>>10498285YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT THAT THEIF WOULD HAVE TO STEAL A VICTORY OVER ME BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY THAT SHE WOULD GET THE JOB DONE CLEAN --
You know what? I'm sick of you and your loud mouth. I wanted to help you. I wanted to give you the push in the right direction, ensure that you'd never find yourself tapping out to a five-foot-nothing MUFF DIVING MIDGET in the biggest match of your career. I even hoped and hoped-again that you'd be better than me one day. Give me THE CHALLENGE that no one else around here really could. Not Gun Girl. Not Punk Elf. Not Romero. And not Sk-... dammit, not even that stupid skeleton. But it's clear that for the first time in my GODDESS GIVEN LIFE: Kelly Omega may have backed the wrong horse.
At Onsen A Lifetime, I promise you this: I am going to step up to the plate. I am going to step on you and everyone else. I am going to step over your unconscious body, and become the new WWA Heavyweight Champion. It's sunset for you, kid. And when you wake up, and look up from flat on your back with tears in your eyes and a ringing in your ears, I'll tell you this again:
Don't cry for me, Argentinian. The truth is, I never believed in you. All through my rehab days, my mad existence, I kept my promise to myself. The distance between 'hoping' to be good, and actually 'being' Kelly -- BY GODDESS-- Omega is just too great for you to overcome.
See you in the chamber, rookie.
