Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2014 17:17:39 GMT -5
Introduction: I haven’t even had my first match in WCF yet, and already, there are ignorant people throwing blinded, stereotypical judgments at me. I’m not even going to name them off, because quite frankly, I don’t want to give any of those ignoramus fools that satisfaction. Of course, the lesson here is that no matter what kind of attitude you portray, people will judge you by the way you look. I’ll admit that I don’t look tough, but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter. I’ll admit that I look like a “softball”, and it’s true that I once was, but that’s in the past. That was before I woke up and came to the realization of the reality of this wrestling business.
Flashback: Mid-November 2013
Allow me to paint the picture for you fools. When I first broke into the wrestling business, I was very naïve about the realities of it. I wholeheartedly admit that it’s my fault for being so naïve. However, it wasn’t long before my peers started to notice that I was the “nice girl”. I was the woman that would say “Oh my god, you’re so awesome and I have so much respect for you” and “I respect what everyone has done in this business regardless of who they are”. Sickening, isn’t it? How did the other wrestlers in MPW respond to this? By finding ways to take advantage of my kindness, that’s how. Whether they directly insulted me knowing I wouldn’t fight back, or whether they blindsided me and attacked me constantly (and one or the other, or both happened in seven weeks out of ten), it was always me looking like everybody’s fool. Hilarious irony, considering that song, one of the few of Evanescence I can’t stand, was one my entrance theme.
The culmination of all this took place in Columbus, Ohio, just days before Thanksgiving. I was in a parking lot brawl and I held my own well, I’ll admit. The brawl eventually ended up in a dumpster, and while this was going on, someone drove a truck into the dumpster, which not only forced me to be hospitalized, but once again made me look out to be an idiot. It was here, in this hospital room, because of that and other circumstances, where I finally said “enough is enough”. I’ve just woken up and I’m seeing my first light since I got knocked out in the dumpster.
Valentina Madison: Where am I?
I look around and I notice my surroundings. I quickly pick up that I’m in a hospital room in Columbus. I’m clearly confused by all of this. I do remember being knocked out, but I remember nothing after that. I press the button to call for the nurse. After a couple of minutes, she walks in.
Nurse: Oh, Valentina. I see you’ve awoken. That’s great news. For a second there, we thought you may have suffered a traumatic brain injury.
Valentina Madison: Did I?
Nurse: Thankfully, you didn’t. We managed to take some tests as well and fortunately, you were able to escape a concussion and you only have several minor injuries that shouldn’t take very long to recover from.
Valentina Madison: Good.
I’m feeling something that’s been growing for the last week. It’s emotions that I rarely ever felt, but they’ve been more prevalent as of late. The emotions in question? Anger! Hatred! Scorn! I quickly look around the room.
Valentina Madison: Do I have any visitors? Family? Friends? Peers? Anybody?
Nurse: Allow me to check on that. I’ll be right back.
She leaves and I’m already starting to feel the last of the “nice side” of me start to slip away. I had been harboring these feelings in for a while. I had started to tire of being the “whipping girl” of the company that everyone attacked and took advantage of. At this point, the breaking point hasn’t happened yet. She comes back and what she’s about to tell me does nothing more than energize the anger, hatred and scorn inside of me to consume me further.
Nurse: Valentina, you don’t have any visitors at all.
Valentina Madison: Nobody?
Nurse: Nobody.
Valentina Madison: Not even a couple of my own peers from MPW that I’ve had respect for?
Nurse: Nobody. If you truly had respect for any of them, that’s a real shame because it seems that the feeling isn’t mutual from their end. Between you and me, my son is also a wrestler. He tells me that ‘behind the curtains’, there’s plenty of backstabbing and you can never truly pick your friends because one day, they’re with you and when you’re in trouble, those ‘friends’ will pretend you never existed. So, the fact that you have no visitors doesn’t surprise me whatsoever.
My anger is to the point where I’m starting to lose control of it right now. I know that I have to stay cool, otherwise, the scene won’t be pretty. At the same time though, these dark, negative feelings are feelings I want to express and I’m waiting for that right moment to finally vent them.
Nurse: Do you want anything to drink like water, milk, juice…?
Valentina Madison: No, I’m fine. Thanks.
Nurse: Alright. Just let me know if you need anything.
The nurse leaves and that’s the trigger that allows those negative emotions to come out.
Valentina Madison: No visitors?
I look around for a sign of any sort of care or concern from ANYBODY. But as I look around, I don’t see any flowers, I don’t see any candy, I don’t even see any “Get Well Soon” cards. In fact, I see NOTHING!
Valentina Madison: It’s like that? I’m just ‘the rookie’ to my peers? I’m just the girl everyone wants to take advantage of?!?!?!?!
My anger is starting to come out more.
Valentina Madison: I don’t understand! I came into this business, I showed so much respect for it. I respected every opponent I ever faced, whether they were a good person or not. I put on the best show that I could for the fans. I came out smiling even though I keep being taken advantage of week after week and where has it gotten me?
My hands are starting to shake and tremble as I’m starting to see the light and the truth. Everything I had once believed in has been revealed to me as a web of lies! I’m starting to dig my nails into my hospital bed in deep anger.
Valentina Madison: Am I nothing but a puppet to the machine? Is that what it is? This is like one of those relationships where you love somebody and they don’t love you back. After all, I have a Northwestern degree, but nobody would know it by how stupid and naïve I’ve been acting ever since I broke into wrestling would they?
I hear a small rip occur on my hospital bed and I notice that my right middle finger punched a small hole into the fabric. It might as well be a fitting metaphor, because at that very moment, the bubble I had lived in for my whole life, the bubble that taught me to respect everyone, to be humble, to be generous, that everything would always be okay no matter what, that happiness would come to you, among other nonsense that my own parents filled that bubble with, burst!
Valentina Madison: I AM DONE! No more “whipping girl”! No more “respect and honor”! No more weak nonsense! No more being the smiling, happy, humble girl that nobody ever gave a crap about! The world has been mine to take for years, and it’s time for me to grasp it and crush it in the very palm of my hand. That dumpster incident was the last straw!
I calm down a bit, largely because I felt great about what I just vented. I normally do not condone the use of any sort of narcotics, but venting out my anger and scorn was like trying a narcotic for the very first time: it felt amazing, it felt rejuvenating and after you’re done, you’re left wanting more and more and more! Now, I really want to unleash the person I know is the real me!
Two days ago: my own backyard.
Recently, I hired some people to dig a grave in my own backyard and as of the previous day, that’s been done. I’m standing by that grave and there’s a coffin right beside it. Inside, there’s a mannequin of the “old me”. Admittedly, it looks nothing like me, but it’s better off that way, to be honest.
Valentina Madison: My father is going to be so upset that I spent his retirement savings on that coffin. I don’t care, he can burn in hell just like my mother. Useless parents, feeding me such nonsense, brainwashing me into believing that the world is all colors and rainbows. They sheltered me from reality for so long, but now it’s time to put an end to this at last. The old, “nice” Valentina is dead and I’m about to finally bury her.
I look around and I’m the only one in the neighborhood that’s even outside. Good, that’s how I wanted it to be. There’s a pile of dirt with a shovel stuck in it, and a bucket right next to it. I take the bucket and scoop some dirt. I put it next to the coffin and I finally start the ‘funeral proceedings’.
Valentina Madison: We are gathered here today to say goodbye to a worthless, pathetic human being. No ignoramuses, I am not talking about myself, because the “old” me is just that, old. That’s not me anymore. It was me because at one time, I was completely stupid enough to believe all the nonsense my parents fed me and stupid enough to allow everyone to take advantage of me, and that’s not just the wrestling business, that’s also throughout my entire life. This piece of filth allowed everyone in sight to take advantage of her and she never had any claws. She never had any fortitude. She was always that “pussycat” that would always be afraid at any sight of adversity, but not anymore! It’s over! Nobody on God’s green earth will ever see “sweet”, “nice”, “respectful” Valentina Madison anymore.
People might see what I’m about to do as borderline crazy, but I don’t care. I kneel down next to the mannequin and I start talking to it, almost as if two personalities of one person are about to communicate.
Valentina Madison: Do you know how happy I am to see you dead? Do you realize how ecstatic I am that you’re about to be buried six feet under and be eaten at by the worms for all eternity? You deserve that fate you sickening, pathetic, soft little crybaby. You never had any bravery to stand up to those that tried to take advantage of you. You put on a smile, thinking it was going to get you places, thinking that the world was all peace, love, puppies and rainbows! You should have educated yourself better you petulant fool, because the world was never about that, nor will it ever be about that. The world is about war, hatred, power and glory! You never had any of those things weakling, you were never capable of it because you were too busy living in your bubble of kindness!
I spit in the face of the mannequin and I stand right back up.
Valentina Madison: Is there anyone here, other than me, that would like to say goodbye? Anybody at all? Oh, that’s right. Nobody else showed up. I don’t blame anybody because nobody wants to look at this failure that’s about to go under. To all of you that once took advantage of me and had plans to continue doing so, take one last look at her! Because this is the last time you’ll ever see her again! Now then, I feel like vomiting just by staring at her face.
I kick the coffin shut.
Valentina Madison: Time to die, you worthless “good girl”. Time… to… DIE!
I push the coffin into the grave. I get a sick joy out of it, but it’s not enough just yet. I pick up the bucket with dirt and I pour it down the grave.
Valentina Madison: I’ll let the gravediggers do the rest. (laughs)
With that, I sit down cross-legged in front of the grave with nothing but an evil smirk on my face. But, it’s not the end of it, not by a long shot. I’m about to speak my mind to a WCF audience that’s apparently ignorant and stupid to the point where they’re judging me for something I no longer am, or no longer want to be!
Valentina Madison: Does that kill off any stereotypes some of you have thrown my way? It’s plainly obvious that many of you in WCF were never educated enough to learn that what someone looks like means nothing, it’s the actions of the person that means everything, regardless of how they look. You ignorant fools disgust me with your stereotyping. What the heck is this? High school? (scoffs) None of you in WCF even know me very well. You all know by now I graduated from Northwestern University and you all learned a little about me and the kind of person I used to be and no longer want to me, as well as a little about the kind of person I am and who I am going to be going forward. But you’ll never learn the whole story because I’m the only one that knows that story. I’m not here in WCF to be “another pretty face” or just another whipping girl for anybody because I know what it’s like to be the latter and I’d rather not have to deal with any of that nonsense ever again! Here are some more tidbits about me. I’ve only been in the game for four months, and yet, I’ve made an impact already. 2014 is destined to be my year because I’m learning every day, I’m becoming a stronger person every day and by the end of this year, those that are on the same roster with me will realize how great I have truly become!
But, that’s enough about me. I’m about to educate some fools, so let’s get this rolling shall we? My first match in WCF is with four other competitors, two men, two women. They’re an interesting bunch, I’ve never actually seen any of them in action, so I’ll made do with what I know. I’m going to start off with the so-called “veteran” Justin Turner who is just making his return. What happened to you Justin? Why are you, a WCF veteran, in this match with the rest of us who are having their first match in the company? Shouldn’t you be in a match “above us all”? Wait, let’s be real here Justin, you’re just one of those ‘small, boring guys’ that think that you’re so entertaining by doing your little flips and jumps off the ropes and all. I think I can make a credible hypothesis as far as why you’re making your return. You’re a self-admitted gunslinger and I know that “gunslinger” means that when you’re on, you’re on, and when you’re not, holy crap, you’re just terrible. I think you’ve had far more misses than hits and from the looks of things Justin, your previous WCF run was full of misses, thus, you flamed out and disappeared for a while before you decided to come back to grace us with your presence. Let’s not forget that you’re a sufferer of what I like to call “Shadow Syndrome” because to this day, you’re still trying to get out of your mentor’s shadow. You putrid, ignorant loser! Haven’t you learned that those that try hard to get out of someone’s shadow always end up being failures? Dumbass!
Valentina laughs for a few seconds, showing no qualms for the words she just said.
Valentina Madison: Rita Morbid. (laughs) What’s so morbid about her? It’s definitely not Rita herself because let me tell you something Rita, you are the quintessential example of what I despise about society and let me explain this. You seem to have some potential to succeed in this industry, I’ll give you credit for that. You certainly seem like a person that’s done well for yourself. However, that’s where my compliments end because rather than invest your hard earned money on your education or your wrestling training to become even better than what you are now, you clearly invested all of your hard earned money on pizza, donuts, chocolate ice cream and dozens upon dozens of 2 liter coke bottles. You have no shame in how society has an obesity crisis do you? Neither do millions of others, that’s why many people end up being high school dropouts on food stamps driving and riding around in those motor scooters because they’re too lazy to WALK let alone get a real job in the real world! If your obesity wasn’t bad enough, you decided to become this “gothic” person. You know what types of people go “gothic” Rita? Those that want to commit suicide because they have nothing left to live for, that’s who! I’ve always hated those rat bastards! The only thing morbid about you is how badly you leech off of society! Other than that, I have no reason to be afraid of you. I’ve beaten wrestlers bigger than you, so piss off, drop the pounds, bury your sword, educate yourself and join the successful people like me in reality will you?
Lupus Onyx, one of those that decided to judge me based on my appearance. You don’t know one thing about me and you… (laughs) ….what was that “cute” little nickname you gave me? “ValenTEEN?” For someone who has apparently been involved in the business for years, I’m very disappointed that you couldn’t come up with anything better than that. Of all the derivatives that I’ve ever heard of my name, yours is clearly the worst and it’s that kind of nonsense that makes me believe that you’re one of those “all talk, no action” people. You don’t know me, you don’t know how I grew up, you don’t even know my father or how my relationship with him is. So, just because I “look like a child” and I “look like I have daddy issues” automatically means that I’m a child with daddy issues right? Clearly, your education is credible. But, here’s a question I pose to you. What makes you so different? What makes you so different from all the Johnny Has-Beens in this business that claim they have no guilt, remorse, conscience, what have you and say they take great pleasure in inflicting torture upon others? Is it the fact that you’ve had human flesh before, or at least that’s what you claim, right? I look at you, I see a front. People like you like to throw up this front to instill fear upon others because deep down in their broken, beaten conscience, they’re hiding something that will cripple their worthless self-esteem once what’s hidden sees the light of society and that, Lupus, is exactly your case. I will dig deep inside that shattered conscience of yours, I’ll expose what you’re hiding and then I’ll take whatever is left of your pride and your dignity and I am going to flush it down the grave and you’ll be left as the humbled, shattered, pathetic dog of a human being you really are!
And lastly, there’s Serbia. You, just like the others, are plain moronic! You’re casting me as this stereotype, which is just humorous because I never was a cheerleader at any point in my life, nor do I plan to be really. I don’t care about the pain you’ve experienced. I could care less if you’ve been publicly dumped and I could care less if you’ve been sexually assaulted because the reality is Serbia, people that mention things like that just use those as a crutch because they have to hang on to those things so they can have excuses for their deep, brutal failures! I’ll give you credit for something, you’ve hung in there. Your persistence is nothing to downplay whatsoever and that’s why I think you’ll be my toughest opponent. Does my Northwestern degree make me better than everyone else? Admittedly, no! I’m not going to say that. However, my degree makes me SMARTER than everyone else. After all, I majored in communication studies and minored in psychology so I know a thing or two about how types like you and Lupus work out. But for you to say that I am trying to find a purpose in life is just plain asinine. I’ve wanted to be a wrestler ever since the age of six. Then, I knew what my purpose was. Of course, my parents were my parents and they expected me to be this, they expected me to be that, even if I never wanted to be that. My purpose in life is WRESTLING! It’s you that doesn’t have that purpose, and that’s why when you discussed my issues, you got upset because your issues are worse than what I’ve had to deal with. You’re still lost, you’re still hopeless. You clearly never put your past behind you, because if you did, you would have never mentioned your past to me PERIOD! It’s okay Serbia, because at Slam, I’ll expose your insecurities!
So, my opponents, hopefully you see who I am past those stereotypes that blind you. Because at Slam, I’ll be victorious! I’ll prove that I’m the most confident, most secure, most intelligent person in this match, and I’ll rise to the occasion and score the victory. So all four of you will remember this once I’m through with you: I’m Valentina Madison, and I am so much smarter, so much stronger, especially psychologically, and so much better than all of you. And remember you fools, educate yourselves! You all disgust me with your pathetic displays of ignorance!
Flashback: Mid-November 2013
Allow me to paint the picture for you fools. When I first broke into the wrestling business, I was very naïve about the realities of it. I wholeheartedly admit that it’s my fault for being so naïve. However, it wasn’t long before my peers started to notice that I was the “nice girl”. I was the woman that would say “Oh my god, you’re so awesome and I have so much respect for you” and “I respect what everyone has done in this business regardless of who they are”. Sickening, isn’t it? How did the other wrestlers in MPW respond to this? By finding ways to take advantage of my kindness, that’s how. Whether they directly insulted me knowing I wouldn’t fight back, or whether they blindsided me and attacked me constantly (and one or the other, or both happened in seven weeks out of ten), it was always me looking like everybody’s fool. Hilarious irony, considering that song, one of the few of Evanescence I can’t stand, was one my entrance theme.
The culmination of all this took place in Columbus, Ohio, just days before Thanksgiving. I was in a parking lot brawl and I held my own well, I’ll admit. The brawl eventually ended up in a dumpster, and while this was going on, someone drove a truck into the dumpster, which not only forced me to be hospitalized, but once again made me look out to be an idiot. It was here, in this hospital room, because of that and other circumstances, where I finally said “enough is enough”. I’ve just woken up and I’m seeing my first light since I got knocked out in the dumpster.
Valentina Madison: Where am I?
I look around and I notice my surroundings. I quickly pick up that I’m in a hospital room in Columbus. I’m clearly confused by all of this. I do remember being knocked out, but I remember nothing after that. I press the button to call for the nurse. After a couple of minutes, she walks in.
Nurse: Oh, Valentina. I see you’ve awoken. That’s great news. For a second there, we thought you may have suffered a traumatic brain injury.
Valentina Madison: Did I?
Nurse: Thankfully, you didn’t. We managed to take some tests as well and fortunately, you were able to escape a concussion and you only have several minor injuries that shouldn’t take very long to recover from.
Valentina Madison: Good.
I’m feeling something that’s been growing for the last week. It’s emotions that I rarely ever felt, but they’ve been more prevalent as of late. The emotions in question? Anger! Hatred! Scorn! I quickly look around the room.
Valentina Madison: Do I have any visitors? Family? Friends? Peers? Anybody?
Nurse: Allow me to check on that. I’ll be right back.
She leaves and I’m already starting to feel the last of the “nice side” of me start to slip away. I had been harboring these feelings in for a while. I had started to tire of being the “whipping girl” of the company that everyone attacked and took advantage of. At this point, the breaking point hasn’t happened yet. She comes back and what she’s about to tell me does nothing more than energize the anger, hatred and scorn inside of me to consume me further.
Nurse: Valentina, you don’t have any visitors at all.
Valentina Madison: Nobody?
Nurse: Nobody.
Valentina Madison: Not even a couple of my own peers from MPW that I’ve had respect for?
Nurse: Nobody. If you truly had respect for any of them, that’s a real shame because it seems that the feeling isn’t mutual from their end. Between you and me, my son is also a wrestler. He tells me that ‘behind the curtains’, there’s plenty of backstabbing and you can never truly pick your friends because one day, they’re with you and when you’re in trouble, those ‘friends’ will pretend you never existed. So, the fact that you have no visitors doesn’t surprise me whatsoever.
My anger is to the point where I’m starting to lose control of it right now. I know that I have to stay cool, otherwise, the scene won’t be pretty. At the same time though, these dark, negative feelings are feelings I want to express and I’m waiting for that right moment to finally vent them.
Nurse: Do you want anything to drink like water, milk, juice…?
Valentina Madison: No, I’m fine. Thanks.
Nurse: Alright. Just let me know if you need anything.
The nurse leaves and that’s the trigger that allows those negative emotions to come out.
Valentina Madison: No visitors?
I look around for a sign of any sort of care or concern from ANYBODY. But as I look around, I don’t see any flowers, I don’t see any candy, I don’t even see any “Get Well Soon” cards. In fact, I see NOTHING!
Valentina Madison: It’s like that? I’m just ‘the rookie’ to my peers? I’m just the girl everyone wants to take advantage of?!?!?!?!
My anger is starting to come out more.
Valentina Madison: I don’t understand! I came into this business, I showed so much respect for it. I respected every opponent I ever faced, whether they were a good person or not. I put on the best show that I could for the fans. I came out smiling even though I keep being taken advantage of week after week and where has it gotten me?
My hands are starting to shake and tremble as I’m starting to see the light and the truth. Everything I had once believed in has been revealed to me as a web of lies! I’m starting to dig my nails into my hospital bed in deep anger.
Valentina Madison: Am I nothing but a puppet to the machine? Is that what it is? This is like one of those relationships where you love somebody and they don’t love you back. After all, I have a Northwestern degree, but nobody would know it by how stupid and naïve I’ve been acting ever since I broke into wrestling would they?
I hear a small rip occur on my hospital bed and I notice that my right middle finger punched a small hole into the fabric. It might as well be a fitting metaphor, because at that very moment, the bubble I had lived in for my whole life, the bubble that taught me to respect everyone, to be humble, to be generous, that everything would always be okay no matter what, that happiness would come to you, among other nonsense that my own parents filled that bubble with, burst!
Valentina Madison: I AM DONE! No more “whipping girl”! No more “respect and honor”! No more weak nonsense! No more being the smiling, happy, humble girl that nobody ever gave a crap about! The world has been mine to take for years, and it’s time for me to grasp it and crush it in the very palm of my hand. That dumpster incident was the last straw!
I calm down a bit, largely because I felt great about what I just vented. I normally do not condone the use of any sort of narcotics, but venting out my anger and scorn was like trying a narcotic for the very first time: it felt amazing, it felt rejuvenating and after you’re done, you’re left wanting more and more and more! Now, I really want to unleash the person I know is the real me!
Two days ago: my own backyard.
Recently, I hired some people to dig a grave in my own backyard and as of the previous day, that’s been done. I’m standing by that grave and there’s a coffin right beside it. Inside, there’s a mannequin of the “old me”. Admittedly, it looks nothing like me, but it’s better off that way, to be honest.
Valentina Madison: My father is going to be so upset that I spent his retirement savings on that coffin. I don’t care, he can burn in hell just like my mother. Useless parents, feeding me such nonsense, brainwashing me into believing that the world is all colors and rainbows. They sheltered me from reality for so long, but now it’s time to put an end to this at last. The old, “nice” Valentina is dead and I’m about to finally bury her.
I look around and I’m the only one in the neighborhood that’s even outside. Good, that’s how I wanted it to be. There’s a pile of dirt with a shovel stuck in it, and a bucket right next to it. I take the bucket and scoop some dirt. I put it next to the coffin and I finally start the ‘funeral proceedings’.
Valentina Madison: We are gathered here today to say goodbye to a worthless, pathetic human being. No ignoramuses, I am not talking about myself, because the “old” me is just that, old. That’s not me anymore. It was me because at one time, I was completely stupid enough to believe all the nonsense my parents fed me and stupid enough to allow everyone to take advantage of me, and that’s not just the wrestling business, that’s also throughout my entire life. This piece of filth allowed everyone in sight to take advantage of her and she never had any claws. She never had any fortitude. She was always that “pussycat” that would always be afraid at any sight of adversity, but not anymore! It’s over! Nobody on God’s green earth will ever see “sweet”, “nice”, “respectful” Valentina Madison anymore.
People might see what I’m about to do as borderline crazy, but I don’t care. I kneel down next to the mannequin and I start talking to it, almost as if two personalities of one person are about to communicate.
Valentina Madison: Do you know how happy I am to see you dead? Do you realize how ecstatic I am that you’re about to be buried six feet under and be eaten at by the worms for all eternity? You deserve that fate you sickening, pathetic, soft little crybaby. You never had any bravery to stand up to those that tried to take advantage of you. You put on a smile, thinking it was going to get you places, thinking that the world was all peace, love, puppies and rainbows! You should have educated yourself better you petulant fool, because the world was never about that, nor will it ever be about that. The world is about war, hatred, power and glory! You never had any of those things weakling, you were never capable of it because you were too busy living in your bubble of kindness!
I spit in the face of the mannequin and I stand right back up.
Valentina Madison: Is there anyone here, other than me, that would like to say goodbye? Anybody at all? Oh, that’s right. Nobody else showed up. I don’t blame anybody because nobody wants to look at this failure that’s about to go under. To all of you that once took advantage of me and had plans to continue doing so, take one last look at her! Because this is the last time you’ll ever see her again! Now then, I feel like vomiting just by staring at her face.
I kick the coffin shut.
Valentina Madison: Time to die, you worthless “good girl”. Time… to… DIE!
I push the coffin into the grave. I get a sick joy out of it, but it’s not enough just yet. I pick up the bucket with dirt and I pour it down the grave.
Valentina Madison: I’ll let the gravediggers do the rest. (laughs)
With that, I sit down cross-legged in front of the grave with nothing but an evil smirk on my face. But, it’s not the end of it, not by a long shot. I’m about to speak my mind to a WCF audience that’s apparently ignorant and stupid to the point where they’re judging me for something I no longer am, or no longer want to be!
Valentina Madison: Does that kill off any stereotypes some of you have thrown my way? It’s plainly obvious that many of you in WCF were never educated enough to learn that what someone looks like means nothing, it’s the actions of the person that means everything, regardless of how they look. You ignorant fools disgust me with your stereotyping. What the heck is this? High school? (scoffs) None of you in WCF even know me very well. You all know by now I graduated from Northwestern University and you all learned a little about me and the kind of person I used to be and no longer want to me, as well as a little about the kind of person I am and who I am going to be going forward. But you’ll never learn the whole story because I’m the only one that knows that story. I’m not here in WCF to be “another pretty face” or just another whipping girl for anybody because I know what it’s like to be the latter and I’d rather not have to deal with any of that nonsense ever again! Here are some more tidbits about me. I’ve only been in the game for four months, and yet, I’ve made an impact already. 2014 is destined to be my year because I’m learning every day, I’m becoming a stronger person every day and by the end of this year, those that are on the same roster with me will realize how great I have truly become!
But, that’s enough about me. I’m about to educate some fools, so let’s get this rolling shall we? My first match in WCF is with four other competitors, two men, two women. They’re an interesting bunch, I’ve never actually seen any of them in action, so I’ll made do with what I know. I’m going to start off with the so-called “veteran” Justin Turner who is just making his return. What happened to you Justin? Why are you, a WCF veteran, in this match with the rest of us who are having their first match in the company? Shouldn’t you be in a match “above us all”? Wait, let’s be real here Justin, you’re just one of those ‘small, boring guys’ that think that you’re so entertaining by doing your little flips and jumps off the ropes and all. I think I can make a credible hypothesis as far as why you’re making your return. You’re a self-admitted gunslinger and I know that “gunslinger” means that when you’re on, you’re on, and when you’re not, holy crap, you’re just terrible. I think you’ve had far more misses than hits and from the looks of things Justin, your previous WCF run was full of misses, thus, you flamed out and disappeared for a while before you decided to come back to grace us with your presence. Let’s not forget that you’re a sufferer of what I like to call “Shadow Syndrome” because to this day, you’re still trying to get out of your mentor’s shadow. You putrid, ignorant loser! Haven’t you learned that those that try hard to get out of someone’s shadow always end up being failures? Dumbass!
Valentina laughs for a few seconds, showing no qualms for the words she just said.
Valentina Madison: Rita Morbid. (laughs) What’s so morbid about her? It’s definitely not Rita herself because let me tell you something Rita, you are the quintessential example of what I despise about society and let me explain this. You seem to have some potential to succeed in this industry, I’ll give you credit for that. You certainly seem like a person that’s done well for yourself. However, that’s where my compliments end because rather than invest your hard earned money on your education or your wrestling training to become even better than what you are now, you clearly invested all of your hard earned money on pizza, donuts, chocolate ice cream and dozens upon dozens of 2 liter coke bottles. You have no shame in how society has an obesity crisis do you? Neither do millions of others, that’s why many people end up being high school dropouts on food stamps driving and riding around in those motor scooters because they’re too lazy to WALK let alone get a real job in the real world! If your obesity wasn’t bad enough, you decided to become this “gothic” person. You know what types of people go “gothic” Rita? Those that want to commit suicide because they have nothing left to live for, that’s who! I’ve always hated those rat bastards! The only thing morbid about you is how badly you leech off of society! Other than that, I have no reason to be afraid of you. I’ve beaten wrestlers bigger than you, so piss off, drop the pounds, bury your sword, educate yourself and join the successful people like me in reality will you?
Lupus Onyx, one of those that decided to judge me based on my appearance. You don’t know one thing about me and you… (laughs) ….what was that “cute” little nickname you gave me? “ValenTEEN?” For someone who has apparently been involved in the business for years, I’m very disappointed that you couldn’t come up with anything better than that. Of all the derivatives that I’ve ever heard of my name, yours is clearly the worst and it’s that kind of nonsense that makes me believe that you’re one of those “all talk, no action” people. You don’t know me, you don’t know how I grew up, you don’t even know my father or how my relationship with him is. So, just because I “look like a child” and I “look like I have daddy issues” automatically means that I’m a child with daddy issues right? Clearly, your education is credible. But, here’s a question I pose to you. What makes you so different? What makes you so different from all the Johnny Has-Beens in this business that claim they have no guilt, remorse, conscience, what have you and say they take great pleasure in inflicting torture upon others? Is it the fact that you’ve had human flesh before, or at least that’s what you claim, right? I look at you, I see a front. People like you like to throw up this front to instill fear upon others because deep down in their broken, beaten conscience, they’re hiding something that will cripple their worthless self-esteem once what’s hidden sees the light of society and that, Lupus, is exactly your case. I will dig deep inside that shattered conscience of yours, I’ll expose what you’re hiding and then I’ll take whatever is left of your pride and your dignity and I am going to flush it down the grave and you’ll be left as the humbled, shattered, pathetic dog of a human being you really are!
And lastly, there’s Serbia. You, just like the others, are plain moronic! You’re casting me as this stereotype, which is just humorous because I never was a cheerleader at any point in my life, nor do I plan to be really. I don’t care about the pain you’ve experienced. I could care less if you’ve been publicly dumped and I could care less if you’ve been sexually assaulted because the reality is Serbia, people that mention things like that just use those as a crutch because they have to hang on to those things so they can have excuses for their deep, brutal failures! I’ll give you credit for something, you’ve hung in there. Your persistence is nothing to downplay whatsoever and that’s why I think you’ll be my toughest opponent. Does my Northwestern degree make me better than everyone else? Admittedly, no! I’m not going to say that. However, my degree makes me SMARTER than everyone else. After all, I majored in communication studies and minored in psychology so I know a thing or two about how types like you and Lupus work out. But for you to say that I am trying to find a purpose in life is just plain asinine. I’ve wanted to be a wrestler ever since the age of six. Then, I knew what my purpose was. Of course, my parents were my parents and they expected me to be this, they expected me to be that, even if I never wanted to be that. My purpose in life is WRESTLING! It’s you that doesn’t have that purpose, and that’s why when you discussed my issues, you got upset because your issues are worse than what I’ve had to deal with. You’re still lost, you’re still hopeless. You clearly never put your past behind you, because if you did, you would have never mentioned your past to me PERIOD! It’s okay Serbia, because at Slam, I’ll expose your insecurities!
So, my opponents, hopefully you see who I am past those stereotypes that blind you. Because at Slam, I’ll be victorious! I’ll prove that I’m the most confident, most secure, most intelligent person in this match, and I’ll rise to the occasion and score the victory. So all four of you will remember this once I’m through with you: I’m Valentina Madison, and I am so much smarter, so much stronger, especially psychologically, and so much better than all of you. And remember you fools, educate yourselves! You all disgust me with your pathetic displays of ignorance!
