Post by Tara Davidson on Feb 26, 2016 3:01:26 GMT
Oh where oh where did my Flippy go?
I'm almost saddened at the thought that he could be choosing to ignore me all of a sudden. Did our match at Global Takeover mean nothing to the great and mighty King Flip? Was I nothing more than another opponent in his eyes despite the obvious way he made it clear that I was very much getting underneath of his skin. The words would barely come out of my mouth before he was getting all offended and doing his best to run some damage control to keep his precious ego intact.
I thought that meant we had some real chemistry.
What a shame to find out that I was wrong.
Although there is one extremely important reason to find myself still having very much an interest in the whereabouts of King Flip. The most important reason. The simple fact that my GPC Fighting Jnr Heavyweight championship belt still remains in his possession to this day. I had been hoping that I would see him there at the press conference. If only to be able to get another glimpse at my golden trophy despite the fact it remains in the hands of a man who has proven to the world he does not deserve to be called a champion in the slightest.
Perhaps that is all part of the greater plan inside the mind of Flip Frields. To continue to keep his distance so that I find myself growing restless with anticipation as we approach closer towards Stardom. Still without even one small glimpse at my golden championship belt. Still without the feel and the weight of the gold in my hands to further remind me that I have become a champion in NJFC. Does he believe that is what is going to break me so that he will be able to reclaim the championship belt which he lost? He obviously does not know me at all if he thinks that keeping me distanced from what I cherish is the best way to weaken me before we are to set foot inside of the ring for a second time.
The desire only grows stronger to the point where I find myself grinding my teeth and pushing my nails into everything to keep myself from lunging out wanting to tear him apart limb from limb. I have become nothing short of a woman possessed as I keep reminding myself that there is only mere days left before Stardom arrives and I can put both of my feet inside of the ring. I will once again stare down into the eyes of the man with the smirk who believes himself to be the King of a kingdom who has long fallen apart. There is nothing but dust at his feet which is the exact reason why Flip Frields even stole my championship belt in the first place.
Is that the real source of the problem now?
Does Flip Frields truly have nothing to say when he knows that he has been exposed as the true hypocrite all along? What can he say at this point which would make him look justified in his actions of stealing a championship belt that he lost? Or stealing a championship belt which he might not ever win in the first place? I haven't even heard anything from his little sidekick. Not that she even matters to be honest. I can't even be bothered to remember her name half of the time. The only thing which I do remember is the fact that she won't be sticking her face, or is it mask, in the middle of my match against my good friend Flippy at Stardom. Otherwise it's going to be the end of the line for our dear King. Not that I would be sorry to see him go to be perfectly honest. Not in the slightest.
Oh poor Flippy.
It must be so hard for a man to accept when he has been bested by a woman he looked down upon from the very first match that our match was announced. He was so sure that he was going to win! Wasn't that the very last thing he said before we even stepped foot inside of the ring? That this match was already won? That he didn't even have to try? How's that for some irony, right? All of that false bravado meant nothing in the end. The cold harsh reality must have been quite the shock when it struck him that he had just lost the championship belt that he had all but guaranteed would remain in his possession.
That must have been the moment when Flippy snapped. The moment when his brain went all snap, crackle, and pop which lead him to making one of the most stupid decisions he could have made in his entire life. Especially when I have been given another match against King Flip where there is no rules to be found inside of the ring. A hardcore match which gives me the chance to truly beat it into his head and his body that there is nothing left here for the supposed King but bitter disappointment. NJFC is heading into a brand new era and I'm afraid that there is no room to be found for those who can't even prove that they have any worth left in this company. All of the words spoken by Flip Frields in the past mean nothing. They are worth about as much as the Canadian dollar at this point.
Less than nothing.