MATCH PROMO Reasonable Doubt Promo #2 - Fuck your self-entitlement

[Lance Blackfyre]

Just because you put all your god damn blood, sweat, and tears into something doesn't instantly result with you being able to lay claim to it forever. When you pour your all into something, it doesn't mean jack shit.

You put your all into obtaining and holding the tag team championships so now you're suddenly entitled to hold that shit forever and Lucas and I aren't worthy?

When a bitch is on her knees in the bedroom for me asking me to bust a nut all over her face, I give her all I have as she swallows every god damn drop.

That doesn't mean I want to do it again.

Hell, it may mean I won't even fuck her again. ​

So, how is it going to fucking feel losing these god damn titles that mean so fucking much to you? You've literally declared your greatest weakness to us. You've told us what is most important to you, and that just makes me that much more god damn eager to pry that shit away from you as tears stroll down your mangled faces. You've put all this time into becoming tag team champions. You've done the best you can to be the best champions you can be, but here we are and it doesn't mean shit. Heavenly Hell has just been a couple of delivery girls ever since becoming tag team champions. You're dumb asses have been running around in circles fingering yourselves as you rub those belts all over your bodies holding the damn things for a sole purpose. You were waiting for our arrival. How else could a couple of irrelevant bitches like you two hold on to the god damn things for more than just a couple of days? You got fucking lost with no idea where you were going or how you fucking got here until you finally found a road to go down.

Do you know where that road leads?

You motherfucking guessed it. Right to a pair of bastards like Albert and Lucas who jerk each other off in the EAW locker room on the daily, and the big tall sexy motherfucker known as Lance Blackfyre. The moment you arrived in our sights, the path you took to get here is now gone as this is a one way trip. There's no going back for you two to those happy times where you two could do whatever the fuck you wanted and be able to call yourselves champions. The only way to go for you is forwards, but that's an impossibility as the only way for me to go is right fucking through you two, and that's what I'm going to god damn do. Lucas can whine and bitch all he wants. You two can aggressively finger each other as you talk one another up as you both try to shit talk us to provide you with a false sense of security. I don't blame you for reaching into my past, from 4 months ago to try to unearth some weapon to utilize against me. Because in our brief history, all we have is me to kicking your fucking asses with minimal effort.

Why did Harlow make me pass out? Maybe it was because I found that shit kinky as hell and liked being choked. That's my god damn business. Just as I'm sure one of your fucking kinks is rubbing that god damn title belt you seem to so desperately cling to against your cunts for hours at a time. So what you said to me can also be applied to you two. Such as it all being done in vain? What about you two pouring your fucking heart and souls into these stupid fucking titles only to lose them in the most humiliating way possible? Do you think this will be some god damn cake walk? Do you think you can flash your tits at me, grab my dick and twist it til I bust a nut and fall over from pleasure, permitting you an opportunity to quickly pin me? No, it's not going to be that damn simple.

You've made a name for your team in this division. You've spent months trying to prove and establish it, but I'm not impressed. When I whooped your asses a few weeks back, I expected some god damn resistance, but was hardly met with any. Now all your hard is in vain, just as you claimed all my talking would be. See not much effort goes into my talking because I know exactly what I want to say and when I want to fucking say it. But you've spent months of grueling time trying to build yourselves up as champions, and when it turns out it was all just a fucking fluke, that's going to sting. It'll sting badly. You'll want to break down into tears. You'll make excuses as to why you lost and blame Lucas and I for taking away your happiness.

In some areas, working hard for something means jack shit. What does all that hard work mean when I can waltz right up to your front door, kick your fucking door down and steal your McDonald's Big Mac that'd you been waiting all god damn day for? I don't give a fuck what my jabs at you two do. If it pisses you off, I don't care. If it makes you happy for some weird god damn reason, then more power to you. If you're just indifferent to it, then even better. That means when I kick your fucking asses, you'll realize that you spent all week ignoring all the truth I was speaking because you had your heads so far up your arrogant asses. The notion of believing someone you perceive to be beneath you almost instantly makes you see them as having no credibility so you instinctively dismiss everything they say without so much as a second thought. Like with poor Lucas, you two are probably jumping up and down on a bed with your tits flopping about laughing at him. But what about when he ignores the stiffy in his pants and decides that some pussy, like yours, just isn't worth pursuing and that championships can sometimes be even better? So, I don't give a fuck how hard you work for those titles. How much effort you put in is fucking irrelevant and I'll show you just how fucking pointless all that hard work is. Life isn't fair, Constance, and through my pure natural born superiority to you, that will be made clear. You weren't gifted with my good lucks and mind boggling physical talents. You were cursed with being an ignorant bitch who tries to disguise her fear as confidence in the face of an adversity she has no chance of toppling. I don't get blinded by shit such as championships as decimating those who fail to understand just how dangerous I am is equally important. They're merely a bonus to out performing Heavenly Hell. Just because you endlessly spout shit like us not being worthy of a championship opportunity and that us winning them would be unjustified due to your hard work to retain them doesn't mean that some magical fairy is going to descend from the heavens just to shake her fat ass and magic wand and make your childish wishes come true.

Advantages are far more complex than you perceive them to be. You think physical size is the only one I have? Then think again. You've become so deluded by your past successes that you feel so fucking entitled to these titles that someone that isn't you two should never be anywhere near the god damn things. That's a reckless perception that I will soon fucking shatter. You seek prominence, but it's a prominence that isn't there. You seek to take up residence there, but in actuality, it's a place where I reside comfortably and dominantly with your titles in my possession. You can exhaust every resource you possess, but you're facing an adversity so overwhelming that you will inevitably shatter under the tremendous pressure. I'm not the type of individual who frolics in fucking fields of flowers. Fuck tranquility and the concept of being a pacifist. My ideals involve pure fucking chaos that I will rain down on your unsuspecting lives that will indicate the end of your reign. What kind of methods are you going to utilize to best me? I've already proved that double teaming is something I can easily conquer. You're taking the route of insulting my intelligence, but after witnessing just how blinded and deluded you are by your self imposed perception of your successes, I'm pretty sure even Ryan Wilson could best you in such a category. You two are bland and talent less. You thrive off of one another because you feed each other bullshit and you've done it so much that you've believe yourselves to be these super talented and dominant females who've worked super fucking hard to obtain what they possess. You feel that all you've done, despite how much or little it may be, instantly means that no one else is worthy of a shot at your titles. It would be a fucking crime against humanity if anybody other than you two were to hold those titles. At least that's your logic.

But you'll soon see how fucking flawed your logic really is.

I have no time for your self entitled bullshit. You can try bullying tactics and belittle Lucas and I to make yourselves feel empowered in the presence of men.

But this is a fucking wrestling ring and the limits and binds of society like men shouldn't be hitting women don't exist here. It's open season and I can backhand slap the fuck out of you two without so much as a second thought and get fucking applauded for it.

Once my wrath is unleashed, you'll being wishing those standards did exist here.​