V/O: Now that the hard part is over, let's get down to the spectacle, shall we?

(The cards were all on the table, and the game plan was set in stone. It was clear in my eyes who I could
dismiss with a wave of my hand, and who I had to be sure to keep an eye on. Granted, I had to keep an
eye on more ladies then I liked, but still, I was feeling confident. It was time to put on the show.)

Apathy: It is clear to me that despite some of yours blasé attitudes, we all have our sights set on the
same prize, as I had expected. To be frank about things, I'm thrilled to see so many viable women who
are dedicated to maintaining the prestige of our illustrious place in this business by competing, tooth
and nail, for the coveted prize in this display.

(Truth be told, I felt that some of these female competitors were blissfully unaware and unabashedly
ignorant of the task that was at hand. I wasn't. I knew what came next. This was the tip of the mountain
in the pre-determined line of events. Once this next round of promos went out, we'd all start bearing
our teeth; of course there were those who already were. I was about ready too. The time for politeness
and professional courtesy was through.)

Apathy: I couldn't help but notice that some of you seem so…chipper….about being involved in this
tournament.

(My mouth turned to a smirk and I raised an eyebrow.)

Apathy: How cute. I bet you few believe that you have the upper hand in this dance because you stand
justified and you fight for the right and just, you help old ladies cross the street, and whatever it is that
you heroic few do. I'm not knocking you, believe me. I used to be bubbly and overly positive. I took
every loss and win in stride. I maintained faith and a positive vibe that every win and loss happened for a
dynamic reason, then I started losing more then I was winning. Sure I went into denial and blamed
myself. I started training harder. I was a "company woman". Then I started getting pushed down the
card. Then I stopped being booked. There's nothing wrong with being positive, but there is also a stark
reality to what we women do, and that is this simple fact, sometimes, there is no positive.

(Of course, positive was all how you looked at it. I just didn't buy into that new age malarkey. There was
no in-between when it came to victory and loss. Just what was, is what was. There was going to be one
distinct winner in this tournament, and 29 losers. I didn't aim to be one of them. Then again, neither did
anyone else, no matter how positive and mentally focused some of them were. Of course trying to
convince them that they had the wrong approach was pointless. An old friend bought into that mental
clarity crap, it was a lost cause. I continued.)

Apathy: I'm a realist I guess. Some of you probably see an opportunity for exposure, win or loss, for not
only yourself, but your respective companies. Some of you see this as a challenge, a way to better
yourself competitively. Others see it as a means to exert your dominance in this cut throat division of
women. Not all of those sound positive, but depending on the perspective, it can be. Me? What do I
see? I see only one thing. Victory. I accept nothing less of myself then to win it all, or go down in flames
trying, and maybe taking a few people I don't really care for, down with me.

"The hard truth is, I'm arrogant and cold and very few of you impress me. Not because of what you've
said, no, I wasn't impressed the minute the ink dried on the contract. I've carved myself a niche in this
business, bought and paid for with my blood and the blood of the people I had to destroy and walk all
over to get where I am. While my career may be on a down swing, I haven't been humbled. I'll save my
humbleness for when I'm a legend, and there's a wrestling meme about me or for me that echoes until
the day I die, and possibly long after."

(I was an entertainer. An international superstar. This was my circus and I was the headlining act. The
coupe de Ville of the show business industry. I had a natural gift for what I did. I could wrestle with the
best woman, or man and I could lead those fans in those seats like nobody's business. One week they'd
hate me to the point of death threats, but put the spotlight on, give me a ten minute spot on the card,
and they'd be taking up alms for my pity. I was an heiress. Period.)

Apathy: I can't be bothered to hand out respect and professional courtesy. After this tournament we will
all go back to our little two bit companies, our women's divisions, our regular hectic lives and I doubt we
will ever cross paths. We may hear rumors, maybe even casually pass one another in the air port, but we
come from so many different directions that my respect, let alone, my attention to any of you is
worthless and fleeting. I prefer not to sit here and lie or waste my time with superficial pleasantries. I'm
not here to make friends, even at this stage in my career, I'm not here to scout out the future, and I have
no reason too. You are all years away from meeting my expectations, let alone my impressive list of
accomplishments. I'm hall of fame material. Most of you are just small fish in a very very big ocean.
Peons.
"Again this isn't me saying I'm the best, or even I have the winning advantage. I made it clear, none of us
have any advantage in this, what I am saying is, I know what I am capable of and what lengths I will go
to, to have my arm raised in victory. Any advantage I do have is minimal and meaningless in this."

"Let's sharpen our claws ladies; the eve of destruction is upon us."

(FTB)