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Omg i’m so disrespected
Omg why does nobody like me?!?!
God, I would fucking shoot myself in the fucking head if I was even a fraction as bit of a sooking cunt like you, Harper.
You have done nothing to deserve the desired praise. You have done nothing but sit on your hands for all these months spouting the same nonsensical dribble of your self-inflicted gunshot wounds, the misery of dealing with the very obvious consequences from your terribly misjudged actions. And you’re shocked that you’re ‘disrespected’. You have the audacity to think that this isn’t how it should be, that you deserve ‘more’ and deserve ‘better’ stemming from what exactly? What the fuck has Harper Lee done in the last twelve months to think that she’s more entitled than any other? Side note, you’ve dodged this question a heap so I don’t know, maybe find the fucking guts to answer it. Truly, everyone gets what they deserve. For whatever one does, for whatever their ambition and drive is, whatever they seek, those deserving get it. It’s not a fantastical ideal, not one of hope but simple perseverance. And you’ve been stuck spinning your tires in the mud for long enough Harper, for all the effort and perseverance, turns out the caveat is if you’re a bit of a fucking cunt you’re probably not going to get whatever it is you want. Understandably too. Imagine if we lived in a world where people could get to where they want to be in life just by being the most insufferable, toxic and depressing motherfucker? Imagine we lived in a world where you could just sulk and bitch and complain and repeat the same mistakes over and over again only to be rewarded? You’re the creator of your own misery. The sole architect that built the box you’re trapped in and yet you’re too think to grasp that. You’re too delusional and quite frankly too comfortable portraying yourself as the victim in any given situation to genuinely break out of it. Instead you prefer to remain trapped in your cardboard box prison behind those flimsy bars and use it as a platform to project the most insufferable and nauseating garbage anyone in this fucking company can produce. And that’s saying something. You’re comfortable there, in your little box and that’s honestly, perfectly fine. Genuinely, the pivot here is that there’s nothing wrong with it all things considered with the way Harper Lee navigates the world, it's just what do you expect from it? What makes you think you’re entitled to any kind of greatness? Rather, what makes you think you’re more deserving at the expense of others like Holly? Like myself? Like I’m sure the countless other women who will walk right over the top of you to get to where you want to be? Sure, I could see how this is all ‘disrespectful’ but at some point nobody fucking feels sorry for the person who doesn’t want to change at all. At some point people give up on having any kind of empathy for those like you, Harper, who are their own worst enemy, who repeatedly cut their own legs out from under themselves, who constantly hinder their own success all for the sake of protecting their ridiculous ideal of being a victim. Grand Rampage is not changing anything. Grand Rampage is not the night where suddenly, on a fucking dime, Harper Lee gets to miraculously pull out from her slow, slow downward spiral and do so at the expense of Hikari Kanno. Grand Rampage is not the night where suddenly all this loathing, all this sulking, all this whining and all this complaining gets justified at the expense of someone who has fought tooth and nail to keep her head above the water. This isn’t going to be a night where you feel validated in all your miserable, twisted beliefs.
Instead, it might just be the night when the penny drops and you might just realise the immense folly of your methods.
All at best.
Personally, I hope you only endure more and more fucking misery and become a greater delusional mess.
That would most certainly be nice.
There’s truly no reason to be questioning whether or not Hikari Kanno can or even should become the Universal Womens Champion in 2024. The ebb and flow of all things is timeless, those hung up on one - either those highs or lows - miss. Those who fixate on the idealistic parts can never cut through to see the greater picture. For all my lows, my highs are undeniable. For all the shortcomings, for all the failures, at times I’ve been simply unmatched by just about everyone else around me. You rattled off Andrea, yourself (LOL), Sienna, Bethany, Kassidy and quite frankly I could name even more who are in the same ballpark minus the obvious clown hiding among them, and at the peak, Hikari Kanno is defeating each and every one of them without question. My very best is anomalistic. My very best is alien to this world; an outlier who defies expectations, breaks apart norms and disrupts the system. For what this season has been for me, quite frankly, I do not fucking care, as long as I defeat you and keep moving forward to become the Universal Womens Champion. I don’t quite get caught up in those failures. As much as you feel rattling off the less than desirable outcomes of mine towards the end of 2023 was some home run, some grand slam hit, I could not give any less of a fuck about those defeats. Nothing changes where I am now, nothing changes this match and nothing changes that defeating you gives me the one single shot I’ve been after, the only thing I ever needed and the one thing I wanted from the start of this season. Not even becoming the Universal Womens Champion, that’s a given in my mind, but just the mere chance to do so. I’ve been denied that for too long. I quite frankly should have had it after I won Anarchy in the Arena; I should have been ripping it from your grasp. But again, I don’t get hung up on the past. I don’t concern myself with what can’t be changed, only what can be created. And ensuring that I truly am in the best fucking form possible to fulfil that ambition to craft my greatest success. My highs are untouchable. When Hikari Kanno is in form, when she’s swinging for the fences bar to bar, when she’s slugging it out with haymakers left and right, there’s simply nobody better. Yes, Harper, I will put my hand up and admit that this is all ‘dated’. That it’s been a good, good amount of time since anyone got to see that version of Hikari Kanno but truly great Elitists don’t get hung up on what suits their ideal best. You are not one of them. You’re….you. Trapped in the ideals. Trapped in a bubble of tremendous delusions, a twisted reality being blurred before your eyes, nothing cuts through to you and perhaps much of what I’ve said and will still say this week doesn’t so much speak to someone who can’t be spoken to, but rather whoever will have the undesirable task of facing me for the Universal Womens Champion. I know how fucking good I am and I understand how fucking poor I’ve been, but nothing does change the reality that it just takes one click of the gear and everything changes. One shift and the dynamic is flipped.
The very truth of the matter is that I’m not in any position to accept handouts.
Nor do I expect to be given anything.
I reject the very notion that I don’t ‘deserve’ anything and that anything that does come my way isn’t obtained based on name, based on some three and a bit years old preconceived notions about my potential. Whatever comes my way will because I earned it, and nothing else. Whatever Hikari Kanno gets, is what she has worked her way to obtain.
And that could be defeat at Grand Rampage. That very well could be a loss to you and having the wall come down in front of myself and becoming the Universal Womens Champion and if that’s the case? Then I accept it. I accept my defeat and I accept that I simply was not meant to become the Universal Womens Champion. I’ll take my defeat, I’ll take the denial of my dreams and I’ll wander. I’ll wander until there’s a way around that fucking wall. I’ll keep going until something breaks.
Until the wheels fall off and hey, maybe there’s a bit of speaking to them, slightly off alignment but they’re still fucking going.
I won’t be handed anything in this world, Harper. When, perhaps even simply IF, when I become a World Champion it won’t be for any other reason but my perseverance and battling through the odds - whether those odds be yourself or my own fucking fuck ups. I won’t take anything offered on a silver platter, I won’t accept anything graciously delivered into the palm of my hands. Through the blood, through the sweat, through the tears, it will be fucking earned and there won’t be an ounce of doubt lingering on anyone’s mind whether or not I deserve it. Even my greatest haters will have no choice but to applaud it. Even my greatest doubters will have no choice but to accept that Hikari Kanno deserved it. Until those fucking wheels fall off for good, I won’t stop. I get it, I made it clear beforehand that I’m at a crossroads, with one last chance to prove myself or I might as well throw it away but there has always been a third option. The unknown. The untouched ground. Carve my own fucking path forward. One that I can’t predict where it will take me, one that I can’t see a prize down at the end of it; enduring a fog of war but one that I will gladly slice through in order to get to where I want to be. This is very much the difference between us. Lose to me and the next unfortunate soul who deals with you is going to have to listen to you continue to bitch and complain. At worst, my defeat at Grand Rampage will just trouble a number of people with hearing this very same passage over and over again, like I’m some street preacher trying to convince the masses that I’ll get it right eventually. I’m going to persevere and I’m going to force you to watch, Harper. I’m going to make sure that you’re front and centre for every bit of it. I know who the fuck I am and who I fucking am is not what I have been for the last nine months. I know just who the fuck Hikari Kanno is and just who the fuck Hikari Kanno should be at this point and Grand Rampage WILL be the night that it becomes clear that there is nothing stopping me this time. That my own stumblings, my own failures, my own trip ups, my own repeated pick me ups weren’t for nothing. That I didn’t just waste an entire season dealing with my own frustrations and complacency, just to let it go to waste. I can’t give up, I’ve promised too much, fought too hard, overcome immensely, for it never materialise into something greater, something that I’ve sought for so long. I can’t lose to you, Harper. Quite frankly I can’t lose to you because you’re an insufferable cunt period, but that’s a pretty distant second place. Doubt and conjecture will remain, undeniably, but my truth will be impossible to ignore. That despite my own complacency hindering my career, there will be no greater shackle wrapped around the ankles of anyone who chooses to get complacent regarding Hikari Kanno. There will be no greater cement boots dragging one down beneath the surface, drowning them, than choosing to believe that there is no
People are too caught up in their own ideals. Their personal wants so much so that it blinds them.
You’re afraid of discomfort. I thrive in it. You’re afraid of the grind to get anywhere. I’ve embraced it. That’s the fundamental difference between you and I, Harper. That when things get tough, when life isn’t so fair, when you don’t get what you believe you ‘deserve’, you devolve into this pathetic mess. You don’t aim to fight out of it, you simply whine about the ‘disrespect’ and ‘unjust’ nature of your situation and expect to do so loud enough for someone to given you a tokenistic gesture to pull yourself out of this little hole. I don’t get to this point, I don’t get this opportunity, if I was like you. I don’t drag myself to this point if I was afraid of being uncomfortable. The reality is so much of what you’ve slugged at me is dismissed because it’s nothing that I haven’t already told myself six inches away from a mirror. It’s nothing that I haven’t already had to address when I was dropping matches to Raven Roberts. Losing to KASAI. Losing to some cunt whose name I can’t even remember and have no idea if they’re still around. I’ve accepted and I’ve embraced my reality. I’ve found comfort in and discomfort and I’ve maintained my self fucking respect instead of stooping to some grand lows. I could have quit. I could have just walked out on Showdown and retired. I could have thrown it all away and just never bothered to returned because that’s fucking easy. It was so fucking easy to walk away and forget about all of this but instead here I fucking am, Harper. Standing here and telling you to keep going. To keep trying to dig those rotten fingernails into my wounds, to make me fucking bleed. I don’t hide a single one. Unlike the VAST FUCKING MAJORITY of this place, I wear my failures, I wear my shortcomings, I wear the stains that mark my career on myself and don’t intend to hide them at all. Because I’ve accepted them. They make me who I fucking am and there’s nothing you, nothing Holly and nothing Minerva will ever say that penetrates deep enough to hurt. I am my failures. I am my shortcomings. I am my defeats. I am my disappointments. I am everything that you say I am but bub, I am fucking so much more and all of it is greater than you can contend with. That when I’m at my best, when I’m in this vein of form, when my fangs are sharp and my venom is thick. You can’t box with me, you never truly good. My own arrogance, my vanity, the immaturity that I carried from the early days of IDOL-GUN, the reluctance to embrace the lessons learned from the humiliatoon of having my head shaved at Midsumemr Massacre and the lessons I learned from my High Voltage match with Mr. DEDEDE, all that cost me the Iconic Cup but hey, there’s none of that this time around. There’s nothing but sharp focus and determination to persevere, to make sure all these wounds of mine - most cut by myself - all meant something. You can’t stop me, Harper. I won’t allow fate to dictate whether or not I should become the Universal Womens Champion.
I’m going to take the opportunity from the jaws of my own demons.
I’m going to realise that dream I’ve carried for all these fucking years
And you’re going to be forced to watch it all unfold. All at your expense.
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