February 25th...MY season opener is against Archibald Peck of all people?
I sorta feel bad for this guy, he's on the brink of losing everything...his stuck-up valet Veronica, his mind, his hair, not
to mention matches and any trace of manliness. Well, I guess that last one was in short supply to begin with.
I'm not trying to be mean, just honest - and while I'm on an honesty kick, let me say that a desperate opponent can be the
most dangerous. A very little part of me knows what it's like to lose and be on that edge, and feel almost desperate to turn
things around. You'll do anything, try anything.
Unfortunately for you Mr. Peck, I am not some vain school girl. I'm not some dejected prom queen begging for your attention. I'm the
Queen of Professional Wrestling. I've pinned Claudio Castagnoli's shoulders to the mat, won the Torneo Cibernetico, and even beat
my wrestling idol, Aja Kong in the middle of the ring. The next thing on my royal agenda is crushing that ridiculous hat of yours
and it will be YOU left bawling come February 25th!