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| 12-22-01 Lincolnton, NC Echelon makes a statement I warned you, Lady Cassandra. I warned you, didn't I? With more than mild interest, I watched the match between Lady Cassandra and Little Parka. Can't stand either of them, I really can't. She beat the lucha-loser with a lucky shot and paraded around the ring like she'd just been crowned Miss Redneck America. You should've seen the look on her face as I came through the curtain. What was even more laughable was, after I'd rolled into the ring, the way she tried to get right up in my face about interrupting her little celebration. Stupid girl, I'm at least 7" taller and 50lbs heavier than you are! She whined something about me not having any right to be there; now that kills me. I can benchpress her and her little boytoy Michael, and -she- thinks she can tell me where I should or shouldn't be? Someone must've forgotten their Midol that morning, because she shoved me. If I hadn't seen her hands on my shoulders, I would've thought some slackjawed yokel in the crowd had thrown their popcorn box. But no, she shoved me ... and all I could do was smile. So we want to play that game, do we? I shoved her back and she went tumbling to the mat on her ass. The girl's stupider than we all think, though, because she got back up and threw a punch. I smiled again and threw a punch of my own. We went back and forth a few times and I could see that she was getting desperate. I anticipated that boot to the gut and the subsequent Karmic Kickback she delivered, and I let it happen because I knew the results it would produce. All part of the plan, the grand scheme of things if you will; just as I'd figured she would, Butterfly came rushing down to the ring and laid out Lady Cassandra with the title belt. Perfect. I delivered a few rather gleeful stomps to the fallen Cassandra's back before raising Butterfly's hand in victory in the middle of the ring ... in the middle of my ring. And then I clotheslined Butterfly so hard that she folded in half and lie there twitching on the mat. For good measure, I beat the hell out of Cassandra a little more and then stood defiantly as my music played. Both of those silly girls literally crawled away from me in fear. Welcome to the biggest, most important lesson in your life. It's survival of the fittest everywhere you go, and the ring is no different. I'm more than happy to teach you both this lesson. Next, we move on to lesson number two: weakness is unforgiveable. You both make me sick. You'll learn what it takes to make it in that squared circle, or you'll leave the ring with shattered ribs. |