“Monsters”
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
There we go. There’s the Cailin Dillon that I wanted to see. Poke a dangerous animal a few times and it’ll bare its fangs. The only difference though this time is mine are bigger than yours (winks). You know it never cease to amaze me how dimwitted you and Aria really are. Somehow the rest of the world gets it, except for the two of you. If I was chilling with someone and they popped shit about you or Aria, I wouldn’t have sat there and laughed it off. I would have either walked away or smacked them like the no good piece of shit they are- YES CAMERA GUY I’M SWEARING AGAIN!
(sighs)
So much for what loyalty gets you. Maybe I wasn’t good enough for the
#Squad. Maybe I was kept around as some kind of jester, as some pet mascot to make everyone feel good about themselves. With you, I can see this happening. But with Aria...she’ll get hers. She, Aren, and the rest of the Boxcar Kids she hangs out with nowadays. By the way, I never said you had to choose. Not until the end. Not until that bitch crossed the line. But as we made our way to the point of no return you kept swearing up and down those were my intentions. Maybe she fed you those lies, maybe you tricked yourself into believing it, so you didn’t have to be responsible for what happens next.
- Spoiler Alert!:
I BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!
(Gives Camera Guy the finger)
Even when the devil looks you in the eye, you just smile like you’re not afraid. Need I remind you that you’re just not facing any vixen? You’re squaring off with me. One on one. No Sanatorium, no Tarah, just us. And quite frankly Cailin karma’s on my side. Aria lost her title and Alex lost his identity, something he stole from me. Maybe me winning the Specialist Championship from you- yes that’s how I’m telling it- was the universe telling me to move on. I should’ve paid attention to the signs. Maybe this suffering I still feel in my heart are my sins coming home to roost. Maybe I deserve the bad things that happened to me. That’s the funny thing about life: you never know. I am still bitter Cailin. Your poison still runs through my veins, corrupting my soul. There’s several things I can’t agree with you on though. This is not an identity crisis, but evolution. This is me standing up for myself. This is me at my most dangerous. See it. Know it. Understand it. This is not a scripted story where the orange haired heroine wins. This is Our Reality where I make you see where you fucked up at. I show you that all the confidence and hair color changes in the world can’t save you from your fate. Kayfaybe can’t save you Cailin Dillon.
You’re right about standing tall above the competition. You showed and proved during your year here at the Land of Elite. But no matter how you look at it, you’ve reached your glass ceiling. And up till now I’ve been where you were. I’ve held the Specialist Championship, defeated veteran Vixens, and came out on top battling multiple opponents. There’s nothing new you can show me except what a human incarnation of Fireball whiskey looks like. I was an Indie darling like yourself, I was engaged to a man who broke my heart. You and I traveled to all the same places at different times. What could you possibly show me that I haven’t seen? The Phoenix Splash? I can do that with my eyes closed. Eyes of Texas? Just another superkick. If I can catch two Craze Daze’s to the face and still get up, then your thing is nothing. What do you have in your bag of tricks that I should be afraid of Cailin Dillon!? Your unbreakable confidence!? Your All-American spirit!? WHY SHOULD I BE AFRAID OF YOU!?
(Breathing heavily)
I don’t give a damn how good you think you are. You’re not walking out of the ring on both legs. I gave you an olive branch and you still refuse the clouds that breathe for you. Fine, I’ll be your monster Slayin Dillon. I’ll be the darkest, deadliest thing to ever come out of the abyss. I’ll sank my fangs and suck out your very life force, your will to continue on in this business. But remember this : the monsters you fight are a reflection of yourself. I may not give a shit about EAW’s false symbols of excellence, but I still hunger for glory. I still hunger for beating the best. I still hunger for defeating you. This hunger will be my my drive as I show the EAW universe that fighting for the sake of competition should be enough. These politics...these extra things that are added onto our industry is a virus that will consume us. You’re no politician, that much I know. You may not follow the status quo, but you are a tool being used to maintain it. If I have to break the tool known as Cailin Dillon then so be it. There’s only so far you can get playing the unassuming tough girl. Your personal limitations will be revealed in our upcoming match. You fight for yourself, but I’m getting back my self-respect. You claim I made a questionable decision instead of building myself back up and becoming the competitor everyone expects me to be!? Did you guys ever really believed in me? I seriously doubt it. Maybe you think the Sanatorium is using me or vice versa. But, your brother and I already had that conversation. We know what’s going to happen when a specific situation takes place. It’s just a matter of who strikes first when it happens.
But all in all, the clouds will continue to breathe for you. This attempt number two to get you to stand down Cailin. I know you won’t accept it, but with what love I still have for you demands I make you another offer. So here it is: Stand down Saturday and I’ll spare you. If you come, join me. If not, suffer the consequences. Tarah can’t save you, neither can HRDO, James Shields, or Ashten Cross. Kayfabe can’t save you.
Only you can save yourself.
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