'' If I were to describe her latest attempt of vindicating her actions towards me using a single word, my choice would be hysterical. Shall we clear something up right off the bat, I feel no pressure heading into this match, for not only am I a superior athlete to you, but I have full belief in myself, and know that regardless of what you say I am in the right. For I would not have been offered the chance to return, if what you are saying is true, a multitude of the board of directors, would have not begged me to return and make Empire interesting and watchable once more, if the words you throw out without explanation were gospel. There is a reason I have been in the main event for the majority of Empire's that have occurred since my return. I am the hottest woman in professional wrestling, the biggest name, the best athlete. Truthfully, you and I should be the main event of Bloodletter, unfortunately I don't find two smurf-haired individuals, the latter literally being handed a championship opportunity for her politeness, appealing. I am going to shatter your skull, beat you into a concussion, until your body twitches and your speech becomes impaired. I genuinely wish for your death, I crave it, I loathe you and everything you stand for with a passion, and if you believe that you're a step ahead of me, this only validates to me how delusional and misapprehended you are. A primary problem I have with you, is that you never take the blame for anything, you switch and rebound the blame onto somebody else, you seriously have a problem with accepting that you're not always right. For example, you were not right to fire me, this is why we are facing one another in the ring at Bloodletter, if you were correct, I would not be here, it's really not that hard to validate, the fact that you have not yet accepted responsibility for your actions, it shows how immature and childish you are, I mean, when considering the latter of those two, childish, the only other person that comes to mind is our chairmen, and even he managed to grow over you. Whenever you don't get your own way, you throw a tantrum, there's multiple cases of this, of you spinning a web of politics and slander, and when that doesn't work, you just take your frustrations out by wrestling somebody who you're superior to, and then acting like you're the hottest talent the world has ever laid eyes upon. I seriously have little idea as to how you're still under employment with this promotion, you're spineless, a coward, a narcissistic skank who will have no man, or authority, to hide behind when the moment comes. When we glance at one another from across the ring, as we approach until our noses are touching, and I shall be faster, stronger, motivated. I shall eradicate this attitude heavily associated with you, and despite the cries that shall emit from your larynx, I shall not stop, in spite of the pleas that you shall roar, I will show no mercy. I am not going to stop until your ribs are broken, until blood forms a pool beneath your body. I will beat the matter out of you, until you matter no more, until my foot is pressed against your throat, and you are beseeching for breath. You don't lay everything out for the world to see, you're the most suspicious and crafty woman I know, you have not yet explained the justifications behind my firing, and it's not as if I have only asked once and it has slipped your mind, don't play the role of an open book, for you're malicious and fallacious, holding a mastery in illusions and witchcraft. You can manipulate the world into portraying me as the villain, but this confidence within me, this iron will to being desolation to your heart, it shall not break, not even a scratch, it will not falter or be tempted. My patience with dealing with you is wearing thin. You shall probably associate this as a positive, but believe me, this temper only coruscates with the Last Vixen more, as these feelings of anger roll through my muscles, slither within my bloodstream, a vengeance I hold passionately for you, is fuelled more and more, and yes, I'll admit, perhaps I shall be prone to mistakes, I've never claimed to be perfect, but out of all the wrestlers who have touched this business, I am the closest thing to, on another level, at the peak of the hierarchy, the queen of the summit. As I kick and elbow those who attempt to climb over me, I see your rat faced, monotone eyes staring into mine, and I shall not hesitate to kick you back down into irrelevancy, into the hole that you crawled out of. I'm honestly not slightly fussed about exposing you to the world, I don't care about your, and please feel free to use air quotations here, freakshows, because I am older than the age of six, and recognise that the audience, the fans at home, they are more brain dead than the majority of ideas you have had as Empire general manager. It's a cute nickname, sure, if you're into that fantasist stuff, but I need no others validation, other than my own. I recognise you as a fraud, and I am never wrong, I have never stated an incorrect sentence in the two years I have been here. It goes far beyond that for me, just knowing you are wrong, I wish to make you suffer, I wish for you to see that you are wrong, to break this delusional path you throw yourself upon, to enclose you with your own thoughts, to hurt you until it strikes you, not everything you do is right, morally, ethically, however you wish to phrase it. I have proved since the first day I've been here that I am an advocate for identifying right from wrong, regardless of the situation I shall always acknowledge and call out people, like you, who are far too conceited and power hungry to see flaws within themselves. People such as Kendra Shamez, Madison Kaline, Cailin Dillon, I despised them and saw right through them, whilst the rest of the world adored them, now, they have the vision that I have, and they act as if I did not inaugurate these feelings for these women. I know what she was before any of you, I fought her at Pain For Pride and put her envy to rest, as you all screamed for your returning legend, I saw the negative and I used it to my own advantage, and I was validated, rationalised, proven right. See here's a difference between you and me, Tarah, is that I validate what I say, I provide consistent evidence to make my words mean something. You're a woman who states a phrase, shrugs her shoulders and moves on, and then cries foul play when I challenge your viewpoint. It's all well and dandy professing to the world that you're a woman of your word, but the fact that I returned less than two months after you declared my name would never be mentioned again, completely contradicts your words. Yet, when you mention you don't care at every opportunity, it really doesn't strike me as surprising, that is another dissimilarity between us. I care. I care a fucking lot as a matter of fact, and you might see that as a weakness, and I used to also, but I am now under the influence that caring motivates me, a smouldering desire to beat you, it drives me, and it shall bring more determination to every attack I launch at you when we meet in the ring. You slaughter me for not knowing the history of this promotion, but the reality is it didn't matter before my heels touched against the floor of this continent. The fact that you admit Elite Answers Wrestling did not have enough competitive women to challenge for a championship, during the time that you, according to yourself, killed a list of Vixens, speaks absolute volumes to me, I recall you named a few in another promo, and to be honest, it was the first time I've ever heard their names. Congratulations on ending the careers of women who have never achieved anything in their life, on a serious note why do you feel the need to stress to me you've hurt people in the past, that you have ended careers as if it is relevant to me. Do you not acknowledge and know I am not on their level? I'd ask for you to name one relevant woman whose career you've had a detrimental impact on, but we both know you could not. You're right when you say that I could have cared for Empire, I absolutely did. My beautiful lifestyle caused for it to be created, despite what you say my historic rise was the main reason behind Empire becoming a thing, I have been told this by many in higher management, along with Cleopatra herself, I loved nothing more than elevating and teaches those around me the benefits of efficiency, of being a superior wrestler, a competitive athlete, having this prowess to person through quality in the ring, and not needing to rely on a man, or being edgy, or being a, oh how did you put it, a freakshow? Sure, I performed away from Empire for a little while, I failed on Dynasty and I admit that, but I returned to Empire with the same enthusiasm I had for it when I left, I wished nothing more than to continue elevating women, to work together, to achieve and build on the foundations that I, and I alone, nobody is buying your little three year revolution story, it was a nice try but please apply some lip balm to the absolute dryness of that lie. I hold no shame in admitting I once cherised Empire, and yet, my compassion and love for wrestling as a profession, was punished, I was taken into the shadows, made to watch as all I had built was revolted against, damaged and executed. I myself was left for dead until she came and saved me. You were the causation of this, the determinant that called the shots, ordered the troops, and came for me. I held a drive to improve an Empire you were poisoning, and somehow within that mentally ill, erudition you hold, you decided to punish me for caring, as if having enthusiasm is a sin, you decided to cut me from Elite Answers Wrestling, it was your approval, the nod of your head, that ended the conditions I instilled and implemented onto this world. You offer complete ignorance to this as an excuse, you claim you had nothing to do with it, and insist you speak nothing but the truth, but here we are, with a match at Bloodletter. I know it is the truth, you know it deep within you, and all who hold higher authority than you in this promotion, know it to be true also. I will prove this point in the ring, I shall let my emotions reveal themselves, I will physically and mentally torture you, until the xenophobia, the megalomaniac that lies in slumber, emerges once more, and I shall continue to strike, aggress and assault you, until your skull shatters against the mat, until you are begging for my massacre to end, but it shall not, after I eradicate you, I slaughter everybody you hold close to you, the two women who are the, apparent, main event of this show, I shall go for them, I shall slit her throat as you watch, your favourite champion, I will beat and brutalise you, as you threw me into irrelevancy, and promised to end me, she stayed silent, I will not cease in annihilating and hurting all you hold close to you, I shall take my own revolution and deliver anarchy to it, incinerating the very walls around you, until the Empire that you were in charge of, is nothing but ash, the extremity in which you brought to German Efficiency, it slaughtered everything within me but breath, and then she found me, the Last Vixen, she showed me the light, and fuelled this confidence within me, I am alive once more, and back in the wrestling industry, she resides in me, she controls the burn, the passion the emotion running within me, from the tip of my fingernail to the beat of my heart, she shall reveal herself when I usually would stop, and she will push me to limits I have not once reached within this promotion, the only thing that held me back from delivering eradication to those around me, you brought it to the knees and slit at the throat. No more efficiency runs through me, only fire, and I shall embrace conditions I once loathed, I shall scorch the plains I once nurtured, and I shall justify all I have stated, as the bodies of my victims will assemblage, tyrannised, vanquished and lifeless. This process begins with you, it inaugurates within our match, and when that bell finally rings, my vengeance shall only retaliate, and the ribs that protect your most vital organs, shall collapse within you, I shall attack your heart, the canvas around me will run red, as a firestorm resonates through every action, you will be incapacitated and powerless for the first time, and last, in your life. I dragged you out of power with ease, I have already laid the foundations of removing all you cherish, this procedure shall only rationalise further at our next encounter. ''

'' You've never liked me Tarah, I don't know why you're so afraid to admit it. Since the first day, since I slit open Alexis Diemos' throat, since I outshone you in the Vixens Cup. You've had it in for me, a scowl crosses your face at the mention of my name. Perhaps when I bullied Madison into leaving this promotion and missing Pain for Pride, after you had been her rival for literal months I managed to achieve what you could never do with a simple attempt of cashing in the trophy for what was rightfully mine. You front and assert that you have a dislike for me, but we both know a dislike does not cause for somebody to screw you out of a job, it goes far deeper than that. You hate me, so what exactly is your problem, is it the fact I am a superior athlete, the fact I personify sass and sarcasm, and hold a remarkable rebellious streak that you could never accomplish, what is it exactly that brings that scowl to your expression, what are you so scared of declaring to the world. It cannot be a simple dislike of my attitude, or a belief that I am a negative personality. You do not attempt to assassinate and execute a woman from a sport she has given her life to, due to such petty reasons. I want you to digest the information I am about to tell you. Let it sink into your system and resonate, let it motivate you further into your attempt of stopping me from achieving my ambitions. After I vanquish you, and render your position of authority as irrelevant, I shall bring a massacre to your brand, I shall rise further than the names you have mentioned, I will claim the Women's World Championship, and the world shall revolve around me, as it should do. I am the main attraction, the only reason my name is not situated at the peak of the card, is due to the opponent I am facing. Star value and superiority are words that associate with my name naturally. I don't need to cry for attention and abuse power to become relevant, I do so with every saunter, every smirk, and every sentence. As the world becomes her wasteland, the Last Vixen shall perch over the incineration she has caused, the true championship clutched betwixt her fingers. I am hated, vilified, and despised because I am the best female athlete in the world, you class it as arrogance, but I profess it is the truth. When Bloodletter arrives, I shall walk in with vengeance fixing rampantly through every nerve. I will make you see the light, you will apologise for wrongly firing me, and for being the biggest, most narcissistic hypocrite I have ever laid eyes on. You will apologise, you will ask for mercy, but I shall not stop. You might hate my guts, bitch, but it will not matter after I am finished with you. I will validate the hate you hate for me, whilst proving I am correct in the process. She is yearning for revenge, who am I to stop the Last Vixen's eagerness to feast. This avidity for beating you senseless shall never cease, I am the Vixen that you will be incapable of touching, you can forget about killing. You will lose to me, Tarah, you will fall down to me. I will cause your plummet into irrelevancy, a plunge you'll fail to ever claw out of. There will linger no doubt, no hesitation shall express on my face, I am going to end the dynasty, the cancer, the idea of Tarah Nova, and finish my revolution that you have tried ever so frantically to decimate before bringing the brand known as Empire, to incineration that it shall never recover from. ''

"There is only so much you can do in a peaceful way. And trust me, I tried to handle this situation peacefully. For the past few weeks, I have been trying to make the best of a bad situation. As little as three months ago, I was a starry-eyed dreamer making her in-ring debut at Manifest Destiny. And every week since I was being told by opponents and several others backstage that I was showing promise -- that Sydney St. Clair could be the next rising star of Empire. The sad thing is that I was starting to believe it, and why wouldn’t I? A qualifying match lined up early on for me to join the Extreme Elimination Chamber match for the EAW Women's Championship only a few weeks into my career. Shame on me, I guess. To believe that early upwards momentum would stay a steady course was my mistake. A mere three weeks later, and I was stopped dead in my tracks as a pair of shackles held me down while opportunities at the Specialist Championship was dangled in front of my eyes and out of arm's reach. Imagine if you will how it feels to have your very dreams held just outside of your reach -- no matter how hard you fight for it your fingers can’t even brush against it. Then imagine it happening on a weekly basis. Someone with less determination would probably accept the fact that it is not theirs to take. But yet, I am still here. Not going to lie though, it was crushing my spirit and crushing it fast. Having to wrestle matches less than at my best, having management force you into a situation where you have to wrestle with a handicap this great, it really does make you think you should pack your bags and call it a day. Hell, I fell silent for two weeks as a form of peaceful protest to get the point across that I wasn’t buying what the people who put the cuffs on me were selling. But when that doesn’t work, when you can’t find a peaceful way to reason out of the cuffs, you have to take matters into your own hands. And in that rare moment, we had something in common. A common feeling of being held down. A common enemy who was forcing their mentality onto us. A common plan to get rid of the shackles that were holding us back from performing at our best. And that is what you saw last week. No longer were Sydney St. Clair and Megan Raine going to be forced to team together, forced to be allies, friends even. I guess in a way, what Flannery McCoy was trying to achieve with this social experiment worked. Megan and I were forced to cooperate and fight against the chains that bound us together, as well as anyone who was trying to put them back on us. It is amazing what we would do in a situation of utter desperation. Do I regret what happened last week? Not even remotely.

The idea behind this social experiment was dare I say idiotic from the start. There was no way that Megan Raine and myself would ever be friends, forced or otherwise. Everyone but Flannery herself knew that was the case. No matter how much the situation was going to be pushed onto us, we were never going to call the other a friend. Manifest Destiny was the night where that was all set in stone, where she admitted to having been using my debut match to put her own name on the radar and nothing more. I don’t befriend manipulators. I don’t befriend gold diggers who try to get the chairman wrapped around her finger. That is who Megan Raine truly is. And trust me when I say that I know Megan Raine like the back of my hand. When you spend every single week in the ring and on the microphone with someone, you tend to learn a lot. In my case, all I know is what Megan Raine is at her core. Every match I have been in, Megan Raine was there. On my team, as my opponent, on the opposing team and in recent weeks handcuffed to my wrist like a deadweight. It has been the one constant in my career thus far, and a subject I am essentially an expert in by now. And what I know for certain is that her words have very little punch behind them. A talker first, a succubus second, and a fighter third. And I think deep down she knows it to be true. But with an ego so paper thin, she can’t afford to have the cracks show. She suggests all the time that there is nothing special about Sydney St. Clair, that I have done nothing to impress or show that I belong in the land of elites, I have showcased nothing. Perhaps that is true. But what has Megan Raine shown since coming back to EAW? Besides being an unlikable cunt? Dare I say far less. Who scored that pinfall at Manifest Destiny? I did. When we faced each other after revealing her true intentions, who was the one that got her hand raised? That would be me. Not once have you scored a fall over me, Megan, and I think deep down that keeps you up some nights. Knowing that as much as you claim the be better than me, you have nothing to prove it. The one sole time I have been pinned in my EAW career, it was at the hands of Chelsea Crowe. You drilled your knee into the back of my head sure, but the fact that you didn’t score the pinfall on me yourself must have been a bitter pill to swallow. Even when we were handcuffed together, while you were running your mouth, we lost that Triple Threat to April Song when she was choking you out with a sleeper hold. I guess there have been two constants all along -- Megan Raine is tied to the hip of Sydney St. Clair, and every time she talks a big game she falls flat on her face.

Bloodletter will not be an exception.

On December 9th, I finally get the one thing I want more than anything else in the world. No, I am not talking about the Specialist Championship opportunity. What I want goes much deeper than a shot at a silver plate on a leather strap. For far too long I have had to put up with your belittlement as you stick your nose up at me and every week the temptation has been growing to give you a D.I.Y. nosejob myself. From the very day I stepped in here, you have doubted my every ability despite what our history has shown. As far as I am concerned, the Specialist Championship opportunity is but a footnote to this match. What I want is to finally sever all the ties I have with you. I want to move on from having your constant headache, your constant self-entitlement. I want to once and for all beat the smug cunt who has been keeping me down for months on end! I am far more interested in letting out the three months of pent-up aggression that has been slow cooking deep within. More importantly, I want to prove to not only everyone but to you especially that I am not some vulnerable, fragile girl who can't hold her own. Despite my connections, the people I have befriended, I have never once needed the help of another to do what I do in the ring. Not from my friends, not from Tarah Nova, or from anyone else did I need a helping hand to get to this point -- I have gotten here because I fought hard to get here. From Day 1 it has been Sydney versus The World, and there is no turning back now. Megan Raine, I don't care what you call yourself. I don't care if you consider yourself a perfect storm, you are cloudy days that will come to pass. I will succeed to spite the claims that you have made against me. I will not be the stepping stone to the likes of you. At Bloodletter, my career can officially begin a new at your expense. I will defeat you Megan Raine..."

Bloodletter Promo #2

“All In”

I’ve heard you talk about my whole schtick. I’ve listened to every single miserable soul in this brand talk about it. Bring something new to the table, Chelsea. As of right now, you sound a lot like Azumi Goto, and I mean that as an insult. Why? You two just throw insults like darts and hope something sticks to the wall. You consider it a charade. I find it a part of myself. Being a maid is something that I am not ashamed of. I’m not running away from my past. I’ve never denied my history. I find it quite sad that you paint this picture of me who tries to hide every horrid little thing I’ve gone through in my life. I’m disgusted with the accusations that you have thrown at me. It just shows how little you know about me. What else do you want me to do? You want me to be like every sorry and irrelevant competition you have faced minus Aria Jaxon? You want me to be ashamed of my first championship reign? You want me to hide the fact that I had it? I’m not immoral, Chelsea. No one in this godforsaken company is immoral. Not even you. How dare a woman like me to be so open with pouring my emotions for the world to see? This is professional wrestling.We are supposed to be these bigger than life characters, and I’m out here cutting promos on my struggles and showing these people that it is alright to be vulnerable? You think that’s such a horrible thing? You think that’s going to expose every weakness inside of me? Call me weak; I don’t give a damn. I know what my self-worth. I know what I can take, and your words are something I can handle because I’ve heard it all before.

“You’re a comedy character.”

I find it quite flattered that you find my mishaps amusing. My objective is not to go out there and make people laugh at me. What makes me a comedy character? Is it the maid shtick? Is it that I had Savannah Sunshine vomited on me? Is it because I had to be unnecessary quarantined the week after? Is it because you consider me the punchline in this whole thing? You’re making it seem like I enjoy the situations I get myself into. You’re making it sound like I come to Empire every week hoping that some silly things happen to me. I don’t want all of that. I don’t want people to look past my Specialists Championship reign and into the messy situations I get myself every week. In fact, Esmeralda and Francesca have been by my side not only to make Empire a cleaner place but to prevent stupidity like April becoming Specialists Champion from ever happening. Just like you stated before, there is no denying my talents and abilities. There’s no denying the struggles I did to get this championship back. Also, there is no denying the efforts I will go through at Bloodletter. My mind is fully prepared for you, Mallory and April and what the three of you will dish out. I may love wearing my gloves to the ring, but what you should know is that the moment the gloves come off, then you should be quite concerned. I mean business in the ring. If you were so smart like you claim you were, you would be well-informed of that rather than just coming up with generic material and sadly failing at trying to get under my skin. I mean, do you hear some of the idiotic things you say? Do you smile at yourself and think that it’s better than what April or Mallory are dishing out? But, I spoke to you more, so by your logic, you’re the biggest threat coming out of the match? That or you’re the dumbest. You’re choice.

“She’s an immigrant.”

“She’s too immature.”

What’s with you and Mallory thinking that I’m not from the United States? Do the two of you feed off each other’s material? I clarified to Mallory that I am from the United States. I know, what a big freaking shock! This ruins everything! This is, so life-changing news! This news is more significant than the scars on your wrists! You see! I came come up with some stereotypical bullshit like you! Since we’re on the topic of that, we can move slowly onto this topic...innocent? Apparently, in this day and age, innocence equals immaturity. I mean, who am I to have a conversation with Chelsea Crowe? I mean, I’m apparently “innocent” and “naive.” I’m apparently a woman who hasn’t seen a dick in her entire life! I probably watch Cartoon Network on a regular basis and wear footy pajamas. Who am I to have a conversation with such a mature woman like Chelsea? I mean, she knows everything! Everything she says is the truth! Also, if you happen to be a dumb bitch again, so that you know, this is sarcasm. I forgot! You’re immune to having a sense of humor. The only way we see you crack a smile is when you’re decimating your opponents. For that, I should be very concerned about my wellbeing. I mean, who am I go Chelsea Crowe? When it compares to her, I am not worthy of holding this title! I mean, I’m just a sad comedy character! I should be ashamed of myself! You’re right. I AM SUCH A DISGRACE TO THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPIONSHIP! *sobs sarcastically*

Is that what you wanted me to say? You want me to be as pathetic as you and just tell a bunch of shit just because you think that? This is when perception bites you in the ass, Chelsea. I may have had a career of doing things as told, but this is one place where no one is going to fucking tell me what to do. What have I done as Specialists Champion? I defended this championship against Astraea Jordan and your fellow opponent in April Song. I’ve always been open to the competition presented to me. If they want to take this title away from me so badly, they would have done so already. Why haven’t they, Chelsea? There’s a variety of women in the back. There is a shitload of competition in that locker room. I’m not difficult to find. April Song should know that for a fact. I welcome all the game. I appreciate any challenger who wants to rise to the occasion. Even you.

Why am I build from Spain?

That’s probably a question people have. You see, my wrestling career never started in Los Angeles or any place in California. Nah, it began in Spain. That’s where I began my wrestling training. I faced bought tons of bright individuals in masks. While I was training, I lived with my father and his family. I grew accustomed to their ways of life. With the combination of the culture and wrestling, started something beautiful. I fell in love with it all. I wanted to learn more about Spain. Most would be ashamed of coming from a poor and small city like Frias. I took it as something to be proud of. From the start of my life, I knew I wasn’t much of a California girl. Los Angeles was beautiful, but it wasn’t me. I was more of a Frias girl than a Los Angeles girl. This is where you have a lot to learn, Mallory. You and Chelsea had similar things going. You like to assume. You want to make up your own stories without bothering to listen to the real one. Instead, you find it a lot easier just to use your imagination. I mean, nothing is wrong with using your imagination. There are no issues with envisioning your first championship win or Pain for Pride moment. There is nothing wrong at all with believing that you have a chance of winning at Bloodletter. You just need to be snapped back to reality. You need to realize that it’s not going to be all fluffy clouds and rainbows where you’re going with this match. Instead, it’s going to be a hard ring mat and broken bones. Just like with Chelsea, there’s the talk about growing up. There’s a saying that goes “Don’t grow up. It’s a trap.” Peter Pan knew that for a fact. It turns out that the most innocent people can see the wrong in other people. Just like with dogs. They have a fantastic sense. They know when someone is no good for just a good look and smell. However, I love getting a real up close on my opponents. There’s where I know if my intuition is spot on. I may smile like a little girl, but I punch like a fucking adult. That is something you should know before getting into the ring with me.

* Stylish, yet tedious, over-edited picture of myself. *

'' What infuriates me more than anything, is how you exaggerate and inflate your importance to this company. You speak of your accomplishments with such enthusiasm, and aggrandise them to a point that you would believe you're a literal saviour. Let's make something clear, for you elaborate your ambitions and then pout when I don't understand, I did not sign a contract with this promotion when you were the top woman, the head of the hierarchy, no. As I illustrated my signature on the contract you were absolutely nothing, an irrelevant name who did not hold a championship, now considering it, both women who were champions at the time of my arrival, no longer compete in this entire industry. You can hyperbolise and oversell how influential you are, but truthfully, the only thing I relate your name with, is how everybody complains when an individual brings up the eighth Pain For Pride. Unfortunately for you, I do not acknowledge your apparently unrivalled work for this division, you and the names you listed previously might have pioneered the revolution, yet I can't imagine it was very successful as we had Eris LeCava as a figurehead when I arrived. You constantly mention that you've been here longer than I have, but fail to acknowledge we have won the same amount of accolades, and it amuses me ever so much when you compare yourself to the likes of Cameron Ella Ava and the Heart Break Gal, because even I can have the humility to say, you, myself, and no other woman is. There's a reason they have fought for male world championships, you are honestly not even touching their level, as they have furthered a revolution you have done little aside from beating Haruna up, a trick you have been performing you literally years now, and hidden behind the authority role you have unfortunately been handed. It's ironic and candidly put, laughable that you call me delusional and then compare yourself to these women, and because why? Because you're in the Hall Of Fame, anybody can accomplish that, it's not exactly impossible to behave well backstage, or in your case have a relationship with a monumental authority figure, and to pick up a championship win or two in the space of what is it, four years? Let me address this to you in a level of seriousness, you're not as good as them, in the ring, whilst violent, you do not have the technical superiority that I do, and mentally I am far more intelligent than you, I'll be able to read and scroll through your body as I deconstruct it, I'll unshelter the truth from within you, and validate myself as the woman in the right, all along. You sell my influence to Empire ever so poorly, it's almost as if you believe I was just another name to throw under the banner. Yes, you were Specialists Champion at the time of Empire being established, but we both know the moment Cailin let it slip from her hands, that championship has meant very little, my point is only validated when it went from being defended every two weeks, to having a streak of luck in being defended once every two months underneath Brody Sparks. Without me, you would not have a brand to compete under, as you were all concerned with arguments, social media likes, and your own charismatic apperance, I was focused and situated with one problem, equality. As you and Madison, fighting for the seventh time, failed to capitalise on the first Vixens Cup, a woman who had been here for seventy days, did. The majority of women who you have seen come and go, I say that with air quotations, have not accomplished such. Because of the superior, beautiful lifestyle I engineered, the names you mentioned were not focused on one another anymore, or bettering themselves over each other, instead they focused on helping one another, with encouragement in their voice, a trait you have never justified, even as general manager, you've been far too obsessed with racially degrading Asian wrestlers at every opportunity, and firing people for the most petty of reasons, speaking upon that, you still have not told me why you decided to extradite me, and saying that it was due to moral, well, I can only state the problem lies much closer to home than you believe it to. You're not above Empire due to the fact you are, or were should I say, general manager, and you never will be. I initiated a revolution that you failed to inaugurate, I was the initial spark, the first Queen, whatever dumb catchphrase these others wish to situate upon themselves, they only have that privilege for I gave them a stage to showcase their talents upon. My determination, drive, and work ethic did not go without notice, due to my superiority, and constant strive for improvement, we as a gender, were handed our own platform to demonstrate our talents and abilities upon, instead of being carelessly picked up on a Friday, and dropped off on a Sunday, a feeling I am ever so sure you're familiar with. It's odd how you stress you're such a big deal, yet whilst you held the championship, they didn't consider changing the name of the division, or establishing a brand for you to perform on. You must have been something special! You assert that Aria and Brody are legends, but they are so far from that enhancement. Aria I'll admit is a superb wrestler, she's very easy to like and she's charismatic, but having a nice smile does not make you a legend, as for Brody people only assert she's iconic and a legend because of her death, if she were alive to today you would probably be at her throat, after all she was in the Sanatorium, remember, a multitude of women who you let run an absolute rampage on our brand for so long, it's no coincidence that I emerged once more shortly after their eradication. How hypocritical of you to state I'm attention seeking, that it hurts for me to not be the note of importance, when you went bragging to the other women that you're the reason I was fired, that you and our chairman essentially toasted to my departure, how you're constantly whining, even though you have a position of authority, and every single time you have a chance to use that power towards a positive, you fuck it up, an explanation as to why Empire has been utter horrid since you situated yourself in the black, leather chair. I never attempted to take their accomplishments, I don't recall saying I am Aria Jaxon, for my hair is not blue and my nose is not square. Perhaps from your perspective, you simply misinterpreted me, but the far more likelier option is that you're ranting on about hypothetical, fallacious shit as per usual. Have a shot of vodka every moment Tarah spouts a fabricated lie, or don't, for this promo is already as flavourless as can be, better not pile more irrelevancy onto the paper stage. Remarking that I'll never reach Stephanie's level, the women I literally defeated last week, well the sentence just smells of contradiction, you profess that I don't have the attributes to be like them, and then fail to acknowledge even one attribute I don't have, if your words were combustible, they would become dust within the second, for they hold absolutely zero substance to them. You then go and show favouritism to this situation in the most hysterical of attitudes. Let me see things from your perspective for a second, it's absolutely okay to execute my beautiful lifestyle, remove me from the wrestling business for two months and celebrate said removal like you have just slaughtered my family, but the moment the board of directors and I peacefully negotiate that you should be removed from a position of power, for abusing that exact power, that is not okay? How illogical can one woman become, completely ignore why I requested this match with you, only complain about the fact I did not like that you fired me, it doesn't matter why I was fired to you, apparently it's nothing more than an accusation, despite the fact I've been told by multiple members of higher management that you're the inspiration behind my removal, the key cog in the machine that ordered my refoulement. You were not forced to do anything, you happily complied and added syrup to the waffles, you dumped it on as a matter of fact. I did not fuck up, I simply state things that nobody else has the nerve to say, things such as the fact you gave Stephanie a shot at the, apparently, most prestigious championship this brand has to offer, because she was there, whilst tournaments and number one contendership matches happen at a reasonable amount for the Specialists Championship. Who did she have to fight to challenge Aria, thin air? No, you gave it to her because you like her, because she doesn't acknowledge that you're just overall, a really bad general manager, you're disorganised, have a serious problem with being criticised, and cannot accept the word no. You didn't land on this opportunity because of brilliance or a state of mind, you did so as you used to fuck the chairman, and you beat up somebody who has not competed to an active status in whoever knows how long. You're disingenuous, deceitful and a complete fucking bitch. You slate me as a liar, fucking ironic. The Last Vixen is far much more than a game, I briefly recall when the conditions I once situated were deemed nothing more than a catchphrase, and all these opinions dissipated once I claimed the Vixens World Championship, sidenote, it wasn't a world championship until my hands touched against it, and fingertips pressed against the plates. You're the reason for her existence, after all, you did proper damage to me when you executed the conditions I previously mentioned, and pushed me into the pitch black, into the canvas, into the irrelevancy. I had nothing, all my friends turned their backs on me because of you, because of what you said, and the actions you took. My lifestyle, executed, blood running through the floorboards and hitting against my cheek, as the winds grew brittle, cold, harsh, she came to me. She reminded me of a time before my revolution, that I could harbour it, acknowledge it, appreciate it. I had no other option, she was there when nobody else wished to be, she wrapped a blanket around my soul, poured health into my wounds, and brought upon incineration that meant I would never grow cold again. She burns throughout me, this constant smoulder, conflagration, a need for lust, vengeance, retribution. It's honestly upsetting how you so obviously deem every achievement I have as irrelevant, and yet the only things you have accomplished, happened far before I ever touched this continent. Whilst I became the Vixens Cup winner, you were eliminated in the first round, as I fought Kendra Shamez at Pain For Pride, you did what exactly, oh that's right, a multi-tag match that not one person could name all the participants within. As I crowned the peak of my revolution, by sending the Heart Break Gal away from Empire, vanquishing her, truthfully, dull reign, you were crying over spilt milk, losing to Kendra Shamez in the rematch for your off the subject, inapposite title. So what did you actually fucking do Tarah, and please state something that happened whilst I have been under contract, your greatest achievement is firing me and even then I came back in less than two months, you can't even achieve the task of simply letting a woman go, you're this great general manager and yet I removed you from power with the click of my fingers. Tarah, you can repeat without validation or evidence, that you're the heart, the middle, the soul, but you're nothing of the sort, you're a cancer, as I've said multiple times, but there's truthfully no other word that sits better, you're an absolute cancer, utter poison, the antithesis of what my revolution stood for. You want to keep Empire alive? How ambitious, perhaps the word alive has two different meanings for us, never the less, if you wish for Empire to thrive, not survive, let me do it for you! It's not as if you have a choice, but hear me out. Firstly, I would not fire people for speaking their mind, I would encourage it! Secondly, my best accomplishment isn't slithering into bed with a chairman, so perhaps people will respect me juxtaposed to constantly criticising me. Thirdly, I'm actually not half bad in the ring, and I've proved that against the likes of Aria, Cameron, Stephanie, and had a world championship reign whilst they have been at their peak. You believe you're the reason Empire is alive, but it's barely touching life support. You're killing the environment around you, allow me to be the one who finishes the job, by delivering a massacre to you at Bloodletter, before squeezing the life out of this worthless division, and delivering the souls of the dead to her, so that I can be freed of this blood-lust, this need for retaliation. I stick to the statistics, I do not thrive in this fantasy, fairy tale bliss that you bathe within. You profess you're a woman of your world, oh, like when you said I would never return to Elite Answers Wrestling, like when you stated Empire has been at the peak since you became the manager. Spare me the fucking details, I validate everything I say, I am a tactician, a woman who prides herself on truth and strategy, if you are a woman of your word, then I could potentially be Aria Jaxon. From the first day I arrived to this continent, I promised a revolution would come, that my lifestyle would found, inaugurate and establish equality, pride, athleticism, prowess, to each and every individual who wished for it. I elevated women in this industry to new heights, you keep saying you started it but truthfully, you only made the coffee and wiped the floors as I engineered change, and created a path for women such as myself, to demonstrate and signal their wrestling talent on the grandest stage, instead of being a sideshow, and I evidence that each night, when I step in the ring, each week, when I walk out onto the Empire spectacle. I insist that you bring your best, bring your all, finish the job, become the woman who finally puts the sword into the Vixens eminence once and for all, truly justify your name. At Bloodletter, vengeance shall come into reality. In the space of one hundred days, it shall be you attempting to take my life, to me firing the final shot, and rationalising every word that has dripped from my lips. You pushed me to absolute limits, to the deep, the depths of the ocean and held my body under. I was polluted and scathed for the space of two months, and yet breath still found my lungs. I returned, scorched, but coruscating with emotion. I conquered you at your own game, you impelled me to incarceration, how beguiling that six feet is all it shall take to massacre you. ''

AnD yOu CaN bElIeVe ThAt.

Words: Who cares? Tagged: Rat faced skank.

(Azumi sits in front of a camera, wearing her t-shirt with a serious look on her face.)

I was screwed! We all know this was going to happen, Haruna and I have said we have been screwed by other people on Empire countless times and yet it’s our methods called out by those that say that they are in the right. A drunken piece of trash cost me a title shot but yet people out there will say that we deserved to lose that opportunity. Why? Because we have taken other tactics to find success, this is professional wrestling. Regardless what path to success you take, every road is the right one. Look at whoever this company calls legends and Hall of Famers. Every one of them has made a deal with the devil of sorts or showcased their ego. And all I can hear people saying that “Karma is a bitch” or that Savannah was under a drunken influence or whatever. You people don’t say that Savannah Sidekick over there cost me a shot at the specialist title.

 No, it’s because I’m Azumi Goto, I’ve become a hated woman that’s the reason you people say I deserved to be screwed out of my title opportunity but fine, let’s say that I do deserve to not have the opportunity and I’ll focus on my match. I’ll focus on getting revenge. If this was Savannah Sidekick’s way of getting back in that drunken state after what has seemed like ages since Haruna and I gave her that minor concussion or whatever. If you want to be in the way again, Savannah then remember that moment before you make your entrance. If you step inside that ring, you will get two hatred filled women who you, someone who defends the concept being a hero for the people screwed over. My way of life as a wrestler isn’t in jeopardy here, Savannah. It’s yours… you consider yourself to be someone the little girls who want to chase dreams look towards then realize that what you showed was something that might turn people away from that.

I don’t care about the fans that either love or hate me. I’m just here to fulfill lifelong ambitions, goals, dreams, and whatever else is needed to apparently be pro-wrestler. See people, if I had the time to care about other people in this world, I would end up being the same people you believe are the right ones. The ones who fight against the bad, I would have ended up like a generic good guy but where I stand apart is that I put myself over others and continue to do that. There’s no need for me to have this kind of compassion or appreciation for the fans, I could care less about ticket sales… I mean if the next Empire had zero people in attendance then I would still wrestle regardless of who I’m facing.

Because I will continue to be a professional wrestler, that’s what I’m meant to do with my life. I will go through anybody who says otherwise, see this path that I have taken is one of the many ways to get to the top. I haven’t taken the cheap way out all of the time like you people think I have. It’s not wrong for me to use tactics that go against everything I stand for as a wrestler but desperate times call for desperate measures, isn’t that the saying in America. If victory is achieved then the path taken means absolutely nothing. That’s the Azumi Goto way. You’ve driven someone to the point of no return by making her take this dark route. This is what happens when someone who has nothing to lose takes things to the point where everything means it will give her the chance to gain something.

If people think I’m a villain or my intentions are wrong then continue to say that, if you consider me as an Unsung Ace then go for it. Continue being a roadblock for me because, in the end, it won’t stop the fighter named Azumi Goto. I’ll showcase that at Bloodletter by beating Savannah Sidekick and Revy, the next set of Roadblock.

(Azumi walks away from the camera as it fades to black.)