Post by Kaiser on Jun 26, 2016 12:29:23 GMT -6
Next, Kat Jones walked around, speaking ill of her former rival, Artemis. She dismissed her the entire time, but the video skipped to an event. Back to Basics, one of the best grossing events in MSW history, came forward. Kat Jones laid on the mat, unconscious, while a hurt but victorious Artemis stood with her championship high in the air.
Then, Marie Porter, the bubbly fan favorite, danced around. It showed her victory at Back to Basics to secure her championship shot so long ago. However, the next shot showed her unconscious as Artemis stood over her with her championship and a bloodthirsty expression upon her face.
Finally, the young upstart, glint, was showed being picked apart by the returning Artemis Kaiser. It showed each frame of her futile efforts to outwrestle the experience destroyer. Finally, it ended with her attempt to overtake the match, a simple springboard, being ended by a devastating Crusade to the face.
A fade transition then showed a montage of all the new Women of Tradition. It ended with a single shot of Artemis Kaiser, garbed in warrior’s clothing, sitting upon a throne. Her championship rested upon her lap. She looked up into the camera, a hostile expression upon her face. One sentence left her lips.
“It’s about damn time that you’ve given me something to do.”
“Ahem.”
Artemis Kaiser stood in the same convention room as she did way before. She tapped on the podium’s microphone a few times, trying to gain her composure as she did. While she did manage to just that, it was all a guise for the sudden yelling that followed.
“WOMEN OF TRADITION, YOU IDIOTS!”
“How the hell can you fight for my title when you can’t get the name, right? It’s almost as bad as when that sparkly bitch, glint, said that she wasn’t going to put effort in because she didn’t know if I was going to show up or not,” she openly mocked glint’s speech pattern. “How freaking stupid can you two get? Don’t answer, because I feel like you’ll prove that you can EASILY.”
Artemis sighed before continuing.
“My word, you two are the most backwards freaking peons that I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I cannot believe that IC3 or whoever is giving you this golden opportunity when you have squandered them so many times before. I think it’s time that we have a little pity party here for you, because all you two have done since you’ve gracefully stepped into MY company is fail.”
“Alison Crowne, Vic tapped out. Emma Douglas, using the move I made famous, took down Ev the Weak. Lexi Pryce, knocked right the hell out. Finally, Ev the Weak TAPPED OUT TO GOD!” she let go a maniacal laughter, both at the fact that Ev lost and Sister Catherine’s frantic ways. She kept laughing until she doubled over but eventually straightened up. “Yeah, I know exactly what this is meant to be.”
“You two might believe that since they’re the two of you, you may have a shed of a chance in beating me. Sadly, IC3 sent you all to the gallows, because you both are about to get wrecked. Yes, that’s right, WRECKED by the CHAMP 4 LIFE! Let me add a bit more to this,” she cleared her throat.
“You’re both about to get taken to pound town by the only MSW Triple Crown Champion, the most dominant wrestler in MSW’s illustrious history, and the only woman on this roster that has a shred of a chance in taking down Cocheese,” she paused, “So take a hint there, Ev.”
“Welcome to the revolving door,” Artemis began, standing up straight. “Since you two are new and stupid, let me explain this to you. When I first got this championship a LONG, LONG time ago, I said that this would be a revolving door. Challengers would enter to try to take this from me, get beaten down, and try to come back stronger than before, and get the same EXACT ass beating. I would stake up defenses until either I got bored or management took this belt away from me. The thing is, management isn’t going to do anything like that and I’m far from bored. So you two ladies are just going to have to deal with the fact that you’ll be another notch in my belt.”
“Vic, this won’t be your first time failing to win a championship. I heard about those tales in Europe. You were such a hot commodity, but then you fell short of winning the big one. Then people just kind of rolled their eyes and said you weren’t really much to begin with. How exactly does that feel, huh? I think that’s where you got this queen mentality from.”
“I guess your mum didn’t raise you right. She probably told you that you were a princess and that the world’s yours. The thing is, that was a lie, kind of akin to the fact that your mother probably doesn’t love you either. She fooled you into this stupid sense of entitlement and guess what, it’s leading you nowhere. You fail and fail and you have to look yourself in the mirror. With tears and makeup rolling down your bruised face, you have to tell yourself that you’re a queen and that you’re worth a damn. Really, you need to wake the hell up and realize one tiny thing.”
“Queens aren’t meant to rule.”
“There’s only one queen that’s worth a damn and she’s on her last leg…and it’s not you. Queens are meant to be executed for shock value. You’re just going to follow the trend at the rate you’re going.”
“Do you know that I have never called myself a queen. I always hated that kind of mess growing up. I began to hate it more when I got into wrestling. Because every piece of malignant garbage that occupied MY space and breathed MY air called themselves ‘queens’ and ‘royalty’. So I became obsessed with doing what my family always does…conquer. I’m a conqueror. I’m Genghis Khan, I’m Attila the Hun. I’m coming into your kingdom, taking your throne, and burning it right to the ground! I’m the dragon that can’t be slain. I’m the CHAMPION FOR LIFE! You can try everything in all your ROYAL power to try to stop me, but you’ll just be another bitch on the chopping block at the end of the day.”
“Just like your girl, Ev, over there. She has so many issues that she has to call herself great just to get out of bed in the morning. Greatness isn’t something you call yourself. It’s something you earn. And I HAVE EARNED IT. Alexander the Great didn’t get his title by just going around calling himself that. No, he waged war and decimated NATIONS to get it. I can call myself ‘Artemis the Great’ because that’s the same exact thing that I did when I waltzed in MSW.”
“I came in, looked at Shawna Martinez, and took that championship out of her twitching hands AFTER I BROKE HER NECK,” Artemis smirked devilishly. “You see that she left the company again when I realized what bullshit she was saying?”
“But ever since that moment, people began to realize that I’m legitimate. I have heard my praises sung in screams. From Kat Stevenson, to Marie Porter, to that one bitch, glint, and now I will hear it from you two idiots. It’ll be screamed louder than anything Sister Catherine can do.”
“This match isn’t stacked against me. It’s not a handicap match for me. It’s a handicap match for you two. I’ll destroy you mentally while I destroy you physically. Because how bad is it that you two combined cannot hold a candle to me?”
“With a wave of my hand, I make my enemies humble. So I’m more of a queen than Vic dreams of being. I got all the accolades to back my claim to fame, so I’m greater than Ev the Weak over there. So let me ask you two a very simple question. It’s so simple that you two cannot answer incorrectly. But knowing you two, you both will find a way to prove me wrong.”
“Do you two have any shame?”
