Post by cyn on Sept 27, 2009 23:42:21 GMT -5
Takedown returns from commercial, with one of the new Diamonds quickly turning heads, Cyn Nister, standing in the ring. In her hand was a microphone, and another item, a paper bag. She begins her address.
Within my now full 1st month as an XWA wrestler, and let me re-state that, WRESTLER. Not Superstar, not Talent, Wrestler...I've "busied" myself with one woman. Kim Hunter. The same Kim Hunter who just eight months ago quite literally turned her back on the very people who helped make her one of the most sought after talents in wrestling. Or at least, she was...one of the most sought out talents. I've done my research. And I know that back some four years ago, you took North American wrestling by storm. Never before had any company in the United States seen a female wrestler like you. One who gave the men a run for their money. One who commanded respect from friends, foes and rivals alike. But that's North America. Around the rest of the globe, like back in my homeland Australia, back in Japan where I laid my roots, and even here in Europe, we do it alllllllllllll the time. But...you know this already, don't you Kim? I mean, are you not from Dublin, Ireland? A proud Irish lass? When you broke into the North American scene, you were something fresh. Something new that no one saw coming. But then, as the years past, something happened. Care to know what that is, people?
Cyn pauses and glances about the arena as if looking for a response.
Kim Hunter got WEAK. She got complacent with her marginal success. Dare I even say, Kim Hunter became...AMERICAN. Instead of changing Women's Wrestling in North America to be more like you, you ended up becoming more like it. You became yet another pretty face, in a long line of pretty faces passing off as wrestlers. It took some skinny girl from Philadelphia, PA to do in 2007 what was in your grasp to do. Change the rules. She did it, and continues to do it to this very day. You? You just continue to fall deeper and deeper in the hole. A hole you dug with your own hands. And at the foot of this hole, the virtual grave, lie a tombstone that reads "Here lies the career of Kim Hunter, may it rest in peace." And let's face it, your career's headed that direction very, very fast. Between your poor personal decision away from the ring, your poor professional decisions and your lack luster in ring performances against anyone actually worth beating, it's a wonder why you even still have a job here. There's word for people like you, and it's called "dead weight". You continue to try and cling on to what little glory you have left, but the fact of it all is that the glory you're hanging on to, is all in your head. Because in reality, no one gives a damn about Kim Hunter anymore.
Buzz: This is kinda getting a little TOO personal, even for my tastes.
And why should people care? Why should the fans care? Your supposed friends...why should they care? Why should XWA Management care? Buzz & Matt over there...why should they? Why should the rest of the roster care? I mean, eight months ago you stood in this ring a ceremoniously told everyone to kiss your arse when you jumped ship to another ship...that ended up capsizing on it's own. And now, you're back on this ship, looking for a clean slate. Looking to atone for your egregious mistake. Looking for...forgiveness. To put it all pass you. Just like a weakling would. I heard from the grapevine that you patched things up with your one time former partner Hayley Jonas, and even Ashley Diamond, the woman you've taken potshots at all year forgave you as well. But if I know anything, it's that they did forgive you because they felts sorry for you. They did it because they pity you. Because they know that you're name in this business has about as much worth to it as moldy, spoiled food in an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet. Even XWA's Worldwide marketing department have lost all interest in you.
She reaches into the paper bag and pulls out a t-shirt.
This ladies and gentlemen, is the OFFICIAL Kim Hunter T-Shirt. Minted when she won the XWA Pearl Title a couple years ago. When XWA was banking on her becoming one of the company's top draws in the Diamond Division. It was at the height of her XWA popularity. But then, reality kicked in. And the rest of the roster proved what it is that I've proven the last two weeks. That you've lost your edge. That your "sword's blade" has become dull. Now, I had to go through a lot of channels to get my hands on this here shirt because apparently, it was never even added to the XWA merchandise catalog. Technically, this is the only shirt that was ever made. *Hmmph* It doesn't even actually exist. Which the same can be said about the present status of your success here in XWA. Non-existent. There was once a time when you were something special, Kim. But those days are long gone. Dead and buried. So it's only fitting that someone physically do to you, what you've done to your own career. Cause possible and potentially irreparable damage. And that's where I come into the picture. I've had fun beating you senseless the last two weeks, I really, really have. But there's a time for fun, and a time to get serious. And playtime is officially over. I've already assaulted your pride, and I've already beaten your body to a pulp. There's only one thing left for me to take from you, Kim. And that's your will. And I'll do that, at Only The Strong. And I plan on doing that...in a First Blood match.
Matt: First Blood? Oh yea, I don't think it can get any more personal between two people. I knew from day one this woman was bad news, she's not letting anyone down for a second.
Now I know what you're saying, Kim. First Blood? I've bled before in matches. I know this. Hell, I made you bleed in our last match. But I had steel chairs, canes and 2x4's to help do the job. This time, I get the satisfaction of feeling the warmth of your blood between my fingers, and I jam my knuckles so far into your forehead it leaves dents. And when I leave you laying in your own blood pool, my message will be sent. To you, these fans, and more importantly, to every other female on roster foolish enough to stand in my way. That message?
"My scorn...is a fury all to itself."
A small smirk crosses her face. She lowers her mic and prepares to leave the ring, but is pre-empted before she could.
Within my now full 1st month as an XWA wrestler, and let me re-state that, WRESTLER. Not Superstar, not Talent, Wrestler...I've "busied" myself with one woman. Kim Hunter. The same Kim Hunter who just eight months ago quite literally turned her back on the very people who helped make her one of the most sought after talents in wrestling. Or at least, she was...one of the most sought out talents. I've done my research. And I know that back some four years ago, you took North American wrestling by storm. Never before had any company in the United States seen a female wrestler like you. One who gave the men a run for their money. One who commanded respect from friends, foes and rivals alike. But that's North America. Around the rest of the globe, like back in my homeland Australia, back in Japan where I laid my roots, and even here in Europe, we do it alllllllllllll the time. But...you know this already, don't you Kim? I mean, are you not from Dublin, Ireland? A proud Irish lass? When you broke into the North American scene, you were something fresh. Something new that no one saw coming. But then, as the years past, something happened. Care to know what that is, people?
Cyn pauses and glances about the arena as if looking for a response.
Kim Hunter got WEAK. She got complacent with her marginal success. Dare I even say, Kim Hunter became...AMERICAN. Instead of changing Women's Wrestling in North America to be more like you, you ended up becoming more like it. You became yet another pretty face, in a long line of pretty faces passing off as wrestlers. It took some skinny girl from Philadelphia, PA to do in 2007 what was in your grasp to do. Change the rules. She did it, and continues to do it to this very day. You? You just continue to fall deeper and deeper in the hole. A hole you dug with your own hands. And at the foot of this hole, the virtual grave, lie a tombstone that reads "Here lies the career of Kim Hunter, may it rest in peace." And let's face it, your career's headed that direction very, very fast. Between your poor personal decision away from the ring, your poor professional decisions and your lack luster in ring performances against anyone actually worth beating, it's a wonder why you even still have a job here. There's word for people like you, and it's called "dead weight". You continue to try and cling on to what little glory you have left, but the fact of it all is that the glory you're hanging on to, is all in your head. Because in reality, no one gives a damn about Kim Hunter anymore.
Buzz: This is kinda getting a little TOO personal, even for my tastes.
And why should people care? Why should the fans care? Your supposed friends...why should they care? Why should XWA Management care? Buzz & Matt over there...why should they? Why should the rest of the roster care? I mean, eight months ago you stood in this ring a ceremoniously told everyone to kiss your arse when you jumped ship to another ship...that ended up capsizing on it's own. And now, you're back on this ship, looking for a clean slate. Looking to atone for your egregious mistake. Looking for...forgiveness. To put it all pass you. Just like a weakling would. I heard from the grapevine that you patched things up with your one time former partner Hayley Jonas, and even Ashley Diamond, the woman you've taken potshots at all year forgave you as well. But if I know anything, it's that they did forgive you because they felts sorry for you. They did it because they pity you. Because they know that you're name in this business has about as much worth to it as moldy, spoiled food in an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet. Even XWA's Worldwide marketing department have lost all interest in you.
She reaches into the paper bag and pulls out a t-shirt.
This ladies and gentlemen, is the OFFICIAL Kim Hunter T-Shirt. Minted when she won the XWA Pearl Title a couple years ago. When XWA was banking on her becoming one of the company's top draws in the Diamond Division. It was at the height of her XWA popularity. But then, reality kicked in. And the rest of the roster proved what it is that I've proven the last two weeks. That you've lost your edge. That your "sword's blade" has become dull. Now, I had to go through a lot of channels to get my hands on this here shirt because apparently, it was never even added to the XWA merchandise catalog. Technically, this is the only shirt that was ever made. *Hmmph* It doesn't even actually exist. Which the same can be said about the present status of your success here in XWA. Non-existent. There was once a time when you were something special, Kim. But those days are long gone. Dead and buried. So it's only fitting that someone physically do to you, what you've done to your own career. Cause possible and potentially irreparable damage. And that's where I come into the picture. I've had fun beating you senseless the last two weeks, I really, really have. But there's a time for fun, and a time to get serious. And playtime is officially over. I've already assaulted your pride, and I've already beaten your body to a pulp. There's only one thing left for me to take from you, Kim. And that's your will. And I'll do that, at Only The Strong. And I plan on doing that...in a First Blood match.
Matt: First Blood? Oh yea, I don't think it can get any more personal between two people. I knew from day one this woman was bad news, she's not letting anyone down for a second.
Now I know what you're saying, Kim. First Blood? I've bled before in matches. I know this. Hell, I made you bleed in our last match. But I had steel chairs, canes and 2x4's to help do the job. This time, I get the satisfaction of feeling the warmth of your blood between my fingers, and I jam my knuckles so far into your forehead it leaves dents. And when I leave you laying in your own blood pool, my message will be sent. To you, these fans, and more importantly, to every other female on roster foolish enough to stand in my way. That message?
"My scorn...is a fury all to itself."
A small smirk crosses her face. She lowers her mic and prepares to leave the ring, but is pre-empted before she could.