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“There is only one day left, Bea Valentine screaming all in our ears like we’re deaf. It’s desperation, a flight or fight response to the things that have been said throughout this week. I understand that feeling; I genuinely do. Sometimes, when the lights shine on you, it can be too bright, and you lose focus. Nobody is immune to slipping up, not even Champions. I don’t think that is something you have learned yet in your career, so you weren’t as sharp as you wanted. Cause deep down, Bea, you weren’t taking this match as seriously as you should have been. But despite the words that have been exchanged, it’s truly ok. Because this, Bea, is a learning experience. That nobody is untouchable, no matter if you have a World Championship, no matter if you were inducted into a Hall of Fame, NOTHING is keeping you from losing to anybody. You have skipped your way through your competition, and you have had a career many men and women dream of having early here. So I understand why you’re so arrogant all the time. However, I am telling you now — what I have been telling you this entire time — that your doom is approaching soon, right before your eyes.”
“But before I get into dissecting your promo one final time before I take Gloria from you, I want to take the time to get serious. Cause while we mentioned stakes a lot in these back and forth, I want to get into the essence of what makes this match…very dire. It might be the most important match I have in my career. I'm confident enough to say EVER. See one thing Bea said in her video that stuck with me. It is how I mention her past so much, how I have dived deep into her career. But I haven’t been as critical as my own. At the same time, I make it no secret about my standing in EAW. Whether it be my losses or anything “incriminating,” for that matter. I haven’t gone deep into my thoughts on my career thus far. I mean, I’m a year in, trusted the process as they said, and I think I am due for a retrospective.”
“Like all stories, we start at the beginning, when I first got to America. After years of killing it outside of EAW, I could conquer America just as I had every other place I have been. It was in my blood; it was what I had been training my whole life to do. But when I got here, I was rocky, rusty, an embarrassment to the name I was supposed to uphold. As good as I thought I was, there were people in this company that was just better. So, I knew exactly what to do; I had to step up my game. What worked for me before clearly wasn't going to work for me now. So I trained, working myself to the bone for the Pain for Pride 24/7 Battle Royale.”
“The first ample opportunity I got in this company and despite my research, despite the training I put myself through. I could still not finish the job, losing just outside the Top 5. With that, I moved on to what would be my home this entire season: Showdown. A new season, a new show, and new opportunities arose for me. I made my presence known by beating anyone before me but ran into brick walls when facing people like Caroline. It always seemed like every step I took forward, something always wanted to push me back. But I couldn’t allow myself to be sent back; I could let people think I was some pushover who would allow me to stay down when I got knocked down. So, I pushed myself harder until, eventually, I found someone on the same path as myself. Somebody that I thought I could teach my ways and climb that mountain together, Nikki Kimura. We fought our hearts out as a team, trying our best to make it in a world that didn’t see us as people to be taken seriously. I thought that maybe, over time, we could grow together to be Tag Team Championships. But I realized, after winning Divide & Conquer for my team. That maybe I wasn’t cut out for this Tag Team life. That if I spend my time carrying someone else, I would be essentially be shackled to the same spot I have been trying to escape from.”
“So when I saw that Nikki Kimura wanted to challenge me, I saw that as my way out. If she wasn’t willing to grow and she wanted to try to defeat me in my homeland, then I would give her the fight that she so desired. That match with Nikki means much more than Bea or anyone could understand. It was my first step into who I would become now. It showed the world what I am willing to do to move on from this company. If that meant leaving Nikki in a pool of her blood in this ring, then I was willing to do that to ascend the mountain of UNW. That spotlight wouldn’t be taken from me by ANYONE. So, after what some would call a premature break up of the Cosmos Captains, I competed in the Specialist Chamber match. A moment you are very familiar with, Bea, where I saved you from losing to Nikki, and you fucked up my face. But from that match, I had been reborn into a competitor that very few could compete with. It started with Hikari defeating Madison and went on to face a former World Champion in a Tag Team match that Usagi sold. That woman was desperate for any spotlight that she could get. Had died, and the woman who now FORCES the spotlight onto her lives on, and it's the woman that you see today.”
“You talk about change, how I haven't grown, but one quick flash through my career, you’ll see your statement doesn’t line up.”
“This match is about taking myself from that woman who faded into the crowd, from the woman who was just good enough to get opportunities, to a woman who can call herself Champion. I’ll always give credit where it’s due, Bea; you were able to call yourself Champion very early on. You were smart enough to pick your spots and win that Championship. But this match, Bea, I don’t care how clever and intelligent you are, who you have in your corner, and what kind of plan you have to stop me. There is nothing I am not willing to do to you to walk out of that arena as the Specialist Championship. I’m stepping in looking for gold, and I’m coming out with it. This is my final metamorphosis, my one and maybe my only opportunity to bring my career to the heights I always wanted it to be. As desperate as you sound, Bea, as much as I know that you’re going to scratch and claw to make sure that the Championship doesn’t leave your hands. You don’t want it as much as I do; you don’t need that belt as much as I do, which is why I know in my HEART. You can’t fight at the level that I will be fighting at. You can deflect, you can hide from that fact, but there is nothing you can do to avoid it. I am on your end; I am the next Specialist Champion. If I can’t take that belt from you, Bea Valentine, nobody can.”
“But that's enough of a retrospective. If you don't know what this match means to me, what stakes I hold on my shoulders, you’re truly sleeping under a rock. This is a year in the making, a career that me and Bea Valentine had side by side…leading me to get that ONE chance to take that Championship home finally.”
“Now, on to a more traditional response, looking at what I would assume to be Bea’s final words as we approach her final days as Champion. Do you think it’s anything of substance? Do you think that knowing that there is a considerable chance she would lose her title, she would be able to pour her heart out to convince us that she is capable of retaining her title? No. Sorry if that answer is anti-climactic, but the answer is no. If anything, she continues to double down on points that still don’t make any sense and continue to grasp at straws. I still can’t blame her for doing so if my whole career was built off me comparing myself to low-hanging fruits and celebrating victories that I barely obtained. Then, I would also focus on how good my opponent's promotional promos are. Listen, I know I sound like a broken record. Because Bea Valentine doesn’t know how to handle it, she has to reach into her bin and pull out anything to make me seem unworthy.”
“What is Bea’s forced term of the day? That I am a “T-shirt” wrestler who only says cool things to them? Wasn’t that something you said, like, three promos ago? Didn’t I already explain to you what it meant? Are you a goldfish, perhaps? But again, this is what Bea does; she grasps at straws to keep herself on top of a situation she has little to no control of. Everything I say has meaning; every threat, every promise, has a purpose to them. Unlike you, I don’t just say shit to say it. I say it cause it MEANS something. This whole week, I have poured my heart out and have made people feel the stakes. I showed everyone what kind of opponent I was dealing with. Now just pulling out terms out of my ass but telling people the truth about you. But all you can do is circle, try to find any loose and redundant narrative, any healed scabs to pick at, anything you can use to do what? Make people laugh? Well, guess what, Bea, you’ve done it. You made me laugh, even though my face is completely straight — I am having a laughing fit right now. But it isn’t because your words hold any truth; they are just strings of desperate speech that have worked before on your other opponents. I am maybe getting in their heads and making them doubt themselves or, in some cases, just knocking them off their game. But it doesn’t work for me; I have stayed consistently on your ass since we started. I have been a step ahead of you since the week I have attacked you, and there is nothing you can say that will convince me that momentum favors you.”
“You’re done, finished. When we spoke, I wished that you would bring me something new, that you would bring that fire that convinced me that you are worthy of that belt. But I know now that you never had that in you. As I said at Road to Redemption, you’re just an aesthetic. Someone who looks good, but when it comes to fighting, when it comes to backing up those words, you can’t do it yourself. I have been telling you that you can’t do it yourself. When outside factors are taken out of your hands, you’re forced to fight your fight. You can’t do it. You say no matter what, a win is a win, but that isn’t true. Someone like Usain Bolt, who can consistently win without any boost or assistance, will always be the better winner than the man who needed that to cross the finish line if you can't be that winner without having it fall into your lap. Then what kind of winner are you? What kind of Champion are you?”
“No wonder you gave the Specialist Championship a different name; you're not a Specialist in anything. Yet you have deluded yourself into thinking that you will step into my ring. Beat me in a game I have grown and perfected. That's not how this dance is going to go.”
“Cause CURRENTLY, I’m the better woman. CURRENTLY, you are in a match that you can’t snake your way out of. You will have to show your true skills cause you have nothing in your pockets that will allow you to win. You’re going have to fight me, and you’re going have to dish out the punishment that I give to you. If you think that a win is a win, if you think that your cheap tactics and cowardice tendencies will help you out. Then you’re going to learn real fast that when you’re in the ring with me. No strategy works besides actively fighting me. Besides getting in that ring and being a WRESTLER. Fuck the promos, fuck the mud-slinging, can you be the competitor that you are supposed to be? Can you get into that ring with me, Grand Rampage, and keep up with me? Can you get into that ring and keep me down? As much as you have to say about my ability to talk, you have no response to how you will be able to walk into Grand Rampage and walk out Champion cause the truth is…you have no idea. Under that mask of confidence, you cannot know if this weekend will be your last time as Specialist Champion. You’ll never admit that, and I don’t care if you do. Cause by the end of the night, when the bell rings, you will be forced to leave my ring without Gloria. You’ll be forced to figure out what you’ll do after I take your Championship. Hopefully, your bag of Valerie Hellstorm jokes carries you to some other title cause it certainly isn’t going to allow you to walk out of there with the Specialist Championship.”
“I wish you good luck, Bea; I meant what I said before that I hope we meet again. Whether that be when you’re competing for other Champions, or you come back for MY Specialist Championship. You and you are intertwined forever, and I know that even after the wars we fought, it won’t be enough to break our paths apart. So hopefully, when I beat you. You learn from your mistakes and return as stronger as I thought you would be.”
“As for those that have supported me, hell, even those that hate my guts. Please look at me now…the last time I am seen without a Championship. The last time, I am viewed as unworthy to be a Champion. As the clock ticks to midnight, I will become the woman I was destined to be. I will be the woman that, for the past year, I have spilled blood, sweat, and tears to become. I reach the mountain top, climb that pole where the Specialist Championship hangs…and finally bask in that glory. I want you all to see it. I want you all to watch…”
“Watch as I take my throne…”
“…and rule my Kingdom.”
“But before I get into dissecting your promo one final time before I take Gloria from you, I want to take the time to get serious. Cause while we mentioned stakes a lot in these back and forth, I want to get into the essence of what makes this match…very dire. It might be the most important match I have in my career. I'm confident enough to say EVER. See one thing Bea said in her video that stuck with me. It is how I mention her past so much, how I have dived deep into her career. But I haven’t been as critical as my own. At the same time, I make it no secret about my standing in EAW. Whether it be my losses or anything “incriminating,” for that matter. I haven’t gone deep into my thoughts on my career thus far. I mean, I’m a year in, trusted the process as they said, and I think I am due for a retrospective.”
“Like all stories, we start at the beginning, when I first got to America. After years of killing it outside of EAW, I could conquer America just as I had every other place I have been. It was in my blood; it was what I had been training my whole life to do. But when I got here, I was rocky, rusty, an embarrassment to the name I was supposed to uphold. As good as I thought I was, there were people in this company that was just better. So, I knew exactly what to do; I had to step up my game. What worked for me before clearly wasn't going to work for me now. So I trained, working myself to the bone for the Pain for Pride 24/7 Battle Royale.”
“The first ample opportunity I got in this company and despite my research, despite the training I put myself through. I could still not finish the job, losing just outside the Top 5. With that, I moved on to what would be my home this entire season: Showdown. A new season, a new show, and new opportunities arose for me. I made my presence known by beating anyone before me but ran into brick walls when facing people like Caroline. It always seemed like every step I took forward, something always wanted to push me back. But I couldn’t allow myself to be sent back; I could let people think I was some pushover who would allow me to stay down when I got knocked down. So, I pushed myself harder until, eventually, I found someone on the same path as myself. Somebody that I thought I could teach my ways and climb that mountain together, Nikki Kimura. We fought our hearts out as a team, trying our best to make it in a world that didn’t see us as people to be taken seriously. I thought that maybe, over time, we could grow together to be Tag Team Championships. But I realized, after winning Divide & Conquer for my team. That maybe I wasn’t cut out for this Tag Team life. That if I spend my time carrying someone else, I would be essentially be shackled to the same spot I have been trying to escape from.”
“So when I saw that Nikki Kimura wanted to challenge me, I saw that as my way out. If she wasn’t willing to grow and she wanted to try to defeat me in my homeland, then I would give her the fight that she so desired. That match with Nikki means much more than Bea or anyone could understand. It was my first step into who I would become now. It showed the world what I am willing to do to move on from this company. If that meant leaving Nikki in a pool of her blood in this ring, then I was willing to do that to ascend the mountain of UNW. That spotlight wouldn’t be taken from me by ANYONE. So, after what some would call a premature break up of the Cosmos Captains, I competed in the Specialist Chamber match. A moment you are very familiar with, Bea, where I saved you from losing to Nikki, and you fucked up my face. But from that match, I had been reborn into a competitor that very few could compete with. It started with Hikari defeating Madison and went on to face a former World Champion in a Tag Team match that Usagi sold. That woman was desperate for any spotlight that she could get. Had died, and the woman who now FORCES the spotlight onto her lives on, and it's the woman that you see today.”
“You talk about change, how I haven't grown, but one quick flash through my career, you’ll see your statement doesn’t line up.”
“This match is about taking myself from that woman who faded into the crowd, from the woman who was just good enough to get opportunities, to a woman who can call herself Champion. I’ll always give credit where it’s due, Bea; you were able to call yourself Champion very early on. You were smart enough to pick your spots and win that Championship. But this match, Bea, I don’t care how clever and intelligent you are, who you have in your corner, and what kind of plan you have to stop me. There is nothing I am not willing to do to you to walk out of that arena as the Specialist Championship. I’m stepping in looking for gold, and I’m coming out with it. This is my final metamorphosis, my one and maybe my only opportunity to bring my career to the heights I always wanted it to be. As desperate as you sound, Bea, as much as I know that you’re going to scratch and claw to make sure that the Championship doesn’t leave your hands. You don’t want it as much as I do; you don’t need that belt as much as I do, which is why I know in my HEART. You can’t fight at the level that I will be fighting at. You can deflect, you can hide from that fact, but there is nothing you can do to avoid it. I am on your end; I am the next Specialist Champion. If I can’t take that belt from you, Bea Valentine, nobody can.”
“But that's enough of a retrospective. If you don't know what this match means to me, what stakes I hold on my shoulders, you’re truly sleeping under a rock. This is a year in the making, a career that me and Bea Valentine had side by side…leading me to get that ONE chance to take that Championship home finally.”
“Now, on to a more traditional response, looking at what I would assume to be Bea’s final words as we approach her final days as Champion. Do you think it’s anything of substance? Do you think that knowing that there is a considerable chance she would lose her title, she would be able to pour her heart out to convince us that she is capable of retaining her title? No. Sorry if that answer is anti-climactic, but the answer is no. If anything, she continues to double down on points that still don’t make any sense and continue to grasp at straws. I still can’t blame her for doing so if my whole career was built off me comparing myself to low-hanging fruits and celebrating victories that I barely obtained. Then, I would also focus on how good my opponent's promotional promos are. Listen, I know I sound like a broken record. Because Bea Valentine doesn’t know how to handle it, she has to reach into her bin and pull out anything to make me seem unworthy.”
“What is Bea’s forced term of the day? That I am a “T-shirt” wrestler who only says cool things to them? Wasn’t that something you said, like, three promos ago? Didn’t I already explain to you what it meant? Are you a goldfish, perhaps? But again, this is what Bea does; she grasps at straws to keep herself on top of a situation she has little to no control of. Everything I say has meaning; every threat, every promise, has a purpose to them. Unlike you, I don’t just say shit to say it. I say it cause it MEANS something. This whole week, I have poured my heart out and have made people feel the stakes. I showed everyone what kind of opponent I was dealing with. Now just pulling out terms out of my ass but telling people the truth about you. But all you can do is circle, try to find any loose and redundant narrative, any healed scabs to pick at, anything you can use to do what? Make people laugh? Well, guess what, Bea, you’ve done it. You made me laugh, even though my face is completely straight — I am having a laughing fit right now. But it isn’t because your words hold any truth; they are just strings of desperate speech that have worked before on your other opponents. I am maybe getting in their heads and making them doubt themselves or, in some cases, just knocking them off their game. But it doesn’t work for me; I have stayed consistently on your ass since we started. I have been a step ahead of you since the week I have attacked you, and there is nothing you can say that will convince me that momentum favors you.”
“You’re done, finished. When we spoke, I wished that you would bring me something new, that you would bring that fire that convinced me that you are worthy of that belt. But I know now that you never had that in you. As I said at Road to Redemption, you’re just an aesthetic. Someone who looks good, but when it comes to fighting, when it comes to backing up those words, you can’t do it yourself. I have been telling you that you can’t do it yourself. When outside factors are taken out of your hands, you’re forced to fight your fight. You can’t do it. You say no matter what, a win is a win, but that isn’t true. Someone like Usain Bolt, who can consistently win without any boost or assistance, will always be the better winner than the man who needed that to cross the finish line if you can't be that winner without having it fall into your lap. Then what kind of winner are you? What kind of Champion are you?”
“No wonder you gave the Specialist Championship a different name; you're not a Specialist in anything. Yet you have deluded yourself into thinking that you will step into my ring. Beat me in a game I have grown and perfected. That's not how this dance is going to go.”
“Cause CURRENTLY, I’m the better woman. CURRENTLY, you are in a match that you can’t snake your way out of. You will have to show your true skills cause you have nothing in your pockets that will allow you to win. You’re going have to fight me, and you’re going have to dish out the punishment that I give to you. If you think that a win is a win, if you think that your cheap tactics and cowardice tendencies will help you out. Then you’re going to learn real fast that when you’re in the ring with me. No strategy works besides actively fighting me. Besides getting in that ring and being a WRESTLER. Fuck the promos, fuck the mud-slinging, can you be the competitor that you are supposed to be? Can you get into that ring with me, Grand Rampage, and keep up with me? Can you get into that ring and keep me down? As much as you have to say about my ability to talk, you have no response to how you will be able to walk into Grand Rampage and walk out Champion cause the truth is…you have no idea. Under that mask of confidence, you cannot know if this weekend will be your last time as Specialist Champion. You’ll never admit that, and I don’t care if you do. Cause by the end of the night, when the bell rings, you will be forced to leave my ring without Gloria. You’ll be forced to figure out what you’ll do after I take your Championship. Hopefully, your bag of Valerie Hellstorm jokes carries you to some other title cause it certainly isn’t going to allow you to walk out of there with the Specialist Championship.”
“I wish you good luck, Bea; I meant what I said before that I hope we meet again. Whether that be when you’re competing for other Champions, or you come back for MY Specialist Championship. You and you are intertwined forever, and I know that even after the wars we fought, it won’t be enough to break our paths apart. So hopefully, when I beat you. You learn from your mistakes and return as stronger as I thought you would be.”
“As for those that have supported me, hell, even those that hate my guts. Please look at me now…the last time I am seen without a Championship. The last time, I am viewed as unworthy to be a Champion. As the clock ticks to midnight, I will become the woman I was destined to be. I will be the woman that, for the past year, I have spilled blood, sweat, and tears to become. I reach the mountain top, climb that pole where the Specialist Championship hangs…and finally bask in that glory. I want you all to see it. I want you all to watch…”
“Watch as I take my throne…”
“…and rule my Kingdom.”
