Sara, you don't know me from Adam - but then again, seems like we don't really know you anymore either. The forgotten sister according to the gossip backstage; funny how people have no trouble talking shit about you and your sis right in front of me - I guess it pays to be invisible. You know they hate her; hell, she's never really made it easy for herself to be liked. You? Well, you automatically get lumped in with her because, well, when you look like the Big Bad Bitch you catch the same shade she does.
I gotta say though, whether you've heard the shit people are saying or not it hasn't seemed to bother you. You've either got thick skin or deaf ears, but hopefully, I've got a few minutes of your undivided attention this week 'cause I got one question that I'm just dying to get answered.
How come you're okay playing second fiddle?
I mean, I'm an only child so I'm used to flying solo - but you just seem to always default to shadow mode when your sis is around. All I ever hear is 'Paige, Paige, Paige', but never, and I mean never do I hear your name.
I mean, I get why I'm invisible - but you can't sit there and tell me that you're okay with playing the role of 'My Sister's Keeper' through every title reign. Always the bridesmaid, but never a bride. I bet that bitch hasn't even asked you if you want a shot at the title.
But if you want to keep sitting in the shadows, living off the scraps of fame that your sister drops for you then that's cool ... I guess. I mean, at least you're consistent. With all my time sitting in the back I can't begin to tell which Helena is gonna show up this week.
Crazy just doesn't lend itself to consistency, does it?
The girl who looked like she had the world on a string right before it popped like a fucking balloon. What the hell happened to you, Helena? You and Pan were, like, the up-and-comers. You guys were going to be the girls to unseat Eternity and Paige; you guys were supposed to usher in some kind of new era or whatever but then you fucking lose a handful of matches and piss off?
Seriously? You gonna tell me that your fragile little psyche is so delicate that you can't handle a few setbacks? Bitch, I've been in fewer matches than anyone around and they were all fucking failures. I could have and probably should have, just asked for my release and walked away. I could have joined some indy company and done something more than I've done these past few months. But I didn't, I stuck with it and kept training behind the damn scenes. Each day filled with pithy little remarks from the other girls, but who's laughing now 'cause I've got a shot at a championship opportunity at Lineage.
'But, Brooklyn, you've still gotta get through the other three women' ... oh, don't worry I know exactly what I have to do. I've got to outthink the chick with an inferiority complex, outmaneuver the head case, and outlast the one with no grasp of reality.
Yeah, you know there's no way I'm forgetting about you Rowan!
Gonna just get this out of the way in case you've forgotten, but fuck off. You stand there with your post-apocalyptic goth shit goin' on and try and get in my head? Fuck if you have any clue what's goin' on in your own head, let alone mine. I'll break it down for you, and I'll be quick so you can still make it to whatever the KKKouncil has planned for you tonight.
You've done good, pig. You've had a hell of a great year since joining IWF; but on what planet do you expect me and everyone else to take you seriously? I mean, the mask ... the contacts ... the whole ... mess you've got going on over there. I'm sure that was cute in the 90's, but Jesus, it's two-thousand seventeen and you're still playing like some Resident Evil LARPer here.
Yeah, I'm nothing compared to you; yup, yup, yup - so how's it gonna look when this nobody walks out of Sacrifice with a championship shot while you cry into your Nuka Cola collectors mug. It's gonna be real sweet watching you fucking lose your dumb cunt mind over this.
Little Brooklyn, getting one over on the big bad, Rowan.
D'you think your 'boys' are gonna think 'bout that, Row? Think they're gonna wanna keep hitchin' their wagon to a chick who can't even pull the trigger on someone like me?
Frankly, I could give two squirts what they, or you, think at this point. I'm fucking done with all y'all, and come Lineage it's gonna be me walking down that ramp while you're at Kraft services gettin' some fucking nachos.
So blah, blah, blah, I'm scary and love to hear myself talk - oh, and who the fuck burns down a church? You fucking taped yourself committing arson you stupid bitch. Whatever, I said I'm done and I'm done. I'll see you bitches at Sacrifice so pretend I ended this with something motivating or with a witty catch phrase; or don't, 'cause I don't care ..."
all of you.
Seriously, 'cause you know - there's only so much shit that I can sit here and listen to before I just want to explode.
Trust me, I've had ample opportunity to listen considering I haven't been getting a chance to actually say anything. I've got lots of pent up frustration just aching to get out and this week it looks like my wish has been granted. So buckle up bitches, 'cause it's about to go down.
Let's do this in a little reverse order considering I don't have a whole lot of beef with Helena and Sara. That said, doesn't mean Imma go easy on ya.
Sara, you don't know me from Adam - but then again, seems like we don't really know you anymore either. The forgotten sister according to the gossip backstage; funny how people have no trouble talking shit about you and your sis right in front of me - I guess it pays to be invisible. You know they hate her; hell, she's never really made it easy for herself to be liked. You? Well, you automatically get lumped in with her because, well, when you look like the Big Bad Bitch you catch the same shade she does.
I gotta say though, whether you've heard the shit people are saying or not it hasn't seemed to bother you. You've either got thick skin or deaf ears, but hopefully, I've got a few minutes of your undivided attention this week 'cause I got one question that I'm just dying to get answered.
How come you're okay playing second fiddle?
I mean, I'm an only child so I'm used to flying solo - but you just seem to always default to shadow mode when your sis is around. All I ever hear is 'Paige, Paige, Paige', but never, and I mean never do I hear your name.
I mean, I get why I'm invisible - but you can't sit there and tell me that you're okay with playing the role of 'My Sister's Keeper' through every title reign. Always the bridesmaid, but never a bride. I bet that bitch hasn't even asked you if you want a shot at the title.
But if you want to keep sitting in the shadows, living off the scraps of fame that your sister drops for you then that's cool ... I guess. I mean, at least you're consistent. With all my time sitting in the back I can't begin to tell which Helena is gonna show up this week.
Crazy just doesn't lend itself to consistency, does it?
The girl who looked like she had the world on a string right before it popped like a fucking balloon. What the hell happened to you, Helena? You and Pan were, like, the up-and-comers. You guys were going to be the girls to unseat Eternity and Paige; you guys were supposed to usher in some kind of new era or whatever but then you fucking lose a handful of matches and piss off?
Seriously? You gonna tell me that your fragile little psyche is so delicate that you can't handle a few setbacks? Bitch, I've been in fewer matches than anyone around and they were all fucking failures. I could have and probably should have, just asked for my release and walked away. I could have joined some indy company and done something more than I've done these past few months. But I didn't, I stuck with it and kept training behind the damn scenes. Each day filled with pithy little remarks from the other girls, but who's laughing now 'cause I've got a shot at a championship opportunity at Lineage.
'But, Brooklyn, you've still gotta get through the other three women' ... oh, don't worry I know exactly what I have to do. I've got to outthink the chick with an inferiority complex, outmaneuver the head case, and outlast the one with no grasp of reality.
Yeah, you know there's no way I'm forgetting about you Rowan!
Gonna just get this out of the way in case you've forgotten, but fuck off. You stand there with your post-apocalyptic goth shit goin' on and try and get in my head? Fuck if you have any clue what's goin' on in your own head, let alone mine. I'll break it down for you, and I'll be quick so you can still make it to whatever the KKKouncil has planned for you tonight.
You've done good, pig. You've had a hell of a great year since joining IWF; but on what planet do you expect me and everyone else to take you seriously? I mean, the mask ... the contacts ... the whole ... mess you've got going on over there. I'm sure that was cute in the 90's, but Jesus, it's two-thousand seventeen and you're still playing like some Resident Evil LARPer here.
Yeah, I'm nothing compared to you; yup, yup, yup - so how's it gonna look when this nobody walks out of Sacrifice with a championship shot while you cry into your Nuka Cola collectors mug. It's gonna be real sweet watching you fucking lose your dumb cunt mind over this.
Little Brooklyn, getting one over on the big bad, Rowan.
D'you think your 'boys' are gonna think 'bout that, Row? Think they're gonna wanna keep hitchin' their wagon to a chick who can't even pull the trigger on someone like me?
Frankly, I could give two squirts what they, or you, think at this point. I'm fucking done with all y'all, and come Lineage it's gonna be me walking down that ramp while you're at Kraft services gettin' some fucking nachos.
So blah, blah, blah, I'm scary and love to hear myself talk - oh, and who the fuck burns down a church? You fucking taped yourself committing arson you stupid bitch. Whatever, I said I'm done and I'm done. I'll see you bitches at Sacrifice so pretend I ended this with something motivating or with a witty catch phrase; or don't, 'cause I don't care ..."
Well howdy there pardner.