Kirsten Scott vs. Brilliant Sun Princess YUSA

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET FRIDAY, January 17, 2025 (Show will take place on Friday night)

[TheOne]

{PROMO}

The night is dark, without streetlights in sight.  The only illumination is that from the moon, which on this chilly night, shows a figure walking in a heavy coat, through the snow.  The camera slowly follows the person, swinging around to the front to show the partially visible face of Kirsten Scott.  Her head looks down, but she knows the presence of the camera, and begins to speak.

2024 didn't do what I had wished.  2025, it, too, has not produced a situation I've liked, personally.  Internally, I won't lie, there is a lot of self doubt.  There is a lot of questioning.  And the fact I can admit that isn't something people should look at as a weakness because I'm ADULT enough to admit that I am not perfect.

And I will never claim to be either...

What I will profess to be is someone who is determined to continue and never give up.  Yes, the lack of successes I wanted have begun to get in my head.  Yes, I am not where I thought I would be at this point, when I walked into this industry.  I thought I would be the newest "revolutionary wrestler," this business has ever seen, and I am far from it.  Instead, I'm a run of the mill, middle of the pack, at best, nobody, who isn't a draw, isn't a game changer, and has not lived up to the hype that she created for herself.

You see, those vignettes I had made, to introduce myself to SCW, before that first debut of mine, I did that because I believed I would do something BIG.  I would do something very FEW have ever done.  And yeah, I started off on the right foot.  I started off successful.  Hell, I won a championship, for fuck's sake.  But then, everything I claimed to be here for, nothing manifested of that.  Nothing came CLOSE to being part of the equation.  Instead, what happened was I began to flounder.  I began to BELIEVE the hype.  I began to think I was untouchable, which I should have never done.  I've never been that.  I've never been what I thought I was, which was, effectively, GOD...

But then, The Enigma decided to rear its ugly head, make this, in my opinion, personal, and I decided that the field of fucks I own is baron, therefore I have no more fucks to give!  This Temu Penn and Teller wants to try and mind game me and my crew with trickery?  They want me intimidated by magic tricks you can buy from the back of an old comic book?  They INSULT me with bullshit like that, and want to call themselves someone I should FEAR and WORRY about in this business, and think they're in MY HEAD?  Sorry you Wish version of Uri Geller, you're not doing that with us...

Instead, you're going to have a problem on your hands.  Not a God problem, not a hype problem, but a, "you insulted a bitch who doesn't appreciate it," problem.  And in a place SCW is labeling as a "Dogfight," you damn well better believe I am going to bring your shitshow to the forefront of everyone's eyes because I am not one who takes these little kid-toy mind games seriously.  I more or less would rather watch a manatee just floating around nonchalantly, and bumping into things because they are equally as bright, than deal with your horseshit.  Why?  Because I don't fucking care!  You can try to be SCW's version of David Copperfield, and all it does is make me yawn.  I'd be more impressed if you could end up on Badge502's TikTok, with some flared-base item you found at a TJ MaxX than the magical flames and smoke.  Hell there was once a guy who claimed to be a "Hurricane" who had a more believable exit from a promo than you do with your smoke and mirrors campaign...

The fact is... When it comes to this "Dogfight" of ours, you're going to get yours.  You're going to not like what version of Kirsten Scott you have brought out.  Because it's not about you using your WalMart magic kit against me, when it comes to a fight, but what matters is, you have awoken an angry woman.  Someone who NEEDED it.  Someone who had just ASSUMED she was going to be a World Champion in no time.  You WOKE UP Kirsten Scott to help her realize that too many people in SCW fight just like you... With a lot of BULLSHIT SMOKE AND MIRRORS!  Almost EVERYONE here is just like you... A carny... A fake... A farce... Not what they portray, and it has reminded me to be who I am, which is actually someone GENUINE in this fucking industry.  I'm not someone with the God Complex anymore... I know I'm full of faults and weaknesses... And the fact you have given me the ability to be honest about that is something I would highly recommend you consider going to a therapist and getting counseling for, because you just wrote your own "Dogfight Death Warrant" and Kirsten Scott will happily be the executioner to sign it...

Kirsten can be heard taking a deep breath.

And that leads me to what is happening this Friday night... And no, there won't be tabletops being danced upon, shots being taken, skinny dipping in the dark, maxed out credit cards, or having a menage a trois... Sorry folks... Instead it's a pretty, pretty, princess, who likes to call herself YUSA, who will be facing the wrath that has been unlocked from The Enigma, and unfortunately, she won't like it, and YUYO won't be able to come with the Yakuza to save her ass...

Instead... She will be laying ON her ass, face up, and waking up wondering what fright train of a pissed of bitch just hit her!

You hear me YUSA?  Do you hear what I am saying?  I'm not mincing words, I'm not insulting your intelligence, I'm simply asking, are you realizing what is about to happen to you at Breakdown?  Because I don't know if you do.  I believe you look at me like many do, right now, in SCW.  You look at me like a pretender.  You look at me like The Enigma, and how I'm just someone who can talk a big game, but never quite back it up.  Well, honey, I hope you like surprises because I'm bringing one that will pop up in your face like a Jack in the Box that you weren't prepared for.  I'm bringing the heat like a wasabi root that has that little extra KICK to it...

And I also want you to understand this isn't personal.  I don't disrespect you, your culture, or anything of the such... But you have to understand The Enigma caused this.  HE is the one who is bringing the "hell on Earth" mentality your way.  HE is the one who is requiring me to send a message to him.  It's not your fault.  But it IS your responsibility to accept the reality of what SCW's brass has put at your feet, and that is a punishment for what HE has done and said.  So for that, I apologize in advance.  I apologize for the beatdown you will suffer to show this charlatan what happens when you piss off a bitter woman who hasn't been able to do what she planned, and is still DRIVEN to do so.  I will use you to show that piece of shit what HE is in for, when we walk into the pitfight that will be our match.  Again... It isn't personal...

It's necessary...

You have to understand I have been in a dark place for a long time, and it's time for Kirsten Scott to begin to make her way out on HER terms.  NOBODY ELSE'S.  And that will require one fight at a time, and it will begin with you YUSA.  You will understand who Kirsten Scott, "The One," truly is.  I am not walking into this year with this "New Year, New Me" mentality, but instead, "New Year, IT'S ON" mentality.  And while it didn't start the right way, it's one moment in time.  Now you're another moment.  You represent something bigger with The Enigma on the horizon.  You will be that person who shows him that he can throw every smoke and mirrors show at me that he wants.  He can make fire appear with cheap-ass flash paper, and act like he's Penn or Teller.  But what he will understand is that he's none of it because he will see what happens to you at Breakdown.  He will see no mercy.  He will see the anger and fire I have boiling inside.  And the only magic trick he'll have left is magically making his prolapsed colon somehow return inside that flaming asshole of his, because he'll be one thing... SCARED SHITLESS!

And that's not a promise... It's a GUARANTEE... Just like death... Taxes... AND "THE ONE" KIRSTEN SCOTT!

With those final words, Kirsten accelerates her walking due to the cold, toward wherever her final destination may be.

[The Sun Princess]

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