Post by steppinoff on Oct 30, 2023 5:54:13 GMT
Virginia is seated behind her desk as is usually the case. However this time she is facing head on towards the camera with her nails clicking off the desk as she drums them to a steady rhythm,
“Once again, I am booked in a clusterfuck match, An over packed madhouse where someone has to be more lucky than actually skilled to get a win. Fine. That’s great. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Her fist slams into the desk as she punches down on it, ignoring the damage that comes from punching a mahogany desk as blood wells up on her knuckles.
“It’s fine. Of course it is. It’s not like no one else in this match has the second longest title run in this company. It’s not like this company no longer has any faith in me as a main eventer. Let me fight a six person clusterfuck match for a chance at the spotlight again. But let’s break it down.”
She runs a hand over her face, her knuckles smearing some blood over her cheeks.
“Let’s talk about Carolina to start. JJ’s little dumb shit cheerleader who has never gotten even a hope of ever beating me. Somehow this bitch was the one to end Shelly’s reign. I can only hope that Shelly was just worn out from her various wars between me and Angel’s side piece. But she sat at the top of our sport for a minute so I guess she should get some love. Even though she couldn’t beat me ever.”
Virginia lifts her shoulders before lifting her legs up so she could sprawl across her chair.
“Then we got Charlotte. She sold herself out for a taste of glory in the minor leagues of Japan. But I always give credit where it's due. That bouncy bitch got a win over me, which is more than anyone else could ever dream of. She punched her ticket into a list of only two other people that have a singles win over me. I got issues with you girl, but you did what most haven’t so I got no choice but to acknowledge your skill.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“So easy money first. Dawn Warren? You are a fucking joke. Come and talk to me when you are ready to actually try and be a top competitor. The only reason you are in this match is so they could make the beer joke of a six pack challenge. You don’t actually belong in this group. Come back when you are serious.”
Tossing her hair, Virginia shakes her head.
“Then we got Hijou. Another transplant who has a deeper opinion of herself then she has any fucking right to have. Have you held a title in this company? Have you broken records? No baby girl, you haven't. You are just another over confident, dumb bitch that has shown up and thinks more of herself then she has any right too. Understand this, I have trained in combat sports before I knew how to ride a bike. You are not on my level. Fuck, bitch, you aren’t on Caroline’s level and honestly me fighting her is basically stat padding. We aren’t on the same level. Check yourself.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“Finally we have Itami. Playing lapbitch to MOD. We all can see they are just using you, when will you figure it out? You are just another Japanese transplant coming here to make a name for yourself. I see your tape. I hear everyone talking about your striking ability. But do you think you can hang with me? I was a champion in MMA on my striking? My feet earned me gold for years before I ever showed up in the wrestling world. So no, I’m not impressed with your cookie cutter bullshit.”
She shifts position on her chair, throwing her legs up onto the desk.
“Honestly, this should be a one on one match. They decided to pad it by adding extra people. Mos of you don’t fucking belong in this ring. But that’s fine. I get to remind everyone who I am by kicking all your fucking teeth in. See you soon bitches.”
“Once again, I am booked in a clusterfuck match, An over packed madhouse where someone has to be more lucky than actually skilled to get a win. Fine. That’s great. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Her fist slams into the desk as she punches down on it, ignoring the damage that comes from punching a mahogany desk as blood wells up on her knuckles.
“It’s fine. Of course it is. It’s not like no one else in this match has the second longest title run in this company. It’s not like this company no longer has any faith in me as a main eventer. Let me fight a six person clusterfuck match for a chance at the spotlight again. But let’s break it down.”
She runs a hand over her face, her knuckles smearing some blood over her cheeks.
“Let’s talk about Carolina to start. JJ’s little dumb shit cheerleader who has never gotten even a hope of ever beating me. Somehow this bitch was the one to end Shelly’s reign. I can only hope that Shelly was just worn out from her various wars between me and Angel’s side piece. But she sat at the top of our sport for a minute so I guess she should get some love. Even though she couldn’t beat me ever.”
Virginia lifts her shoulders before lifting her legs up so she could sprawl across her chair.
“Then we got Charlotte. She sold herself out for a taste of glory in the minor leagues of Japan. But I always give credit where it's due. That bouncy bitch got a win over me, which is more than anyone else could ever dream of. She punched her ticket into a list of only two other people that have a singles win over me. I got issues with you girl, but you did what most haven’t so I got no choice but to acknowledge your skill.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“So easy money first. Dawn Warren? You are a fucking joke. Come and talk to me when you are ready to actually try and be a top competitor. The only reason you are in this match is so they could make the beer joke of a six pack challenge. You don’t actually belong in this group. Come back when you are serious.”
Tossing her hair, Virginia shakes her head.
“Then we got Hijou. Another transplant who has a deeper opinion of herself then she has any fucking right to have. Have you held a title in this company? Have you broken records? No baby girl, you haven't. You are just another over confident, dumb bitch that has shown up and thinks more of herself then she has any right too. Understand this, I have trained in combat sports before I knew how to ride a bike. You are not on my level. Fuck, bitch, you aren’t on Caroline’s level and honestly me fighting her is basically stat padding. We aren’t on the same level. Check yourself.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“Finally we have Itami. Playing lapbitch to MOD. We all can see they are just using you, when will you figure it out? You are just another Japanese transplant coming here to make a name for yourself. I see your tape. I hear everyone talking about your striking ability. But do you think you can hang with me? I was a champion in MMA on my striking? My feet earned me gold for years before I ever showed up in the wrestling world. So no, I’m not impressed with your cookie cutter bullshit.”
She shifts position on her chair, throwing her legs up onto the desk.
“Honestly, this should be a one on one match. They decided to pad it by adding extra people. Mos of you don’t fucking belong in this ring. But that’s fine. I get to remind everyone who I am by kicking all your fucking teeth in. See you soon bitches.”
Well howdy there pardner.