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Post by The BombTrax on Aug 20, 2016 4:16:02 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday August 31st, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, August 30th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
{Grudge Match}
Singles Match
Caroline O'Hara Burchill versus Anastasia Hayden
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Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Sept 1, 2016 1:21:04 GMT
Part One: Myself, In The Mirror》 Thu, August 25, 2016 | New Orleans, Louisiana Have you ever so been angry to the point where you might become a human eruption of rage and frustration?Everyone has had their moments. Regardless of the context prior to one's eventual explosion, everyone has had that feeling before. It's something that is so intense that anyone would go mad over. For Caroline O'Hara Burchill, she certainly wasn't someone that was generally calm and relaxed. She had her fair share of tantrums and times where she poured out everything that she had swarming within her. However, for some reason, this was the most upset she's ever been. She couldn't think properly and any kind of rationality that was in her mind from before has completely vanished. It left without a trace and the young woman couldn't see anything else but red. Her eyes were practically glued onto the screen of her phone; opulent brown orbs losing any trace of warmth as they became icy daggers glaring at the words that presented themselves to her. Caroline could feel her grip tightening, yet she couldn't relieve the pressure that she was exerting. It was all subconscious, really. She was too fixated on the article that was written about her to realize how angry she became. Even though each word stung at her, she still couldn't look away. She couldn't stop. Even if she was close to practically exploding at any given second, Caroline continued to swipe her finger down to read every single part of the article. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.Caroline O'Hara Burchill wouldn't typically care for what other people thought of her. She never paid attention to any negativity that would surround her. After all, she knew that any hate that she would receive was inevitable. However, for once in her life, Caroline was absolutely maddened by the words of someone else. Anger boiled deep in her system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and she knew it was too much for her to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force Caroline to finally snap as she the wine glass she had in her other hand would suddenly shatter within her grasp. Distressed eyes glanced down and caught sight of the scarlet drops that were now trickling down to the counter and ground. As Caroline looked on in bewilderment, her hand trembled vehemently as pain swelled up her entire arm. A piercing, burning sensation shrouded her nerves and her heartbeat was rapid. Everything was out of balance, out of control and Burchill couldn't handle it anymore. The sudden sound of glass breaking alarmed Amy Scottfiern, who was on the couch watching the television. Scottsfiern quickly turned around and was in complete shock as she saw that Caroline was bleeding."Caroline, what the fuck happened?!" Concern was clearly etched on her face as Amy shot up from the couch and rushed over to check on Caroline, who was shaking uncontrollably by now. Not a single word came from the Aussie's mouth. She didn't even bother to look at Amy. The lack of acknowledgement made Amy even more worried as she placed her hands on Burchill's shoulders, trying to get her client's attention."Caroline, come on. Look at me," The blonde urged. "What is wrong with you?"Stillness. Silence filled the air, yet the tenseness that emanated from Caroline still lingered. It seemed like time came to a standstill, but Amy was still worried. She couldn't step away from Caroline. To see the young woman in such an upset state was alarming. She hadn't seen Caroline angry in such a long time, so it was understandable why Amy was shocked. She sighed, looking down at Caroline's hand. The blood trail was still persistent, hitting the glittering fragments of broken glass and the pool of wine that was on the ground. After a while, Amy finally let go of Caroline and made her way to the bathroom so that she could get the first aid kit. However, before she could go in, Caroline's hoarse voice finally cut through the silence as she said, "Was this all a mistake?"Amy stopped, slowly turning around to see Caroline looking at her. She was taken aback as she noticed a few tears coming down her porcelain skin."W...what do you mean...?" Amy asked, making her way back to Burchill as a dumbfounded expression appeared on her face. Caroline remained standing, shaking and filled with emotion as she elaborated. "I'm not the same, aren't I? I shouldn't have come back. Everything that everyone has said about me are all true."Amy blinked, unsure of what to think at the moment. Hearing those words come out of Caroline's own mouth was shocking and she just couldn't believe it. Caroline, who was generally confident and didn't give a shit about anything else but herself, was now doubting herself..? It didn't make any sense to her. "Caroline...," Amy spoke in a soft voice, trying to piece together the situation in her mind so that she could come up with the right words to say. "Why would you say that? Why would you think that this was all a mistake? You wanted to come back, and now here you are. Is everything alright?""No, Amy, everything is not alright." Caroline clinched her fist as her jaw became more tense. "Nothing is alright. People are discrediting me. Everyone is saying how I don't belong here - that I shouldn't have returned to wrestling. They...are pushing me down the ground and I feel like I'm being pinned. I'm completely defenseless and I can't get rid of that feeling."
"Caroline, that is just absurd. This isn't a mistake! Why are you letting these stupid people get inside your head like thiis?""Don't fuck around with me, Amy. I need you to be honest with me. I'm not worth shit anymore, right? I should just pack up everything that I have and go back to New York, right?"
"Please, don't go on with this crazy talk. This is--"
"Stop what?!"Caroline yelled her words, anger completely lighting up her eyes as she looked at the woman in front of her. Startled, Amy took a few steps back. She watched on as Caroline's face contorted as she grew more and more heated, not holding a single thing back from her."How many times are people going to disregard everything that I've done as a wrestler? I've busted my ass trying to get back in this industry and people are doubting me. Everyone is saying how I'm way over my head and that I should've retired. This is fucking bullshit! I'm sick and tired of everyone talking shit and making me out to be someone that will never be successful here!"By then, Caroline was a sobbing mess. The young woman couldn't contain herself and she realized that. So, she just walked past Amy and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as she entered. She felt absolutely disgusted with herself. Everything was just terrible. Her career in PAW has been uneventful thus far and everyone just kept on pointing that out to her. It was like a little fly that keeps on buzzing, never wanting to go away. She hated it. Two years ago, everyone was seeing her as a top star. Everyone couldn't stop talking about her and things looked as if they would be going infinitely upwards. However, she was never able to take off. The chains of reality were holding her down, preventing Caroline from ever reaching her limitless potential. Why was this all happening to her? She was now at the bottom. She was now considered irrelevant. She was far from ever being at the pinnacle point of her career. Everything was slipping away from her and she just couldn't reach out to get them all back. The world around her was crumbling, and Caroline wasn't sure if she was going to hold everything in place. She was being crushed - and she felt as though everything was draining away.She was losing herself, and Caroline was afraid that she would never be able to find herself again.With her back pressed up against the door, Caroline used her good hand to wipe away her tears. She was not in a good mood, and she began to feel much worse once she realized that she lashed out on Amy. The woman never deserved that. She was only trying to help her out, but Caroline didn't understand that at the time. I'm such a mess, Caroline thought to herself. This shouldn't be happening to me. What is wrong with me?With a weary sigh, Caroline went up to the sink and turned the faucet on. She placed her injured hand underneath the running water, watching the scarlet drops of blood mingle with the clear, soothing running that was washing everything away. Her sorrow and rage were slowly beginning to melt away, but Caroline was far from being at a hundred percent. Her hand was still shaking and her body was overwhelmed by a lot of emotions. She was just mentally exhausted. After a while, the young woman cupped her hands together and she leaned her face in to splash herself with the water. She kept doing it, hoping to feel relieved once she was done. However, as Caroline raised her head and looked into the mirror, she was nearly frightened. Her eyes widened and the young woman tilted her head ever so slightly to the side as her mouth became a bit agape. The reflection in the mirror followed her movement, but it wasn't necessarily...her. As in, the reflection was that of Caroline, but it was a different version of her.The woman that was in the mirror was younger, more bubbly and had a faint smile on her face. Her hair was a lighter color and it was placed in two pigtails. Caroline leaned forward, looking into the reflection. Why was she looking back at a seventeen year old version of herself?"Why are you so sad?" The reflection asked, prompting Caroline to become white with terror. The reflection still had that smile on her face, looking back at Burchill as she continued to speak. "Why are you listening to those people who are saying that you can't do it? They are just spitting toxic venom at you, trying to break you down and you've allowed that to happen. The real Caroline wouldn't do that. You wouldn't let those people affect you like how they are doing to you now."Caroline remained silent, unsure of what to make out of the situation. Her head was feeling lighter, and it felt as if the room around her was spinning. The young Aussie gripped her hands onto the sink, looking at the mirror. The reflection simply looked back at her, never changing its expression."Caroline, you are better than all of them. You can prove all of the doubters wrong. Remember when you got scared in your first match and you were doubting yourself? You felt like you weren't ready. You didn't think that you belong here, but guess what? You pushed through all of that, and now here you are. You think that Shawn would want to see you give up so easily? What about Amy or your mother? And, most importantly, think about me... or you, really. People will always have something negative to say about you, but you shouldn't let them dictate whether or not you're a viable competitor. You need to go out there and show to the whole world that you have what it takes to be the best. Prove them all wrong. Make them shut up... because that's what you were able to do when you were in my position. You went from being a timid little girl to a woman who can dominate. You just have to believe in yourself and ignore anyone that tells you that you can't do it. Fuck the doubters. They aren't worth anything."A smirk came across the reflection's face. "You can do it, Caroline," It said reassuringly. "I did it, and I had a lot to prove back then. So, why can't you do the same thing?"
Suddenly, a faint smile graced the face of the Aussie as she slowly nodded her head, taking those words to heart.
"I...I will...," Caroline said softly. "...I-"
"Caroline?"
A knock on the door interrupted Caroline, causing the woman to turn her head towards the door.
"Yeah?" Caroline called out, turning off the water.
"Are you okay now?" Amy asked. "Did you get the first aid kit?"
Caroline then glanced down at her hand, realizing that she still had the cut that she needed to tend to. As Caroline went to open up the medicine cabinet, she looked at the mirror and saw that the reflection of her younger self was now gone. She was now looking back at herself, and Caroline nearly cringed as she saw how red and puffy her eyes were. Her nose was red as well, and she looked completely out of it. However, Caroline just shook her head and got out the first aid kit.
"I'm on it." Caroline said. "I was just trying to gather my thoughts. I'm sorry I snapped at you, Amy."
"It's okay, Caroline. I understand how frustrated you were. Just... don't scare me like that ever again, alright?"
"Yeah, I won't." Caroline responded sheepishly, embarrassed with the way she acted earlier. She glanced up to look at herself once more and sighed.
She really needed to get her act together. : It Finally Ends》 Mon, August 29, 2016 | New Orleans, Louisiana "I suppose everyone is expecting me to fail this time around again, huh?"
Caroline takes a sip of her wine as she looks out the window, having her back facing towards the camera as the scene comes to life. The Aussie had many thoughts racing through her mind at that moment - ranging from when she was denied a main event match after losing to her upcoming match with Anastasia Hayden. God, just the mere thought of her name made Burchill cringe in disgust. For the past three matches, Caroline has found herself involved with the woman who likes to refer to herself as the "Future Champion". Ever since day one the young woman has been nothing more but an annoying thorn that has buried itself deep into Burchill's side and she just couldn't take it anymore. She needed to rid herself of Hayden, and with their match approaching quickly, Caroline wanted nothing more but to absolutely destroy Anastasia. She was through with her. She was sick and tired of Hayden being everywhere and now Caroline has the chance to eradicate her. So, when the card for ADDICTION came up and Caroline saw that she would be wrestling Hayden, the Aussie was more than happy to let out her frustrations onto her opponent.
This is it. This was going to be the end of it all."I'll admit that my career thus far hasn't been the way I wanted it to be. I came here with the intention to dominate, yet it seems as though I'm always having some kind of setback."Caroline glanced down at her hand, and the camera slightly pans down to where the bandaged hand could be seen in the frame. The Immaculate One would let out a sigh as her hand balled up into a tight fist. She bit her lower lip lightly, looking as though she was taking the time to recount her time in PAW so far."People are even going on about how it was a mistake for me to come back to professional wrestling. Many are under the impression that I don't have what it takes to back up my words and that I'm nothing more but an empty shell of the woman I used to be. It's like people are jumping the gun and are already discrediting everything that I have done in my career as a wrestler. There's so much negativity surrounding me, and while I'm not the type of person that desperately goes around and seek validation from others, I must admit that I haven't been in a good state of mind these past few days. Everything that everyone has ever said stung me. It affected me tremendously and I just couldn't get over it for quite some time. I was just upset for a while because it seems as though my back was being pressed against the wall and I had no room to break free. Of course I'm going to be frustrated with myself. I strive to be perfect. That's who I am and that's how I've always been. I hate failure. I hate thinking about people being possibly better than me. Call me a sore loser, but I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to keep my mouth shut and just accept the fact that I was unable to do my best, because this type of industry does not have room for nobodies and lowlife basic bitches that can't keep up."The Aussie's voice has a serious tone to it as she she spoke. Sighing once more, Caroline shook her head before she took another sip of her wine. She was getting a bit heated again, but really, who wouldn't? How can anyone remain calm and undisturbed when things are going as planned? Caroline has always been the type of person who wanted to be the best.
"This kind of profession is competitive. It is important for an individual to win and continue to dominate. That is just the name of the game that has to be played. So yeah, I am bitter. I'm pissed off. I feel disappointed. But you know what? I'm not discouraged. People can say how I'm a pretentious bitch that needs to shut up. People can go on and on about how I'm getting ahead of myself and tell me that I will never surmount to anything. It hasn't been the first time that people have doubted me, and it certainly won't be the last. However, you all will come to the realization that Caroline O'Hara Burchill will be a top star in PAW sooner rather than later, and if you don't believe that now then I understand. I'll just have to make believers out of you, and it all begins when I beat Anastasia Hayden in the center of the ring. Oh, and speaking of which..."The signature sly smirk graced Burchill's face as she turns around and faces the camera.
"How are you doing, Ms. Hayden? Already screaming to the world that I was the more incompetent partner during our fun little stint as partners? Oh, I can just imagine it now. It's too fucking funny. I can just see you jumping up and down like a pathetic brat, crying as you try to make me out like I'm the weaker link here. You'll brag about how you were the sole Superwoman and claim that I can never stand out. You'll continue to glorify yourself as someone who does all the work whereas you'll vilify me to be someone who chose to stay in the sidelines. I get it. You need to conceal your insecurities and make someone else seem inferior by comparison. Just place all the blame on little ol' Caroline, right?"
Caroline laughed.
"You know... the whole 'Nobody can be beat me!' gimmick was cute while it lasted. I'll admit it. Sure, you are kind of talented... I guess. However, you're not some indomitable force that cannot be beaten either. I mean, you had to beat someone that I took out to win in your debut match and I even assisted you in our match against Colter and Roscar, but hey! Caroline O'Hara Burchill can't do shit! I mean, even though you can easily look back at my matches and see that I have what it takes to outmaneuver and outsmart anyone, you'll just casually sweep all of that under the rug and disregard all of that. You'll just choose to remain ignorant about what I am actually capable of. However, that will just be foolish on your part. I suggest you actually take your head out of your ass and understand that I'm not the type of person that will get laid out easily. After all, you were never able to beat me by yourself before, so what makes you think that you can do so now?
"My technique is impeccable. I can run circles around anyone, and I can be unrelenting when I step into that ring. I've been dying to get my hands on you, and I am so glad that I can finally relieve myself of this burden. This is the fourth time I'm being placed in a match that involves you, the first time we're facing each other, and - hopefully - the last fucking time I have to deal with you. This match is something that is serious to me because I need to win. I have to win this one. I'm ready more than ever before to win this match and prepare myself for a career that will finally have me destined for the limelight. I know you're going to come into this match with a heavy chip on your shoulder because you want to destroy me. You feel as though I am responsible for your loss when you yourself were an incompetent partner. I bet you're just filled with rage and you want to harness that ruthless aggression. However, your tough girl attitude and desire of being the better woman will cause you to mess up and make mistakes. You always feel like you have to be the tougher one in a match and then you get carried away. I'm too smart for that, Ana. You're like a bull that's seeing red and you just wanna come at me with everything that you've got, but you will just be ramming yourself into a trap that you cannot see. I'll make you tap and cry like the little bitch that you are, and you're going to wish that you have never stepped inside a ring with me. I'll break you down limb by limb, and you will know for once in your life what it feels like to be weak. Then, when the referee raises my hand and you look up at me with pain in your eyes, the realization that you can never beat the Queen will sink in. Reality will give you a nice bitch slap across your face and you will witness your future here slipping father and father away from you."
"You're no Future Champion. You're a Future Failure. The writing's on the wall and you cannot change that. You'll crumble apart, just like that piece of shit place you used to work for... and it will be something glorious to watch."Caroline winked at the camera before chuckling and drinking the rest of her wine. With that, the scene would finally fade to black.
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Post by Anastasia Hayden on Sept 1, 2016 3:57:01 GMT
 road maps as eyesi am alive and leaving Perfection. Is it something that can ever be obtained? A thought like this lingered inside of Anastasia’s mind. Outside on the hotel balcony, she braced herself against the railing to overlook the parking lot. Mostly empty. Just like herself, she thought. Being perfect was a cosmetic feature that many chased after, but never achieved. Being a part of the pack was something Anastasia never did, yet, she too was chasing after this mythical perfection. Looks, fame, fortune, whatever it may be, she wasn’t interested in any of that. Instead, she focused on perfection in wrestling. Something so meaningless and worthless as a first loss in a new company tore down Anastasia’s foundation. The fight or flight instinct kicked in for her and it took a fight to avoid flight. The option would’ve been so easy for her. Just hop on a plane, go back to her steady fitness job, and never bother herself with wrestling again. She spent most of her life abandoning people and going off the grid, what’s to say she couldn’t do it just one more time? That kind of thinking was deadly to a wrestler. Even deadlier to one without that support system. Sure, could these relationships be fixed? Yeah, one phone call could repair everything. But Ana wasn’t interested in that phone call. There was too much pride there for her. Or perhaps it was self-destruction that she wasn’t aware of. Everyone that cared for her was elsewhere, but they knew what a call from Anastasia Hayden would mean. Instead, they, much like everyone else in Ana’s life, grew accustomed to silence. She hated becoming a cliche so much that she went ahead and became just that. The lone wolf. The silent badass. Two traits in professional wrestling that get glorified. Everyone wants to be the villain. Everyone always wants to be the coolest guy in the room. But they never talk about the reality of it. Anastasia knew what that reality was. And suffering her first loss in PAW brought that reality crashing into her. There was a mental war raging on inside of her mind. The match from Bad Moon Rising replaying again and again. Staying outside of her hotel room and out in the open was almost a safety blanket for her. But what happens when the safety blanket has to be pulled in? She looked back toward her hotel room, the curtains drawn open to show the darkness of it. The abyss was almost inviting. Outside, there wasn’t the chance for her to cause herself anymore harm. But the sun was starting to set and she’d have to enter that abyss. To be alone with her thoughts? That wasn’t really an option for her anymore. Too much blood was shed over tiny things in Ana’s life, but rational thinking hasn’t stopped her before. The arrogance of Anastasia wanted to just shoulder the blame to her partner. It would just be so simple and easy to call the tag match a fluke. But that’s where the mental war comes back. It wasn’t so much an issue of pride, but an issue of self hatred. Deep down, she wanted to point the blame elsewhere, but she couldn’t. Maybe it was her fault, maybe it wasn’t. The evidence doesn’t matter. All that matters to her is that she lost. She lost. Not Caroline. Anastasia Hayden lost. She didn’t want to go back and watch any tape of her match. That would only further give her self hatred credibility. Without that support system, she was doomed. She focused on chasing something that was unobtainable instead of focusing on what was in front of her. A chance, an opportunity to take her claim of PAW. Instead, she got caught in a silly game. Kelsey Spencer and Annabel Lee were focused on the prize. Now Ana has to live with that fact. Not only did she lose the match, but she gave someone else an opportunity that should’ve been hers. It was no different in Monarchy. The lengths she went to just to try and claim a perfect record. It drove her crazy. And instead of preparing herself for another loss, being able to handle another loss when dealt a perfect record. She crumbled. She didn’t prepare. Her failure inside the ring as almost as pathetic as the failure outside of it, Ana thought. “What am I even doing out here…”She folded her arms on the railing and rested her head. Anyone else would be able to get over it, to know another opportunity was going to be there. But Ana never thought about the future. The moniker of “Future Champion” was almost designed to mock herself. Most of the time, Ana barely found herself focused on the present. All she ever saw were her flaws. Wrestling, her social life, or anything else. Flaws everywhere. Perfection was just a prized vase waiting to be broken, only to reveal the worthlessness of it. There was no glory or pride to be found in losing. Not with Anastasia Hayden. But there was a chance at redemption. That was an opportunity that Ana saw. But she wondered if it held any weight. She’d be able to get a win back, but would it matter? There was an opportunity to main event and a chance to really stand out from the pack. Instead, she let it slip through her fingers and was regulated to facing an object of her failure again. Was wrestling even worth it? Would beating Caroline give Ana any satisfaction? Or would it just be meaningless? The next step to greatness kept getting pulled back further and further. And all Anastasia does is watch it. She always wants a fight, but what is she fighting for? Failure? Her previous successes are rendered null and void. One match was all it took. It’d take one match to put her back on the right track. However, she knew it’d also be another match to send her back. Anastasia was tired of fighting. When everything becomes the same to her, was there a reason to keep fighting? But there was a voice, a quiet voice, but it was clear enough for her to understand it. In the back of her mind, it was nagging at her. “I ‘aven’t been given the chances you got, Ana. I ain’t ever ‘ad the chance to do something great. Why are you just givin’ up? That’s bullshit and you know it, Ana.”Terry McKenna. He was right. She never admitted to his face, but he was always right. When everything inside of her told her to be pissed at him, she just wanted him back in her life. They weren’t much different in age, but he was a mentor to her. He never knew it. Whatever gutter he was or if he was on the next binge, Anastasia knew she had to fight for him. Because he was right. Fighting for perfection wasn’t worth her time Fighting for championships didn’t hold a lot of merit to her. Fighting for a friend? She wanted that. And if beating Caroline was just one step forward, that’s what Ana would do. The lone wolf mentality died a long time ago. This wasn’t just a fight for Terry, but it was a fight for Bronx, for Coba, for everyone she had met in her wrestling journey. They may be gone, but she wasn’t. And she had to fight for her friends. She didn’t care for the fans, for any other wrestler, but her friends. They saved her.
“Caroline. Sweet Caroline. We had a chance to be great. Rather, I had a chance to be great. All we had to do at Bad Moon Rising was simply win! A task so, so, so easy! And what did you do? You failed me. I could’ve easily of won that match! Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer? Are you kidding me?! I could’ve beaten them both...but I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I didn’t beat one of them. I lost to them because of you. Because I had to carry that death weight for two shows and that was just too much for me to burden.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Caroline. I’m sure there’s some redeeming quality that you possess as a wrestler, but being a tag team partner? You need to step your game up in that department. But you already know that, don’t you? Parading around PAW with your little queen attitude. Oh, my, I love it. I’ve certainly never seen it before! But hey, that’s fine, because being venomous has gotten you to a lot of places before I bet. You don’t become a wrestler just because you want to. You’ve got motivation. And I’m not sure what yours is, Caroline, but I know something.”
“You stopped me from reaching what motivates me. I wanted to fight Annabel and Kelsey. I wanted to make sure that not only would I beat them...but I’d also make sure they wouldn’t be able to make it to Addiction. Or Wicked. Or the next big show. To make matters worse for you, Caroline, you stopped me from being in the main event. That was what I needed! Everyone in PAW already knows the greatness I hold, but I just needed my platform to do it.”
“Instead, you let that platform burn. You didn’t try to help me. No...no. You screwed me. That venomous attitude works really great until it doesn’t. See, I knew from the start how worthless you were and I didn’t let that bother me. Perhaps I’m to blame here, yeah? I should’ve known that you would’ve held me back. That’s just ignorance on my behalf I suppose. However, I see things a little differently now. Don’t get me wrong, Caroline, you’re still that dead weight. Now...you’re just going to actually be dead.”
“The fight I wanted to give Kelsey and Annabel? Yeah...yeah, I’m going to make sure you feel that. I’m going to make sure you never want to step foot back in a PAW ring again. Hell, I want you to just retire completely if I can do it! But who knows, I’m not a fortune teller. I can’t see the future, but I’ve got a decent enough grasp of it to make some wild speculation. When Addiction rolls around, the first show...I’ll embarrass you. I’ll do more than just embarrass you though. I’ll beat you down into the canvas. When our match is over, I want to watch them have to replace the mat because there’s just so much blood covering it! But don’t worry, I’m not a complete monster. I don’t want you to be paralyzed or crippled or anything like that.”
“I just want you to suffer. Because I’ve got a lot on my plate going forward that I need to address and you’re not a part of it. After Addiction comes along, I’ll never have to see you again if I’m lucky. And if you’re lucky too. I’m fighting for something great...and you’re just holding me back from that again. I’m so close to reaching it. And I’m not letting anyone stop me. I’m not letting you stop me, Caroline. I’m not letting anyone in PAW stop me. I’m not letting anyone in the world stop me.”
“When I beat Caroline, I’ll set the tone for what the rest of the night should be. I don’t call myself the Future Championship as a joke. I call myself that because it’s what I’m going to be. I’ll beat Caroline. I’ll beat Kelsey, Annabel, Leon, Calvin Harris. I don’t really care what is put in front of me. Everyone is preventing me from reaching my true potential and you’re all targets to me. Let our match at Addiction showcase that. No one will be able to stop me once I get back on top. Bad Moon Rising has awoken a new monster.”
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