Badda Bing Badda Boom

Badda Bing Badda Boom
Battle Grounds XV
You Fear Me

Listen here you little fucker and listen up good.
I want you to know that your in the Main Event because I brought you here.
I want you to know that your in the Main Event because of me.

After this match its going to be back to the opening shows and the mid card for
you and your dissapointing trash talk and excuses.

FACT. I have beaten you before.
FACT. I have shut you up before.
FACT. This weeks show is entitled 'Shark Hunting.
FACT. Your scared of me and you suck.

The last time I appeared on the spotlight of the IWF Arena was when me and Latoya
took on Alison Williams and Ashley Matthews. We fucked those bitches up. You can
say to yourself that my last match was pointless and it was just a stupid bra and panties
match, but you cant say anything about my match before that. No you cant, because
my match before that was against you and Kable, and if you did a good job in erasing
that match from your memory (i would too if I got my ass kicked) you got emberassed
by me and I made you my bitch... better yet, my slave.

Did you erase all the talking you did before that match?, you most likely did. You see
theres a few people in the world that have the talent that me, Latoya and James do.

Theres nothing more worse than a person who talks alot of shit, and can easily back
that shit up with one hand tied behind their back and blindfolded. Nothing worse than
that. Unfortunetly for the IWF Roster, we can do that.

If theres anything worse than that... its losing to a person like that. Here you are training
your ass off only to be humiliated day in and day out by a person behind the camera. The
fans get hyped up and they begin to laugh at you, your angry and you think that this person
is all talk, and things will be different when your face to face, however you come out to the
match and before you know it, the bell rings and your flat out on your ass getting beat up,
the whole world watching... the whole world laughing. Before you know it, the bell rings
again, your either knocked the fuck out, or too surprised to even budge. You just got beat
up by a loudmouthed peice of shit who talked shit about you, your family and everything
you stand for all week long.

I can only imagine it being one of the worst feelings in the world. I would be emberassed.
I would run out of that ring. I hope nobody have gone through that. Unfortunetly... people
have gone through it. 17 people to be exact. Thats almost the whole IWF Roster right there.

Infact... you have gone through that feeling... hmmm... like what...three times now?, its
even worse for you because the two times you did go through it, you got knocked out like
5 times each. The third time you went through it, I went easy on you and I still beat you.

Sucks doesn't it?, having a girl talk all this crap about you. Having a girl talk all this crap
about you and YOU KNOW you cant do anything about it.... not one single thing.

I mean... you can trash talk me again.... You can show the world more youtube videos
again. At the end of the day Ill just do my job to shut you up and beat you again.

I found it funny how you went out of your way, spending your time on youtube looking
for funny videos when you could've spended that time doing something else like training
or finding a new girlfriend who doesn't look like bigfoot. I found it even more funny when
I pinned you, 1 , 2 , 3 and all that hype you did, all those youtube videos... all that shit talk..
went down the drain.

Do you think its going to be differen't this time?. You beat Matthew Young. Whoopty
the fucking Doo. You barely beat him. Now your thinking this time your going to beat
me?, you couldn't even beat me when you had a tag team partner and you think you
can do it one on one?

VVR, Im sorry but if you think your beating me this week, your fucking delusional.



"No doubt in my mind girl, you got this"

She only stated the obvious. Her words didn't make me feel more motivated
nor more confident in any way. I knew I was going to win this match, I just knew
it. I knew that as of right now, nothing could get in my way. Latoya turned back to
the cashier and handed her the set of clothes that we wanted to purchase, as she
was getting her credit card out a woman and a daughter came up to me from my
side.

Mother
"Hey can my daughter get an autograph with you?"

I smiled and patted her daughter on the head as if she was some kind of dog.
I looked back up at the mother.

Lillian
"ofcoarse she can. Do you people.... have something I can like sign on?"

The mother hesistated for a minute. Then the daughter reached out towards
me handing me a booklet. I grabbed it and looked at it and it seemed to be
one of those popup books. It said IWF on the cover. I didn't know IWF made
stuff for kids. I opened the book and Vincent Van Rose's ugly face popped out
of it, I almost jumped, I quickly closed the book. I looked up at the mother
then down at the daughter disgusted.

Lillian
"Um...... like what the fu-"

Mother
"She got it for Halloween."

I looked back at the mother who interupted me and flashed a smile.

Lillian
"Now it makes sense"

Latoya turned around and we got out of line even though nobody was
behind us. We liked to get to the mall bright and early so that we werent
attacked by fans. Latoya smiled at both the mother and the daughter, I
noticed how pretty she looked without her red hair. Thank God she decided
to go back to her normal color, altough those tattoos she had were still
there. It was a mistake that she got them.

Lillian
"Latoya do you have a pen?"

She nodded and began to reach into her purse. She took out a pen
and handed it over to me, but she had her eyes on the popout book.

Latoya
"What is that?"

Lillian
"Its a IWF popup book."

Latoya
"Does Sharks dick pop out of it or something?"

The mother looked at us with her eyes wide, the daughter
looked clueless.

Lillian
"No.... its a halloween popup book, think something scary"

Latoya
"Tell me its Vincent Van Rose's face....."

Lillian
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner"

I was finished signing my autograph on the book. I gave
the book to Latoya so that she could sign it, she looked up
at the mother.

Latoya
"Do you want my autograph too?"

Before the mother could answer the daughter spoke out
and said yes. Latoya smiled and began to sign it.

Mother
"Do you think we could get a picture with you two?"

I looked back at Latoya and she looked like she was thinking
the same thing. It was if we were both waiting on eachother
to answer, Latoya wasn't answering, she was pretending to
look at the cover of the book, so I answered.

Lillian
"Well I feel really really sick.... I dont think I want a picture
of me, maybe Latoya would be up for i-"

Lotoya
"NO!, Im sick too"

Mother
"If you girls dont want a picture.... just say it"

Latoya
"We dont want a picture."

Mother
"Oh.... thats ok"

Lillian
"Awee. Im sorry, look no offense, we love our fans, but
its just that you and your daughter can be compared to
Vincent Van Rose, in the sense that both of you are hideous,
and we wouldn't be caught dead in a picture with the ugliness
that you both have to offer"

The mothers eyes grew wide and her mouth opened up. She had
a loss for words. She immidietly grabbed her daughters hand and
quickly walked out of the store. Latoya looked at me with a dissapointed
look on her face.

Latoya
"Really Lillian?.... no offence but you look like Vincent Van Rose?, who the
fuck wouldn't take offense to that?, the guy looks like a.... looks like... looks
like a Vincent Van Rose for crying out loud!"

I smiled and laughed abit.

Lillian
"Someone had to tell them"

Latoya held up the popout book

Latoya
"Now what am I suppose to do with this?"

I shrugged and looked around, I saw a trash can and pointed at it.

Lillian
"That looks like a good home for it"



For alot of people scratching their heads asking themselves... "oh god... why in the
world is that ugly cowboy in another main event??? he never wins a main event" Fear
not for Lillian Shark is here!, and I have the answer to that question.

A couple of days ago I happened to be backstage at a houseshow event. Jason Hawk
was in attendance and his office was open so I decided to come in and request a match.

Now before coming into the office I had looked at the card setup for the upcoming
Pay Per View "from the ashes". I noticed how "soft" the High Impact Championship
match was. I mean I thought the IWF had come up with a new title for the undercards
so I was wondering why they had two undercard titles.... but anyways, regardless that
the match was filled with jobbers and an overrated champion I liked the ring of that name.

High.... Impact....Champion

So I looked at myself and I see a good looking girl. Nice boobs. A beautiful ass. So obviously
Im marketable. Im on the cover of almost every magazine and almost everyone sponsers me
so then I looked at my accomplishments.... Im undefeated with a win over the former High
Impact Champion, and I defeated him better than Sean Libby did.

At this point it was obvious I wanted in on the match. I went into Hawks office and blah blah
blah I made the challenge and then I noticed that Jasons face changed. He went from looking
at my tits to looking at the ugly creature that was behind me, and judging from his facial reaction,
he smelled the exact same awful gross smell I smelled too. At first I was scared because I thought
there was like a skunk behind me.... but then I was like no thats stupid where the fuck would a
skunk come from?, so I turn around only to see the ugliest motherfucker today, Vincent Van Rose.

VVR with his big ugly cowboy hat, and his big ugly cowboy boots, and his long greasy hair, and his
big ugly smile exposing his yellow ugly teeth.

I started to wonder how he knew I was in the office, but then I remembered that hes just as creepy
as Dan Alexander and he likes to follow me around and smell my hair, but anyways

He rambled on as he usually did, blah blah blah, "you suck Im better than you"

I was like.... but I beat you

Hes all like blah blah blah "yea I know.... but uhhh you still suck"

So I stood there waiting for him to shut the fuck up, and after he was done with his rant on who he
has beaten in the IWF.... as if he hasn't told me this before, I stepped in and I challenged him and
I challenged him for his spot at From The Ashes right to his face.

What did he do?, well.... what else did he do, he opened his mouth and AGAIN rambled on. This
time he went around the challenge, and started to change the topic, then moving on to Corey Casey,
praising him.



And I can understand why... Casey made him and carried him his whole career. I mean... the guy
pratically spoon fed him and held him by the hand, so its easy to understand where his man love
for Casey comes from but I mean.... come on... bad timing much?

So anyways, AGAIN I challenged him but again he changed the subject and ended up challenging
me to a 13 terror whatever match. Luckily Hawk was able to step in, make the match, save his ass
and not make the "13 terror thingy" happen, but Hawk said the stipulation with his spot on the line
would be up to VVR. So I turn around, smile at him, and what does he do?

"Blah blah blah, your not going to get a shot at it because I worked so hard for it and Im tired
of defending it"

Tired of defending it..... come on, you've only defended it once. A pussy is a pussy, and right
now your a BIG pussy. Its funny though because not only is VVR a pussy but the match is filled
with pussies. That video with me in Hawks office is the most viewed video on IWF.Com, so VVR's
opponents at From The Ashes had to have seen it, and NOT ONE of them came up to me and was
like... "Hey Lillian, Im not pussy to put my shot on the line, Im more of a man then VVR"

Pshhh.... bunch of chicken shits.

So VVR, Im interested to see what your big smelly cigar filled mouth has to say about all of
this. More excuses?, maybe you'll change your mind this time and put it on the line?, who
knows. My guess is more excuses, more Casey praising, and more emberassing yourself.

See VVR, I know all about you. You come into the office with your glass jaw up high, your
head up high, your ciggerette in your mouth. You look like a brokeback cowboy from brokeback
mountain, but you present yourself to be some big tough guy. Yet.... your not, not at all, noo way.

Your one of those guys that started smoking not because you wanted to, but because you thought
it was cool. You did it to try and impress the girls, girls like me, leader of the cheerleading squad and
most popular biatch in the school. Yet, you didn't impress anyone because back then, your hair was
still greasy, your face was greasy and covered with acne, and you were still ugly and still had bad
breathe. So now your stuck with the ciggerette smoking, and you use it to act tough.

Your not fooling me. This Saturday will be no surprise to anyone. My hand raised.
You on the floor like always, and you with another loss.

Badda Bing, Badda Boom...
Thats a wrap bitches.