Post by "The HellCat" Hayley Jonas on Feb 18, 2011 4:55:42 GMT -5
After another blog post by Lilith Creighton, Hayley Jonas posted another video on her YouTube channel. It's looking like the war of words has only just begun...
You've done more than me? Ha ha, that's rich. You played hopscotch and "mind games" with chicks who thought they were the toughest girl on the block and you messed around with the private lives of a few people. You single handedly brought down entire corporations because you're just a condescending little girl who should be in no way, shape or form in charge of anything she does, or she'll just fuck it up like she's done sooooooo many times before. No wonder you have a personal assistant, huh? Somebody's gotta keep your ass organized.
I guess you have "technically" done more than me, huh? That doesn't make you better than anyone though, babe. John Salley's got more championship rings than Patrick Ewing, but who was the better player? All that is was you being in the right place at the right time, screwing the right people. Don't get it twisted...the respect I have for you, if you read between the lines, is that you have the gumption to come into my neck of the woods and get the ass kicking you've had a long time coming. Someplace where you're not on the take, or on the owner, half-owner, senior performer or World Champion's dick.
You and McCool must have each other on speed dial, huh? Sharing "trade secrets"? Lightning does strike twice I guess...if it worked for you it can work for any woman who wants to take the "fast track" to success.
But you can go on and gloat about being better than whoever you want though, the fact is that you're not better than me. You never were, and you never will be. And better looking? Ever heard of sunlight, honey? Even without my ink I've still got more color than you.
I'm gonna be honest with you...I took a back seat for a while and I did it for a reason . The second I went for the Diamond Title, I might as well have ate it, because it would take a chainsaw to the stomach before any woman would take it from me. Take anyone of the former Diamond Champs that don't happen to be Japanese, (note I said former, not current...cuz I'll have some business with her one day, I guarantee that) and I'd have swallowed them whole and spit out their bones...but then you'd hear all kinds of rumblings about screwjobs and backstage politics and so on that happens whenever a so-called "talent" gets owned like nobody's business.
So I let them have their fun. I let them think that they were hot shit. Too bad I won't get the chance to prove them wrong. Only reason I didn't was because of all the broken egos corporate would've had to deal with to go with the broken jaws and collapsed larynx-es.
Luckily, I get you though. I get the chance to show you that you ain't seen a crazy bitch yet. Whoever it was you played with before doesn't have shit on me...because I don't play. Oh no, I take my craft very seriously.
Heather Fierhart still whines about the night I beat her, when she was supposedly "unbeatable". The difference between me...and them...and YOU...is that I don't walk around thinking I can't be beat. I'm the total contrast. It's not a matter of can you beat me, Lilith...it's a matter of how badly I'm gonna beat you. And to most of the girls I've been in the ring with, that's been pretty bad, and most of them have more ability in their left nipple than you have in your entire body.
You're not even a wrestler. You're that kid who took karate lessons at the YMCA and all of sudden thinks he's Bruce Lee. You ride around on your skateboard for 10 minutes and don't fall off and think you're Tony Hawk. But while I'm on the "comparing you to athletes" kick, let me throw one more out at you.
You're like Chael Sonnen. You talk a lot of shit, but in the end Hayley's gonna have to choke a bitch out just like Anderson Silva did to him. And with the very same move.
Tell me if you've seen this one before, Lili.
Roll it.
You've done more than me? Ha ha, that's rich. You played hopscotch and "mind games" with chicks who thought they were the toughest girl on the block and you messed around with the private lives of a few people. You single handedly brought down entire corporations because you're just a condescending little girl who should be in no way, shape or form in charge of anything she does, or she'll just fuck it up like she's done sooooooo many times before. No wonder you have a personal assistant, huh? Somebody's gotta keep your ass organized.
I guess you have "technically" done more than me, huh? That doesn't make you better than anyone though, babe. John Salley's got more championship rings than Patrick Ewing, but who was the better player? All that is was you being in the right place at the right time, screwing the right people. Don't get it twisted...the respect I have for you, if you read between the lines, is that you have the gumption to come into my neck of the woods and get the ass kicking you've had a long time coming. Someplace where you're not on the take, or on the owner, half-owner, senior performer or World Champion's dick.
You and McCool must have each other on speed dial, huh? Sharing "trade secrets"? Lightning does strike twice I guess...if it worked for you it can work for any woman who wants to take the "fast track" to success.
But you can go on and gloat about being better than whoever you want though, the fact is that you're not better than me. You never were, and you never will be. And better looking? Ever heard of sunlight, honey? Even without my ink I've still got more color than you.
I'm gonna be honest with you...I took a back seat for a while and I did it for a reason . The second I went for the Diamond Title, I might as well have ate it, because it would take a chainsaw to the stomach before any woman would take it from me. Take anyone of the former Diamond Champs that don't happen to be Japanese, (note I said former, not current...cuz I'll have some business with her one day, I guarantee that) and I'd have swallowed them whole and spit out their bones...but then you'd hear all kinds of rumblings about screwjobs and backstage politics and so on that happens whenever a so-called "talent" gets owned like nobody's business.
So I let them have their fun. I let them think that they were hot shit. Too bad I won't get the chance to prove them wrong. Only reason I didn't was because of all the broken egos corporate would've had to deal with to go with the broken jaws and collapsed larynx-es.
Luckily, I get you though. I get the chance to show you that you ain't seen a crazy bitch yet. Whoever it was you played with before doesn't have shit on me...because I don't play. Oh no, I take my craft very seriously.
Heather Fierhart still whines about the night I beat her, when she was supposedly "unbeatable". The difference between me...and them...and YOU...is that I don't walk around thinking I can't be beat. I'm the total contrast. It's not a matter of can you beat me, Lilith...it's a matter of how badly I'm gonna beat you. And to most of the girls I've been in the ring with, that's been pretty bad, and most of them have more ability in their left nipple than you have in your entire body.
You're not even a wrestler. You're that kid who took karate lessons at the YMCA and all of sudden thinks he's Bruce Lee. You ride around on your skateboard for 10 minutes and don't fall off and think you're Tony Hawk. But while I'm on the "comparing you to athletes" kick, let me throw one more out at you.
You're like Chael Sonnen. You talk a lot of shit, but in the end Hayley's gonna have to choke a bitch out just like Anderson Silva did to him. And with the very same move.
Tell me if you've seen this one before, Lili.
Roll it.