Post by Crowne on May 30, 2016 1:26:01 GMT -6
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
Alison Crowne, that's Alison with one L, could be seen walking on the shore of Lake Alice. Wearing a pair of shorts, a white Humpty Dumpty t-shirt, and holding an ice cold glass of lemonade it became apparent really quick that she wasn't feeling any heat from what could at times be unforgiving Florida weather. But to a Florida native this kind of tropical heat came with the territory and it comes to a point where your body just simply adapts to the climate much like the Denver Broncos adapting to the thinner air at Mile High due to the altitude. Such less than ideal conditions eventually become an advantage, an edge instead of a hindrance; perhaps one of several reasons why Alison rarely lost her cool. She saw what Vic had to say; it honestly amused her. A bit of grandiose posturing, a bit of inserting words into another's mouth, the raging ego run amok; it was everything she expected. The only thing that did surprise her was the respect Vic appeared to have for the Women's Championship versus the militant feminism expressed by her running mate, EV who appeared to take the Women's Championship as an insult and inferior to the Heavyweight Championship. It was refreshing that she didn't appear to share that same narrow minded world view. Taking a sip from her glass she leisurely strolled upon the shores, shores upon which alligators lurk just feet away under the water's surface; no need for a grand cocktail dress or high society for her to feel secure or important.
Alison Crowne: You really are a work of art Vic. You point out on how I have you pegged and the puzzle solved before the match even began, that you were a chick with a superiority complex but then you preceded to do nothing to prove me wrong; in fact you only strengthened my argument from the moment the cameras started rolling. First things first; if you wanted to put the stereotype to rest you'd dress the role of a normal person instead of some high society socialite who looks so sorely out of place for a promotion in Kansas City, Missouri. You didn't have to dress like a slob but you certainly didn't have to go through all that trouble to primp and preen like you're third in line to the throne in Great Britain. Talk about coming overdressed to work. The way you carry yourself, the way you seem to think so little of me, that I'm beneath you, that we're all beneath you and that we should bow down and worship you as some “Conquering Queen”. I doubt that only applies to me and I doubt that if enabled it would stop at just me. Congratulations, I'm not even a minute into my video and I've already laid out how you've done nothing to prove my statements false! Kudos to you girl. It doesn't take Dr. Phil to point out that you have a massive superiority complex, one that'd make Napoleon blush.
She spoke with a calm confidence about her. She didn't yell nor raise her voice, there was no need to. A mere emphasis on a word or phrase here or there was enough to get her point across. Her opponent left herself wide open without even realizing it and she was just merely reacting like a strategist who saw their opponent run straight into a pit. With an ego that big Vic likely thought she had no flaws or weaknesses, or at least that's how she appeared to carry herself. Nobody was invincible and even Alison knew she wasn't immune to this simple fact of life but what she could do was remain disciplined and avoid telegraphing it for free.
Alison Crowne: I never knocked on your talent in between those ropes Vic, I acknowledged that you were good; I just said you weren't wrestling royalty. If you take that as me claiming that you're not as good as you think you are then honestly that's your own insecurity coming home to roost there. Royalty, imagined or otherwise is no measure of ability in any given field of work. You think you can have it both ways by claiming “you don't know me from Adam” and call me presumptuous for pegging you for what you are and turning around and exhibiting every single trait regardless. The world doesn't work that way, it may work in your little bubble, your circle of admirers but in MSW; in the real world, that logic don't fly.
As for Lexi Pyrce? Last I checked she wasn't in this match. I did allude to our history on the independents briefly in my last video as an example of what I've endured to get to this point but for someone who claims I spoke out of turn you yourself are speaking on matters that you have no knowledge on. Our relationship wasn't always what it is now and yet a brief factoid is your little ace in the hole? Talk about reaching for low hanging fruit. You let me deal with that beast when the time comes because right now I'm not looking past you to her, my focus is on beating you.
Talk about a walking, living, breathing personification of a hypocrite because that's exactly what Vic was. The difference between presumption and reality is rooted in what you think you know versus the facts at hand. Vic was an egomaniac running amok and her personality, her actions reflected that reality. It wasn't something that Alison really had to prove because she knew her opponent would do it for her without even realizing it; that's called knowing your enemy.
Alison Crowne: There is no Kingdom, there is no coronation ceremony on the horizon, there is no rebellion or dissension to be had because the only thing you have at the present is yourself; yourself and a pile of bricks that unfortunately can't self-assemble the castle you reside in inside your fantasy land. We're both looking to establish ourselves in MSW but it sounds like you'd rather consider yourself the top dog without even having a fight. That right there is the ultimate presumption of them all; that you're already at the top of the Women's division.
You talk about respect to your name but respect is earned at the end of the day; and not because you demand, that you decree that your name be respected. Respect is earned through hard work, respect is earned by putting in the hours, respect is earned by letting your actions do the talking instead of your mouth. If you truly are the best you wouldn't have to say it, if you know you're the best you prove it day in and day out until there is no doubt. So continue to prove me right Vic, because every time you flaunt your self-proclaimed royalty, every time you talk about your throne, every single time you flaunt your sense of superiority you're only proving me right again and again.
She stopped in her steps as her eyes wandered towards the water, a gator could be seen with its jaws wide open just peaking above the water's surface. The gator was hunting, waiting for its prey to swim right into it's path. Alison kneeled right at the edge, right where the shore meets the water, the gator a mere 10 yards away. She sipped her lemonade intently as suddenly the gator's jaws suddenly snap shut, a fish snared and devoured in a flash; so quick if you blinked you'd miss it.
Alison Crowne: That's how quick things can change and the ring is no different. A death note if I ever saw one. So keep on thinking of yourself as Xena, Warrior Princess, keep on thinking that you already got this in the bag because if you do? You won't even see the trap sitting in front of your face and just like that poor unfortunate fish it'll all be your own undoing and completely avoidable.
Normally being this close to a gator would be a bit unnerving to say the least but for Alison it was something that was just a part of life in Gainesville. Their University's mascot was a Gator, Lake Alice was incorporated into the city of Gainesville and occasionally a gator would get adventurous and wind up in someone's pool. As long as you weren't stupid and tried to act like a DIY Steve Irwin they were content enough to leave you alone.
Alison Crowne: And I'll be there, ready to seize the day when you do.
Alison flipped her phone out of her pocket, a few quick swipes later she found herself a very fitting mp3, sending a message in more ways than one with the iconic lyrics.
Cause I'm T.N.T.
I'm dynamite T.N.T. and
I'll win the fight T.N.T.
I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode
I'm dynamite T.N.T. and
I'll win the fight T.N.T.
I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode
