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There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel bad for you. I’ve read many multiple online tabloids portraying your demise. Instead of laughing at the sight of your career slowly crumbling, I begin to get sad. You have so much potential, Maddie. You have the opportunity to make yourself into this legend but you’re hanging out with the wrong crowd. You’ve made too many dumb decisions. I don’t think you can reverse the damage that you’ve already caused. But how can I blame you? Loss after loss drove you to insanity. You had so much talent wrapped in those little fists but you didn’t know what to do with it. You tried aligning yourself with the likes of Maria Gonzales, how’d that work out? You tried the solo thing for quite some time, how’d that work out? Now, you’re trying to fit into this distorted family that does nothing but sacrifice lambs every Tuesday. You think that’s going to advance your career? And don’t give me that bullshit response “I didn’t join the Sanatorium to advance my career, I did it to find my family!” We all know that’s a lie, Maddie. Every time you try to say otherwise we can see you lying right through your teeth. Did I join Hexa-Gun to advance my career? You bet your ass I did. I joined Hexa-Gun so I could learn from my fellow cohort. I joined Hexa-Gun so HBG could take me under her wing and teach me everything she knows. She’s a huge factor as to why I’ve been so successful. Having success and being a family aren’t mutually exclusive, Maddie. You can do both and still have a genuine sincerity that emits from your body. Although, who am I kidding? What would YOU know about being genuine and real? I’m 100 percent certain there isn’t anything real on your body anyway…
But trust me, Maddie, I know that the losses you’ve had against me have been tough. Emotionally and spiritually, your confidence must be crushed into fine pieces of nothing. Nowadays, you have to resort into belittling me and criticizing my past title defenses. You can say whatever you want but Cloud Matsuda was a bitch to beat. She was like an annoying mosquito who wouldn’t leave no matter how many times you’d smack the shit out of her. Would you have been able to take her on? I sincerely don’t think so. And then I was put into a match where I had to defend my title not against one, but TWO serious competitors. I don’t care what anyone says, I won that title fair and square. You shouldn’t be so quick to blame Tarah for YOUR loss, but YOU should’ve been on the lookout regardless of what you were doing. Who cares if you were given a punt to the head, your focus should’ve been on the match and not on yourself. When you’re in the ring, nothing matters other than pinning your opponent. I stressed this the week of our match but none of you fucking morons listened to me. You were both too focused on yourselves and forgot that the real threat, the real champion was also in the mix. I was facing two prior champions who didn’t know how to pull their weight around this division. But even before that, let’s not forget that I beat this title off of you back in November. Do you remember how I single-handedly whooped your ass as you had millions of electric currents circulating your blood system? I can’t lie, though; you were a tough competitor and you always have been. You know how to reinvent yourself but you never get the formula just right. You always have something missing. Is the Sanatorium the missing ingredient in this concoction that you’re trying to stir up? Hmm, I don’t think so.
There have been multiple times in the past where we’ve squared off when I’ve smeared your thick, syrup-like blood all over my hands. (By the way, you should go get that checked.) There have been times where I’ve licked your wounds and tasted the triumph that stood before me. However, I’ve always distinguished your resilience. You’ve always had an unwillingness to give up. But at the same time, sometimes you just have to take a step back and look at your career and wonder “is this the right time to hang up my boots?” How many more humiliating losses is it going to take to finally take your stupid ass out of this division? Why do you always want to go after MY title? You’ve lost God knows how many times and you’ve never succeeded. But of course, one day I wish to be as blind and ignorant as you. I wish to have my head so far up my ass like you that I can see Eclipse Diemos’ penis shoved up in there. But there’s one thing that you got wrong, Maddie. It isn’t going to be just me vs you. It’s Eris LeCava vs the Sanatorium for the Vixen’s Championship. You can promise as many times as you want that your family won’t have any involvement but we all know that’s bullshit. They will be at your side the moment that bell rings and don’t get me wrong – that isn’t intimidating, not one bit. It’ll just push me harder and give me the strength I need to wipe the ring with your face. This time there won’t be electricity surrounding us or another waste of space in the ring with us. It’s going to be me v.s all of you and god knows that I’m ready for that challenge. I’m ready for whatever curveball you throw at me. I know your sadistic moves, sister. I know the shit you’re bound to pull.
You continue to repeat the claim that I’m not good enough to be champion and while I can whole heartedly disagree I have to ask; why do you repeat it so much? Are you trying to repeat it as many times as you can in order to convince me? Or are you doing it in order to convince yourself? I know that deep down you realize that I am in fact better than you. Your blood boils with jealousy that the thought that this “fat bitch” took away your precious title. I know that you hate me and wish the absolute worst on me because I took away your spotlight. I threw your ass to the back of the Vixens division where you belonged. Think about it, before I came around, you ruled this place. Everyone was {#}
TeamMaddie{/#}, remember that? You had all of the momentum in the world and I came around and ruined all of that for you. I did it back in November and I can do it again on Grand Rampage. You’ve been lucky enough to get a third shot at my title (excluding your past fuck-ups, of course) but the outcome will be the same as the rest. You’ll always come up short and you’ll never have what it takes. Ever. Ever? EVER.
You’ll have no other choice but to go back to the Maddie that had no inspiration. To the Maddie that had not even an ounce of desire. To the woman who had no drive, no will power. The woman who felt as if she was about to expire. The woman who had nothing but memories of shitty people, who couldn’t even bare to imagine their ill faces.
I am the reason why you have no inspiration.
I am the reason why you won’t have any more desire for my title.
And then finally, you can go back to looking up into the dark, deep sky with such fury. With hatred and agony written all over your face. You can go back to hating the world and unleashing your anger all over the place. You can go back to search for another family. Another family who will take you in. However, the moment you fuck up, they’ll have no choice but to kick you in the shins. Because let’s face it, Maddie, you’re a disgrace. There’s nothing else to say other than I’ll see you on Saturday where the show will take place…