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Van Quinn.

You been waiting long?

You'll have to forgive me. See, I don't have the luxury of wrestling once every two weeks. Must be nice. You had a busier schedule back when you played football. Me? Well, it's no secret I'm working for four promotions right now, or that I currently hold singles title in two of those, EWO included. I'm a busy girl. So like I said, you'll have to forgive me if I didn't rush right out to respond to a promo you recorded last week, presumably to promote our match. I say presumably, because no where in that promo did you actually mention our upcoming match, or me, at all.

No, you felt that it was far more important to come out and use your camera time to make excuses as to why you lost at the first Livewire event. Lots of excuses. Lot's of trying to convince people that you are not an embarrassment. An embarrassment to yourself? to EOW? To football? It wasn't really clear... but I usually find that people who feel the need to yell out that they're not an embarrassment at the top of their lungs are usually feeling pretty embarrassed.

Frankly, Van... I don't care why you're embarrassed. I really don't. I don't care about what you did or didn't do at Livewire #1, I don't care why you're feeling less than prime. What I care about is this upcoming match, the one you apparently don't even want to talk about. Can't really blame you either... if I had to face myself, I wouldn't want to talk about it either.

Here's the thing, Quinn... your primary assertion, your primary theme: this idea that you were reasonably good as a football player and therefor should, based on that alone, be a good wrestler, is tragically flawed, and frankly, its insulting to anyone who made pro-wrestling their primary athletic endeavor right out of the gate. That's why you're gonna keep coming up against opponents who want nothing more than to embarrass you, Van... because you insult us everytime you open your mouth by minimizing and dismissing pro-wrestling as it's own unique athletic endeavor, and not just something that any athlete can do, as you clearly believe.

It's a fatal flaw that you've had since you first showed up on the scene, one I've watched other wrestlers capitalize on against you, and one that I'm going to shove right down your throat when we meet in that ring. Until you realize it yourself, and admit it to your self, you'll keep losing to all but the most inferior of opponents. Keep thinking you're bigger than this company... you're not. None of us are. We're all lightbulbs. Some of us burn brighter than others, but we'll all burn out eventually, and we're all easily replaced.

You're strong, but I hit harder. You're agile, but you're no faster than I am. You boast about your ability to recover 'after the fact', but you can't match my ability to recover right there during the fight. I trained to be a pro wrestler for more than five times the amount of time that you've been doing this, and be actually kicking ass and taking names for years on top of that. You think that you're ruthless, but have you ever seen what I do when I do my favorite things to do in this sport? They don't call me The Redheaded Bloodbath for nuthin'.

I like football. Giants chick, through and through. But there's no barbed wire on the gridiron and we don't wear body armor in the squared circle. There's simply no comparison between our two worlds, Van. You used to play a game, and likely should have stayed there. This is combat athletics... ain't nobody playin' here.

Here's my challenge to you Van... explain it to me. Explain what you think you bring to the table. Tell me how you think you can beat me, overcome my experience advantage, and hurt the most resilient athlete on the Epic roster, bar none. You tell me how you think you can win this fight.

I'm waiting.