Post by Miss Kammy on Jun 28, 2009 18:40:04 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
It’s been a while since I’ve last written about what’s been going on, but I feel I really need to give an update. Getting married to Scott last year was the greatest day of my life. I had found the one person that truly made me smile, who made me happy inside and out. The world was my dance floor, and I had discovered my partner to swing me in his arms. He, in my eyes, is one of the best wrestlers this industry has to offer. Being married to a true champion is what every woman could ever dream to have. He will always be a champion in my heart. Last March, we signed up to the WWE together, and instantly he became the World Champion at Wrestlemania. He is the best, and nobody can ever really beat him on their best days.
Scott, for some reason, started to lose focus on his goals, and lost his title. I feel he’s been so weak on the inside that he can no longer compete at the highest level that he’s used to competing at. About a month ago, we had a tag team match where we were partnered up for the very first time. That was a dream come true for me, teaming not only with my husband, but teaming with the greatest wrestler in the world. The greatest in the world though do not lose. Scott was preoccupied, and I was defeated because he was not there to protect me. I put it all aside, assuming it was an honest mistake, but it happened yet again where he was not looking out for my best interest. I lost another match, and Scott was not there to help me. Why would he leave me in harm’s way?
This marriage doesn’t seem to be working for me. My husband, I feel like he doesn’t love me anymore. He’s not there for me when I need him, and it leaves me heartbroken. I gave him my heart, my dedication. I gave him my love and my honor. I gave him everything I had when I read him my vows at our wedding. And for what? He goes against his own words. He promised to love me through thick and thin, through sickness and through health, till death do we part. He broke his promise to me. He broke everything we ever shared together, and now, I will not sit back and allow him to bring me down. He may have married an angel, but he doesn’t know that he also married a psycho.
He no longer has to worry about protecting me, for now he must look out for his own well being. This past week on Raw, I challenged my husband to a tag team match at the upcoming pay-per-view, The Bash. I told him to go out and find himself a tag team partner, and I would do the same. I was curious of who he would choose, and a bit anxious also. However, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about very much, considering I knew who I wanted to choose as my partner. I wanted a legendary name that can compete with Scott’s legendary status. I wanted the showstopper. I wanted the headliner. I wanted the main event. I wanted the icon. I wanted…The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels.
That alone gives me the advantage over almost all of the wrestlers in that locker room. How could I possibly lose? Well, Raven did some studying, and he chose a suitable partner, to confirm our match as a blast from the past. I now get to wrestle against two of the top guys the wrestling business has ever laid their eyes on. I was to compete with two of the biggest names the industry can possibly dish out. I was now destined to face the team of my husband, Scott Levy, and his tag team partner, the SNME original, Chris Jericho.
Chris Jericho is the one man I wish I had the chance to compete with, for I wanted nothing more in the past than to force my fist into his face. His arrogance is incontrollable. His cockiness is intolerable. His boyish looks get him nowhere but behind the better man, the real “Sexy Boy”, Shawn Michaels. Jericho has always been an enemy of mine. The way he would talk down the rest of the locker room was pitiful. He insisted on being the main guy, show, after show, after show. The fans were obviously sick of seeing Chris Jericho headline every main event week after week. They wanted a chance, but he refused to let them have that change. Well Chris, this isn’t SNME anymore, these fans will get to see that change. You are not in line for a World Title match, rather you’re granted with the ass kicking I’ve always dreamed about giving to you. You’re past your prime, and now you’ll get to see firsthand that all of those “little” people that were underneath you on the ranks long ago are now at your level. We’ve come so far Chris, and just because you wish to make a comeback for one final match, I’m going to show you personally how much I’ve risen. You may be the best in the world at what you do, but unfortunately for you; you are no longer a wrestler.
Sunday night will be one of the biggest matches in my career. My husband and his embarrassment of a partner will feel the same way that the people of their likes used to portray people like me. Boys, this time I am in charge, and you are my bitches. SNME is in the past, and what’s in the past should be put to rest. Scott, Chris, I am going to put you both to rest. Consider it a thank you from the queen of wrestling.
Scott, for some reason, started to lose focus on his goals, and lost his title. I feel he’s been so weak on the inside that he can no longer compete at the highest level that he’s used to competing at. About a month ago, we had a tag team match where we were partnered up for the very first time. That was a dream come true for me, teaming not only with my husband, but teaming with the greatest wrestler in the world. The greatest in the world though do not lose. Scott was preoccupied, and I was defeated because he was not there to protect me. I put it all aside, assuming it was an honest mistake, but it happened yet again where he was not looking out for my best interest. I lost another match, and Scott was not there to help me. Why would he leave me in harm’s way?
This marriage doesn’t seem to be working for me. My husband, I feel like he doesn’t love me anymore. He’s not there for me when I need him, and it leaves me heartbroken. I gave him my heart, my dedication. I gave him my love and my honor. I gave him everything I had when I read him my vows at our wedding. And for what? He goes against his own words. He promised to love me through thick and thin, through sickness and through health, till death do we part. He broke his promise to me. He broke everything we ever shared together, and now, I will not sit back and allow him to bring me down. He may have married an angel, but he doesn’t know that he also married a psycho.
He no longer has to worry about protecting me, for now he must look out for his own well being. This past week on Raw, I challenged my husband to a tag team match at the upcoming pay-per-view, The Bash. I told him to go out and find himself a tag team partner, and I would do the same. I was curious of who he would choose, and a bit anxious also. However, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about very much, considering I knew who I wanted to choose as my partner. I wanted a legendary name that can compete with Scott’s legendary status. I wanted the showstopper. I wanted the headliner. I wanted the main event. I wanted the icon. I wanted…The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels.
That alone gives me the advantage over almost all of the wrestlers in that locker room. How could I possibly lose? Well, Raven did some studying, and he chose a suitable partner, to confirm our match as a blast from the past. I now get to wrestle against two of the top guys the wrestling business has ever laid their eyes on. I was to compete with two of the biggest names the industry can possibly dish out. I was now destined to face the team of my husband, Scott Levy, and his tag team partner, the SNME original, Chris Jericho.
Chris Jericho is the one man I wish I had the chance to compete with, for I wanted nothing more in the past than to force my fist into his face. His arrogance is incontrollable. His cockiness is intolerable. His boyish looks get him nowhere but behind the better man, the real “Sexy Boy”, Shawn Michaels. Jericho has always been an enemy of mine. The way he would talk down the rest of the locker room was pitiful. He insisted on being the main guy, show, after show, after show. The fans were obviously sick of seeing Chris Jericho headline every main event week after week. They wanted a chance, but he refused to let them have that change. Well Chris, this isn’t SNME anymore, these fans will get to see that change. You are not in line for a World Title match, rather you’re granted with the ass kicking I’ve always dreamed about giving to you. You’re past your prime, and now you’ll get to see firsthand that all of those “little” people that were underneath you on the ranks long ago are now at your level. We’ve come so far Chris, and just because you wish to make a comeback for one final match, I’m going to show you personally how much I’ve risen. You may be the best in the world at what you do, but unfortunately for you; you are no longer a wrestler.
Sunday night will be one of the biggest matches in my career. My husband and his embarrassment of a partner will feel the same way that the people of their likes used to portray people like me. Boys, this time I am in charge, and you are my bitches. SNME is in the past, and what’s in the past should be put to rest. Scott, Chris, I am going to put you both to rest. Consider it a thank you from the queen of wrestling.
Best regards,
Miss Kammy
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