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Grand Rampage always marks the start of Pain for Pride season and I literally haven’t exactly hidden how important this year’s extravaganza is to me. It marks a full circle type of moment for yours truly and more importantly, it gives me the chance to get the moment I should have had last year. After the wonderful, and rather grand entrance I made, I should have walked away with my title held high above my pretty little head. Unfortunately, a group of losers decided to crown their king and I was the unfortunate victim of the biggest miscarriage of justice this company has literally ever seen. For six fucking months, I wasted away fighting these idiots just to get a fucking rematch for the National Elite Championship, and when I finally did get said match, I showed the entire world how things should have went at last year’s Pain for Pride. As I stand here as champion once again, I can’t help but think of where I would be right now had the heist of the century not gone down. Would I be in contention for the Universal Women’s Championship? Would I already be a world champion? I’ll never know because Jon Kelton and his band of whores took that away from me. It may have worked out for me in the end, but it almost didn’t, and when you factor in the fact I had to literally start over because Kennedy is a cunt… yeah. Needless to say, I’m ready to get to Pain for Pride, defend this championship and have my moment, and put this whole Season 17 shitshow to the side. And that’s exactly what it’s been; a literal shitshow and honestly I hope to Gawd I find myself on a different brand next season. Showdown totally does not deserve me, and that’s a literal fact. I have given everything to this godforsaken brand for the last couple of years and it literally spit on me this season. I’m not at all happy with how I’ve been treated and what I’ve had to go through, and before someone says something stupid, it’s not like I needed anymore adversity to build character! After Grand Rampage, there will only be two more Marquee Live Events and that’s literally such a blessing. The finish line is in sight and soon me and MY National Elite Championship will be given the fresh start we deserve. Of course, I have three whores that would love to play spoiler this weekend, but I’m so not even interested in going through the whole turmoil of losing this belt again. At this point, I may just reign forever because I don’t see anyone in this whole company who deserves this title more than me! I fucking dare anyone to question that because I’m here to fight for this championship and defend it to the best of my abilities. And it just so happens that my abilities are literally better than anyone else’s.
Madison, Daniella, Candice… you hear that?!
Moving on!
Hand to Gawd, you are literally the most ignorant fucking cunt that I have ever had to deal with in EAW, Madison, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve been here for a minute and competed in different eras. Do you really think I feel any sort of shame given the fact I have fake boobs and lips? Uhhhh no?? I LOVE the way I look and so does Charlie Marr, and guess what Madison? That’s literally all that fucking matters. This whole fucking company is filled with fake bitches and over inflated egos, and guess which one of those is more offensive to me? It’s those with the egos who literally don’t deserve to have one. That’s you, bitch, because clearly you have no fucking clue how to survive in today’s EAW. You’ve been back since #Season15, so with that in mind, and judging from your lack of success since being back, don’t you think you should actually change your whole shtick up? I mean, I totally get the whole ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ thing but YOU ARE FUCKING BROKEN! You’re a literal broken fucking record, repeating the same elementary school bullshit, time after time! I know you have a few screws loose and that there’s not much that goes on in that head of yours, but come on. Hire someone to script your promos or better yet, hire someone to do the talking for you. It’s fucking hilarious that you want to talk about me not working for shit, when I have done NOTHING BUT WORK the last few years to prove myself as a championship-caliber athlete, and you are literally content to coast through your career, soiling your own legacy, and expecting the rest of us to cower just because of your Hall of Fame ring. Ohmygah! Pot, I totally want you to meet kettle! You two seriously have like so much in common that I can’t even! Girl, bye! I can’t believe that even now you’re still pulling this shit. Imagine preaching to me about being a real American. If you want to InSuLt me so badly and downplay my nationality, at least do something more clever like I don’t know… attack me for dating a Brit or something. Being National Elite Champion has nothing to do with being American you stupid fuck. If nothing else, the majority of the most recent champions have been a who’s who of international Elitists. Let’s recap some of the most recent champions, shall we?
* Kassidy Fart - Australian
* Sienna Jade - Canadian
* Myles - Australian
* TLA - Mexican
* Minerva - Romanian
* Donovan Duke - Vanilla
* Veena Adams - Perfect
* Jon Kelton - American
Are you picking up what I’m putting down?
Probably not, because you are that much of a fucking idiot, and that doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. I’m going to be brutally honest and say that after Grand Rampage is said and done, I really fucking hope you are kept far, far, far away from any and all championship pictures because at this point, you’re just embarrassing yourself. I thought maybe you’d get some type of clue about how shit you fucking are at this whole speaking on the microphone thing but no. You continue to say the same dumb shit in your second video that you said in your first! Madison, there’s a huge difference in knowing when to hang up the boots and when you’re just living a total delusion. You’re clearly the mayor of fantasy land right now because you’re literally NEVER going to win a championship in this current era. I’m sorry if that’s the one thing keeping you from retirement and that you clearly can’t get it through your head that it will literally NEVER FUCKING HAPPEN! You have to face reality at some point, Madison, and your reality is that you are seriously passed your fucking prime. Your absolute refusal to change your approach and coast by on your name is why you’ll literally never get the results you want, not to mention, you never could do it on your own anyway! I’m not about to sit here and have some kind of pissing contest over who the more dominant competitor is because regardless of what’s happened in the past… I’m the one who’s busted her ass to become a two-time National Elite Champion! You can sit there and tell me how I’m devaluing this championship but let me tell you something… Jon Kelton is actually the person we can all point to as a disgrace to this belt and its legacy. Showdown was a fucking laughing stock when he was allowed to parade around, cosplaying as a fucking champion. But you don’t want to talk about that because what Kelton and Devolution did with the National Elite Championship is exactly what you and the Queen’s Court did with the Women’s World Championship back in Empire’s dying days. If something wild as hell happened at Grand Rampage and you did somehow manage to win this title, you would literally lose it on your first defense. And that’s no joke. There’s a fucking reason you haven’t been able to accomplish what you want since you’ve been back and it’s because you can’t fucking hack it! I swear to Gawd, my patience with you Showdown people is wearing very thin. Here’s the thing, Madison. You can throw out whatever hypothetical scenarios that you want about people in the future looking at me and calling me old, but unlike you, if I felt like I couldn’t be competitive and was way too stubborn to try and improve myself, I would walk away from the business. I don’t ever want people to look at me and say that I can’t hack it because I’m too old. I will never be that geriatric piece of garbage who’s desperate at one last shot of glory. It may have taken me a little longer than I would have liked to come into my own as a wrestler, but I worked at it. I changed my approach. I tapped into my potential. I won not one but two championships in the span of six months. So don’t try this type of shit with me, bitch, because I can promise you that I have NO issues with humiliating you.
Speaking of my thinning patience, congratulations on being able to use a fucking thesaurus, Frenchie. You’re absolutely fucking right in your observation that I don’t mince my words because there’s literally no reason for me too. I’ve been called every goddamn thing under the sun, multiple times over, and I’m giving the rest of the world the same energy that they give to me. If there’s one thing you’ll learn real quick is that I don’t like anyone. I used to like people (as long as they were rich and pretty) but that ship sailed the moment Ashlynn Quinn set her sights on MY championship. That was a huge mistake for her, much like it will be for you, so please don’t assume that I’m giving you some sort of special treatment or whatever. I can tell you right now that I dislike you, so you’re right about that, but the mistake you made was actually opening your mouth. It didn’t need you to speak THIS WEEK to find myself fucking annoyed. The moment your music hit the speakers and you took the mic to accept my open challenge is when I got annoyed. The fact you’re bold enough to think you’re worthy of facing me at this stage of your career is totally crazy but to think you’re going to beat me, as well as Candice and Madison?? Maybe Madison isn’t the only bitch in this match who’s missing her frontal lobe but you have got to know that I’m not going to let this championship leave my waist for a very, very long time. I actually had to pay my dues to get into this position, and even when I finally got here, the moment I had a setback, that dumb cunt Kennedy made me start all over again. Do you know how angry that still makes me even now, Daniella? Something tells me you haven’t got a clue about what it means to actually fucking struggle. It’s all fun and games when you’re in a match against a slew of Performance Center rejects, but what happens when you are completely shown up at Grand Rampage and you’re not as far in your career as you thought? Do you take the loss on the chin and admit that you bit off more than you can chew? Or do you make some type of excuse for yourself? Basically are you going to be a Madison, who blames her losses on other things besides her own insolence, or are you going to be someone who can actually learn and grow from a setback? Who fucking knows considering you’ve been here for literally five matches and walk around here like you’re some impact player. Bitch, please. Learn your role and sit the fuck down.
Your victory this weekend is not inevitable; it’s not even written in the stars. You’ve seriously got the longest way to go literally ever if you’re going to become a champion here. You certainly aren’t going to do it at my expense, be it this weekend or months or years from now. Your attitude is exactly why I’m determined to hold you down and snuff your spirit out. You’re totally arrogant and that’s fucking annoying, and the fact you think that this is some type of test for you is just ridiculous! Literally every match should be a test for you because you don't have the experience that the rest of us do. I don’t have to come to terms with anything as it relates to you because you’re nothing to me. You’re just a total nerd who wasted a golden opportunity on a champion that can’t be touched, on Gawd. You truly have no idea what I’ve gone through because if you did, then you wouldn’t be speaking to me like this. Then again, maybe you would, because you don’t seem to have a whole lot of common sense. Since you won that title opportunity, you’ve walked around here like you’re the future of this business and guess what? You’re literally not! Little cunts like you are a dime a dozen; they come and go like the changing seasons. Once you fail to win at Grand Rampage, it won’t be long before you grow disenchanted with this business and call it a day. I would literally bet my entire bank account on that, but hey… what do I know?!
Well, I actually know a whole hell of a lot, but does anyone listen to lil ole me? Nooooo! Candice, you’re not listening, are you? You still want to be a princess and you still want to make my National Elite Champion into your crown. I’m literally never going to let that happen so whatever illusions you have about walking out of Grand Rampage with your first ever championship are going to be shattered. At this point, there really isn’t much for me to say in reply to you, because our history is very one-sided. I don’t have pure hate in my heart for you like I do your sister, or just your family in general, because I can acknowledge the fact that our journeys aren’t all that different. We both come from dynasties and have had to work our asses off not only to live up to our surnames, but to separate ourselves as individuals as well. You know it’s difficult to come into your own and set yourself apart, and you seriously know how fucking frustrating it is to work tirelessly at improving and never having anything to show for it. I know you want your breakout moment, and yes, as much as it pains me to admit this, you have totally waited for it. But Candice, you’re going to need to keep waiting because Grand Rampage is not your time. This match is not for you to win. The National Elite Championship that I am holding isn’t yours for the taking. I WILL become the greatest champion in this title’s history, and no, Candice, four months is not long enough for me. I have barely scratched the surface of what I want to do. If your championship moment is to ever come, it won’t be because I gave it to you. It’s because you will have faced and defeated someone else, so as far as I’m concerned, you’re going to have to continue waiting. I’ve come a long way, but I’m still not where I believe I should be. In order to get there, I will need to defend my championship at Grand Rampage and that’s not me playing make believe.
