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Who gassed you to play with me? Oh wait, I already know who it was 
you sit there on your little liar's chair with your double-speak and vague allusions ("I'm aware my values don't fall under the "popular" perspective) to something deeper lurking underneath the surface, and it's see-through bullshit like that which is exactly why Cameron Ella Ava is intolerable. You think you dance around the elephant in the room with the masterful footwork of Michael Jackson, but hee hee, you're not Niccolo Machiavelli and I ain't Stevie Wonder, bitch. Maybe if you were a little bit more shrewd, a broad with a canyon cunt wouldn't have beaten you to the punch as the first *allegedly female World Champion in EAW history. Imagine that. You were so loyal! SO LOYAL! Year after year, vixens had come and gone, but Cameron Ella Ava stayed. You were the one constant in a division that was a revolving door for fickle sheep, and you got passed over for a sellout broad whose entire march to World Championship gold was paved and gift-wrapped by husbando. She stole what should have been your moment, and you're crying foul about everything I've said in the past month while extolling people who kept YOU down by playing politics? You've played devil's advocate for six months and it ain't got your ass anywhere. Your only motivation in this match-up is to play catch-up with an individual whose entire legacy is saddled with asterisks, and you're trying to convince me you're the wrong woman to mess with? Have you heard the news, everybody? Cameron Ella Ava's a tough cookie. She's got moxie and spunk and all that other good shit. She's a bad bitch. She's the wrong woman to mess with, even though by her own admission "Darkane will do a lot worse" than she could do to me. At least you're smart, Cam, but your physical limitations as a woman aren't your greatest inhibitor. That would be me. Women in this industry have proven despite drastic differences in bone density and natural strength that they can succeed on an equal playing field with men, some even higher than the majority of men, and let it be known I'm acutely aware of that. My anti-Cameron stance isn't part of some alpha sexist crusade. It's based in virtue, honesty, and integrity, all of which she sorely lacks. You could have toted EAW's flag and waved it proudly on enemy territory, but they stole your soul and now you're running the streets near EAW's headquarters bandying about divisive, empty-headed rhetoric. Your soul is gone, and the fading hue of what once was a proud champion who showed up to work and did her job without complaint every single day is all that remains. Your clock in EAW is ticking faster than your biological clock, and at Territorial Invasion the sand in that hour glass will completely bottom out.
Right now I'm living rent-free in your head, Cam, and your own words offer more insight into that fact than even I could. "My focus is on making sure Impact doesn't walk out with the championship." Shit, Cam, I didn't know you despised me so much you'd waste a golden opportunity to win the Answers World Championship be the next successor in the gutless line of "BAH GAWD, FUNAKI, IS THAT CAMERON ELLA AVA IN THE STRONG STYLE ZONE?!" champions. Of course, I'd much rather Darkane stay champion than be subjected to watch you finally achieve your career-long goal so you can stop feigning loyalty to the company and front on some "life's gotten so busy" shit before showing up in OWA or whatever the fuck it's called. You dislike me, but don't despise me? Bullshit. I had your ass so pressed last month the stress of having to compete against me probably delayed your period an extra week. You've been a reliable asset to the company, but really, Cam, you're the type of bitch that thinks they deserve a promotion at work because they "show up every day" even though they're really not good at the job they're doing. The majority of your career you've been Michael Phelps in a shallow pond, but in the current of the ocean against wolves like me, you ain't even Ryan Lochte. You're an also-ran, a filler, a Kevin Devastation comeback. Whatever Darkane said about me, rest assured he gives absolutely no fucks about you. Anything he says to the contrary is lip service. My reputation precedes me, but it ain't just reputation. I'm a marked man in whatever arena I step in, whatever ring I occupy, whoever the elitists are that I step to. They see a juggernaut standing before them and immediately consider what a victory over me can do for their careers. Virtually every match I compete in is a "trap game" for me because I truthfully have more to gain from winning the Answers World Championship than I do beating Darkane or you. It doesn't matter who the Johnny-come-lately flavor of the week with fifteen minutes of fame is. Winning is the only relevant factor. I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to take anyone's mantle. Mine is already too good. Think about that for a second. I've taken embarrassing losses in the past against people that couldn't lace my boots, people that aren't going to be remembered in the history books for anything else, people who used their win against me for months on end to gas themselves up. I would never use my win against you and Darkane to gas myself up. I'd use my Answers World Championship WIN. It doesn't matter in the slightest who I beat or who I pin. I alone make the World Championship itself more relevant than any of its challengers, but this win for Darkane punctuates him as a building block of EAW's future, not just a cat who beat a perpetually hot-and-cold Scott Diamond. That's the difference. I was winning big ones while Cameron Ella Ava was getting her ass whipped on Turbo by Seoda Clover. From so-called twilight 'til I'm back in the spotlight, every week I'm the highlight. I end Darkane's forgettable reign and his fortnight of fame flashes all the way out the pan and suddenly I got the strap and I'm back on Jimmy Fallon, late night.
you sit there on your little liar's chair with your double-speak and vague allusions ("I'm aware my values don't fall under the "popular" perspective) to something deeper lurking underneath the surface, and it's see-through bullshit like that which is exactly why Cameron Ella Ava is intolerable. You think you dance around the elephant in the room with the masterful footwork of Michael Jackson, but hee hee, you're not Niccolo Machiavelli and I ain't Stevie Wonder, bitch. Maybe if you were a little bit more shrewd, a broad with a canyon cunt wouldn't have beaten you to the punch as the first *allegedly female World Champion in EAW history. Imagine that. You were so loyal! SO LOYAL! Year after year, vixens had come and gone, but Cameron Ella Ava stayed. You were the one constant in a division that was a revolving door for fickle sheep, and you got passed over for a sellout broad whose entire march to World Championship gold was paved and gift-wrapped by husbando. She stole what should have been your moment, and you're crying foul about everything I've said in the past month while extolling people who kept YOU down by playing politics? You've played devil's advocate for six months and it ain't got your ass anywhere. Your only motivation in this match-up is to play catch-up with an individual whose entire legacy is saddled with asterisks, and you're trying to convince me you're the wrong woman to mess with? Have you heard the news, everybody? Cameron Ella Ava's a tough cookie. She's got moxie and spunk and all that other good shit. She's a bad bitch. She's the wrong woman to mess with, even though by her own admission "Darkane will do a lot worse" than she could do to me. At least you're smart, Cam, but your physical limitations as a woman aren't your greatest inhibitor. That would be me. Women in this industry have proven despite drastic differences in bone density and natural strength that they can succeed on an equal playing field with men, some even higher than the majority of men, and let it be known I'm acutely aware of that. My anti-Cameron stance isn't part of some alpha sexist crusade. It's based in virtue, honesty, and integrity, all of which she sorely lacks. You could have toted EAW's flag and waved it proudly on enemy territory, but they stole your soul and now you're running the streets near EAW's headquarters bandying about divisive, empty-headed rhetoric. Your soul is gone, and the fading hue of what once was a proud champion who showed up to work and did her job without complaint every single day is all that remains. Your clock in EAW is ticking faster than your biological clock, and at Territorial Invasion the sand in that hour glass will completely bottom out.Right now I'm living rent-free in your head, Cam, and your own words offer more insight into that fact than even I could. "My focus is on making sure Impact doesn't walk out with the championship." Shit, Cam, I didn't know you despised me so much you'd waste a golden opportunity to win the Answers World Championship be the next successor in the gutless line of "BAH GAWD, FUNAKI, IS THAT CAMERON ELLA AVA IN THE STRONG STYLE ZONE?!" champions. Of course, I'd much rather Darkane stay champion than be subjected to watch you finally achieve your career-long goal so you can stop feigning loyalty to the company and front on some "life's gotten so busy" shit before showing up in OWA or whatever the fuck it's called. You dislike me, but don't despise me? Bullshit. I had your ass so pressed last month the stress of having to compete against me probably delayed your period an extra week. You've been a reliable asset to the company, but really, Cam, you're the type of bitch that thinks they deserve a promotion at work because they "show up every day" even though they're really not good at the job they're doing. The majority of your career you've been Michael Phelps in a shallow pond, but in the current of the ocean against wolves like me, you ain't even Ryan Lochte. You're an also-ran, a filler, a Kevin Devastation comeback. Whatever Darkane said about me, rest assured he gives absolutely no fucks about you. Anything he says to the contrary is lip service. My reputation precedes me, but it ain't just reputation. I'm a marked man in whatever arena I step in, whatever ring I occupy, whoever the elitists are that I step to. They see a juggernaut standing before them and immediately consider what a victory over me can do for their careers. Virtually every match I compete in is a "trap game" for me because I truthfully have more to gain from winning the Answers World Championship than I do beating Darkane or you. It doesn't matter who the Johnny-come-lately flavor of the week with fifteen minutes of fame is. Winning is the only relevant factor. I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to take anyone's mantle. Mine is already too good. Think about that for a second. I've taken embarrassing losses in the past against people that couldn't lace my boots, people that aren't going to be remembered in the history books for anything else, people who used their win against me for months on end to gas themselves up. I would never use my win against you and Darkane to gas myself up. I'd use my Answers World Championship WIN. It doesn't matter in the slightest who I beat or who I pin. I alone make the World Championship itself more relevant than any of its challengers, but this win for Darkane punctuates him as a building block of EAW's future, not just a cat who beat a perpetually hot-and-cold Scott Diamond. That's the difference. I was winning big ones while Cameron Ella Ava was getting her ass whipped on Turbo by Seoda Clover. From so-called twilight 'til I'm back in the spotlight, every week I'm the highlight. I end Darkane's forgettable reign and his fortnight of fame flashes all the way out the pan and suddenly I got the strap and I'm back on Jimmy Fallon, late night.
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