Post by MasterEvil on Jun 22, 2017 21:48:26 GMT
“Harlow...Harlow...Harlow...do you have a fetish for your own annihilation or something? I'm honestly not sure if should be either worried that I'm giving you some kind of sick pleasure or annoyed that you haven't learnt a single damn thing from all the beatings upon beatings, upon beatings, I've given you over, and over, and over again. When I first emerged in WWH I was in a fatal four way match that included you. What happened again? Oh yeah...I crushed you. I demolished you. I took all the passion, all the spirit and all the will that you stand for, threw it in my mouth and chewed it down until it was nothing but nutrition behind the decimation of everything Harlow Hardin. Yet the moment I was about to take you behind the shed and end your misery...Megan Andrews came in and swiped my treasure from my hands before I could even enjoy the moment.
However, instead of possibly getting some kind of revenge, I end up finding myself facing off against you the following week for you not only desired some kind of vengeance from the humiliation I put you through, but accused me of whining about my win being stolen from me to get my attention. I simply took this annoyance on the chin and went ahead with business...once again destroying you. Once again obliterating you. Once again I took your body, raised it above my head and unleashed my inner Bane by slamming your back directly down upon my knee with the goal of solving the mystery of what would break first...Harlow Hardin's soul...or her body. However, that time, there was no hideous Kremling to steal the banana of glory from my deserving hands as I left that airhead blonde broken in the middle of the American Airlines Center.
Yet, yet, YET...two weeks later I find myself once again across the ring from you...have I beaten the brains out of you Harlow? Is are you simply proving that 'blondes are idiots' stereotype to be true? Or have I accidentally beaten Stockholm Syndrome into you. Well - at this point - I'm no longer angered, annoyed or even a little rattled anymore about you...instead I'm simply amused now. If you are so desperate to be a rival of mine then you could have simply asked, instead of seemingly trying to be in every match I have. But here is a question I'll leave you with...considering how much pain I put you through as a simple stranger, how much pain and suffering will I put you through as my 'rival'? Heh...I'll let you ponder that while I see what it takes to break your soul...
But talking about revenge and vengeance...it looks like I finally get the chance to correct the mistake I made those many weeks ago by eliminating Megan Andrews from World Wrestling Headquarters altogether. It might be quick and sudden...it might be slow and agonising...but, just like the airborne cure for the T-Virus in the last Resident Evil movie, I will be the cause of your final breath as a Showdown wrestler. And why is that? Because you stole my victory and, just like in olden days...theft is punishable by death...
And death is what the both of you will be begging me for after I'm done with you both!”