Post by Tara Davidson on Feb 25, 2016 20:30:15 GMT
Grabbed my hand and pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
What is a champion without their belt?
Nothing, right?
That is the answer everyone expects to hear right off the bat. After all what is the point of even being a champion without the glory of being able to hold the golden prize as a constant reminder to all of those without the championship that you are the one sitting at the top of the mountain. It is the much needed incentive to give all of those aspiring hopefuls the drive to make attempts to remove the championship belt out of your hands. It's all part of the greater passion which pushes us all inside of the ring.
It is the fuel which feeds the fire.
There is always going to be those who claim that they are in this business not because of the championship belts, that it's something much deeper which pushes them to move forward, and that championship belts alone are not reason enough to proclaim yourself as one of the best in the ring. Those are usually the people who cannot even win a championship belt in the first place. They developed the kind of attitude like they don't even care in the first place and figure that it's much better than to admit to falling short of sitting upon the top of that golden mountain. It doesn't mean they don't care about championship belts.
In fact those are the kind of people who care about championship belt the most.
It is always those who cannot who have the most desire and greed growing in their hearts. It is easy to spot them in the crowd. Especially when they are in the presence of a championship belt. There's a certain gleam in their eye which makes it quite clear that they have but one focus which is ever present in the back of their minds. It can quickly turn into a darkened obsession if they find themselves far too much in the presence of championship gold being shoved in their faces. Who wants to have their own shortcomings be nothing more than a dreadful reminder at every single turn? It's like having the knife be twisted inside of the open wound in order to make the entire experience that much more painful.
Of course I don't mean to allude that I think Flip Frields is that type of person since he was the one who had been holding the GPC Fighting Jnr Heavyweight championship at Global Takeover. The very same championship belt which he lost to me and that must been the moment where something snapped right there inside of his brain because Flip Frield's immediate response was to steal MY newly won championship belt like that was going to erase what had happened during our match. In one rash decision Flip hoped that it would erase the shame of his loss and would continue to give him the right to call himself a King despite the fact he had proven himself to be nothing more than your average run of the mill mediocre joke inside of the ring.
Some things never change, right Flippy?
How does it feel to be holding onto two championship belts which you don't even deserve? How does it feel to know that you needed help to even steal those championship belts in the first place? Where would Flip Frields be without his faithful sidekick by his side? I imagine that we are going to find out at Stardom when she is going to be barred from appearing at ringside when I get the pleasure of dancing all over his face with any weapon of my choosing. I've been biding my time quite patiently waiting for this moment to arrive and to feel the sweet justification of the reward that comes from inflicting pain upon the man who attempted to smear my first moments as the brand new GPC Fighting Jnr Heavyweight champion here in NJFC. That was supposed to be have been my moment of glory, the triumph of not only being the Queen of NJFC, but to also be able to call myself a champion and hold the precious gold up high above my head.
Instead I have to watch MY championship belt leave the building in the hands of an extremely petty man who clearly cannot handle what it means to lose both a match and a championship. God that ego has only grown bigger over time, hasn't it Flip? Too bad that it suffocated all of the air out of your head leaving no room for the brain to function long enough for common sense to present itself making it clear to you that stealing MY championship belt was an extremely bad idea. I suppose that is also something which I need to beat into your head at Stardom. Trust me when I say that it is going to be an extreme pleasure for me to do this in front of an entire crowd full of people that had probably once been drinking the Kool-Aid which Flip Frields was so desperate to shove down their throats.
I told you that you were nothing but an impostor, a pretender, a joke... didn't I?
Why did you have to go and prove me right, Flippy?
Why did you have to go and piss me off like this when I should have been celebrating?
Revenge is going to be so sweet.
I can already taste it now.
Take the words right out my mouth
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it