Claudia Michaels | Expecting Different Results

Clients Posts : 252 Join date : 2019-08-16

I just love this feeling. This tiny little feeling deep within my heart that travels into my veins and wraps itself around my bones. This spark that just doesn’t stop filling me with adrenaline and excitement when I see someone almost tear up like an emotional wimp on camera because of something that I did. Did I go too far? Did I nearly break someone’s spirit? The last time I checked, I’m the only woman in this match… But why is someone else crying like a bitch?

Oh, it’s just Nobi. Drowning in this so-called rage.

What a joke.

I’m sorry that you failed Lioncross as a partner, and I am sorry that you failed Hans Olsen as a mentor. But I simply cannot relate to these circumstances because I never really found myself in a position where I’ve failed my peers that put their trust and faith in me. That’s the difference between you and me, Nobi. You’re in an infinite loop of failure for the most part of your career. You’re known more for the battles that you took part in, instead of the wars that you actually won. And I can’t, for the life of me, comprehend how it is that you compare how you work with your team as opposed to how I work with mine when all I’ve done whether a leader or a partner is to give my absolute best to a point where even when the teams have disbanded, they had Championships to be proud of in their record and the spotlight to stay on them that allowed them to carry on and move forward in their singles career, as I’ve done the same. You are delusional if you think my betrayals have been for no reason. You are insane if you think that I just decided to stab my teammates at the back when I decided that they were outshining me when we all knew from the beginning that Claudia Michaels cannot be outshined! You want to talk about facts, Nobi? Well then let’s start with your misinformed history lesson where you thought Drake and Jones detached themselves with me at a certain point in our run as Hexa-gun, because from where I was standing, they remained loyal and continued to fight for our team until we were forced to disband. When they took my Tag Team Championship from me, I shook their hands indicating that I’ve passed the torch because I’m proud of them and trust them to hold the titles that I’ve proudly defended over and over again. I’m sorry, but do you actually have a story like that, Nobi? Did you ever have this instance where you’ve had to pass the torch because the comrades that people referred to as goons, actually became something more? I’m guessing not, because there was no torch that anybody was willing to give you to begin with! No one believed in you enough, not even Hans Olsen... And while I create a list of Championships that I’ve won, your list involves a revenge story of people that you’ll get back to because of how they’ve wronged you and screwed you out of a match that was supposed to be yours for the taking. And that is such bullshit, Nobi. No one watches you because you’re great, they watch you because you’re a trainwreck that people can’t help but put their phones up and hope to god the video goes viral! No one cheers for you because you’re this amazing fighter, they cheer for you because they feel like you have let slide so much opportunities that it is a relief to see you do something right for once. I’m sure you don’t mind that. I’m sure that any attention for you, for any reason, IS attention, but I just can’t live with that mentality, Nobi. I just can’t see myself begging for views and begging for fans because I deserve the best that this wide wicked world has to offer. Fans follow me around when I don’t ask them to. I am the star villain that they love to hate because no matter what attitude they see from me, no one can deny the influence that Claudia Michaels has given simply by being in that ring. It doesn’t matter if I’m by myself or if The Professional, or my husband Robbie, or anyone else is in that ring to lend me a hand, because at the end of the day, I wear my crown with pride and my throne is intact…

...which by the way, did you seriously just say a Queen is not afraid to fail? What book did you read that from? What movie did you get that out of? What brainless piece of trash actually gave you that lesson? Dear brother, if a Queen fails, she is as good as dead. If her enemies invade her land, her head is what comes off first to confirm that they’ve won the battle. Surrender means defeat, and defeat means cutting any opportunity for her to reclaim and rebuild to take back her crown. Her traitors would be more than willing to assassinate her because killing the leader would avoid bloodshed and casualties among commoners and soldiers and her enemies could take her throne as they please, which is why the Queen surrounds herself with guards and soldiers and Professionals not just for protection but for counter-attacks. So no, Nobi, it’s not that I’m afraid of failing, it’s that I can’t afford to fail because the alternative makes my stomach turn. The thought of you, or Reno Dumont, or anyone else taking my American Dream Championship ruins the perfect world that I built around it. Is that what you want to happen? Did you want to see the respected and refined image of the title be smudged by failures and weaklings like you and Reno? Like I’ve said before, I am willing to do whatever it takes to win. If I have to cripple you in this match so you won’t make it to the Elimination Chamber, I would happily do so. If I have to break Reno’s neck into a fatal injury just to make him quit fighting for what’s mine, then that’s what I’ll do. I don’t care for your threats and promises, Nobi, and I don’t care if you somehow believe that I have to get my ass kicked… The Professional and I will just simply do our duties and eliminate our enemies.

And speaking of eliminating enemies, we have the man who was torn down to his demise. Well, almost. Are you having fun yet, Reno? I can hear you chuckle and giggle like a little school girl who just saw the guy he’s crushing on. I can see you smiling and grinning like a small town dude who just won the lottery. I mean, I would be convinced like you’ve convinced the rest that you’re in this American Psycho phase, but you can’t hide anything from the Queen. I mean, what else is even there to do when you’ve lost our shot over some unfair, and hilarious, event at Violent Ends? What else is there to do than to smile and laugh the pain away? You’ve always struck me as some clueless braindead garbage, and I see that I was never wrong with my assumption. But what I’m more concerned about is the fact that you’ve always proven that you would do whatever it takes to be on the winning side and to make your name known. You did it as early as Chapter 1 when you stole the hard work of your team and put the spotlight on yourself by securing the pinfall! You did it at Violent Delights when you had this moment of connection with Nobi and you two worked together to take out the adversaries! You even interfered such a glorious main event when you hit me with the American Dream belt to secure Nobi’s win! What makes what I did any different by hiring The Professional in our Championship match? Why are you so bothered by the fact that I’m doing something that you have already done over and over again to the point where you threaten my employee and make this laughable promise to tear me down at Badlands like I did something so filthy!? Oh, that’s right. It’s because it’s Claudia Michaels that made her way to the path to victory, and not you. This is nothing complicated. It’s actually pretty damn straightforward, really. We don’t need a fucking therapist to figure out why you’re in such an emotional wreck. You are so pissed because you didn’t think of it first and no one, not even Nobi, did anything in that ring to help you even the playing field. I feel like I keep saying this to you, over and over again, but you never seemed to listen, and now you’re doing the same damn thing… And what did they say about people that are doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results? I’m sure you can fill in the blanks for that one. You’re insane. You’re crazy. You want to look crazy. You want to make yourself believe that you don’t care about how much you’ve been torn down in what could have been your defining moment, but deep down this is exactly what broke you to a point where you’ve completely transformed from a person who’s trying too hard to be intimidating into this incoherent manchild whose candy was taken from him. And it’s okay to break down, Reno! It’s okay to cry! Lord knows how much crying and whining Nobi has done throughout this exchange, and you can become like him too! But sadly no matter how many times you change your perspective, you will always end up on the losing side because not only am I the superior athlete but also because I am never out of resources. It’s just inevitable by this point, Reno. I am never out of tricks. I am never out of maneuvers. I am never out of ways to put you down. You fell off the railing on the way up to my high balcony to reach for your dreams, but you got nothing but a bag of rubble instead. And it’s regretful, but you can’t fault me for that. You can’t fault me for your own carelessness. You can’t fault me or The Professional because you claimed that you were one step ahead of me, but as it turns out you were ten steps behind. And I know. I know it’s tempting to put your hands around my neck and choke the life out of me for everything that I did, but you also have to accept the fact that you will never get that chance, Reno. Your fantasies will just be fantasies. Your threats will just be threats. I told the world that I’m keeping the American Dream Championship, and that’s exactly what I did because I spend more time delivering results than talking about it. I spend more time putting my enemies down and killing off my traitors than making Instagram posts about how much I’ve worked out this week!

So go ahead, lead your audience on. Tell them that I haven’t seen your full potential yet and there’s still so much in store. Oh, if only I met this same spirit of Reno Dumont at Violent Ends. But to be truthful, I am not buying this lie. I think you’re out of aces. I think you’ve used up your good cards. And I think by this point you’re just winging it, which is a very, very bad idea when you’re faced with Claudia Michaels and The Professional, two people that make certain that the job gets done. Because if you really had more than you lead on, you would have used it in a Championship match and not waited until after to show the world what you could really bring to the table. That’s the difference between you and me, Reno. I give my all in every match I step in, big or small, while you slack, and trip, and fall, and then wonder why things go wrong.

But that’s okay. Rest easy, child. Tend to your injuries. Give your Nobi a false sense of security. Tell him everything will be fine, as you’ve told that world that you will be fine. Sooner or later, the bullshit will creep out and everyone will see that you have nothing more to give when they witness you lose to me one more time in Chapter 8.

And especially at Badlands where once again, Claudia Michaels walks away with the Championship in hand.

Long May She Reign.