The Worst Feeling.. (WD Match #2)

December 26, 2020
2:02pm.

Reality was beginning to come at a frantic pace. The World Domination match was taking shape with some of the best competitors in the business finding their mojo to become the top of the chain at Arcadia. What a benefit it would be in order for any single wrestler in that match to come along and pick up an incredibly important win. Something triggered Lillie Saint though, maybe it was the pressure that she was under to become the last one standing. There was a word used by a certain somebody that drove her to this point.

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She didn’t look impressed as she saw the numbers of the viewers of her stream. Questions were already beginning to pile in. “What’s wrong, Lillie?” “OOOH she looks PISSED!!” “Who HUUURT you?” All those questions may not be answered, but it was understood that something was about to be said. Lillie had struggled to remain composed as she looked down at the keyboard before facing the camera again.

“So, I’m going to tell all of you a little story. See, one thing I really enjoy in this business is being able to perform. It’s something I’m proud of and every time I get into that ring, I get to give something to you guys. I had such a cool idea for a vignette I was going to do. It was going to be this really entertaining Wizard of Oz type of thing. Unfortunately, I got a text message when we were setting up and there was a link to a certain interview that was found on Wrestleworld’s website. Now, this is a big match, I’m going to be one thousand percent real with everybody when I say this. I don’t expect to win the match, but I’m going to push every single button and kick every door down as long as it means that I can get out and entertain everyone. I did a fun podcast with Leo Criss. It was a good time, and we had a few laughs. Something got to me though, and I’m one of those people that I can let a lot of things slide.. Damn it, not this one.”

She seemed to be fuming. More questions were dropped from the viewers. Some were respectively neutral, some were calling for the head of this person. Some were even saying that Lillie had been overreacting.

“For the longest time, I’ve been trying to prepare myself for a long career here. My entire goal when I signed with Wrestleworld was to bring the best out of myself and see what happens. I made decisions that were risky, but my heart was always in the right place. Most people would agree with that, but apparently some people don’t agree with it. So now, I’m going to spill some beans about the World Domination match.

Let’s kick it off with what it is. Two mystery people in the match. I’m excited to find out who these people are. I made a joke that it might just be a couple more Vendetta kids, and it could still be. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, they won’t come away with the win unless they found a way to shock the world. Wrestleworld always has this idea behind them that they can bring in faces from the past and make it work. Most of the time it does, but it feels for some reason that it may not be the case against twenty two people who are fighting tooth and nail to get a title shot. Everyone wants a shot at the title, and there’s no reason to believe that it’ll go any other way. So, with that said, I don’t really mind whoever it is. I do want, however, for Ojo Cero and Father Time to be considered for the match. They would be amazing, even if Father Time is pushing eighty five years old, it’d be pretty cool.”

The intensity was building up a little for Lillie as she tried to breathe a little bit. Struggling to regain composure, she sat back in the chair.

“Jay Jones. Not so long ago you took me down and I was defeated by you and Cash Corleone. Good job, sand in the eyes, no problem. It took some time to get that crap out of my eyes, but once thing was for certain, I was going to get my match with you at some point. Here we go, months later, and my have you grown. On one hand, I’m impressed with the fact that you’ve been able to get the momentum that you have. You beat a seventy year old Claudia Michaels. Haven’t seen that before. I guess in a ways a lot has changed for both of us. We both have a lot of challenges that we have had to overcome. Thing is, you forget about things very easily. As soon as an inkling of success hit, your mind went from ‘I can do my best to win’ to ‘I will cut anyone’s throat I can in order to win’. That’s a cool thing to do, and I hope you enjoy every piece of success you think you’ll get from it. Just remember this, most of the year, you were riding the coattails of a guy you beat with a bat and a chair. Good for you, and when we’re in the ring together for the World Domination Match, sure, you’re going to have the size advantage, but you’ll teeter right over the top rope soon enough whether it’s by me or many others. I don’t care. Good luck, I feel obligated to say it because if you don’t win, you’ll find a way to get another shot at the title that you won’t win.”

The struggle continued to continue as she moved on from Jay Jones. With so much on her mind in regards to the match, she had a little trouble piecing together some of her thoughts. She needed them to get it going.

“April Song. I don’t know any other way to put this. I respect you. Always have, and always will. You’ve been honest with me and have worked with me for a long time. I’ve learned a lot, so I don’t have any issue telling you that you’re going to be one of the toughest opponents I’ve ever faced. I’ve faced some bad bitches lately, but you have my attention. To even pretend that a match with you isn’t some kind of dream match, I’d be lying. You took a plucky rookie and turned her into the gal who knocked off Myojin clean in the middle of the ring with a simple three count. I owe a lot of that to you, and some day, I might be able to pay you back for that. Unfortunately, that payment might have to wait. Since we’re going into this match with the same goal, and same agenda, I will not hesitate to take you as the same threat that everyone else has been. You’re not Jay Jones. No, you have honor and I’ll be one hundred percent real with you, you’ve inspired so many people to follow that kind of honor. Problem is, I am afraid that I’ll have to break some of that honor by throwing a mentor and a friend over the top rope, and poof you’re gone. I’ll always think of you in such a positive light, but I can’t pretend that you would hesitate to do the same to me. This is kill or be killed, right? You warned me about this, the stakes are very high and I can’t let this slip.

Same goes for you, Crazy Violet. You are one of the best people I’ve ever known in this business. I love you, and I know you’re going to bring your absolute best into that ring. Whether or not we come to blows against each other, I don’t know, I assume it’s pretty likely. I’m not going to continue a rant about you, because at the end of the day.. The Crimson Bouquet is my priority. Maybe we can co-win this thing or something, I don’t know. We just jump over the top rope together and land at the same time? I hope this doesn’t ruin everything..”

She wiped her brow momentarily before glancing back at the camera. Noticing more viewers join in.

“Sorry guys if I’m not in my usual wonderful mood. I’ll get to that soon enough. Anyways, there’s a lot of people who have been coming around with their videos and telling the world about how they’re going to kick my ass and throw me right out. Or better yet, they don’t mention me at all, like I’m some kind of pushover. So be it, I always enjoy a good surprise and have no problem dishing one out myself. One that hasn’t surprised me is Cynthia Rose. Everyone sleeps on you, Cynthia, but there’s something to you that really intrigues me. Let me explain this. Ever since you came around, there’s been a smattering of ‘Lillie Saint’ chants during your matches. You smile and get back to work. When my matches happen, I do hear the crowd and how they chant for ‘Cynthia Rose’. The idea that I’m going to share this ring with you is pretty freakin’ awesome. I’m excited to be in there with you. As much as reality will clock in late and make the most of the time it has, we will have that respect for each other, despite the odds against both of us. I want you to know that I wish you were on Dominion, personally. I wish we could have that one on one match that the world would love to see. You’re new to the business, I’m new to the business. Yet, we tend to stand out without pissing and moaning about life becoming too difficult. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I have mad respect for you, and I know you’re going to bring your best to the table just like I will. No problems here.”

Talking about Cynthia Rose seemed to put some of her mind at ease. She was feeling pressure, but it wasn’t the painful pressure that one would expect.

“During my skit, I was going to have a house fall on the Witch of the East. I was going to call her Kennedy Matthews. You know what I found funny, Kennedy? I told you a joke on twitter and you didn’t seem to care a whole lot for it. That’s cool. I also didn’t seem to care a whole lot when you came out to the stage when everyone from Dominion was facing off leading into this match. You commanded the floor, and that was an interesting way to set the stage for you. I don’t know a whole lot about you aside from the fact that you’ve been here a few times, ultimately walking away with disappointing finishes. You, if I remember correctly, were in the Feast of the Fallen match. You lost, but it was a good match and I hate to call you a loser because of that since there were so many people involved in that contest. You even went on a cool winning streak with a tag partner who unfortunately isn’t here anymore. We never got a chance to face off, and I always regretted not having the chance to be in there with you. Now we get to fix that problem by squaring off in there, even for just thirty seconds. I made a promise to you, I said that you would be escorted over the top rope to the outside of the ring, and I tend to be a woman of my word. So, I say let’s make this happen, let’s be friends. I like making friends.

Animus. I have no love lost for you after what you did to Arata Asakura. That completely sucked. Yet, I feel like the world has already forgotten about that misdeed of yours. That, and getting your ass handed to you by the Shogun Champion at By The Sword. Damn, that must have been pretty painful, wasn’t it? Regardless of that, you’re the captain of the European Team, despite having more of an interest in the Shogun division. Must suck to be overlooked by someone like Dampshaw. Then again, I like Dampshaw despite some of things he’s done around here. You, though, I don’t really answer well to tyrannical people. You had a great gameplan set, right? So much so that you personally texted it to everyone the team, correct? Oh, I forgot that you either don’t have my number, or didn’t bother to make a plan. Maybe we should have asked Ozymandias to remain on as the captain, because I look at him as someone who might actually win the thing. You, not so much. I’m so angry right now, and it’s not even at you. It’s actually a little embarrassing for me to say all these things about you when I don’t even know you. All I know is you’re a turncoat, and not a very good one at that. Go ahead and run with the ball, I’m pretty sure you’ll fumble it soon enough. That tends to be your thing.”

Feeling a sense of frantic tingling through her fingers, she felt her anger begin to rise. She needed a distraction from such a horrible feeling. The girl needed to talk about something positive.

“Ozy.. Ozy.. Ozy.. You know how difficult it is to not be on the same show as you? I felt like we had a good time on Chapters back in the day. We worked good as a team, we had fun. I watched you rip apart logs of wood, you didn’t hurt Fat Squirrel. All these cool things and amazing memories. I know things have changed. They changed as soon as the draft happened I wound up on Dominion while you were busy being the European Champion. I don’t think I’ve ever cheered louder than I did when you won that thing. I even cheered for you over my own brother. Yet, here we are as we go into the World Domination Match. You may not think this, but I know you. I know what the world doesn’t see in you, and maybe they should. Maybe they should see the nice guy you actually are. Maybe they don’t need to see it, and that tough exterior that you carry is going to be that much more important. You have something that you want to regain, or maybe something that you haven’t had yet. Chris is in this match, maybe you want to have a go at him too along the way. I’ll be watching you, and I’ll be enjoying what you do. I know you’ll be enjoying what you see from me, because everything you taught me about conquering fears and pushing the barriers apart, it’s all there. Caution thrown to the wind, a little bit of an aggressive streak. You’ll see it, and who knows? It might just come down to the two of us in that ring, Ozymandias. Maybe I’ll find a way to get through to you that I’m not like everyone else. I don’t see you as scary, I don’t see you as anything less than a great man. I want you to know this, though. If something happens and you decide to get a little angry at me, I’m not going to sit back and let you push me around like you do to so many others. That’s not something you want to do because you know I will push back, and I will push harder than anyone you’ll ever be in there with. My brother may have ended your streak, but if beating me is going to get you that rematch, you might have to find another way to get to him. You’re going to wind up on the floor somewhere. Never know. Maybe this time, it’ll be you walking up to me in the locker room, saying ‘Hey slugger’. It got your attention, and you know it’ll get mine. Good luck.”

She couldn’t help but smile as she looked down before remembering some of the main reasons why she decided to do this stream to begin with.

“Sorry, I had to calm down for a second. There is a guy though, that carries a similar intensity about him. He’s quiet, like Ozymandias. He’s smart, sophisticated. Xavier Grimwood. Xavier, Everything you do is out of the shadows. I kind of like that, it builds a mystique about you. I’ve seen what you do to people, how you completely decimated Jensen Kidd. How you wiped out quite a few people at Rise of the Ronin in the pre-show match. You gave the arena a little bit of set dressing before Zane and I went out and tore the roof off of the place. I never see you in the locker room, never see you in catering. I do see Theodora Blackwell though from time to time. She scouts people, she judges people. In fact, I felt the eyes on me a few times. What’s going to happen, Xavier? Am I your next target? Maybe a little scouting for the World Domination match? I don’t blame you. It’s always good to come prepared. You’re a mystery, you’re a challenge, and I have a habit of taking on the biggest challenges and obstacles that anyone could ever bear witness to. Just hope my trait and statistical report has been updated, otherwise you’re going to be in for a very long night, sir.

Then comes Chris Sabretooth. You know something. I’ve had mixed feelings about you as a human being. On one hand, you’ve been one of the most respected Champions in the company. You’d take on anyone, and you’d bring the fight. Some would say that it’s a stuff of legend. I remember being backstage when you faced Tristan Killebrew in one of the most devastating contests I’ve ever seen. I knew you’d win simply because of how good you were, but damn if it wasn’t vicious. You kept your wits about you, and I respect that. Then I look at the guy who attacked one of my best friends over in OWA. Theodor is like family to me. The fact that you knew he scored the biggest win of his entire career, and you had the nerve to attack him the next week? All the mind games you played with him, the games you played with my mentor.. I didn’t know what to think of you. There was a semblance of happiness though when I found out that you were going out with Hana. Nobody was happier from the World’s Finest than I was. I knew how talented and dedicated you were. I knew at the time she deserved to be happy. Then, something happened. I can’t put my finger on it, but for some reason, things began to change. You became hit and miss here. You ate the loss to Layne Driver, someone that Havoc would have chewed up and spit out. The Havoc I used to watch, he fought with all the intensity that he could bring. Ozy took it out of you though, didn’t he? I was happy that Ozy won the championship, truly. I was saddened though at the fact that it was no longer yours to carry. It was painful. Funny thing about pain, Chris, it goes away after a while. Time healed the wound and I got to see what Christopher Sabretooth would become. Sore, tired, motivation depleted. I saw the burnout in your eyes when you tagged with her against Kimberly and Cynthia. You’re not an old yeller, there’s still a lot of fight in you that people haven’t had a chance to see yet. Eventually, the sun will rise on you again. Just not against everyone else in this match, not unless you bring him back. Maybe I’m crazy, maybe even a little stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t want Havoc to come back and demolish people inside of the ring. Maybe it’s just what the doctor ordered. Love the abs by the way. Crossfit? Parkour? I can never tell these days.”

Giving a subtle wink to the bad bastard through the screen, Lillie gave a bit of a smile before looking over some of the questions being asked via the chat. ‘Lillie simping for Havoc???’ showed up on the screen.

“Let me be the first to say, no. Chris ain’t bad looking, not at all. He knows how to stay in shape, that’s for sure. I’m more interested in seeing what he can do once he removes the chains from his own devices. You know how good he is, I’d like to see it happen again. I’m just sad that he has fallen so hard. It’s tragic. I’d really love to see him and Ozy have another match against each other, that would be as good as anything you’ve ever seen. You never know, we might get to see both of them tear each other apart in the World Domination match, but my dream scenario there would be for them to fight into the ropes, and I’ll just come up and swoop both of them out to the floor. It’d look so cool! Then I’d apologize and invite both out for ice cream!”

She gave a little bit of a chuckle before continuing. She seemed to have relaxed a little after talking about the likes of Ozymandias and Christopher Sabretooth.

“So, I’m going to tell you guys a little story. In the skit, I was going to have someone who looks identical to Kimberly Chase be the Wicked Witch of the West. She was going to look at the ruby slippers and go “OOOOOOOH SHOOOOOOES”. It would have been hilarious, because anyone who knows Kimberly, they know her obsession with freakin’ shoes. It’s really funny stuff, and I’d be more than happy to try and film that in the future. She’s a very materialistic person, hell you saw what she put my brother through in the Battle of the Shoes war with Cynthia Rose. My brother had no issue with Cynthia, I mean why would he? He was trying to enjoy his moment, and Kimberly decided to piss on it by picking a fight with the young lady. I’m going to have to be honest about Kimberly Chase. She is a pain in the ass to deal with. Every time I deal with her, I swear she wants something to be changed about me. She wants me to wear certain clothes, she wants me to give away Bobo. She poisoned Bobo! I don’t understand her motives, but I do think she’s hurting a lot right now overall in life. That’s why I took her out for drinks the one night, and we had fun and all that good stuff. She has such a tough exterior about her, but she’s vulnerable. Once she gets her claws in you though, those are some sharp freakin’ claws. I’m gonna throw her ass out when I get the chance, simply because of what she’s done to Violet and I. She gave me the dirtiest look when we were doing On The Rocks, she didn’t like the fact that I was asking questions that she was afraid of asking. So, whether or not you consider her a serious threat, she’s going to have something in mind going into the match.”

Questions were pouring in again. One of the questions piqued her interest. ‘What Title would you go for if you win the World Domination Match?’ She nodded a little at the question, rubbing her chin for a moment before trying to come up with the proper answer.

“You know what’s funny? With everything going on, I didn’t have much time to think about WHO I would want to face? Everything has potential. One match that I think would be a lot of fun would be teaming with Violet against The Mac and Murphy Connection. I really like Teddy Mac. He is such a nice guy and one of the funniest people. I don’t know much about the situation as a champion, I know Jaguar went down, possibly dead for all I know. Regardless, it’d be a very entertaining contest, and it could steal the show at Arcadia. Then you got the Shogun Championship. Asakura is a beast, possibly one of the best ever. However, there’s something about him that really irks me. Not because he’s mean, or has any negative flaws about him, he just doesn’t seem to be interested in facing someone under his ‘tier’. He seems to face the same people a lot. That’s not to be harsh or anything, but let’s be clear, I don’t think he would react very well to facing a little spitfire like myself. He wants the big boys, he wants Animus again. He wants Jacob Senn for forty fifth time. Maybe even a rematch with Emmanuelle. Not really on his caliber, at least according to him. Then you got a match that I hear about all the time. Constantly hearing about what would happen if it was Brother vs. Sister. I’m not too keen on European rules, but a match against Colt Montoya would be incredible. I don’t see it happening, since I feel that he is in one of those statuses where people don’t expect him to be the Champion much longer. He’s a lot like me in regards to being the constant underdog despite working our asses off to prove the world wrong at every turn. Let’s be honest though, it’s a pipe dream. I guess that leaves me with the American Dream Championship. Layne Driver kind of sucks, so I figure Stephanie Matsuda and I would be the ones tangling for the title at Arcadia. Now, for me that would be an exciting contest. In the end though, I feel like if I train hard enough, and put everything on the table, I would walk away with the Championship around my waist. Nothing but love for Matsuda, she has always been good to me, in spite of all the turbulence in the World’s Finest. I guess, though, we would steal the show and may the best lady win.”

Thinking about the World’s Finest brought back some memories to her. Her feelings towards the group hadn’t wavered, but her feelings towards one began to reach a fever pitch.

“So, I guess it’s time to address the elephant in the room, shall we? The one person who single handedly made me drop everything I was doing in order to go on this very stream. I have been around a short time, and you know I’ve been made fun of for my size, being called ‘fat legs’, I’ve been rookie, which is true. I’ve been called so many things that it’s gotten to the point where I just ignore it. Unless someone had honest criticism, I didn’t cave in to a lot of the critics. Then comes this entitled, arrogant, and to be honest, worthless little bitch who decided to run her mouth and say some things about me that are just ridiculously untrue. The first thing I’d like to do is politely welcome Hana Nakajima to 2020, where calling somebody a selfish slut isn’t exactly a good way to conduct yourself. Sure, you could have used some very colorful words about me, you’ve done it in the past. You’ll do so in the future, because that’s who you are. To take the time and think about what you say, could have saved you a lot of aggravation because now you’re going to deal with a little thing called the truth.

I didn’t say anything in the past, but I’m going to speak something that nobody will ever believe. The questions were asked, they were quizzically wondering if Hana Nakajima was actually eighteen years old. When asked, I would laugh and smile and tell them ‘Oh you’re so funny!’. The real funny part was the questions they were asking, they were the same questions I was asking. I don’t know if it’s a bad dye job you got going on with your weave you got going on, or maybe a botched facelift, but you definitely don’t fit the build for an eighteen year old. Instead, I’d be venturing into a guess here where I’d say you’re closer to thirty two, about fourteen years difference. Maybe I’m spitballing here, but I’m pretty sure you’ve been the questions to, haven’t ya Hana? The only thing that makes you seem younger is the terrible tantrums you throw. I mean Hell, you misplaced your boots one time and refused to go out there because it ‘didn’t look right to me’. You know this is true, and you know it’s going to get worse from here. You have the nerve to paint yourself as some kind of amazing human being, so cute in your photos, but the reality is, you are just as ugly the monsters you claim to fight.

We’re reaching wartime here, War of the Worlds and we got ourselves a date with destiny. A destiny you didn’t ask for, a destiny you didn’t want. You don’t want to be in there with me, not because I’m so tough, but you know I have no time for dealing with frauds. I’m busy wanting to win the match and get my opportunity that you think you’re entitled to. I’m past your attitude, in fact, I think a lot of people are. It’s not cute anymore, you’re not the baby of the group. Hell, maybe you never were. All the respect that you think you’ve earned, you’ve earned on lies. How do you think Maverick would feel after he was chasing after you for so long, just to find out you might be old enough to run for President? Does Chris know? Or does he think he’s dating a newly-legal brat? I mean one thing is for certain, he found himself a brat. A spoiled, disgusting underperforming little politician. You demanded to be off of Dominion because you got upset that I pulled Violet away from you? You ran your mouth, and I was fixing to shut it then, but Violet told me it wasn’t a good idea and I was to wait. So, I waited. I waited to do the right thing, and the right thing was always to look out for the team. So the night came where Violet and I had to be two referees in a singles match. I love Violet to death, but she made the wrong call. April’s foot WAS on the ropes, you can’t dispute that, neither could Violet. That’s why things went the way they did, but it wasn’t enough for the princess. You had to throw her tantrum once again backstage. You had the nerve to go and call me a stupid bitch on Twitter because you didn’t get your way. I am the newbie to the group, there’s no denying that, but apparently it was much needed because SOMEBODY decided to be dishonest. SOMEBODY decided to feel the need to be handed another opportunity. You don’t know the conversation I had with April in regards to the Dreamscape match. You don’t know why I felt I wasn’t going to be good enough to win that match, I didn’t want to do that match. It wasn’t about being ‘selfish’, no.. You tend to take all the selfish for yourself. Maybe you take the other word too? Not for me to say, I don’t know what you’ve been doing for the last thirty years. Wouldn’t know, wasn’t alive. Were you?”

The blood was boiling for Lillie. One could see her face going red as she glared into the camera. A fire was lit up inside of her, one that a certain ‘Baby Yoda of Wrestling’ might have to contend with. Several comments on the stream were pretty harsh towards Hana. Biased viewers, that happened sometimes. Regardless, the look coming from her face made it abundantly clear that she was tired of messing around with the ‘World’s Cutest Wrestler’.

“It didn’t have to be like this, Hana. I feel like you can go all day, calling me fake. I can go all day, calling you fake. None of that matters once we’re in the ring. All these words about how old you really are, or how big of a ‘slut’ I am, those will just be words. Those words won’t measure the same amount of pain as a closed fist to the mouth. No words you speak of me will hurt more than a kick to the face. No words I speak of you will hurt more than your shoulders getting stretched out of socket with the Steve Blackman Special. By now, I think we both know that. However, just in case you’re wondering, I pray that it’s you and I to start. I pray that it’s you and I that last all the way to the end. That’ll be a lot of time for me to deal with you, your tantrums, your arrogance, your lies. I will make sure to seize that opportunity, and end things the way my family has always ended them, brutally.”

Completely losing her composure, Lillie turned her head away in anger.

“Damn it! I promised myself that I wasn’t going to give you this side, Hana. I made a promise to my trainer, to my family and friends that I was going to handle this the best way I could. You just had to keep poking at me. You had to get the last word in, and end it with something that I wouldn’t call my worst enemy. Why did you make me do this? Why did you tell The World’s Finest ‘Fuck You’? Why did you do this to yourself? Why do you self sabotage yourself every single time you have momentum? I need answers and I know you can’t answer me at this very second because I know you don’t have the heart or the nerve to be watching me right now. I’ve spent my entire life turning the other cheek in hopes of people respecting me. I didn’t use my body to get the attention of people, especially not ‘underage’. I’ve never had a person come up to me and actually say that I was what you said I was. I got hit hard with that, and I wanted to make sure that you know deep down, I can hit a hell of a lot harder. To put it nicely, the only I can without having an essential meltdown on camera, I don’t want you to win. I don’t want you to be in the match. I don’t want you to be in the same building, same city. I don’t want you here at all, but that isn’t up to me, and I know this. So from this moment on, mark my words.. I’m going to make sure you eat every single word you said.”

Nearly throwing her mouse to the computer aside, Lillie stood herself up as she walked around. The anger had gotten to her so much that she had begun shaking.

“I didn’t want to do this, Hana! I really didn’t!”

Needing a moment to try and regain the composure, she grabbed a bottle of water and took a quick drink. She returned to the desk, sitting down as she attempted to resume.

“Guys, I’m sorry. I really am, I hate losing control of myself. I just can’t believe it has come to this. I can’t believe honestly, that she would say what she has. I don’t know what’s going to happen when she and I are in the ring, but I know it won’t be pretty. Any respect that I had for her went right out the window when she took that shot. I promise I’ll be better about here when I speak to all of you. Nobody should have seen that. On that note, I think I need to step away. Have a good night everybody.”

Without a moment of hesitation, the stream had been turned off. There were no more words, no more entertainment for the night. Just a brutal cocktail of anger and sadness.