Same Song & Dance with the same outcome [ 1 ]

:: Sometimes, you have to look at each and every opportunity that comes your way for what it is. While to some, they might believe that this is nothing more than a pissing contest. To others? A continuation, generational, something that is happening due to the wishes of someone who has not been in attendance since all the shit hit the proverbial fan. Has it become so routine that because situations, moments like these, come so often that they are not scaled due to the intensity coming from them.. but more so how people perceive it? This was a truth when concerning something that has been established while dealing with one individual.

During the tenure of the Lady Joker, situations like this.. to be completely honest, have only shown themselves once. It was against a woman who stood above all, a woman who silently went through an entire roster without a moment’s notice. Holding onto what was considered their ‘ lowest ‘ prize – maybe it was because of the gender.. maybe it was because the champion never actually had anything to say about it – nonetheless.. it was placed in that light. She and I faced each other, we went rounds together and at the end of the day.. the guard changed. There are moments in history that have proven that when the guard changes.. sometimes it is for the good and others? The bad.

When I look at VoW, this establishment that has so much going on at one fucking time.. that it is possible to get lost in the shuffle. You have to stand out brighter than the person standing next to you. You have to put in the ‘ extra ‘ in order to stand with the so called elites that are just terrible people to some, Gods to others. Though, you have to ask yourself.. how do you know when the light is on you? Is it when you grab it by its throat and snap it? Is it when you pull the rug from under someone else and claim it as your own? Oh, wait.. I know. It is when you drop everything in your purse on the welcome mat for everyone to see! That HAS to be it! No? I’m wrong? I don’t think so.

In that establishment, you have people who will go to lengths in order to prove to the world – wait, no.. I lied. In VoW, you have people who will put on masks in order to convince themselves that they are going the lengths that they are in order to prove to the world that they in fact deserve to be where they see themselves. That NEXT BIG THING. That NEXT Casanova English. That NEXT Constance Chaplin. It is something that people ignore and surprisingly are shocked when that person’s true nature shows up. Seriously?

Like fucking seriously? No.. I mean, come on people..

There is a story that I keep close to my heart, a tale within this tale that will give everyone a little more insight on where I am headed with all of this shit. There was once a woman who found a wounded snake. Pause, I know you all might think you know what happens next.. but shut up and sit the hell down.. because it is about to get good! This woman, as kind as she was, took the snake home and began to nurse it back to full health. Within that time, she began to grow closer to the snake, making sure that its needs were met and so on.

But..

One day, she came back home and she startled the snake. Without a moment’s hesitation, it bit the woman and she slowly began to die. With her last dying words, with tears swelling up in those oddly wide eyes of hers; she asked a question.

“ Why? “



The snake’s response you may be asking yourself? It is quite simple. It is something that most people are thinking is nice, it is forgiving and apologetic. The very fucking opposite.


Well Ayana, where are you going with this tale? This is supposed to be your first ever match at one of the biggest shows of the year.. and yet, you are sitting here talking about snakes and stupid women? If you all would hold your panties, I was getting to the point. The moral of that tale in particular is easy. While people get surprised over some of the weirdest shit.. the point stands. You knew what I was before you found me.. so why are you so butt hurt now? This is something that people who I have some interest in seemed to not be comprehending, even till this day. From what you see to what you get, could be two totally different things. Assuming that I was going to come in here, be on my P’s and my Q’s and try to be friendly with people.. was your first mistake. That ship has sailed oh so many moons ago. To assume that I was going to come in and just randomly swinging my signature crowbar around like the maniac I am on a GOOD… a good day, was your second mistake.

No. I am going with the options C. Instead of pretending and then turning my back on anyone. For the last couple of weeks, I have given each and every person who inhabits those hallways, the fans and even management what I wanted them to see. Does this mean that I am out of cards to play? No, fuck no. This just means that you know where I stand. I am neither friend nor foe when it comes down to people who want to stand in my way from making an impact. I am neither friend nor foe to those people who want to come at my life and assume that I am not going to try and break each and every bone in their damn bodies.

Rayne Draven – Omega..

She is a woman who didn’t understand this and probably still doesn’t. She was the type of woman who dealt in underhanded tactics in order to secure her victories alongside her husband. Well, of course, we all know that she wasn’t technically the first anyways. Shots fired? To some who will get the joke while others can hit me up and I will explain. This battle isn’t about respect anymore, because in truth.. it never was. This battle isn’t about seeing who can piss the furthest and it damn sure isn’t about who can take a championship title away from the other. This match is about who can back their shit up after standing in that squared circle for damn near two months and spewed it. It is about who is going to stand tall at the end of the night, being able to say that they will be the one who will spearhead things from now on. To see higher heights and all that other good shit.

Well.. that was the idea at first.. until the queen of imagination land decided she wanted to make shit personal. The rules are still the same, but now.. all bets are off. For some, this is new from the woman who stands coming out in miniskirts each and every night. While to others, these are her true colors showing. A woman who I have had the displeasure of watching as a teenager to this point. This woman who I have seen come and go, do despicable things and for some.. she is still the princess in the shining tower huh? Well, I can make you two promises right here, right now..

The first one will be that I intend on making that castle disappear. All of the loyal subjects and all of her men.. will disappear after I get the pin. Bars. Because I am going to bring Rayne back to reality and show her that the era that we live in.. doesn’t have shit to do with anything she has spewed out. My mentors past and mine are two totally different ones. Trust me, I’d hate for anyone to go through what I have. But at Fate of the Gods.. an old tale will end and a new one will begin.

The second one? EXPOSING bitches. Yes, I said it. I intend on showing the world what will happen when you decide to take something so trivial and make it into this.. this cluster fuck that we have before us. It goes without saying that I intend on taking Rayne to her very level and then some. I am no rookie, I am no novice that is coming into this business looking to make a name for themselves. Fuck that. I am here to fight and ultimately become VoW World Heavyweight Champion. English, that one is for you..




From the moment that I stepped foot into VoW, I have already felt like people were constantly judging me. Not by the way that I dress nor the way that I looked.. but more so how I decided to kick the door down and make my intentions well known. This isn’t the first time I have been in such a position to where I have been sitting in the back trying to convince myself what may be the right decision for myself. How could I get myself some well-deserved exposure? How could I convince not only myself but each and every soul who has poured so much of their money on a ticket to potentially see the Lady Joker show up in only ways that she can? Was my first choice Rayne? No. I will be as honest as I can be with that. Did I have intentions on signing a ‘ buddy ‘ contract with a former enemy turned longtime friend Rosado? Of course. Did she and I have a tag team established and ready to roll? Fuck yes.

And yet..

Rayne was the popular choice. That answer choice D. It wasn’t because I didn’t like the fact that she believed that she was the Alpha woman. I have met plenty of them during my time in Inferno Wrestling. There was something more about her. Maybe it was pity? Maybe it was concern? Shit, maybe it was because no matter how you want to address it – I saw some of myself inside of her – the career and age difference aside. Nonetheless, we are in a position to where she will have to not prove to me that she can hang. That her six months off, she actually did something that could match my Mixed Martial Arts skills. My BJJ… hell, let alone my unorthodox way that I carry myself.

I have already shown the world that she cannot hold a candle to me when it comes down to shit talking. I have battled against some of the best that there were – hell, I was taught by the best. Though, the biggest question that has been on everyone’s minds has been something that I cannot understand why.

Can you actually wait to be in the ring with Rayne Draven – Omega?

The answer has been a yes. Never wavering when I answer this due to the most obvious.. I have been in a really bad place as of late. In addition to the fact that I have a bad taste in my mouth when it comes down to the Omega’s.

Phrasing.. boom..


There was an old saying that stated that beggars could not be choosers. This was something that most parents instilled into their children at an young age. Having high hopes that one day, this, one of many of the golden rules that we are taught will lead them into a life of prosperity and good will. This bullshit, goes without saying, is an double edged sword and everyone knows it. Understanding that beggars in the same sense have the ability to choose what and how they play out a situation that could ultimately be shifted into their favor. I believe the term that people use nowadays is called reasoning. Does it always work? No. But at the end of the day – it does work. As I look around at the world that is continuing to spin, move and go forward as I sit here stagnant, I am starting to understand it a little better. I have to think back to those moments when I was faced with some of the toughest sons of bitches that I have ever had to put down in the middle of the squared circle.

I, me, Ayana Massey.. was playing the role of the beggar. I had to go out of my way, throw everything out of the window in order to even remotely get the playing field on an even plain. My battles with the man who went by the Joker – using tricks to his advantage, it wasn’t until he was backed into a corner that he saw what was standing in front of him and had to accept it. Will the very same thing be said about how I went about getting things my way for Fate of the Gods? Will anyone every question how I was ultimately able to get Ryan Omega to stand there for the contract signing and be at ringside for the match that his lovely wife, the self-proclaimed duchess of VoW, has officially signed? Of course not. There are levels to that shit and as long as someone is getting punched in the face.. no one cares. Yet, we are supposed to give a shit about underhanded tactics to get up under someone’s skin. Using personal ammunition and knowing where exactly to aim it?

The world is fickle just like some of the people I have and will work with. If it doesn’t benefit them – they want no part of it. If they are not able to completely break you down.. they will go as far as to say that they were holding back when in truth; they weren’t. A child wants to be picked up by their parent, the parent wants nothing to do with the said child. Who do you believe wins?

With her headphone in her ear and her hands in her pockets, a small smile appeared on the features of the woman who goes by many names but one she has taken and uses as her mantel; The Lady Joker herself. Across from her was a child who was crying while their mother had their heads in their phone. A generational curse in motions and neglectful parenting at its best. It wasn’t until the child began to cry and raise their voice – which not only was an attention grabber but also resulted in people whispering among themselves . The result? The parent put down the phone and picked the child up who wanted nothing more to be picked up, even after having the parent tell them ‘ no ‘ a couple of times. Shaking her head, she continued on her way to avoid any detection from anyone who may or may not notice who she was.

It was as simple as that. People at times will cave when the pressure becomes too much. They will sit there and to avoid being proven wrong – they will take on odds that will make them look absolutely fucking stupid. Rayne is not too far from that category due to the fact that she took on something assuming that she would be able to prove that she was far superior than that woman who was in front of her. Maybe when it came down to Reya or someone who wasn’t me. While she was sitting down healing. I was getting better, I was creating something in order to reclaim the throne that I felt I should’ve had so many moons ago. Isn’t it everyone’s dream to be World Champion?

I wonder what her mental is at the moment? Even after our face to face during the contract signing? I had all intentions on throwing the table to the side and throwing hands with her but I did the total opposite, why? She is an easy target, her husband wouldn’t have stepped in due to him earning that strike that he cannot afford to have.. so why? Oh! I know.. it was because in that moment, I noticed what she was trying to do. In this business, words.. are your ultimate weapon and she was trying to catch me in something to where she could use it against me. Too bad that didn’t work. Still, the one thing that did bother me was the fact that no matter how much she denies it – when she looks at me, she sees my mentor, she sees the woman who took everything away from her and then some. That is enough just to get up under her skin..

With a sly grin that appeared on her features, the young woman opened the door to an establishment that usually teens and persons who held interest in dancing would go to. Nodding her head towards the receptionist, she gave Ayana a warm smile before placing down her phone to address her.

“ Here to pick Kendall up? I believe that she is up next to do her routine that she has been practicing for the last couple of weeks “, She said peaking her head behind the wall which was placed in her way to see the teenager.

With this happening, one of the females standing right beside her tapped her on her shoulder and pointed in Ayana’s direction. This was met with a big smile and wave from the teen, who obviously became more excited at the fact that she had shown up. Tapping the desk that the receptionist was sitting at, she excused herself and walked deeper into the building but not towards Kendall. Instead, she placed her back towards the wall and crossed her arms as her gaze was dead set on the her.

Promises? Things that people make in hopes to avoid conflict at times but in addition to that – to show trustworthiness when it comes down to certain things. I promised Kendall that I was going to be a part of her life.. just like Nekia Shaw was a part of mine. Our stories, as different as they may be, she and I do have somewhat similar origins when it comes down to how we got into this profession. Almost eleven years ago.. I was greeted by a woman who found me on the streets, constantly fighting to prove to the world.. no, myself that I was worth something. Knowing every meaning of the word abandonment. She took me in, I began to train with her, learn from her and eventually grow to hate her. That hate turned to love and thus flip flopped so often – similar to a normal relationship.

I had just returned from being eliminated from the semifinals in a tournament that would’ve established me as the first Inferno World Champion. I didn’t want to be messed up with anyone, I wanted to be alone and brood for a while.. but that bitch had other plans. On my door step with a cheesy grin on her features was my responsibility – Kendall. I was to do for her as Nekia did for me all those years ago. It was something that Rayne wanted to bring up.. but sadly, if anyone actually knew what went on during those times that we spent together.. they would know that I have tried to take out that woman on many occasions. Ask Lacey Allen about that.

The little things like this, watching her do something that she loves and helps with her flexibility – I have no issues with it.

Before Ayana could look back up, Kendal was standing right in her face with her head titled to the side. It took Ayana aback for a moment that she had spaced out that long but in truth, was happy that Kendall didn’t know that she wasn’t paying attention to her. As the two were gathering up her things, Kendall was being followed by a couple of individuals who knew exactly who she was. Basking in the glory of popularity while it lasted, Kendall began to brag on the Lady Joker.. at least until someone asked a question that finally grabbed her attention enough to the point where an answer was needed.

“ Aren’t you supposed to be facing Rayne Draven –Omega soon!? I thought the two of you were friends?! I doesn’t seem like that when you guys are on television! “, the teenagers question and statement was something that she had only heard once but ignored because it was stupid to her at that moment BUT in this moment.. it wasn’t.

“ Love, you see.. Rayne Draven – Omega and myself are not friends. She and I have held a couple of conversations over social media to the point to where I began to check up on her when she became injured. I have had the pleasure of watching her work before she even knew who the fuck.. pardon my French but fuck.. I was. The one thing that you don’t have to worry about is me pulling my punches because I remember the woman who tried to fuck over my mentor and ruin her life. You won’t have to worry about me not trying to drop her with my Killing Joke or my Remedy of Chaos.. I intend on showing the world where she stands with me. I hope that answered your question “, being excused by Kendall as the other teens circle around and began to chat with one another, she was pulled out quickly while saying her goodbyes.

Outside and away from people, Kendall gave her the meanest stink face before exhaling. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that she was either embarrassed by Ayana’s actions or she was more so trying not to have her friends piss her off. Choose one.

“ Well, that was fun! So, with you picking me up.. does this mean that I am not going back to Nina and Ryan’s? “, She asked sarcastically while she was walking in front of her

Shit.. that is right.. for the better part of almost three months, she has been with Nina Stokes and Ryan LeCavalier. Mainly due to the fact that I was on an Invasion tour while keeping up with my other obligation. Never once complaining about anything, smiling, staying so strong while knowing that I had to take care of business that was far from over.

“ Yes “, for some odd reason.. that was the only thing that came from her mouth as she did not bother to continue her statement.

“ Good. Ayana? What my friend said back there – “, Spotting the hesitation in her voice, she gently placed her hand on her head – Not saying that the two of them weren’t almost the same size – and just gave her a warm smile before placing her hand back in her pocket.

“ I am not bothered one bit. In this business, as you will grow to love or hate.. you will have people come up to you and want to voice their opinion not knowing anything about the situation or some shit – “

“ Language “

Looking in the direction of Kendall who was walking with her nose up in the air, knowing that she caught Ayana off guard. The Lady Joker went on to speak..

“ Shiiit.. about what is truly going on. What your little friend said there just reminded me that there will be eyes on this fight. There will be those people who will believe that I do not have what it takes to take down someone that they have watched, fought with and so on. Sadly.. the same thing can be said about me. Only those people who have seen what I have to offer will side with me. Knowing that when I opened my mouth and said that this was personal – that was exactly what the fuck it became “, Massey expressed as Kendall stopped in her tracks with a pouty look on her features

“ LANGUAGE! I get it! You have all intentions on maiming that lady.. but Ayana, something I was wondering when I was sitting at Nina’s house. How does it feel being somewhere new after so long? I mean, I have overheard a couple conversations you had with Nina when you were doing whatever you were in England and stuff.. and things.. “, Kendall slowly trailed off, not trying to give away too much information that she may or may not be accurate on.

“ Honestly? It feels different. This isn’t somewhere that is getting on its feet. This isn’t somewhere that I have visited before to the point to where they know what I bring. This is a whole different beast that I am dealing with. Already filled with backstabbing, ego driven, salty fucks.. pardon my French, but it is the truth. For those whom I have had the pleasure of meeting and trolled on social media – they are awesome. Zahara is cool. Constance is not a stranger to me because I know her within reason, if not from a professional point on view. Then you have a couple of faces that I could never forget even if I wanted too. All in all? Even as different as all of this is, I still intend on making an impact. I still intend on showing them all what I have and that even though no one wants to accept it now – I will be standing across from the world champion one day, no matter who that person is. Heh.. but that is then and this is now. I have a surprise for you this weekend, I called an old friend to help me train and I think she’d be amazing for you.. “, Massey stated before looking up towards the sky

I always used to think that I spoke just to listen to myself talk. To try and hype myself up in order for me not to back out of something. Back when I first started this, I would stand in the hallway, sweating like hell, nerves about to go crazy and no one to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. Fast forward a couple years and you can see that fear has disappeared. No matter how many tweets that Rayne wants to send out trying to get herself in a light to where everyone will continue to see her as a ‘ princess ‘ when only a select few know what she is. Unlike them.. I have no intentions on holding back for someone who continues to wear a mask..





Black Scene: One

Everything around me was at a pause.. there, in that moment.. astonishment, fear and excitement. To my right, there were those who were cheering me on, and to my left, were those booing me for the actions in which I took in order to get to this point in time. Out in the crowd, the front row, I saw her; my girlfriend, Mireya. Her expression was stoic, it did not change and for a moment.. our gazes never left one another.

Red Scene: One

I felt like she was judging me for the actions that I took. I felt like she was staring straight into a place that I have yet been able to tap into.. no.. more so that I did not think that I had in me. Was this fear? Was it the fear of not knowing how she was exactly feeling or thinking? Always wanting to be control of something and yet – in this moment – it was out of my hands. The person below me.. no matter how much I wanted to continue the onslaught.. I couldn’t. Why? What was holding me back from continuing beating this person’s face in? What was holding me back to the point to where I held my head down and gripped my fist tightly with no intentions on punching something?

Black Scene: Two

The voices around me grew louder; it was deafening to say the least. Knowing that there were some who wanted me to continue on while there were others that wanted me to stay stagnant and take me out. A group of individuals who were constantly watching, with a bloodlust overcast which clouded their sights. Looking down at this person, this young woman, heh.. she was me. The woman that I continue to fight against each and every day. The very same one that people continue to tell me that I will become, if not already like now.

Red Scene: Two

This was a dream and I knew it. I had control over every aspect of it.. but I continued to let it play through to the finale moments. A constant battle from within to continue to push myself to what I consider to be greatness. Was this pre-match doubt that was trying to insert itself in some way, shape and or form in my life? Or was it something that I have had been carrying with me for the last couple of years?

Click..

And like that.. the dream was done and over. Cloudy at best but done nonetheless. It was becoming a re-occurrence, something that would happen prior to when I knew I was going to be heading into the ring. A constant battle from within just to stay level headed and not lose my shit on people who may or may not deserve it at that time. It was frustrating. Lying beside me was the only ‘ person ‘ that actually mattered in my personal life. The one that I was slowly trying to prove to that I don’t have to wear a mask around and can be completely open with. Though.. I always find myself asking. What happens when someone has the keys and can come and go as they please?

    

“ Come on Rosado! You know what I mean though, right? “

The sounds of fist and flesh meeting were relevant as two women were in their ring gear going toe to toe with one another. Blow after blow which came to an end by a sequence of the two predicating what the other was anticipating on doing. Backing up from one another, the two took a few seconds to breathe and Ayana being who she was, pointed around her Gym before back to Rosado.

“ If this was an arena, everyone would’ve been on their fucking feet for that exchange that you and I just did. It has been a long time since we both had to even stand across from one another, especially with you and I being a tag team and all “, the sentiment which came from Massey was well received by the silent warrior who nodded her head and threw her hands up before walking away from her

“ Yeah, I kind of figured that as well. It will not be long now. As I said, once I figure out what is happening in that establishment, I will pull the trigger on things and we can wreck people’s shit just like the old days. Though, what did you mean when you turned your back to me about the fans standing to their feet? You know they would’ve.. if not just for me! “, A smile pulled to the far corners of Ayana’s features as Rosado rolled her eyes and shook her head.

There was a special relationship between these two individuals who once clashed for an industries top prize. Rosado, being silent – not a fucking mute – really stayed true to a promise that she made to an individual that Ayana has never had the opportunity to meet. The two of them have always clicked, even when the two were on opposite sides. Massey being that one person who was able to read the body language of Rosado down to a science and till this day can have a full conversation with her due to it.

Today was a special day, not only because it was the first time that Kendall, Ayana’s protégée and Rosado had the opportunity to meet. It was also the first time that Ayana noticed that Kendall had an drive to beat someone when Rosado was playing with the young woman and noticed that she did in fact learn a thing or two from Nina Stokes and Ryan LeCavalier when she was able to transition one of Rosado’s submissions into a version of what appeared to be a choke hold. Time has passed since their encounter and the two of them decided to prepare Ayana for her upcoming debut at Fate of the Gods, something that she wanted to make sure she was in rare form for because she had nothing to lose but everything to gain.

“ Hey Rosado. Do you think that I am going into this match with the wrong mindset? I mean, sure.. this bitch does need to be taken down a couple of pegs or two but.. people have talked shit about my family and friends before.. shit, let’s not forget about the fact that they talk about me all the fucking time. Rayne and her husband.. they are a different breed, I will admit that. They come from this quote unquote ‘ old school ‘ of how things have been and were done. I watched both of them rise to stardom and fall just as quickly as they rose. I suppose that the only reason why I am trying so hard to break this woman’s .. well, everything.. is because she’s a fucking fake. What do you think? “, Ayana jested towards her friend who, with water bottle to her lips, just gave her a look which made Ayana place her hand on her chest and an expression of shock

“ How dare you say that! Granted, people can change.. yes, I mean, look at how far you and I have come. Though, you and I don’t pretend that shit didn’t happen either. She stood in the middle of that ring and tried to denounce her past, claiming that it did not matter when we all known in this business – your past is your enemies greatest weapon. Not to mention that her husband tried to single handily fuck everything up for me. I don’t know. Sado, could it possibly be the fact that I just want to punch her in her pretty face.. for the shits and grins? “, Ayana asked

There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Rosado went to open her mouth to say something but decided against it and moved her finger up to her lips; thinking. It wasn’t until she looked back towards Ayana with a smile on her features and nodded her head

“ Heh.. I didn’t think about it like that. I know that I said that I wanted nothing more than to set an expectation for myself and VoW. I am not only fighting against the Omega’s.. I am also fighting for a slice of real estate on the roster. To the point to where next time someone mentions my name or even looks my way – they will see that expectation and know that I mean business. I know this isn’t going to be an easy fight, you don’t have to give me that look.. but winning that championship title from you wasn’t a cake walk either. Rayne will have to stare in the face of a woman who wants nothing more than to beat her senseless. Not because it would put a smile on the face of my mentor or any corny shit like that.. because I just have to.. “

“ Simple, right? “

Looking in the direction of Rosado for a moment, jaw dropped and eyes about to pop out of her head. The silent warrior’s head was slightly turned to the side and it was almost as if that second never happened. Wanting to press the issue, Ayana did not and just ran her fingers through her moist hair trying to make sense of what just happened.. knowing.. she was going to bring everything she had going into that match against someone who was either going to show her true colors or was going to continue her façade.




To whom this may concern,

Heh.. that is a line that I never thought that I’d get to use in this business due to the fact that usually.. when I am targeting someone – it is just them and only them. In this special case, I am addressing the masses in addition to that one individual who will be climbing her ass into the ring with me come Fate of the Gods. An event that will go down as one of the best. Not because of the world championship title match, not because everyone on the card has their own perception about how they will stand out the brightest. That is all fine and dandy but because I know that I am not going to give anything less than one hundred percent – it is kind of hard to speak for them.

This moment though, is the one that each and every fucking body has been waiting for. What will Gwendolyn say? What will Gwendolyn do when it concerns Rayne Draven – Omega!? Does Gwendolyn actually have what it takes to defeat someone who feels the same.. if not damn near close to how she does? You all have been sitting there wondering and allowing your imaginations carry you to heights that may.. flow with me here.. may not be high enough. Our story, Rayne and myself, isn’t one of complication. The story isn’t about a woman who has super powers and wants to become the face of the company knowing that she is not immune to bullshit – I only wish – our story is about two individuals who at first, wanted nothing more than to have a match with one another. A showing of respect to see who would beat the other one. To give the VoW Nation a match that they will never forget. Rayne, with her following already established in VoW and myself, the woman who has wrestled all over the world and will be bringing a brand known across it to VoW; eyes will be watching. Sadly though, through all of the fucking shit that could, has and probably will continue to happen – that happy ending ended.

It went from a simple match to a grudge match.

While my opponent will assume that I am doing this because I am a student of her former rival – the woman who had her number on multiple occasions, I am not. While my opposition will go out there and try to convince you all that I am nothing but talk and want nothing more than to take her husband away from her – by some fucked up way of thinking – due to the fact that Ryan Omega has inserted himself in business that had nothing to do with him. Now, he will have to stay at ringside and watch as I destroy his precious wife. But, even with these truths being in black and white – she will still continue to press on – assuming that she was in the right. That any and everything that came out of her mouth was supposed to convince the fans that she could do no wrong

Really bitch? I mean.. seriously?

Rayne.. VoW Roster.. anyone who has an issue.. listen and listen closely. When my music hit that night that Rayne came back.. each and every member of the VoW Nation knew.. they fucking knew that the guard was getting ready to change. When I took the microphone and the listened intensely when I spoke but kept interrupting Rayne as she did.. they knew. I even went as far, like I am prone to do, and gave her a warning; stop while you are ahead because I have yet to play any of my true cards. Even till this day, I have not.

You see.. the reason why I have constantly been telling people that I could wait was because.. again, this moment. I wanted to wait for this moment to express myself to you all. I wanted to prove something to you all that most of you probably missed. My opponent, Rayne Draven – Omega, is nothing more than a woman who is trying to re-live a time period that has been erased. Trying to stay ‘ hip ‘ and up with the times by calling herself the first and duchess when in truth.. no one gives a fuck about any of that, especially when while she was resting up after getting her shit split by an very.. very close friend of mine and then some - I was out here day and night, doing what I do best. Though, some of you may be asking.. why have I been telling people that she is a fake? Rayne darling, you know this better than anyone else.. right?

You wanted to come at my life, assuming that shooting from the hip.. in the dark.. and praying that you hit something would change things, huh? Thinking that you had the microphone skills to match mine when in truth, each and fucking every time you opened that shitter of yours – that was exactly what came out of it. Yet.. and yet.. you believe that these people will continue to cheer for you? That a vast amount of them can’t already see the change. Who are you trying to fool? Me? No.. maybe you are trying to continue to fool yourself due to the time extension between you being a bitch to now.. which still, you are a bitch but just softer.

At Breakthrough, when you wanted to throw up in my face that nothing that I did mattered, that I was rude, not having any passion for what I do.. what I have made a career out of for the last couple of years. You wanted me to lose my shit, wanted me to go into this with some doubt.. or heh.. wanted to play mind games with the fucking best out there. You failed, epic status. Look at yourself, you began to tell on yourself.. bringing up your past.. only assuming that I had all intentions on doing so. Shit, so why not!? You worked for a place that kept you in the shadows. You were always a background player and till this day, you continue to be while people that you have associated yourself with continue to out shine you. Maybe, you are a glutton for punishment? Maybe you enjoy sitting there on your stupid ass thumbs and watching as everyone reaches out and takes what they believe is theirs.. while you wait until someone calls your name and it is your turn. Is that it?

You wanted to throw Nekia into this? Why not!? Can we talk about the fact that she dated your ex and was burnt the exact same way BUT continued to press forward and gain her own identity without having to be tired to people like Stacy Jones and Matthew Robinson. Forming a name for herself that when you speak about it, you better fucking add some respect to it.. while with yours.. heh, have you noticed that I called you out your name so much that for the moments that I didn’t.. really does not matter? Why is that? Why do you feel so compelled to go back into the past? Granted, my past is not clean either. I have done some of the most fucked up things to get to this position. Have I been burnt? Yes. Am I in the best place? Probably not.. but I am here. Rayne, will you speak on this? Claiming that even though I have went as far as to mention all of this, it doesn’t matter? Well love, I do believe it does.

Going into this match, you wanted me to bring my best. You wanted to post little messages on social media trying to let me know that you, bitch, were going to bring your best.. but even still, it will not be enough.

If I may speak on myself for a moment..

Even if people in VoW will not respect the fact that I am a former world champion, that I have done things that they only hope and imagine to do. That is fine, but the one person that shouldn’t be denying my accomplishments is you Rayne. At Fate of the Gods, I don’t have to fight against Constance – at least not yet – hell, I am not facing Ryder Blade or Casanova English – least not yet – I am fighting you! I am going to give you everything that I have and for a few seconds, I believe that you truly understand what you got yourself into when I smack those rose colored glasses off of your stupid looking face and you see that I am not a figment of your fucking past. I am not someone who just walked into your present but you will see the woman who goes by the Lady Joker and in that moment.. Rayne.. you will know that you fucked up.

I am not Beck, I am not going to settle with just breaking a bone in your body. I am not like each and every one of your opponents who respect you because truth be told; I don’t. Why should I respect someone who wants the crowd to love and respect her but doesn’t embrace the fact that she is who she is. People do change but not entirely and we all see it each and every day by their actions. You are no exception and I for damn sure am not either. That’s the reason why I am telling you this now, telling you that I intend on making you my foot stool that I will use in order to get to that place I need to be in VoW.

I don’t care if you like what I have to say, I don’t care if you don’t like the fact that I was mentored by someone who still could kick your ass. What I DO care about is who is going to show up to Fate of the Gods. Are you going to bring this bitch who has convinced everyone that she’s changed or are you going to finally bring the woman who has been hiding away due to her scars. Hell, think about it. Besides Beck Ramsey, what are you TRULY remembered for in VoW? How long has it been since people honestly went out of their way to mention your name? You were nothing then because you were still playing second best to someone else.

I wonder, how does it feel knowing that no matter how much you think you have changed.. people still see that part of you? That part that cannot escape that shadow? The one of your husband, the one of your past. At Fate of the Gods, you are thinking that beating someone like me, someone who has made a name for herself, that you’d be able to get some ground huh? To finally be able to say that “ you did it “? You are so wrong because when I make you submit, I will be the one who will drop the final straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. In our match, I am going to remind you that you are still a person, fickle and willing to do whatever it takes in order to secure a win.

Sadly, if you knew me so well – you would’ve decided in the back of your head to keep everything straight. You didn’t. Like everyone else, you basked in the glory of drama and wanted to finally feel ‘ alive ‘ again. I hope you are ready to dance with this devil in the pale moonlight because after I am done..

I promise you that you will understand why it is.. just that simple and why.. they call me the Lady Joker..