Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Mar 26, 2017 20:32:27 GMT -5
OFF
WITH
YOUR
FUCKING
HEADS
YOUR
FUCKING
HEADS
THE QUEEN'S MESSAGE.
I did it. I absolutely fucking did it.
For three years I've been desperately trying to solidify my status as a bonafide threat in this sport. I've beaten the best, I stood toe-to-toe with indefatigable foes that many people thought were leagues above me, and after countless opportunities... after all of the waiting and the pleading and the blood, sweat, tears and sacrifices that I've made just so that I could be here... I finally won my first championship.
The weight of the world came off of me as soon as I realized that a longtime goal of mine was reached. I can now say that without a shadow of a doubt that I am the best in the world as I am your new current and reigning New Gen Champion. I don't have to have the lingering thought of a championship eluding me anymore. I don't need to waste countless nights away awake as I ponder to myself when I will get my next shot at a title. The bleak uncertainty is gone forever. I am the Queen of Redemption Wrestling, and my name finally has some merit to it.
But alas, there is no time for me to celebrate such a commanding victory. In fact, it seems as though I can hardly catch a break these days. It has only been two weeks since I've won the New Gen Championship and I am already posed with what an individual might consider to be an insurmountable task that no one can accomplish. In my first title defense, my throne is being challenged by three men who dare to take away the rightful prize that I own. Three men who are hungry for the gold. They so desperately want to beat me, conquer me and become the next in line to be the New Gen Champion.
Tucker. Silas. Karloff... isn't that what the three of you want?
I bet you're all salivating at the thought of beating me and making me out to be a fool. I get it. Everyone wants to put Caroline in her place and make her out to be nothing more but an arrogant prick who talks a big game but can't compete. I'm? Isn't that correct? I have to admit that it's honestly quite cute how many wrestlers want to put me down, and the three of you are no different from the rest of these pathetic scoundrels. You know, on any given night where there was another wrestler as the champion, either one of you guys would've had a more realistic chance of winning the match. However, I am afraid that your little aspirations of dethroning me. I'm sorry... it's just not going to work that way so easily for either of you.
I will obliterate any opposition that stands inside my ring. In fact, I thrive off of high-pressure matches like these. I always excel whenever there is a challenge presented to me because I bring out the best version of me and go all out. I don't care who it is that I am facing. I will beat the everlasting shit out of anyone that attempts to take my crown, and in this case, the New Gen Championship is my crown. It is the physical representation of the glory that I've worked my ass off to obtain for three tireless years, so I'll be damned if I allow for any of you three to beat me when I've only been a champion for two weeks.
That shit isn't going to happen. Not now, and certainly not in the foreseeable future. I will not allow for an abrupt end to happen. This is only the beginning of the Burchill reign and this will be an era of unprecedented dominance as I will be the bearer of this gold for a very long time. This match will only serve as a catalyst for the further aggrandizement of my career and it will prove that I can rise above even the most daunting if tasks. It doesn't matter how many people you send my way. The result will turn out the same. I won't be fazed or worried in the slightest. I'm a killer; I go at anyone who has the audacity to step up to me, and in this case? Tucker, Silas and Karloff will be the ones to let all of you know how about the Killer Queen's wrath.
So, let it be known: Don't ever step up to me. Otherwise, it's off with your fucking heads.
For three years I've been desperately trying to solidify my status as a bonafide threat in this sport. I've beaten the best, I stood toe-to-toe with indefatigable foes that many people thought were leagues above me, and after countless opportunities... after all of the waiting and the pleading and the blood, sweat, tears and sacrifices that I've made just so that I could be here... I finally won my first championship.
The weight of the world came off of me as soon as I realized that a longtime goal of mine was reached. I can now say that without a shadow of a doubt that I am the best in the world as I am your new current and reigning New Gen Champion. I don't have to have the lingering thought of a championship eluding me anymore. I don't need to waste countless nights away awake as I ponder to myself when I will get my next shot at a title. The bleak uncertainty is gone forever. I am the Queen of Redemption Wrestling, and my name finally has some merit to it.
But alas, there is no time for me to celebrate such a commanding victory. In fact, it seems as though I can hardly catch a break these days. It has only been two weeks since I've won the New Gen Championship and I am already posed with what an individual might consider to be an insurmountable task that no one can accomplish. In my first title defense, my throne is being challenged by three men who dare to take away the rightful prize that I own. Three men who are hungry for the gold. They so desperately want to beat me, conquer me and become the next in line to be the New Gen Champion.
Tucker. Silas. Karloff... isn't that what the three of you want?
I bet you're all salivating at the thought of beating me and making me out to be a fool. I get it. Everyone wants to put Caroline in her place and make her out to be nothing more but an arrogant prick who talks a big game but can't compete. I'm? Isn't that correct? I have to admit that it's honestly quite cute how many wrestlers want to put me down, and the three of you are no different from the rest of these pathetic scoundrels. You know, on any given night where there was another wrestler as the champion, either one of you guys would've had a more realistic chance of winning the match. However, I am afraid that your little aspirations of dethroning me. I'm sorry... it's just not going to work that way so easily for either of you.
I will obliterate any opposition that stands inside my ring. In fact, I thrive off of high-pressure matches like these. I always excel whenever there is a challenge presented to me because I bring out the best version of me and go all out. I don't care who it is that I am facing. I will beat the everlasting shit out of anyone that attempts to take my crown, and in this case, the New Gen Championship is my crown. It is the physical representation of the glory that I've worked my ass off to obtain for three tireless years, so I'll be damned if I allow for any of you three to beat me when I've only been a champion for two weeks.
That shit isn't going to happen. Not now, and certainly not in the foreseeable future. I will not allow for an abrupt end to happen. This is only the beginning of the Burchill reign and this will be an era of unprecedented dominance as I will be the bearer of this gold for a very long time. This match will only serve as a catalyst for the further aggrandizement of my career and it will prove that I can rise above even the most daunting if tasks. It doesn't matter how many people you send my way. The result will turn out the same. I won't be fazed or worried in the slightest. I'm a killer; I go at anyone who has the audacity to step up to me, and in this case? Tucker, Silas and Karloff will be the ones to let all of you know how about the Killer Queen's wrath.
So, let it be known: Don't ever step up to me. Otherwise, it's off with your fucking heads.
