Post by "The HellCat" Hayley Jonas on Feb 17, 2011 20:01:47 GMT -5
The following is a shoot video posted on Hayley Jonas' YouTube channel a day after Lilith Creighton posted in her own blog.
Lili? I'll say one thing about you. No, I'll say three things about you. I don't like you. In fact, I pretty much despise you and everything you are, were or ever will be. But that doesn't mean I don't have a respect for you.
Before you get it twisted, no I didn't watch Kill Bill before posting this, and no I didn't say I respect you. I said I have a respect for you. There's a difference. We all know you're here in the XWA. We all know your ex-boyfriend, love slave or whatever the fuck he was to you is not. Given that fact, you could have easily decided to make your illustrious...and I use that word loosely...comeback there with him and try to reconcile whatever kinky little relationship you had.
But you didn't. So the little homewreckin' nympho's brain isn't in her clitoris? Who knew?
You wanna know what else I have respect for? Your guts. Firing a shot at me is something no woman's done in over a year, and you know why? Because when you shoot at me with darts, I fire back bullets. When you answer back with rockets, I fire off artillery shells. Come back with missiles? I drop a fuckin' atomic bomb on your ass and leave a mushroom cloud, a crater and a stain on the ground where you used to be standing.
See, your "ultimate challenge" was always here, standing right in the XWA. Problem was you were too chicken shit to admit that. Like a lot of other chicken shits, you ran off to whatever other "me too" league that popped up so you could beat down a few scrubs and walk around with your nose in the air and your thumb up your ass like you were the shit. When the whole time, you knew...one day...you were gonna have to come here, because here is the only way that "The One & Only" Lilith was gonna get a real fight.
Like I said...guts. Took a while for you to get them, but it's better late than never, right? That, in case you were wondering, is where the respect ends.
You come back from your little run as a magazine model, get in the ring once and all of a sudden, people are supposed to be impressed? Tell me something, was it you who convinced Olivia Munn to show off her cooch through those see-through panties on the Maxim cover last month? I'll tell you this...you've got as much chance of beating me as her sitcom does lasting half a season before they pull it.
Like I said before...I don't like you. I know all about your private beef with me...but I've got beef too, and it's all professional. See, I've got this thing with beating the hell out of little bitches who don't know how to stop running their mouths, and about all you've ever done is run yours. "The One & Only" Lilith Creighton. You always did think you were special didn't you?
Maybe you were to some people, but not to me. All you ever was to me was someone I didn't get the chance to beat living hell out of. But now that's all changed. Now, all of the sudden you've decided you wanted to come and try to make me pay for something that happened years ago. Too bad that's not gonna happen.
You don't have the skills. On your best day...however long ago that was...I could beat you into a bloody pulp. But, I'm not gonna hurt you Lilith. That's too easy a job and your ass would probably enjoy it. I'm going to embarrass you. I'm going to put you on display for the whole world to see and show them after all this time what I know to be true about you.
That you're a fluke. The female wrestling version of Chael Sonnen...without the steroids and tax evasion charges. You might talk a good game, but once crunchtime comes down, your true colors are gonna fly. I can out-wrestle you. I can out-fight you. I can out-"whatever you think you can possible do" you. Then, when it's all said and done it's gonna be three simple words for you.
Good. Night. Bitch.
See, Ms. "One & Only", there's "Only One" truly violent bitch in this business...and you don't walk into this cat's cradle yelping n' yacking and not expect to get scratched. To anyone who thinks they're tougher, meaner, badder or better at it than me...you're all about to get a lesson learned on how it really goes down, and Lili? You're the guinea pig.
And oh yeah, speaking of which, this goes out to Rachelle Heartless too. You come along calling yourself the "Most Violent"? We're gonna have to put that to the test. I don't think you even know what violence is, babe. But don't worry...you will.
Lili? I'll say one thing about you. No, I'll say three things about you. I don't like you. In fact, I pretty much despise you and everything you are, were or ever will be. But that doesn't mean I don't have a respect for you.
Before you get it twisted, no I didn't watch Kill Bill before posting this, and no I didn't say I respect you. I said I have a respect for you. There's a difference. We all know you're here in the XWA. We all know your ex-boyfriend, love slave or whatever the fuck he was to you is not. Given that fact, you could have easily decided to make your illustrious...and I use that word loosely...comeback there with him and try to reconcile whatever kinky little relationship you had.
But you didn't. So the little homewreckin' nympho's brain isn't in her clitoris? Who knew?
You wanna know what else I have respect for? Your guts. Firing a shot at me is something no woman's done in over a year, and you know why? Because when you shoot at me with darts, I fire back bullets. When you answer back with rockets, I fire off artillery shells. Come back with missiles? I drop a fuckin' atomic bomb on your ass and leave a mushroom cloud, a crater and a stain on the ground where you used to be standing.
See, your "ultimate challenge" was always here, standing right in the XWA. Problem was you were too chicken shit to admit that. Like a lot of other chicken shits, you ran off to whatever other "me too" league that popped up so you could beat down a few scrubs and walk around with your nose in the air and your thumb up your ass like you were the shit. When the whole time, you knew...one day...you were gonna have to come here, because here is the only way that "The One & Only" Lilith was gonna get a real fight.
Like I said...guts. Took a while for you to get them, but it's better late than never, right? That, in case you were wondering, is where the respect ends.
You come back from your little run as a magazine model, get in the ring once and all of a sudden, people are supposed to be impressed? Tell me something, was it you who convinced Olivia Munn to show off her cooch through those see-through panties on the Maxim cover last month? I'll tell you this...you've got as much chance of beating me as her sitcom does lasting half a season before they pull it.
Like I said before...I don't like you. I know all about your private beef with me...but I've got beef too, and it's all professional. See, I've got this thing with beating the hell out of little bitches who don't know how to stop running their mouths, and about all you've ever done is run yours. "The One & Only" Lilith Creighton. You always did think you were special didn't you?
Maybe you were to some people, but not to me. All you ever was to me was someone I didn't get the chance to beat living hell out of. But now that's all changed. Now, all of the sudden you've decided you wanted to come and try to make me pay for something that happened years ago. Too bad that's not gonna happen.
You don't have the skills. On your best day...however long ago that was...I could beat you into a bloody pulp. But, I'm not gonna hurt you Lilith. That's too easy a job and your ass would probably enjoy it. I'm going to embarrass you. I'm going to put you on display for the whole world to see and show them after all this time what I know to be true about you.
That you're a fluke. The female wrestling version of Chael Sonnen...without the steroids and tax evasion charges. You might talk a good game, but once crunchtime comes down, your true colors are gonna fly. I can out-wrestle you. I can out-fight you. I can out-"whatever you think you can possible do" you. Then, when it's all said and done it's gonna be three simple words for you.
Good. Night. Bitch.
See, Ms. "One & Only", there's "Only One" truly violent bitch in this business...and you don't walk into this cat's cradle yelping n' yacking and not expect to get scratched. To anyone who thinks they're tougher, meaner, badder or better at it than me...you're all about to get a lesson learned on how it really goes down, and Lili? You're the guinea pig.
And oh yeah, speaking of which, this goes out to Rachelle Heartless too. You come along calling yourself the "Most Violent"? We're gonna have to put that to the test. I don't think you even know what violence is, babe. But don't worry...you will.
