Post by Gabriela Luna on Feb 26, 2018 5:58:41 GMT
Have you ever felt lost?
I don't just mean "need to check your phone" lost. I mean...lost. Completely without anchor. Because that's how I'm feeling right now. Kite in a hurricane.
This was supposed to be something glorious. I come home, to Mexico, and I can't buy a win to save my life. I can't bring myself to victory in front of the people that made me who I am today. That sort of thing eats a hole in your chest. It pulls all those skeletons out of my closet and makes them dance, flipping me the fuckin' bird the entire time. Pisses me off some.
And I know I'm an afterthought in this match for all y'all. No matter who you are, no matter how much you might like me as a person or dislike me, y'don't see me as a threat. That's your problem, not mine. If you wanna underestimate me, go on ahead. That's what everyone always does. They underrate me, they underestimate me. I got here on my fuckin' own, and I'll keep fuckin' going on my own if that's what it takes.
Friends ain't ever got me shit. I never had anyone singing my praises. I claw and scratch for every bloody fucking inch I get. And I will claw through each and every one of you to get my fucking due. Why stop now? It's the habit of a fucking lifetime, and it's worked so far.
Astrid Hall. You're big, you're bad, you're nasty, I get it. Like, part of me wishes I knew you better. You seem like you've kind of got your shit together. You've won a title, which is more than I can fuckin' say for myself, so points. But...I've been looking up at people like you my entire life. I've seen people your size get signed sight un-fucking-seen. The same schools that threw me out on my ass and said "stop dreaming" would have snapped you up in an instant. Doesn't matter how hard I worked, doesn't matter how high I flew, I just didn't have the look. You got the fuckin' look. You got the talent. You got the strength. And you worked your ass off to get here. Any hate I got...it ain't your fault, but I'm sure as shit gonna use it.
But gettin' the wind knocked out by losing to Rayne, chica...it fucked you up. I know it did. And I gotta ask if your heart's in this, because if you ain't one hundred percent balls to the fuckin' wall here, you're gonna regret it. That ain't a threat, that's a warning. For your own good. Closest I get to fuckin' being compassionate. Take it where you can. Bring the fire, Astrid. I know you got it. I know you got the hustle to back up all those gifts whatever god you credit gave you. Bring the thunder. Bring the lightning. Be the fuckin' Valkyrie. Or your six-two ass is gonna be seeing Valhalla real soon.
Maxine, don't think I forgot about your titanic ass either. You and your pack of freaks, they laid me out. Chief bitch is out with a broken shoulder, so I gotta make do with the beta bitches. You in this to run interference for your girl Brooklyn? That what brought you to the dance? 'cause let me tell you something, puta, if you think you can keep me from gettin' la venganza I'm so desperately owed, you lost a whole lot more than some bones in your neck when Rowan broke that fucker.
Spite's a great motivator, Maxie. It makes people do incredible things. And I know I can run circles around you. Get in that ring with me, you pray you catch me, and I know you can't. I will pick you a-fucking-part, piece by piece, until all that's left is a pile of bones and a fuckin' gas mask. I'm gonna do to you worse than what you did to me. I don't believe in eye for an eye. Someone comes for my fuckin' eye, I come for their fuckin' throat. Only a matter of time, 'cause the only ways I stop is when I get what I want or they nail the coffin shut...and if you didn't know, it's a little hard to nail me in a coffin.
Ask Eternity.
Speaking of psycho bitches, Alexis Caffrey's here. You beat me. I ain't ashamed to admit it. You beat me, and now I gotta come from behind on the scores. I ain't afraid of you or anyone. That's the fuckin' secret. I don't fear anything. I've looked death in the eye, Alexis. I've looked the real rulers of this division in the face and I have spit in those faces. Rowan, Eternity...you ain't dick compared to them, I don't care if you got put in the Hall of Fame or not. I ain't backin' down. I still want my piece of your ass, and if I gotta beat every other woman in this match to get it? Bring it the FUCK on.
I don't have a problem with you talking shit. I talk shit all the time. It's what I do, it's what I live and breathe. I got a problem with this entitlement complex you got goin' on, where you act like you're owed the fuckin' world. I got a problem with you treating everyone else like fuckin' dirt. There are good fucking people in this company. Hard-working people, people who've busted their asses their entire lives to get here. People like Vivienne Rodgers, people like Astrid Hall—I fuckin' hate to say it, but here we are—they don't deserve your shit. So you talk all that shit, you had BEST expect to get. Fucking. Hit.
And then we got the Rainbow Raider herself, Pandora fuckin' Freeman. Still Freeman, right? Look, you do some shit that I don't get. You work your fuckin' magic, and your pussy apparently cures Spike Kane's evil. That must be the best fuckin' pussy in the history of the world. Is fucking you actually a religious experience? Because I've heard a lot of people say they'll make you scream for God, but not many people actually bring you to Him. I've got to admit, I'm a little impressed, and...well...how do I put this?
Is there a waiting list?
Now, I'm sure Brunnhilde is going to have something to say about that, and I might wake up to a psychotic Irishman locking me in the trunk of a car. But you know what? What's life without a couple of risks? I'd rather try it and say I tried than fuckin' live my life repressing everything. That'd just turn me into a Latina Fiona McFly, and that's something the world doesn't need. I don't need that, you don't need that, and...fuck. Now I feel dirty. Gonna have to take a fuckin' shower...
Point is. You four are standing between me and Bedazzled Beelzebub over there. I got a chance to be the Diamonds Champion in front of me. All y'all have been champions before. Best I got is coffin splinters in my back and a concussion. So y'all can want this, y'all can think this is due to you, y'all can throw yourselves in the line of fire as much as you fuckin' well want to...but none of you need this the way I do. None of you need this to light the spark that brings you from the ashes of every single fucking hardship you've endured in your lives.
My flame will rise again. Porque yo soy la fénix...y yo soy inmortal.
MÃrame.
I don't just mean "need to check your phone" lost. I mean...lost. Completely without anchor. Because that's how I'm feeling right now. Kite in a hurricane.
This was supposed to be something glorious. I come home, to Mexico, and I can't buy a win to save my life. I can't bring myself to victory in front of the people that made me who I am today. That sort of thing eats a hole in your chest. It pulls all those skeletons out of my closet and makes them dance, flipping me the fuckin' bird the entire time. Pisses me off some.
And I know I'm an afterthought in this match for all y'all. No matter who you are, no matter how much you might like me as a person or dislike me, y'don't see me as a threat. That's your problem, not mine. If you wanna underestimate me, go on ahead. That's what everyone always does. They underrate me, they underestimate me. I got here on my fuckin' own, and I'll keep fuckin' going on my own if that's what it takes.
Friends ain't ever got me shit. I never had anyone singing my praises. I claw and scratch for every bloody fucking inch I get. And I will claw through each and every one of you to get my fucking due. Why stop now? It's the habit of a fucking lifetime, and it's worked so far.
Astrid Hall. You're big, you're bad, you're nasty, I get it. Like, part of me wishes I knew you better. You seem like you've kind of got your shit together. You've won a title, which is more than I can fuckin' say for myself, so points. But...I've been looking up at people like you my entire life. I've seen people your size get signed sight un-fucking-seen. The same schools that threw me out on my ass and said "stop dreaming" would have snapped you up in an instant. Doesn't matter how hard I worked, doesn't matter how high I flew, I just didn't have the look. You got the fuckin' look. You got the talent. You got the strength. And you worked your ass off to get here. Any hate I got...it ain't your fault, but I'm sure as shit gonna use it.
But gettin' the wind knocked out by losing to Rayne, chica...it fucked you up. I know it did. And I gotta ask if your heart's in this, because if you ain't one hundred percent balls to the fuckin' wall here, you're gonna regret it. That ain't a threat, that's a warning. For your own good. Closest I get to fuckin' being compassionate. Take it where you can. Bring the fire, Astrid. I know you got it. I know you got the hustle to back up all those gifts whatever god you credit gave you. Bring the thunder. Bring the lightning. Be the fuckin' Valkyrie. Or your six-two ass is gonna be seeing Valhalla real soon.
Maxine, don't think I forgot about your titanic ass either. You and your pack of freaks, they laid me out. Chief bitch is out with a broken shoulder, so I gotta make do with the beta bitches. You in this to run interference for your girl Brooklyn? That what brought you to the dance? 'cause let me tell you something, puta, if you think you can keep me from gettin' la venganza I'm so desperately owed, you lost a whole lot more than some bones in your neck when Rowan broke that fucker.
Spite's a great motivator, Maxie. It makes people do incredible things. And I know I can run circles around you. Get in that ring with me, you pray you catch me, and I know you can't. I will pick you a-fucking-part, piece by piece, until all that's left is a pile of bones and a fuckin' gas mask. I'm gonna do to you worse than what you did to me. I don't believe in eye for an eye. Someone comes for my fuckin' eye, I come for their fuckin' throat. Only a matter of time, 'cause the only ways I stop is when I get what I want or they nail the coffin shut...and if you didn't know, it's a little hard to nail me in a coffin.
Ask Eternity.
Speaking of psycho bitches, Alexis Caffrey's here. You beat me. I ain't ashamed to admit it. You beat me, and now I gotta come from behind on the scores. I ain't afraid of you or anyone. That's the fuckin' secret. I don't fear anything. I've looked death in the eye, Alexis. I've looked the real rulers of this division in the face and I have spit in those faces. Rowan, Eternity...you ain't dick compared to them, I don't care if you got put in the Hall of Fame or not. I ain't backin' down. I still want my piece of your ass, and if I gotta beat every other woman in this match to get it? Bring it the FUCK on.
I don't have a problem with you talking shit. I talk shit all the time. It's what I do, it's what I live and breathe. I got a problem with this entitlement complex you got goin' on, where you act like you're owed the fuckin' world. I got a problem with you treating everyone else like fuckin' dirt. There are good fucking people in this company. Hard-working people, people who've busted their asses their entire lives to get here. People like Vivienne Rodgers, people like Astrid Hall—I fuckin' hate to say it, but here we are—they don't deserve your shit. So you talk all that shit, you had BEST expect to get. Fucking. Hit.
And then we got the Rainbow Raider herself, Pandora fuckin' Freeman. Still Freeman, right? Look, you do some shit that I don't get. You work your fuckin' magic, and your pussy apparently cures Spike Kane's evil. That must be the best fuckin' pussy in the history of the world. Is fucking you actually a religious experience? Because I've heard a lot of people say they'll make you scream for God, but not many people actually bring you to Him. I've got to admit, I'm a little impressed, and...well...how do I put this?
Is there a waiting list?
Now, I'm sure Brunnhilde is going to have something to say about that, and I might wake up to a psychotic Irishman locking me in the trunk of a car. But you know what? What's life without a couple of risks? I'd rather try it and say I tried than fuckin' live my life repressing everything. That'd just turn me into a Latina Fiona McFly, and that's something the world doesn't need. I don't need that, you don't need that, and...fuck. Now I feel dirty. Gonna have to take a fuckin' shower...
Point is. You four are standing between me and Bedazzled Beelzebub over there. I got a chance to be the Diamonds Champion in front of me. All y'all have been champions before. Best I got is coffin splinters in my back and a concussion. So y'all can want this, y'all can think this is due to you, y'all can throw yourselves in the line of fire as much as you fuckin' well want to...but none of you need this the way I do. None of you need this to light the spark that brings you from the ashes of every single fucking hardship you've endured in your lives.
My flame will rise again. Porque yo soy la fénix...y yo soy inmortal.
MÃrame.
Well howdy there pardner.