Post by laceyroberts on Feb 25, 2015 22:32:40 GMT -6
Lacey Roberts woke up, and wasn't paying any attention to where she was. The whole room was rapidly spinning around, as she tried to slowly get up. She would stumble out of bed, landing face first on the floor.
Lacey: Oww, fuck.
That bump had allowed Lacey to momentarily get a clear vision of where she was at. She saw that there was a bathroom attached to the bedroom, and thus she got up, and proceeded to head there, grabbing her black tank top and shorts that were sprawled on the floor, and fumbled a bit as she got them on. When she did arrive at the toilet, she quickly got on her knees, and began to vomit, right in the toilet.
Lacey: Where...am...
Lacey never finished her line of thought, as she had once again began to throw up. Once she was finished, she got up, and flushed the toilet. She then began to look around for some aspirin. She opened p the mirror, and found some, but it was children's aspirin.
Lacey: The fuck?
Lacey sighed, putting it back. Her vision was far less spinning now, as she began to recognize where was was. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Lacey: Come in.
The bedroom door opened up, to reveal an eight year old girl, in her pajamas. She had walked over to Lacey, and made a disgusted noise.
Lacey: Oh...Hey Courtney.
Courtney: Hey autine Lacey. You alright?
Lacey: Yeah just...really sick.
Courtney: Did you have something bad to eat?
Lacey: Well...It was more like like something bad to drink. Alot of it.
Courtney: Drinking alcohol then?
Lacey: Yeah. Heh I forget something you are your siblings are aware of that stuff.
Courtney: Yeah. Well mom was same way a few minutes ago. She even asked me to bring this to you.
Courtney pulled out a small container that was labeled as Aspirin Extra strength. Lacey smiled, and took the bottle.
Lacey: Thanks kid.
Courtney: Can you please flush though? Last time you were drunk here, the bathroom stank.
Lacey smirked, and flushed the toilet, even though it already had been. She took a couple aspirin, and some water, and swallowed them.
Courtney: Why do you drink auntie?
Lacey: It's....fun.
Courtney: If you say so. Doesn't look fun.
Lacey: It's the cost of fun with alcohol.
Courtney rolled her eyes at that, as Lacey shook her head. Courtney then began to leave.
Lacey: Hey. Where you going?
Courtney: I'm gonna go watch some TV with Liberty.
Lacey: Please tell me you're not into the Disney stuff?
Courtney: Only if it's actually good. But no, usually we watch whatever.
Lacey: Good.
Courtney smiled, and left. Lacey then washed her face up, and then made her way downstairs. On her way down, she could smell one of the sweetest scents you could smell in the morning. Freshly brewed coffee. As she somewhat stumbled down, she saw Monica there, pouring a mug of coffee. When Lacey reached the bottom step,Monica walked over and handed her the coffee.
Lacey: Thanks Mon'.
Monica: Yeah no problem. What a night eh?
Lacey: I've had worse.
Monica: So have I.
Lacey: But it was still some birthday part for ya. So how old are you now...30?
Monica: Not quite. Still got a year to go.
Lacey: Ha! Can't put off becoming old eh?
Monica: Oh fuck off.
The two ladies shared a chuckle at that, as they drank their coffee down.
Monica: By the way, not sure if I told you this, but that was really impressive work you did on Mayhem.
Lacey: Really? Didn't feel like I put in TO much effort. But yeah, making the first champion of UWA fold like a little bitch is always fun.
Monica: I can imagine. But she went down after a German Suplex? Damn, that's gonna leave a mark on her.
Lacey: Yeah. One of a break I hope.
Monica: You think you broke her neck?
Lacey: Not sure, but I definitely stunned her. It will be sore for a while. But let's say I did break it. I wouldn't feel bad doing it. Saving UWA another fucken headache.
Monica: Really. Would have thought you'd like Aerynn, aside from her skipping a match a few weeks back.
Lacey: Well she's always been a fucken problem. From what I understood, she tends to try to play the victim.
Monica: Ah. Well I guess that makes sense. But what about your next match though?
Lacey looked into her mug, staring at the half empty container. She growled a bit, having been reminded of her next match.
Monica: Something wrong?
Lacey: Yes.
Monica: What is it?
Lacey: How the fuck am I supposed to feel, about having to face an unproven, untested, seemingly whiny little bitch, who apparently is a legit victim of crap? Or at least the twat would like us to believe.
Monica: Hmm...I'm not sure. How do you feel?
Lacey; Seriously Monica. You're asking me that? I'm pissed. Not because she's a victim and apparently will use her past to motivate her to become better, but...I'm defending my TV title against her, in her second match in UWA. She doesn't deserve it.
Monica: You're sounding hypocritical there Lacey.
Lacey shot a glare at Monica. Lacey then smirked, as she felt otherwise towards what Monica was talking about.
Lacey: Oh the fact I challenged the last champ by telling her the truth? And destroyed her? Yeah I'm not exactly seeing hypocrisy in that scene because I am the TV champion, and I deserve to remain being that way.
Monica: Perhaps. But maybe your opponent is actually good. Maybe your opponent...What's her name?
Lacey: Faith.
Monica: Faith. Maybe she might be deserving as well.
Lacey: Not a fucken chance, especially since I don't plan to let that god worshiping twat to walk away.
Monica: Wait...you said she was a god worshiper?
Lacey: Yeah. Or at least has a supposed savior from the life she had. You know, where she was essentially made into a cum dumpster.
Monica: Really now. Well then please...don't rough her up to much.
Lacey: Oh now you're trying to take the fucken fun out of it now eh? Not a chance!
Monica glared at Lacey, as she clutched her mug tightly. She thought about throwing her mug at Lacey but refrained from doing so.
Monica: Don't forget Lacey, I wasn't much better then her for a long time. Not until Leon showed up.
Lacey: Yeah. Point being what? You feel sympathy knowing what Faith it? Gimmie a fucken break. I don't care how she was treated, nor what she's doing to try to cope. She has to realize, this world ain't easy to live in, and you know it.
Monica: Yeah. And what makes her different then I was?
Lacey: Many things. One, you did it to support yourself.
Monica: Don't remind me.
Lacey: Just did sis. Two, when you got to your snapping point, you wanted to do something about it, and you did. You took care of that employer of yours that overworked you, and treated you like shit, with a bullet to the back of his head. I know, I remember seeing it.
Monica: That was like eight years ago, and you still remember that. I questioned Leon bringing you with, but...I see why now. You're right, I did kill the bastard.
Lacey: Yup. Faith here, just expects her woes to be washed away. Well I'm going to remind her, life don't work that way.
Monica: Damn. Wish you wouldn't go that far. What you gonna do though, give her to Vega?
Lacey: Naw. He would treat her with some respect and that would lead her to liking what she is, which is no fun. I think leaving her in a pile of blood, guts, and vomit will be enough. Though depending how if she tries to piss me off, I might just become her pimp, and make it far worse for her.
Monica sighed, and rubbed her temples, as Lacey smirked.
Monica: You're definitely Leon's sister.
Lacey: You've had doubts all these years Mon'? I'm hurt.
Monica: Oh bite me Lace!
Lacey: Don't tempt me Monica. You know you're so damn delicious.
Monica chuckled at that. She nodded, knowing that even after four kids, she still had a rockin' body.
Lacey: Fuck. Just talking about all this stuff has gotten me really amped up.
Monica: Got stuff to say about faith now that you want everyone to hear?
Lacey: Well...Yeah I do.
Monica: Alright. I'm sure Leon wouldn't mind if you used his camcorder for that. Just make sure he knows when he gets back.
Lacey: Sweet. Thanks.
Lacey then drank the last of her coffee, before she got up, and went downstairs. But before she did that, she went to the hall closet, which had her kutte hanging there. She took it, and put it on, before heading into the basement.
The basement itself was fairly spacious. It was pretty much a basement apartment, but with alot of skulls on shelves, and other macabre imagery. Lacey then found the room where Leon kept his camcorder set up. She entered, and checked if there was space available to record. She smiled when there was some. Lacey then looked around in the small desk there to see if there was an ashtray. There was one, and she took it out. She was now ready, to record.
Lacey: Well Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems that UWA is celebrating it's own birthday. I may not have been part of UWA for the full year it's been around, but I feel as if I've carved my name into being synonymous with UWA. Both with being a champion, and with being only the best. Last week on Mayhem, I cemented that fact when I nearly broke Aerynn Donnelly's neck with a German Suplex. The velocity in which I carried her from off her feet, over m, and onto her neck, was so fast,the impact of it is what caused me to pick up the victory. Though if she had somehow kicked out, I would have broken that bitch's neck for sure, as the Reaper's Scythe would not have missed a second time.
So I have to ask this. Why the fuck is it, that UWA's undisputed, greatest TV champion of all time, at least thus far, is going from having faced off and nearly crippling the first UWA world champion, to facing off against some lost girl who's clearly being manipulated by one of those bible thumpers?!
Lacey grunted at the thought of that, before she took out a pack of cigarettes from her kutte. She took one cigarette out, and her lighter, and lit up the cigarette, taking a couple puffs of it.
Lacey: I am far above some unproven, barely trained bitch who really is nothing more then a penny whore! Yeah she had defeated that army guy, but clearly he was thinking more about getting fucked then winning.
Second fucken match in, and Faith Robertson is going up against me. What makes this bitch so special that she gets an immediate title shot against me. Jeez if I'm to defend my title, make it somebody who's proven him or herself. I guarantee the match would be far more interesting if I went up against somebody like let's say...Tedman, or something like that.
But you want to know something. As pissed off as I am, this is also a golden opportunity for a few things. One, I get a chance to show I am exactly what I am, and that is the devil's little sister. Two, why I am the greatest UWA TV champion, past, preset, and future.
Lacey took another puff of her cigarette, and smirked. It is very clear that she would never get tired of being referred by those monkiers, no matter who said it.
Lacey: It's funny, how you basically exposed yourself on Mayhem. Showing the word this life of yours that has been haunting you. Why though? Why haven't you fought back? You had ample opportunities to, as I'm sure there was some sort of leverage you could have used, or a weapon, to escape.
Why didn't you though? Did your so called captors really break you that quickly? Made you so scared to do anything to defend yourself, that you were able to be quickly trained to be a cum dumpster? That's exactly what it looks like. And if you think i care about your feelings in that matter, or what you think, the answer is obvious. I fucken don't.
Why should I? Feeling sympathetic for people's problems and feelings has never been something I cared to do. Is it because I'm the Devil's little sister? Maybe, but I doubt that's all. See I knew, from an early age, that in order to succeed, you have to be just as smart, and you are strong. Two traits, which it seems Faith, you lack big time.
Your only goal, is to spread your message of God around, because you believe it was his divine intervention that allowed you to escape your old life. Well as long as I'm around, that message will never, ever, be listened to! You want to know why? Because God is the laziest, most sadistic son of a bitch that could possibly exist, if you truly believe he does.
Here's how I see it as. Those that worship him, they have to devote their entire existence to that. How is that rewarded? Their faith, no pun intended, is not answered. If it was, people would practically be immortal. There would be no poverty. There would be no wars, and ultimately, the life you have been living would not even exist.
Instead, nobody is rewarded for praying to your so called divine. War happens because the human race craves violence, and seeks any fucken means to cause it. As for you, well if you truly believe in God, then believe in what I'm about to say. God wanted your parents to die, and he wanted you, to become a whore!
Lacey now had a full blown evil smile plastered on her face, even as she took a long drag of her cigarette. She flicked off the ashes into the ashtray, but never broke her sinister look at the camera as she did so.
Lacey: But of course, if I'm going to talk about your misguided beliefs, then maybe I should hit the source. The mysterious shadow figure who planted those ideas in your head. Notice how he came to your aid when you were quite possibly at your weakest, eh? He whispered promises of redemption, and life, if you spread around a divine message. Once again Faith, you are being used for somebody else's purposes, and who's to say he won't turn you into his personal cum dumpster?
Lacey chuckled at that. Even though she was reminded that her sister-in-law was in a similar situation as Faith, it clearly hasn't changed what Lacey was planning to do. After a second, she sighed, before taking another drag of her cigarette.
Lacey: Deny my words all you want. Hell i bet your even thinking about how much of a hypocrite I am due to the fact I tell everyone to kneel before their goddess. I get that line of thinking. I really do. But see, this living goddess doesn't make false promises. It's either kneel, or die. Plain and simple. And everyone who refused to, I've shown them why they should. Matter of fact, the best example was on Mayhem, when I defeated the original UWA world champion, Aerynn Donnelly, with just a German Suplex. I was able to take a basic, but powerful move, and cause that wench to crumble beneath my might. The only time when somebody else has beaten her, is if they have a reason to. I didn't, other then just the sweet taste of victory. That simply proves I am on a different level then most.
So yeah, come at me with any ounce of fight you got. Considering that you've been used your entire life, you may only have an ounce of fight left in you. And as much as you might be a waste of my time, there is a chance you could make me think otherwise. But that will be likely after the match. Because Faith, as you can tell, I got zero sympathy for you, or your life. Matter of fact, you're just going to have to accept, that you're my bitch now!
Lacey: Oww, fuck.
That bump had allowed Lacey to momentarily get a clear vision of where she was at. She saw that there was a bathroom attached to the bedroom, and thus she got up, and proceeded to head there, grabbing her black tank top and shorts that were sprawled on the floor, and fumbled a bit as she got them on. When she did arrive at the toilet, she quickly got on her knees, and began to vomit, right in the toilet.
Lacey: Where...am...
Lacey never finished her line of thought, as she had once again began to throw up. Once she was finished, she got up, and flushed the toilet. She then began to look around for some aspirin. She opened p the mirror, and found some, but it was children's aspirin.
Lacey: The fuck?
Lacey sighed, putting it back. Her vision was far less spinning now, as she began to recognize where was was. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Lacey: Come in.
The bedroom door opened up, to reveal an eight year old girl, in her pajamas. She had walked over to Lacey, and made a disgusted noise.
Lacey: Oh...Hey Courtney.
Courtney: Hey autine Lacey. You alright?
Lacey: Yeah just...really sick.
Courtney: Did you have something bad to eat?
Lacey: Well...It was more like like something bad to drink. Alot of it.
Courtney: Drinking alcohol then?
Lacey: Yeah. Heh I forget something you are your siblings are aware of that stuff.
Courtney: Yeah. Well mom was same way a few minutes ago. She even asked me to bring this to you.
Courtney pulled out a small container that was labeled as Aspirin Extra strength. Lacey smiled, and took the bottle.
Lacey: Thanks kid.
Courtney: Can you please flush though? Last time you were drunk here, the bathroom stank.
Lacey smirked, and flushed the toilet, even though it already had been. She took a couple aspirin, and some water, and swallowed them.
Courtney: Why do you drink auntie?
Lacey: It's....fun.
Courtney: If you say so. Doesn't look fun.
Lacey: It's the cost of fun with alcohol.
Courtney rolled her eyes at that, as Lacey shook her head. Courtney then began to leave.
Lacey: Hey. Where you going?
Courtney: I'm gonna go watch some TV with Liberty.
Lacey: Please tell me you're not into the Disney stuff?
Courtney: Only if it's actually good. But no, usually we watch whatever.
Lacey: Good.
Courtney smiled, and left. Lacey then washed her face up, and then made her way downstairs. On her way down, she could smell one of the sweetest scents you could smell in the morning. Freshly brewed coffee. As she somewhat stumbled down, she saw Monica there, pouring a mug of coffee. When Lacey reached the bottom step,Monica walked over and handed her the coffee.
Lacey: Thanks Mon'.
Monica: Yeah no problem. What a night eh?
Lacey: I've had worse.
Monica: So have I.
Lacey: But it was still some birthday part for ya. So how old are you now...30?
Monica: Not quite. Still got a year to go.
Lacey: Ha! Can't put off becoming old eh?
Monica: Oh fuck off.
The two ladies shared a chuckle at that, as they drank their coffee down.
Monica: By the way, not sure if I told you this, but that was really impressive work you did on Mayhem.
Lacey: Really? Didn't feel like I put in TO much effort. But yeah, making the first champion of UWA fold like a little bitch is always fun.
Monica: I can imagine. But she went down after a German Suplex? Damn, that's gonna leave a mark on her.
Lacey: Yeah. One of a break I hope.
Monica: You think you broke her neck?
Lacey: Not sure, but I definitely stunned her. It will be sore for a while. But let's say I did break it. I wouldn't feel bad doing it. Saving UWA another fucken headache.
Monica: Really. Would have thought you'd like Aerynn, aside from her skipping a match a few weeks back.
Lacey: Well she's always been a fucken problem. From what I understood, she tends to try to play the victim.
Monica: Ah. Well I guess that makes sense. But what about your next match though?
Lacey looked into her mug, staring at the half empty container. She growled a bit, having been reminded of her next match.
Monica: Something wrong?
Lacey: Yes.
Monica: What is it?
Lacey: How the fuck am I supposed to feel, about having to face an unproven, untested, seemingly whiny little bitch, who apparently is a legit victim of crap? Or at least the twat would like us to believe.
Monica: Hmm...I'm not sure. How do you feel?
Lacey; Seriously Monica. You're asking me that? I'm pissed. Not because she's a victim and apparently will use her past to motivate her to become better, but...I'm defending my TV title against her, in her second match in UWA. She doesn't deserve it.
Monica: You're sounding hypocritical there Lacey.
Lacey shot a glare at Monica. Lacey then smirked, as she felt otherwise towards what Monica was talking about.
Lacey: Oh the fact I challenged the last champ by telling her the truth? And destroyed her? Yeah I'm not exactly seeing hypocrisy in that scene because I am the TV champion, and I deserve to remain being that way.
Monica: Perhaps. But maybe your opponent is actually good. Maybe your opponent...What's her name?
Lacey: Faith.
Monica: Faith. Maybe she might be deserving as well.
Lacey: Not a fucken chance, especially since I don't plan to let that god worshiping twat to walk away.
Monica: Wait...you said she was a god worshiper?
Lacey: Yeah. Or at least has a supposed savior from the life she had. You know, where she was essentially made into a cum dumpster.
Monica: Really now. Well then please...don't rough her up to much.
Lacey: Oh now you're trying to take the fucken fun out of it now eh? Not a chance!
Monica glared at Lacey, as she clutched her mug tightly. She thought about throwing her mug at Lacey but refrained from doing so.
Monica: Don't forget Lacey, I wasn't much better then her for a long time. Not until Leon showed up.
Lacey: Yeah. Point being what? You feel sympathy knowing what Faith it? Gimmie a fucken break. I don't care how she was treated, nor what she's doing to try to cope. She has to realize, this world ain't easy to live in, and you know it.
Monica: Yeah. And what makes her different then I was?
Lacey: Many things. One, you did it to support yourself.
Monica: Don't remind me.
Lacey: Just did sis. Two, when you got to your snapping point, you wanted to do something about it, and you did. You took care of that employer of yours that overworked you, and treated you like shit, with a bullet to the back of his head. I know, I remember seeing it.
Monica: That was like eight years ago, and you still remember that. I questioned Leon bringing you with, but...I see why now. You're right, I did kill the bastard.
Lacey: Yup. Faith here, just expects her woes to be washed away. Well I'm going to remind her, life don't work that way.
Monica: Damn. Wish you wouldn't go that far. What you gonna do though, give her to Vega?
Lacey: Naw. He would treat her with some respect and that would lead her to liking what she is, which is no fun. I think leaving her in a pile of blood, guts, and vomit will be enough. Though depending how if she tries to piss me off, I might just become her pimp, and make it far worse for her.
Monica sighed, and rubbed her temples, as Lacey smirked.
Monica: You're definitely Leon's sister.
Lacey: You've had doubts all these years Mon'? I'm hurt.
Monica: Oh bite me Lace!
Lacey: Don't tempt me Monica. You know you're so damn delicious.
Monica chuckled at that. She nodded, knowing that even after four kids, she still had a rockin' body.
Lacey: Fuck. Just talking about all this stuff has gotten me really amped up.
Monica: Got stuff to say about faith now that you want everyone to hear?
Lacey: Well...Yeah I do.
Monica: Alright. I'm sure Leon wouldn't mind if you used his camcorder for that. Just make sure he knows when he gets back.
Lacey: Sweet. Thanks.
Lacey then drank the last of her coffee, before she got up, and went downstairs. But before she did that, she went to the hall closet, which had her kutte hanging there. She took it, and put it on, before heading into the basement.
The basement itself was fairly spacious. It was pretty much a basement apartment, but with alot of skulls on shelves, and other macabre imagery. Lacey then found the room where Leon kept his camcorder set up. She entered, and checked if there was space available to record. She smiled when there was some. Lacey then looked around in the small desk there to see if there was an ashtray. There was one, and she took it out. She was now ready, to record.
Lacey: Well Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems that UWA is celebrating it's own birthday. I may not have been part of UWA for the full year it's been around, but I feel as if I've carved my name into being synonymous with UWA. Both with being a champion, and with being only the best. Last week on Mayhem, I cemented that fact when I nearly broke Aerynn Donnelly's neck with a German Suplex. The velocity in which I carried her from off her feet, over m, and onto her neck, was so fast,the impact of it is what caused me to pick up the victory. Though if she had somehow kicked out, I would have broken that bitch's neck for sure, as the Reaper's Scythe would not have missed a second time.
So I have to ask this. Why the fuck is it, that UWA's undisputed, greatest TV champion of all time, at least thus far, is going from having faced off and nearly crippling the first UWA world champion, to facing off against some lost girl who's clearly being manipulated by one of those bible thumpers?!
Lacey grunted at the thought of that, before she took out a pack of cigarettes from her kutte. She took one cigarette out, and her lighter, and lit up the cigarette, taking a couple puffs of it.
Lacey: I am far above some unproven, barely trained bitch who really is nothing more then a penny whore! Yeah she had defeated that army guy, but clearly he was thinking more about getting fucked then winning.
Second fucken match in, and Faith Robertson is going up against me. What makes this bitch so special that she gets an immediate title shot against me. Jeez if I'm to defend my title, make it somebody who's proven him or herself. I guarantee the match would be far more interesting if I went up against somebody like let's say...Tedman, or something like that.
But you want to know something. As pissed off as I am, this is also a golden opportunity for a few things. One, I get a chance to show I am exactly what I am, and that is the devil's little sister. Two, why I am the greatest UWA TV champion, past, preset, and future.
Lacey took another puff of her cigarette, and smirked. It is very clear that she would never get tired of being referred by those monkiers, no matter who said it.
Lacey: It's funny, how you basically exposed yourself on Mayhem. Showing the word this life of yours that has been haunting you. Why though? Why haven't you fought back? You had ample opportunities to, as I'm sure there was some sort of leverage you could have used, or a weapon, to escape.
Why didn't you though? Did your so called captors really break you that quickly? Made you so scared to do anything to defend yourself, that you were able to be quickly trained to be a cum dumpster? That's exactly what it looks like. And if you think i care about your feelings in that matter, or what you think, the answer is obvious. I fucken don't.
Why should I? Feeling sympathetic for people's problems and feelings has never been something I cared to do. Is it because I'm the Devil's little sister? Maybe, but I doubt that's all. See I knew, from an early age, that in order to succeed, you have to be just as smart, and you are strong. Two traits, which it seems Faith, you lack big time.
Your only goal, is to spread your message of God around, because you believe it was his divine intervention that allowed you to escape your old life. Well as long as I'm around, that message will never, ever, be listened to! You want to know why? Because God is the laziest, most sadistic son of a bitch that could possibly exist, if you truly believe he does.
Here's how I see it as. Those that worship him, they have to devote their entire existence to that. How is that rewarded? Their faith, no pun intended, is not answered. If it was, people would practically be immortal. There would be no poverty. There would be no wars, and ultimately, the life you have been living would not even exist.
Instead, nobody is rewarded for praying to your so called divine. War happens because the human race craves violence, and seeks any fucken means to cause it. As for you, well if you truly believe in God, then believe in what I'm about to say. God wanted your parents to die, and he wanted you, to become a whore!
Lacey now had a full blown evil smile plastered on her face, even as she took a long drag of her cigarette. She flicked off the ashes into the ashtray, but never broke her sinister look at the camera as she did so.
Lacey: But of course, if I'm going to talk about your misguided beliefs, then maybe I should hit the source. The mysterious shadow figure who planted those ideas in your head. Notice how he came to your aid when you were quite possibly at your weakest, eh? He whispered promises of redemption, and life, if you spread around a divine message. Once again Faith, you are being used for somebody else's purposes, and who's to say he won't turn you into his personal cum dumpster?
Lacey chuckled at that. Even though she was reminded that her sister-in-law was in a similar situation as Faith, it clearly hasn't changed what Lacey was planning to do. After a second, she sighed, before taking another drag of her cigarette.
Lacey: Deny my words all you want. Hell i bet your even thinking about how much of a hypocrite I am due to the fact I tell everyone to kneel before their goddess. I get that line of thinking. I really do. But see, this living goddess doesn't make false promises. It's either kneel, or die. Plain and simple. And everyone who refused to, I've shown them why they should. Matter of fact, the best example was on Mayhem, when I defeated the original UWA world champion, Aerynn Donnelly, with just a German Suplex. I was able to take a basic, but powerful move, and cause that wench to crumble beneath my might. The only time when somebody else has beaten her, is if they have a reason to. I didn't, other then just the sweet taste of victory. That simply proves I am on a different level then most.
So yeah, come at me with any ounce of fight you got. Considering that you've been used your entire life, you may only have an ounce of fight left in you. And as much as you might be a waste of my time, there is a chance you could make me think otherwise. But that will be likely after the match. Because Faith, as you can tell, I got zero sympathy for you, or your life. Matter of fact, you're just going to have to accept, that you're my bitch now!
