(Vanessa): Ronnie McNeil... I’ve had my personal life dragged into the business before. Thane Givens once played on our previous relationship, using me to make a name for himself in his debut, Butch Parker not that long ago broke my leg and there have been numerous incidents in-between. I’ve been dumped on, and had my butt kicked a few times, those things to some degree come with the territory, but never….never has anyone violated my privacy like you chose to do at Havoc. You had no right going through my things. You had no right using my private life to your personal gain. What you did may not have been physical, but it was rape nonetheless. You violated me. You took something private and beautiful and turned it into a stepping stool for yourself.
Vanessa wipes her eyes with a light sniffle, then leans over looking down the jet to see if Hans and Heinrich are still talking before she continues.
(Vanessa): That moment at Havoc was special. I was being recognized to the women of Iran who struggle for equality. My match with ICE was an example of the things women can do. You took that moment and made it the complete opposite of what its message was supposed to be. You made it out to be the exact reason why women in Iran are treated as they are. When you get home, if you’re not already…I don’t know how Toya is going to be able to bare looking at you for what you’ve done. I don’t know how a woman can look at a man like you and not be disgusted by what you did to me. It’s perverted. It’s sexist. It’s shameful. It’s a slap in the face of every woman around the world, especially those trying to make it in this business. What if someone exposed your wife on world-wide television for everyone to see like you did to me, would you like it? Would you expect her to like it?
You’re a sad, pathetic, desperate man, clinging on to your stale career, and you’ll do anything you can think of to get back on top. You’ve surrounded yourself with a bunch of hoodlums who were just as poor World Champions as you were, using each other as crutches to make your way in this company. You don’t deserve anything. You’re lucky your name even gets on the marquee you sack of monkey terd. You think the world should revolve around you and you’re pissed off because you know it doesn’t. You just took one big dump on your legacy. No one is going to remember you winning Ring Master, no one is going to remember your famous matches with AC James or Buff Bridges. What people are going to remember is the one time you were World Champion and were so in over your head you couldn’t hold on to it, and how you spent the rest of your miserable career trying to prove you belong on top of the mountain, and could never get there. You’re the Jake Roberts of the HWA Ronnie McNeil. One day you’re delusions of greatness will end and you’ll be stuck with the reality that you can only get so far. You’ll be a miserable old man and not even nostalgia will get you an invite to a crappy little independent wrestling show in some ratty, old convention center.
One of the flight staff walk over to her. And she tries to look normal.
(Staff): Ms. Lang….we’re about to prepare dinner…would you like some wine with your Salmon this evening? We have a lovely Pinot Grigio.
(Vanessa): That would be nice, thank you.
Vanessa waits for the gentleman to leave before going back to her recording.
(Vanessa): I hate you for what you’ve done. I hate you for trying to use me to get to Hans and the World Title. I hate you for turning your back on the sportsmanship of this business. You’re no better than AC James was when he called you that deplorable “N-word.” You’re no better than Senester when he plots, plans and schemes his way into making others a wreck. In fact you’re worse…at least they’ve always been who they are. AC James has never once made excuses about being AC James, and Senester damn sure has never been anything other than who he is. You on the other hand have claimed to be one thing, and change course when it suits you. We all should have seen this coming when you jumped ship during the RWF invasion. It was just Ronnie McNeil looking out for Ronnie McNeil. Anything you can do to stay in the spotlight you’ll do. But congratulations…I guess you proved your point. Using me as a distraction almost cost Hans his title.
Vanessa’s face is streaming with tears that she keeps wiping away.
Hans has earned that championship. He fought his way with integrity to get it, and he carries it with dignity…better than most and many. I could never have forgiven myself if he had truly lost it because of me. I’m not Miss Elizabeth…and he’s not Randy Savage…I won’t allow myself to be a distraction to him in his matches, he deserves his time to shine without it being tarnished having to worry about “the influence of his woman.” I will not allow myself to be used as a road block in his career, not by you, not by anyone. If Buff Bridges can call it a day and walk away then maybe I can too, I’ve done everything I can do here. It’s no loss to me to….
Vanessa’s ear suddenly perk up and she sees Hans get up and moving about, and she decides to wrap this up quickly before he comes down looking for her.
(Vanessa): Let me tell you something mister…I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt for way too long, and what I say at ringside might not mean a damn thing to you, but I assure you it resonates with the right people…the fans. I’m not a vengeful woman, but one day I will make you regret what you did to me Ronnie McNeil.
She hits all the necessary buttons to send the video and she gets up walking back over to her original seat as the scene fades to black.
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