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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2018 23:34:27 GMT -5
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Post by kumquatkid on Jul 16, 2018 10:53:34 GMT -5
We open to the following video on the front page of the redesigned HaileyHarris.com.
We find Harris sitting before the bay window in her home, peering out the window, before turning to us with a keen sense of confidence, albeit annoyance.
“Cool your jets, Hailey. Cool your jets. That’s what my friends, my family, and even my husband, told me after my Aftershock outburst, as it seems to be called around the stupid ass social media circuit, but it isn’t an outburst, people. It is the realization of a truth, and nipping this shit in the bud, pronto.”
“So no, I’m not going to cool my jets, I’m going to rev them up. And up. And up. And up! Until whoever is running this shit show called Empire Wrestling knows just who the hell Hailey Harris is, and why I, not anyone else, not some Latina bimbo, not some relic of some long dead promotion that ran on Blazenwing broken promises and low ball pay days, but I, and only I, am THE STAR of this promotion, and I will be treated like the star of my caliber deserves.”
A heavy sigh. A scowl of disgust.
“So matchmaker, oh matchmaker, since we’re all still sitting here wondering what the next Hype card is going to be, why don’t you do your damn job, throw a dart on the roster board, and throw some NOT deserving, untalented piece of garbage my way, because I already seem to know your little piss poor vision for this company, and if it doesn’t happen to include me, well then I’m afraid I’m going to change your plans, because my name is the one that belongs up in lights, ok? So do all of us real athletes a favor, get your head out of your ass, and do your damn job!”
“There’s no best for business, or good for the grappling game. There is only Hailey Harris, THE STAR of Empire Wrestling.”
With another look of disgust, Harris makes a cut throat motion and the scene cuts to static.
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Post by kumquatkid on Aug 5, 2018 13:54:07 GMT -5
We open with a selfie video of one Hailey Harris. Harris is definitely feigning some over exuberance, with a huge smile and blinking eyes.
"I'm gonna go on a radio station and make a complete fool of myself, DURRRRR!"
She sticks her teeth out. Hailey scowls in disgust.
"Now personally I don't give a rat's ass what anyone on the roster thinks, but I think it's safe to say that all of us would REALLY appreciate it if you would stop with all the WHINING AND BITCHING AND MOANING. Wake up, Casey. You're never going to get what you want crying like a little baby and living in the past. This isn't then. This is now. This is a new chapter in EW and nobody is going to hand you a damn thing because oh yeah YOU'RE JUST NOT READY FOR PRIMETIME. As long as you keep bitching and moaning and demanding something be handed to you in some bullshit award ceremony, then I'm going to keep telling you THAT YOU'RE JUST NOT READY FOR PRIMETIME. Maybe you'll get it through your head. Probably not with that stupid ass Rune by your side, pulling your strings and making you dance."
"But you know, that's fine. I know what I plan on doing here in EW, and that's working my way to the top, not relying on my past credentials, as far surpassing yours as they are, and not demand a title. That's right, holy shit, I'm going to go out and earn it, and hey, for shits and giggles, it might as well be the EW Primetime Title, because as history clearly shows, as well as the present, I can't be any worse than the spoiled little crybaby who was never that great a champion to begin with, right?"
"Keep crying, Casey. I'm going to keep winning. Until what you demand becomes WHAT I FUCKING EARN. And why? BECAUSE I'M. THE. STAR!"
Le End.
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Post by kumquatkid on Aug 14, 2018 5:59:20 GMT -5
We open with the sounds of someone munching on something. We then see Hailey Harris, chomping on a taco, seemingly unimpressed. She wipes her mouth and walks with us via her cellphone.
“You know what sucks?”
Harris plops the taco into the garbage.
“Yeah that. Super messy, super greasy, a super waste of time. But you know what else sucks?”
Harris smirks.
“You guessed it, a stupid ass bitch hung up on something that happened weeks ago! You know, Talia, I know this may come to a shock to you and everything, being an 11 year, 10 and a half year, 12 year “veteran” that seemingly no one remembers, but nobody fucking cares. Seriously. You can line up all your accolades, and tout yourself as some wrestling superstar, but we all know the truth, don’t we? You’re just a pretty little face with just enough wrestling acumen to escape a wet paper bag and bring in the Latino demographic for whoever is running this place.”
“But like I said, no one cares, but you seem to have this knack for living in the past, whether it be whenever you suggest you were relevant, to more recently, when I took matters into my own hands and made sure you didn’t lose that match for us. You do realize that’s why I attacked you, right? Because you were stinking it up in that ring and would have lost had I not intervened. No, you didn’t know that? Ah, such a shame. It must be tough living in denial of your own shortcomings. I did what I had to do because I don’t associate myself with losers, and Talia, dear, you are certainly a loser. Capital L, boldface, underlined three times, bitch.”
Harris sighs, shaking her head.
“Make me famous? No, there’s no need, because while you were scraping the bottom of the barrel, looking to your amigos and amigas for support, I was winning championships, I was becoming more than you will ever be, so no, I don’t need EW’s own Little Engine That Could Never to somehow make me an even bigger star than I already am, and bitch, don’t flatter yourself. Me kicking your ass isn’t something I need on my resume to get to the top of EW, because, and I know this may come as a shock to you, but there are far bigger fish for me to fry, sweetheart, so go swim around in your bowl, you stupid ass goldfish, because nobody gives a flying fuck about you anyways.”
“Because at the end of the day, tacos suck, but Talia sucks that much more. Just grow up and move on, bitch. I don’t have time for you, for mediocrity, and why?”
“BECAUSE I’M. THE. STAR!”
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