Post by Valentina Madison on Oct 20, 2013 6:58:50 GMT -5
October 10, 2013
The scene is Valentina Madison’s hotel room. It’s close to 9 PM and she’s had a struggle inside of her for the last few days. Her typically cheery and optimistic composition has given away to worry and despair. She can’t get Reloaded out of her head. She went into the last Reloaded raring to go and ready to defeat Christian Carter and prove to the world that she was ready for primetime. She did win, but it wasn’t in the way that she expected it to be. She witnessed the horror of a drunk Christian Carter going after a referee and the incident has been burned in her brain ever since. She’s sitting on her bed, trying hard to forget about it. It’s just hard for her.
Valentina Madison: I didn’t sign up for this.
Valentina sighs as she wasn’t expecting everything to turn out the way it did.
Valentina Madison: I never imagined that I’d experience some of the ugliness that comes with the great sport of professional wrestling. A group of bullies taking over because the boss couldn’t win a simple poker game, having to fight someone that’s been attempting to antagonize me lately, and worst of all, seeing such horror when Christian Carter proved that he was, well… a maniac….
Valentina continues to look very worried.
Valentina Madison: This is not what I hoped for. I didn’t think wrestling would have such a cruel side to it. Why did I have to witness that maniac? It almost feels like he didn’t take me seriously at all so he decided to have one of his patented relapses. It’s so insulting, so revolting, I just don’t know what to do about this. I just…
Valentina takes a small breath to try to blow off some stress.
Valentina Madison: …didn’t need that flashback to some of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. It’s so tragic that many of the worst things I’ve ever had to experience have always been tied to someone having a wretched case of alcoholism.
Valentina doesn’t know how to handle this, and what she just revealed is key to that. She’s made it very clear that what she saw Christian Carter do is not even close to being her first encounter with alcoholism. She slides off her bed and walks to the mirror in the room. She stops by it and picks up her purse from the counter beneath the mirror. She pulls a chair out from underneath the counter and sits down. Following that, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a picture from a few years back. The picture is of another young woman that Valentina obviously has some sort of familiarity with. She looks at the picture and starts talking to it.
Valentina Madison: Lindsey, I can’t believe this poison that’s always lurking in society has come back to haunt me again. Being my best friend, you always knew how outspoken I was about how alcohol can destroy someone’s life. I tried to be compassionate and understanding with Christian Carter and he thanked me by drinking himself out of our match. It was a punch-drunk slap in the face. As you know Lindsey, I’ve had far too many of those than I’d really want to. I know you don’t know Christian, it’s impossible and I know that you wouldn’t want to know him. But I remember how we would discuss the pact that we made that we would never attend an after party that had any drugs or alcohol involved because we were devoted to the straightedge cause. It was important to you, I’ll never forget that. You too, had your own terrible experiences with it.
Valentina pauses as she remembers the stories she had exchanged with Lindsey.
Valentina Madison: I thought my own experiences were extremely traumatic, but they were nothing compared to yours. I could never imagine having to relocate to a foster home because of having two parents with alcoholism that would violently beat each other. I was at least fortunate not to have gone through that. In all reality, Christian Carter’s behavior was reminiscent of your own father’s, from what you told me.
Valentina starts looking sullen over what she’s about to say.
Valentina Madison: Unfortunately, his behavior a few nights ago was also reminiscent of my own father’s. The fact that in a couple of weeks, I actually have to trust him is something that reopens some old wounds and scars of mine that I had suffered before. My father… I love him dearly in spite of the fact that he was once a serious alcoholic and is still recovering to this day. But it’s still really hard to trust him. How can I trust Christian? Once someone succumbs to alcoholism, it’s difficult to ever have faith in someone you need to trust. You remember Lindsey, when you came over and you saw me plead to my father to stop drinking because he deserved to be there for me when I graduated the eighth grade. He told me he was going to be there. Instead, he no-showed because he went to the bar and he wound up being in jail for a week. He hurt me emotionally, but he also scarred me physically…
Valentina pauses her “conversation” with Lindsey to roll her left sleeve all the way up to her elbow. Her left forearm contains a reminder of her negative experience with alcoholism from her own father.
Valentina Madison: Unfortunately Lindsey, you witnessed it for yourself. I grew tired of seeing even a bottle of beer in his hand and you watched as I tried to confront him and get him to stop self-destructing with his alcoholism. It was the worst argument I have ever been in, in my entire life. You watched in horror as I tried to snatch the bottle away from him, but he pushed me aside. Then, he took it upon himself to shatter that bottle over my arm. The anguish couldn’t have been more unbearable that night, and I sincerely apologize that you had to go through seeing that. At Reloaded a few days ago, when I was looking forward to wrestling him, his behavior that night may as well have been him taking a bottle and smashing it over my arm. I don’t understand why he would do that to me. I’ve done no wrong to him.
One can argue that Valentina may be taking things a little too personally and that she could be complicating the situation. However, one can’t blame her for how she’s feeling. She was truly excited to compete against Christian and the way things went, with Christian relapsing and making what Valentina felt was a public mockery of the match, truly disappointed her. Valentina is making many parallels between her previous experiences with alcoholism and what went down at the last Reloaded.
Valentina Madison: Lindsey…
She takes a deeper look at the picture of Lindsey that she has. She’s overcome with sadness.
Valentina Madison: We were there for each other throughout the hard times, and seven years ago today, that all changed. It changed drastically, dramatically, and devastatingly. Seven years ago today, your life was cut short too soon. As if alcoholism couldn’t be enough of a burden, a drunk driver had to take your life away. Your death has left a psychological burden in me. What if it happens to someone I care about? What if Christian Carter goes out there and kills an innocent person that has his or her life ahead of him or her? Heck, what if that innocent person is me? This whole situation makes me very nervous!
The concern on Valentina’s face is telling.
Valentina Madison: People don’t realize that drunk driving accidents and deaths affect more than those involved, it affects those close to the people involved. I feel very awful for Shelly, who he’s had his ups and downs with. I feel awful for MPW management for having to deal with him. Your death affected me plenty. That straightedge pledge we made was broken. Luckily, I’m only a social drinker and have never had problems but the pledge was broken and I’m sorry for that. I couldn’t cope with your death, so I went to this party and that pledge was broken when I succumbed to peer pressure….
Valentina looks guilty as she recalls yet another episode with alcohol that left any sort of emotional scarring.
Valentina Madison: I kept saying “no”, but I can’t forget the names. “Sissy”, “Loser”, “Outcast”, “Softie”, “Pussycat”, “Baby”…and they went on and on until I gave in. It’s unfortunate because that’s what that wretched woman Laila has been doing, to a lesser extent, but I’ll worry about her later. Lindsey, after putting these episodes in perspective, and knowing that you’d forgive me for breaking the pledge, what happened with Christian Carter is the last straw. I promise you, from now on, I’m never having one sip of any type of alcohol ever again.
Valentina puts the picture of Lindsey back in her purse. She pulls out a folded piece of paper that she’s always carried with her as well. She unfolds it and she looks like she’s experiencing the name calling she had gone through the night she broke her pledge to Lindsey.
Valentina Madison: I need to look inside myself, and I need to overcome this. I can no longer respect Christian Carter, he’s a sorry excuse of an individual. If he sets himself straight and overcomes his demons, I can, perhaps, forgive him. But any compassion I showed for him is out the window. Maybe I should stop being compassionate to those that don’t deserve it. After all, I’m starting to think that might be a hindrance of mine. Christian…whatever it takes, I’ll leave you mauled and laying in your own worthless cycle of self-destruction for the way you insulted me.
Valentina thinks it through a bit more.
Valentina Madison: I wish I could be more assertive, but I’m afraid of giving up what makes me the person that I am. There’s got to be a way to compromise. I wish it wasn’t so complicated.
Valentina just remains seated and thinks to herself some more. She doesn’t realize it, which is typical since she complicates things more than she should at times, but there’s clearly a way to compromise her situation. She continues to think things through, as she has plenty on her mind. She’s studied human psychology quite extensively before, she’s got no doubts that she’ll manufacture a compromise to her current problem.
October 20, 2013
The scene takes place in a high school basketball gym in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. It’s unique, in the sense that the court is set up for a dodgeball game for some reason. There are life sized cutouts of various people that are on one side and on the other side, there is an entire bag of dodge balls. Valentina comes out and she’s looking more upbeat than she was ten days prior back in the hotel room. On top of that, she looks determined as she speaks her mind.
Valentina Madison: I know what you’re thinking! High school was years ago, I shouldn’t be in a place like this. Or maybe you’re thinking that I’m out of my element doing something like this. No worries, there’s a point to all of this. Tonight, I’m going to be taking on Laila, and I’ll get to her in just a bit. However, I figured I’d schedule a nice little game of dodge ball this morning just to make my point, so here goes. MPW is, to some extent, like a high school. You have your diverse cast of characters and groups going on. First, you have the likeable people. Those people are people like Roxi Johnson, Taufik, Chrissy Starr and Johnny Clash. They’re popular, and they’re very likeable people. They are the ones that don’t have a problem in being friends with everybody. Back in my high school days, I liked those types of people. Second, you have those that are also likeable, but are more emotionally honest and less sociable, but they’re still great people. Aeryn Ashfield and Soul Shadow instantly come to mind. And then, you have the “popular people”, those that think they run everything, those that put down anyone beneath them, and those that think they can get away with any sort of bullying!
Valentina starts to look slightly angry, remembering when she dealt with those types of people.
Valentina Madison: My gosh, I wonder who fits that description? Right, my old high school enemies that peer pressured me into breaking a straightedge pledge of mine. I have always wanted to do this to you people, I just never had it in me to do so. So, here goes!
Valentina pulls some dodge balls and starts firing away, knocking down generic cardboard cutouts of people that portray the “popular” stereotype. Most of them got broken in half. Valentina smiles after she gets through with them.
Valentina Madison: You know who else fits that description? The Iconic Aggression, that’s who! You three are the most obnoxious, repulsive, ridiculous, vomit-inducing, sick-hearted dimwits I have ever met in my life! Trey Baxter, what was that term you used against me? “College skank”? Clearly, your vocabulary is so advanced that you’d give the U.S. National Spelling Bee champion a true run for his money! You might be a former world champion, and pardon my French, but to be painfully honest with you, despite your talent, your egotistical and diabolical ways make you out to be a true, and honest to god chickenshit! So this one’s for you!
Valentina throws a dodge ball at a cutout of Trey Baxter. It knocked him square in the, well, you know… and the cutout falls down.
Valentina Madison: Jackson Blaze, the Sin City Champion. Great talent, but intelligence is non-existent in your world. Your purpose, and it’s a shame too because of your talent, is nothing more than being Trey Baxter’s “yes man”. So perhaps with this dodge ball, I can knock some sense into you.
Valentina throws another dodge ball at a cutout of Jackson Blaze, breaking it in half. There’s only two more cutouts left.
Valentina Madison: Laila, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Your childish insults of me on Twitter were very cute when you tried to liken me to being a “sissy”. I know you didn’t say it, but I know you were insinuating it. I’ve done my studying of you and I know that you’re just a child inside that is desperately seeking attention and that’s that. It’s psychology 101 CAMILLA, people go through drastic changes in life because they want to hide their insecurities and one of the biggest insecurities that you’ve ever had is your name because during my studies of you, I lost count of how many times you changed your name for one reason or another. If I’m not mistaken, you made your most recent change in name because you couldn’t mentally overcome the alleged abuse that was put upon you by your ex, the Television Champion himself, Taufik. Now, that’s your personal business, I’m not going to get into it. But the fact is Laila, you’re someone that runs away from her problems and that is why you try to pick on people like me and people like Chrissy. I don’t know Chrissy all too well, but I know this, she and I are at least secure with who you are. At least neither one of us have an identity crisis, like you do.
Valentina is starting to get progressively angrier as she continues her promo.
Valentina Madison: You want to advise me to leave professional wrestling? Laila, this has been a dream of mine for so long, I would never give it up while I’m still capable of living it. It’s those mere words that prove my hypothesis of how deep your insecurities truly are. This isn’t a wrestling match honey, this is a FIGHT! I spent all these days worrying and all these days being nervous and then I hit a point recently where I realized that I’ve allowed myself to be nothing more than fodder for other people’s bullying. It’s not going to happen anymore because I have studied my own weaknesses and the woman you thought I was and the woman I’ve become in recent days are two completely different women. Before you go there, allow me to explain how your situation and mine differ. Your situation is all a power grab, a trip down Egotistical Lane, a cover up to hide your past that you clearly have grown ashamed of! My situation is me, bettering myself as a person and evolving to sustain my dream and to increase my odds of survival in this industry! I know I am secure with myself. If the wrestling business doesn’t work out for me, at least I have my college degree to fall back on. But for you Laila, without wrestling, you have NOTHING and THAT is the true core of your psychological problems, in and of itself!
Mock my Twitter all day long. Attempt to take advantage of my relative newness to wrestling. I’ll be straight and I’ll confess that there was one aspect of professional wrestling I didn’t study hard enough and that was the ruthless aggression that comes with it. Christian Carter’s actions plus a self-assessment over the last couple of weeks helped me realize that there’s so much more to this business than to dream to be part of it. You want to judge me honey? I invite you to do so and I also invite you to generalize me as a “sissy”, a “softie” and someone who belongs in a children’s show where everyone holds hands. I’m through with having any sort of compassion for people like you and Christian Carter. I’ll always respect the talent of an individual, but I will never have compassion for people like you and your bullying buddies that have ZERO internal fortitude ever again! In spite of your irksome, mundane words, I do have a chance to beat you because I will always grow from my own sorrow and I will ALWAYS believe in me and as long as I do that, I know I have a chance. It gets better Laila, I know I can and I know I WILL beat you. I don’t care if your little posse is in charge, because the hunt for success continues and the Wondrous Wildcat is about to be the queen of the mountains! Tonight, “dark queen”, it’ll be off with your HEAD!
Valentina throws another dodge ball as hard as she can toward a cutout of Laila, and as it turns out, she knocks the head right off! Valentina smiles at this.
Valentina Madison: Christian Carter, I hope you’re watching because I have allowed you to insult me for the last time. In the meantime… eat THIS….
Valentina angrily throws one last dodge ball, knocking down the last cutout, which was one of Christian Carter. Valentina finds satisfaction with her successful dodgeball game and she leaves the high school gym motivated, hungry and ready to show the world that the wildcat’s got some serious claws!
The scene is Valentina Madison’s hotel room. It’s close to 9 PM and she’s had a struggle inside of her for the last few days. Her typically cheery and optimistic composition has given away to worry and despair. She can’t get Reloaded out of her head. She went into the last Reloaded raring to go and ready to defeat Christian Carter and prove to the world that she was ready for primetime. She did win, but it wasn’t in the way that she expected it to be. She witnessed the horror of a drunk Christian Carter going after a referee and the incident has been burned in her brain ever since. She’s sitting on her bed, trying hard to forget about it. It’s just hard for her.
Valentina Madison: I didn’t sign up for this.
Valentina sighs as she wasn’t expecting everything to turn out the way it did.
Valentina Madison: I never imagined that I’d experience some of the ugliness that comes with the great sport of professional wrestling. A group of bullies taking over because the boss couldn’t win a simple poker game, having to fight someone that’s been attempting to antagonize me lately, and worst of all, seeing such horror when Christian Carter proved that he was, well… a maniac….
Valentina continues to look very worried.
Valentina Madison: This is not what I hoped for. I didn’t think wrestling would have such a cruel side to it. Why did I have to witness that maniac? It almost feels like he didn’t take me seriously at all so he decided to have one of his patented relapses. It’s so insulting, so revolting, I just don’t know what to do about this. I just…
Valentina takes a small breath to try to blow off some stress.
Valentina Madison: …didn’t need that flashback to some of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. It’s so tragic that many of the worst things I’ve ever had to experience have always been tied to someone having a wretched case of alcoholism.
Valentina doesn’t know how to handle this, and what she just revealed is key to that. She’s made it very clear that what she saw Christian Carter do is not even close to being her first encounter with alcoholism. She slides off her bed and walks to the mirror in the room. She stops by it and picks up her purse from the counter beneath the mirror. She pulls a chair out from underneath the counter and sits down. Following that, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a picture from a few years back. The picture is of another young woman that Valentina obviously has some sort of familiarity with. She looks at the picture and starts talking to it.
Valentina Madison: Lindsey, I can’t believe this poison that’s always lurking in society has come back to haunt me again. Being my best friend, you always knew how outspoken I was about how alcohol can destroy someone’s life. I tried to be compassionate and understanding with Christian Carter and he thanked me by drinking himself out of our match. It was a punch-drunk slap in the face. As you know Lindsey, I’ve had far too many of those than I’d really want to. I know you don’t know Christian, it’s impossible and I know that you wouldn’t want to know him. But I remember how we would discuss the pact that we made that we would never attend an after party that had any drugs or alcohol involved because we were devoted to the straightedge cause. It was important to you, I’ll never forget that. You too, had your own terrible experiences with it.
Valentina pauses as she remembers the stories she had exchanged with Lindsey.
Valentina Madison: I thought my own experiences were extremely traumatic, but they were nothing compared to yours. I could never imagine having to relocate to a foster home because of having two parents with alcoholism that would violently beat each other. I was at least fortunate not to have gone through that. In all reality, Christian Carter’s behavior was reminiscent of your own father’s, from what you told me.
Valentina starts looking sullen over what she’s about to say.
Valentina Madison: Unfortunately, his behavior a few nights ago was also reminiscent of my own father’s. The fact that in a couple of weeks, I actually have to trust him is something that reopens some old wounds and scars of mine that I had suffered before. My father… I love him dearly in spite of the fact that he was once a serious alcoholic and is still recovering to this day. But it’s still really hard to trust him. How can I trust Christian? Once someone succumbs to alcoholism, it’s difficult to ever have faith in someone you need to trust. You remember Lindsey, when you came over and you saw me plead to my father to stop drinking because he deserved to be there for me when I graduated the eighth grade. He told me he was going to be there. Instead, he no-showed because he went to the bar and he wound up being in jail for a week. He hurt me emotionally, but he also scarred me physically…
Valentina pauses her “conversation” with Lindsey to roll her left sleeve all the way up to her elbow. Her left forearm contains a reminder of her negative experience with alcoholism from her own father.
Valentina Madison: Unfortunately Lindsey, you witnessed it for yourself. I grew tired of seeing even a bottle of beer in his hand and you watched as I tried to confront him and get him to stop self-destructing with his alcoholism. It was the worst argument I have ever been in, in my entire life. You watched in horror as I tried to snatch the bottle away from him, but he pushed me aside. Then, he took it upon himself to shatter that bottle over my arm. The anguish couldn’t have been more unbearable that night, and I sincerely apologize that you had to go through seeing that. At Reloaded a few days ago, when I was looking forward to wrestling him, his behavior that night may as well have been him taking a bottle and smashing it over my arm. I don’t understand why he would do that to me. I’ve done no wrong to him.
One can argue that Valentina may be taking things a little too personally and that she could be complicating the situation. However, one can’t blame her for how she’s feeling. She was truly excited to compete against Christian and the way things went, with Christian relapsing and making what Valentina felt was a public mockery of the match, truly disappointed her. Valentina is making many parallels between her previous experiences with alcoholism and what went down at the last Reloaded.
Valentina Madison: Lindsey…
She takes a deeper look at the picture of Lindsey that she has. She’s overcome with sadness.
Valentina Madison: We were there for each other throughout the hard times, and seven years ago today, that all changed. It changed drastically, dramatically, and devastatingly. Seven years ago today, your life was cut short too soon. As if alcoholism couldn’t be enough of a burden, a drunk driver had to take your life away. Your death has left a psychological burden in me. What if it happens to someone I care about? What if Christian Carter goes out there and kills an innocent person that has his or her life ahead of him or her? Heck, what if that innocent person is me? This whole situation makes me very nervous!
The concern on Valentina’s face is telling.
Valentina Madison: People don’t realize that drunk driving accidents and deaths affect more than those involved, it affects those close to the people involved. I feel very awful for Shelly, who he’s had his ups and downs with. I feel awful for MPW management for having to deal with him. Your death affected me plenty. That straightedge pledge we made was broken. Luckily, I’m only a social drinker and have never had problems but the pledge was broken and I’m sorry for that. I couldn’t cope with your death, so I went to this party and that pledge was broken when I succumbed to peer pressure….
Valentina looks guilty as she recalls yet another episode with alcohol that left any sort of emotional scarring.
Valentina Madison: I kept saying “no”, but I can’t forget the names. “Sissy”, “Loser”, “Outcast”, “Softie”, “Pussycat”, “Baby”…and they went on and on until I gave in. It’s unfortunate because that’s what that wretched woman Laila has been doing, to a lesser extent, but I’ll worry about her later. Lindsey, after putting these episodes in perspective, and knowing that you’d forgive me for breaking the pledge, what happened with Christian Carter is the last straw. I promise you, from now on, I’m never having one sip of any type of alcohol ever again.
Valentina puts the picture of Lindsey back in her purse. She pulls out a folded piece of paper that she’s always carried with her as well. She unfolds it and she looks like she’s experiencing the name calling she had gone through the night she broke her pledge to Lindsey.
Valentina Madison: I need to look inside myself, and I need to overcome this. I can no longer respect Christian Carter, he’s a sorry excuse of an individual. If he sets himself straight and overcomes his demons, I can, perhaps, forgive him. But any compassion I showed for him is out the window. Maybe I should stop being compassionate to those that don’t deserve it. After all, I’m starting to think that might be a hindrance of mine. Christian…whatever it takes, I’ll leave you mauled and laying in your own worthless cycle of self-destruction for the way you insulted me.
Valentina thinks it through a bit more.
Valentina Madison: I wish I could be more assertive, but I’m afraid of giving up what makes me the person that I am. There’s got to be a way to compromise. I wish it wasn’t so complicated.
Valentina just remains seated and thinks to herself some more. She doesn’t realize it, which is typical since she complicates things more than she should at times, but there’s clearly a way to compromise her situation. She continues to think things through, as she has plenty on her mind. She’s studied human psychology quite extensively before, she’s got no doubts that she’ll manufacture a compromise to her current problem.
October 20, 2013
The scene takes place in a high school basketball gym in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. It’s unique, in the sense that the court is set up for a dodgeball game for some reason. There are life sized cutouts of various people that are on one side and on the other side, there is an entire bag of dodge balls. Valentina comes out and she’s looking more upbeat than she was ten days prior back in the hotel room. On top of that, she looks determined as she speaks her mind.
Valentina Madison: I know what you’re thinking! High school was years ago, I shouldn’t be in a place like this. Or maybe you’re thinking that I’m out of my element doing something like this. No worries, there’s a point to all of this. Tonight, I’m going to be taking on Laila, and I’ll get to her in just a bit. However, I figured I’d schedule a nice little game of dodge ball this morning just to make my point, so here goes. MPW is, to some extent, like a high school. You have your diverse cast of characters and groups going on. First, you have the likeable people. Those people are people like Roxi Johnson, Taufik, Chrissy Starr and Johnny Clash. They’re popular, and they’re very likeable people. They are the ones that don’t have a problem in being friends with everybody. Back in my high school days, I liked those types of people. Second, you have those that are also likeable, but are more emotionally honest and less sociable, but they’re still great people. Aeryn Ashfield and Soul Shadow instantly come to mind. And then, you have the “popular people”, those that think they run everything, those that put down anyone beneath them, and those that think they can get away with any sort of bullying!
Valentina starts to look slightly angry, remembering when she dealt with those types of people.
Valentina Madison: My gosh, I wonder who fits that description? Right, my old high school enemies that peer pressured me into breaking a straightedge pledge of mine. I have always wanted to do this to you people, I just never had it in me to do so. So, here goes!
Valentina pulls some dodge balls and starts firing away, knocking down generic cardboard cutouts of people that portray the “popular” stereotype. Most of them got broken in half. Valentina smiles after she gets through with them.
Valentina Madison: You know who else fits that description? The Iconic Aggression, that’s who! You three are the most obnoxious, repulsive, ridiculous, vomit-inducing, sick-hearted dimwits I have ever met in my life! Trey Baxter, what was that term you used against me? “College skank”? Clearly, your vocabulary is so advanced that you’d give the U.S. National Spelling Bee champion a true run for his money! You might be a former world champion, and pardon my French, but to be painfully honest with you, despite your talent, your egotistical and diabolical ways make you out to be a true, and honest to god chickenshit! So this one’s for you!
Valentina throws a dodge ball at a cutout of Trey Baxter. It knocked him square in the, well, you know… and the cutout falls down.
Valentina Madison: Jackson Blaze, the Sin City Champion. Great talent, but intelligence is non-existent in your world. Your purpose, and it’s a shame too because of your talent, is nothing more than being Trey Baxter’s “yes man”. So perhaps with this dodge ball, I can knock some sense into you.
Valentina throws another dodge ball at a cutout of Jackson Blaze, breaking it in half. There’s only two more cutouts left.
Valentina Madison: Laila, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Your childish insults of me on Twitter were very cute when you tried to liken me to being a “sissy”. I know you didn’t say it, but I know you were insinuating it. I’ve done my studying of you and I know that you’re just a child inside that is desperately seeking attention and that’s that. It’s psychology 101 CAMILLA, people go through drastic changes in life because they want to hide their insecurities and one of the biggest insecurities that you’ve ever had is your name because during my studies of you, I lost count of how many times you changed your name for one reason or another. If I’m not mistaken, you made your most recent change in name because you couldn’t mentally overcome the alleged abuse that was put upon you by your ex, the Television Champion himself, Taufik. Now, that’s your personal business, I’m not going to get into it. But the fact is Laila, you’re someone that runs away from her problems and that is why you try to pick on people like me and people like Chrissy. I don’t know Chrissy all too well, but I know this, she and I are at least secure with who you are. At least neither one of us have an identity crisis, like you do.
Valentina is starting to get progressively angrier as she continues her promo.
Valentina Madison: You want to advise me to leave professional wrestling? Laila, this has been a dream of mine for so long, I would never give it up while I’m still capable of living it. It’s those mere words that prove my hypothesis of how deep your insecurities truly are. This isn’t a wrestling match honey, this is a FIGHT! I spent all these days worrying and all these days being nervous and then I hit a point recently where I realized that I’ve allowed myself to be nothing more than fodder for other people’s bullying. It’s not going to happen anymore because I have studied my own weaknesses and the woman you thought I was and the woman I’ve become in recent days are two completely different women. Before you go there, allow me to explain how your situation and mine differ. Your situation is all a power grab, a trip down Egotistical Lane, a cover up to hide your past that you clearly have grown ashamed of! My situation is me, bettering myself as a person and evolving to sustain my dream and to increase my odds of survival in this industry! I know I am secure with myself. If the wrestling business doesn’t work out for me, at least I have my college degree to fall back on. But for you Laila, without wrestling, you have NOTHING and THAT is the true core of your psychological problems, in and of itself!
Mock my Twitter all day long. Attempt to take advantage of my relative newness to wrestling. I’ll be straight and I’ll confess that there was one aspect of professional wrestling I didn’t study hard enough and that was the ruthless aggression that comes with it. Christian Carter’s actions plus a self-assessment over the last couple of weeks helped me realize that there’s so much more to this business than to dream to be part of it. You want to judge me honey? I invite you to do so and I also invite you to generalize me as a “sissy”, a “softie” and someone who belongs in a children’s show where everyone holds hands. I’m through with having any sort of compassion for people like you and Christian Carter. I’ll always respect the talent of an individual, but I will never have compassion for people like you and your bullying buddies that have ZERO internal fortitude ever again! In spite of your irksome, mundane words, I do have a chance to beat you because I will always grow from my own sorrow and I will ALWAYS believe in me and as long as I do that, I know I have a chance. It gets better Laila, I know I can and I know I WILL beat you. I don’t care if your little posse is in charge, because the hunt for success continues and the Wondrous Wildcat is about to be the queen of the mountains! Tonight, “dark queen”, it’ll be off with your HEAD!
Valentina throws another dodge ball as hard as she can toward a cutout of Laila, and as it turns out, she knocks the head right off! Valentina smiles at this.
Valentina Madison: Christian Carter, I hope you’re watching because I have allowed you to insult me for the last time. In the meantime… eat THIS….
Valentina angrily throws one last dodge ball, knocking down the last cutout, which was one of Christian Carter. Valentina finds satisfaction with her successful dodgeball game and she leaves the high school gym motivated, hungry and ready to show the world that the wildcat’s got some serious claws!