Whatever
Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 6:23 pm
The lights in the arena dimmed as red strobes flashed to the music of "Crushed" by Parkway Drive. Alexa Bliss walked out on the stage, much to the chagrin of the EBWF Universe. With a sour look on her face, Bliss walked to the ring and quickly entered. She walked over and yanked the microphone out of Christy's hand and fake smiled at her. Bliss blew her off and walked back to the center of the ring.
Alexa Bliss: Listen, tonight I'm suppose to come back out here and do what? Face off against three...
Annoyed, Alexa held up three fingers in the air.
Alexa Bliss: Three other, so called, women.
She looked disgusted for ever thinking of the other women in the match as, women.
Alexa Bliss: Whatever... I'll play whatever game that you want to play EBWF. Yeah, if you want me to compete tonight, I will.
Thought she agreed by what she was saying, Alexa shook her head.
Alexa Bliss: Just because I'm in this match, don't mean I have to care about it. Sure, I know it's for a shot at Nattie and "her title". Sure.
Alexa's eyes rolled.
Alexa Bliss: But honestly, I don't want to face Nattie at Death Before Dishonor. Sure, it would be fun to beat her, end her reign, and humiliate her, but I have a much better plan in the works. See Nattie, I know when I face you, I'm going to beat you. I mean, I'm better than you so why wouldn't I beat you? Know what I mean? Of course you do Nattie. You're worthless, but not completely stupid.
She paused as she smiled at her... Compliment? Of Natalya.
Alexa Bliss: So why worry about this match tonight when I can enter the Queen of the Ring Tournament this year, since I couldn't last year. You know, since I was champion this time last year. I'll enter the tournament so I can win it. And add yet another achievement to my ever growing list of accomplishments. I'll become the 2017 Queen of the Ring and take you on Nattie at SummerSlam this year. A bigger stage than Death Before Dishonor. I'll beat at the biggest party of the summer and make you even more humiliated than you would if I beat you this coming Sunday.
Alexa smirked as she took another pause.
Alexa Bliss: See Nattie, I not only want to beat you and take your title, but I want to make sure that everyone remembers it. No one will remember me beating these three no-name, worthless, pathetic, wanna-be famous, ring rats that I'm suppose to compete against tonight. Everyone will remember me dominating the entire Queen of the Ring Tournament and then going on to SummerSlam to whip the floor with you. Like I should have done at WrestleMania, if it wasn't for that Jersey blow-up doll, Liv Morgan. Everyone knew that she would blow it, which she did. Which she will even if she won tonight. We all know that she wouldn't beat you at Death Before Dishonor. Eva, same thing. Both of them tried to beat you, and they failed. But hey, let's keep giving them shots. It'll work itself out.
Bliss shook her head again as the EBWF Universe booed at her comments.
Alexa Bliss: Then you have the newbie, Rebel trying to make a name for herself. Good for you dear, but face it. You're just as bad as the previous two women. You don't belong in the title picture. You don't belong in the EBWF. Heck, you don't belong in the wrestling business all together. The three of you just need to pack up, ship out, and go on to be come forgot relic that relives their glory years at some wrestling convention. Parading to fans that use to jerk it off to you, but now, they just want to say they met you. They won't tell their friends that it was when you all looked washed out, wrinkly, and begging for money. They'll make it seem like it was when you matter, which, I don't know if that has even happened. Regardless girls, you may get the win tonight, I don't care, it's whatever. But the Queen of the ring, it's mine. At SummerSlam, Nattie is mine. Then I'm going to finally get back what is rightfully might, on the stage where it was all stolen from me to begin with.
Alexa lowered the microphone and let it hang from her hand before it finally dropped to the mat below her. She exited the ring as quickly as she entered. "Crushed" blast back on the sound system. She walked up the ramp and back through the curtain.
Alexa Bliss: Listen, tonight I'm suppose to come back out here and do what? Face off against three...
Annoyed, Alexa held up three fingers in the air.
Alexa Bliss: Three other, so called, women.
She looked disgusted for ever thinking of the other women in the match as, women.
Alexa Bliss: Whatever... I'll play whatever game that you want to play EBWF. Yeah, if you want me to compete tonight, I will.
Thought she agreed by what she was saying, Alexa shook her head.
Alexa Bliss: Just because I'm in this match, don't mean I have to care about it. Sure, I know it's for a shot at Nattie and "her title". Sure.
Alexa's eyes rolled.
Alexa Bliss: But honestly, I don't want to face Nattie at Death Before Dishonor. Sure, it would be fun to beat her, end her reign, and humiliate her, but I have a much better plan in the works. See Nattie, I know when I face you, I'm going to beat you. I mean, I'm better than you so why wouldn't I beat you? Know what I mean? Of course you do Nattie. You're worthless, but not completely stupid.
She paused as she smiled at her... Compliment? Of Natalya.
Alexa Bliss: So why worry about this match tonight when I can enter the Queen of the Ring Tournament this year, since I couldn't last year. You know, since I was champion this time last year. I'll enter the tournament so I can win it. And add yet another achievement to my ever growing list of accomplishments. I'll become the 2017 Queen of the Ring and take you on Nattie at SummerSlam this year. A bigger stage than Death Before Dishonor. I'll beat at the biggest party of the summer and make you even more humiliated than you would if I beat you this coming Sunday.
Alexa smirked as she took another pause.
Alexa Bliss: See Nattie, I not only want to beat you and take your title, but I want to make sure that everyone remembers it. No one will remember me beating these three no-name, worthless, pathetic, wanna-be famous, ring rats that I'm suppose to compete against tonight. Everyone will remember me dominating the entire Queen of the Ring Tournament and then going on to SummerSlam to whip the floor with you. Like I should have done at WrestleMania, if it wasn't for that Jersey blow-up doll, Liv Morgan. Everyone knew that she would blow it, which she did. Which she will even if she won tonight. We all know that she wouldn't beat you at Death Before Dishonor. Eva, same thing. Both of them tried to beat you, and they failed. But hey, let's keep giving them shots. It'll work itself out.
Bliss shook her head again as the EBWF Universe booed at her comments.
Alexa Bliss: Then you have the newbie, Rebel trying to make a name for herself. Good for you dear, but face it. You're just as bad as the previous two women. You don't belong in the title picture. You don't belong in the EBWF. Heck, you don't belong in the wrestling business all together. The three of you just need to pack up, ship out, and go on to be come forgot relic that relives their glory years at some wrestling convention. Parading to fans that use to jerk it off to you, but now, they just want to say they met you. They won't tell their friends that it was when you all looked washed out, wrinkly, and begging for money. They'll make it seem like it was when you matter, which, I don't know if that has even happened. Regardless girls, you may get the win tonight, I don't care, it's whatever. But the Queen of the ring, it's mine. At SummerSlam, Nattie is mine. Then I'm going to finally get back what is rightfully might, on the stage where it was all stolen from me to begin with.
Alexa lowered the microphone and let it hang from her hand before it finally dropped to the mat below her. She exited the ring as quickly as she entered. "Crushed" blast back on the sound system. She walked up the ramp and back through the curtain.