2014.06.19: PWN - LEGACY - Either Way, Drew. Either Way
Either way, I win.
Every step of the way, Drew Stevenson just continues to confirm everything I've ever said about him. But hey, at least this time we actually got his attention. at least enough so to get him to admit that he doesn't watch his opponent's promos, anyway. So listen... while I'm still going to look into this camera and address Drew Stevenson directly, you and I both know that at best I'm simply speaking to one of his idiot interns... so for their sake, I'll speak slowly.
Let me make one thing perfectly clear right out of the gate... Drew Stevenson FEARS Alyssa Pryde. I know, it's obvious and doesn't bear repeating at this stage of the game as every word that falls from his lips is simply slimed with fear and loathing, but I want you all to listen very closely and very carefully to what I'm about to tell you, because it cuts right down to the core of everything that The Emerald has said this week. While I mean it when I tell you that Drew Stevenson fears Alyssa Pryde, it's absolutely true... but the fact is, it runs much, much deeper than that, and at it's core lies the reason that Drew Stevenson is tripping all over words like Legacy this week. Because there's a much bigger fear than just me in Drew Stevenson right now.
Take a good look at me, Drew. Do I look like the sort who plays games? I'm not. So I'm not really sure what you're ranting about with all of your talk about gods, and demi-gods... but I assure you this: You are mortal. I'm sure you've convinced yourself that you're not, as you've clearly convinced yourself of so many things, but you are mortal, and you will bleed when my teeth sink into your face, of that I can assure you. I mean, do you even realize how desperate you're starting to sound, Drew, repeating your own hype into your own ear, over and over and over again? It's a security blanket for you, isn't it? That's why you have to keep telling yourself how great you are... not because you believe it, but because you have to keep convincing yourself of it just to be able to sleep at night.
Here's another thing, Stevenson... although I can't believe that you're really so stupid as that I have to explain this to you: Legacy Wrestling doesn't have a separate division for the women. If it did, I wouldn't be here. Your assertion that if stuck in a Woman's Division I would bitch moan and complain... well, Drew, once again you've shown just how stupid you are, because that would never happen. Because I would never sign with a company that forced me to wrestle nothing like the vapid bimbos that you date, Stevenson. No, the Liz Smalls and the Amy Drews of the world may be content to suck your cock while racking up huge winless streaks, but that's not me, not my career. And maybe the fact that I'd never sign with a company that would try and force me to fight nothing but women should be a lesson to you, Drew. I mean, since you so clearly fear women, maybe you should pack up and head for a company that doesn't allow them at all.
Because that's the real kicker, isn't it, Drew? That's the thing that The Emerald knows that's even more terrifying to him than me, and the prospect of losing to me...
It's the prospect of losing to a woman.
You shouldn't really worry too much about it, Drew... I mean, I'm barely a woman by most standards. I've been telling you for months that I'm a monster, and it's a truth that you're going to realize clearly enough by the end of the week. But that's not really it, is it? I mean, at the end of the day, when you lose to a 5'5", 125 pound cunt... well, it's just going to tear your little house of cards down, isn't it, Drew? You won't really be able to wave the Greatest Wrestler In The World flag anymore, will you? And do you want to know the funniest part, Stevenson? I'm not even saying that a loss to me will actually damage your so-called legacy at all. In actual fact, it goes right back to your Lakers analogy. The Lakers legacy is undisputed, but as I pointed out, they're coming off one hell of a shitty year. Saturday morning, if you were anyone else in the world, you'd be able to relate, because like the Lakers, your legacy will be untarnished, but you'll be coming off one hell of a bad night. But the truth is that it's not even going to work out that well for you, is it Drew? Because I see now just how fragile this all is for you. I see how much you need to cling to this belief that you are something more than mortal. I can see now that you really need this belief that you are a god... it's why you surround yourself with adoring bimbos and sycophant yes men. Because the illusion that you've built, the one that nearly every word out of your mouth has to serve and support, is all-important to you.
And that's your REAL fear... it's the knowledge that after I beat you this week, it's going to be nigh impossible for you to maintain that illusion for yourself. Losing to me, after everything you said about me, after everything you've convinced yourself to be true about me, well... that loss will make it, the illusion, impossible to maintain.
Sucks to be you, Drew.
Because I do know my role. I know exactly why I'm here. I'm prepared, I've done my homework, and I know exactly what I'm capable of doing to you inside that ring. Provided that I'm given the opportunity... but more and more I don't believe that's going to happen, is it Drew? The fact is, faced with the realization of what is truly at stake for you and faced with the knowledge that I can beat you, you are seriously considering not showing up at all for the match, aren't you Drew?
Again, that one's rhetorical Drew. You've already told us all the answer with every word that you've spit this week.
And like I said earlier tonight, I really don't care. Come and be defeated or use your 'connections' and find a way to weasel out of the match. It just doesn't matter at all. Either way, the long-term result plays out the same. Either I get my hand raised, or I reveal you for the spineless coward that you are, that I've known you to be since I first laid eyes on you.
