Post by The Alpha Bitch on Dec 1, 2015 16:14:36 GMT
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What are you doing, Monroe?
Actually, nevermind. I know what you're doing. You're sitting here watching yourself pin Hellcat when you should be preparing for that title match you have in less than a week. You know, the one against two women half your age, one of whom is undefeated? Is this how you're planning to become Champion of Seishin? By sitting around watching videos from fucking years ago?!
You're a fucking disgrace, you know that?! This isn't who I wanted to be when I left the old trailer park and came out to Tokyo. I wanted to be a badass. The best wrestler in the world. Not some bitter old bitch who can't get over the fact that she's over the hill. Man, we used to live in the moment. Remember that? We did whatever the fuck we felt like. Fuck the consequences. We'd deal with those when they happened. The world was our bowl, and we were going to smoke it.
And now look at us. Barely in our thirties, and already thinking about the past. Already feeling like our best days are behind us, like we can't hack it anymore. We're fucking lame. We puff our chest and show our teeth and say we're the Alpha Bitch...but we don't mean it. Not anymore. When we became the only wrestler to ever hold the PWA Women's Championship twice...we meant it. When we tried to make GPW a thing...we meant it. But somewhere along the way...we lost it. We lost our fire, man. We sold out.
What's even worse is that you don't seem to care. If you cared, you would be out there pumping weights. Punching bags. Even fucking jogging. You sure as hell wouldn't be sitting at home feeling like shit and trying to remember when you used to give a fuck. You would be giving a fuck. But you can't, can you? Not anymore. Not after Canada. That Jones chick must have done a real number on you, 'cause she sucked the Alpha right out of the Bitch. I mean, look at you! Sitting here scared of some twelve-year-old pop star and a bitch who can talk trash! Yeah, they're good. So what? Back at PWA you'd be threatening to kick both their asses one-handed, and then doing it.
But now? Merlot's right. Now you're just weak. And I never wanted to be weak. I never wanted to be a fucking wimp. But that's what you are, Monroe. And frankly, you embarrass me. So I'll give you a choice: you can either get your ass up off that couch and go do what you had planned to do since all the way back before Canada...or you can wimp out, stay home, and forget me and you were ever the same person. Choice is yours, cupcake. What's it going to be?
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...Atta girl. I knew you'd come round.
Now let's go shoot on some bitches.
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