Rafa

Currently paying Broadway set designers seven figures to build a perfect replica of @ImAGemJuliana's childhood home just so I can set it on fire.

Mother gave me a name. Father made me a monster. Loved by both. Hated by most. I see the chatter. The internet has spoken. Forehead split. Emilia's jaw broken. We deserved it. Now some fAnS want me to apologize. Apologize. For all the nasty tricks we pulled and fires we started? I could do that. But it'd be a lie. Funny thing. I'm the same person I always was, more or less. I'm no different from my father. They came after him, too. Petitions. Journalists tippy-typin' their rants after ever show. You call me an atrocity. AN ATROCITY. HA. HA. HA. The internet police. The other wrestlers in the industry. Always bitchin' and moanin' behind the scenes. Always condemning me on this platform. Ya know what it does? It makes my knees clench. Dear Fool of Mexico and Izzi Whines, Lemme explain to you who I am. I ain't the sister who'll tar and feather ya. I'm the sister who sprays you in the face with battery acid. You think I can't kill your careers? I kill entire companies over brunch. When Izzi hit me with them brass knucks, yeah, I got angry. Hearing Sunday church bells bangin' in my fucking head tends to do that. But you know what else happened? I laughed. LAUGHED. Ya know why? Because I'm the Woman Who Laughs. The Fed Killer. Public enemy number one. Persona non-grata. The antithesis of everything Jewels and Izzi rerepsent. They fight their demons. I embrace mine. I'm gonna kill Jewel's career in Eternia. I might do more than that. Don't like it? You got the power to stop me. Yeah. You reading this right now. Stop buying Eternia merch. Stop buying the shows. Stop watching. Sign petitions. Demand my firing. DEMAND MY FUCKING ARREST WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. You can save so much s u f f e r i n g You can punish me for my many crimes. For all the awful things I've done in my life you'll never know about. Be a good person. Or sit back and watch with a fuckin' grin as I become something much worse than just a Woman Who Laughs. Because maybe you ain't good people after all. Maybe the thought of me curb stompin' that bitch's face into the steel steps on live television in LIVING FUCKING COLOR makes you all tingly in the no-no place. Guess we'll find out which side you land on. Good. Bad. Or maybe, just maybe, you're all tired of playing the game. Maybe deep down, you're more like ME than you think. Well, friends in madness, if that's the case, then look on the brightside. You could be Juliana Rodriguez. Kneeling over a camera. Uploading pixelated shots of her pu$$y. @ImAGemJuliana, I'm gonna peel off every hopey hope and wishy wish you got for your ring career. I'm gonna boot your scrawny ass down the ladder so hard, you'll spend the next six months crawlin' out of the crater just to reach the bottom rung. And during all that time, every time you look in a mirror, you're gonna see me, laughing back at you. But I'm not gonna break your arm or even so much as tear a ligament. I'm not gonna scar you up, neither. Because I'm gonna leave you your body. Just the way it is. So that when this fucking fantasy of being the best wrestler in the world comes crashing into The Nightmare, you're gonna need a career to fall back on. Don't worry. You'll find your way back to relevance. One subscriber at a time. Yelena Gorgo is sittin' this one out. I am my father's daughter. I am Spiral. So let it be written. So let it be done.

Mother gave me a name. Father made me a monster. Loved by both. Hated by most. I see the chatter. The internet has spoken. Forehead split. Emilia's jaw broken. We deserved it. Now some fAnS want me to apologize. Apologize. For all the nasty tricks we pulled and fires we started? I could do that. But it'd be a lie. Funny thing. I'm the same person I always was, more or less. I'm no different from my father. They came after him, too. Petitions. Journalists tippy-typin' their rants after ever show. You call me an atrocity. AN ATROCITY. HA. HA. HA. The internet police. The other wrestlers in the industry. Always bitchin' and moanin' behind the scenes. Always condemning me on this platform. Ya know what it does? It makes my knees clench. Dear Fool of Mexico and Izzi Whines, Lemme explain to you who I am. I ain't the sister who'll tar and feather ya. I'm the sister who sprays you in the face with battery acid. You think I can't kill your careers? I kill entire companies over brunch. When Izzi hit me with them brass knucks, yeah, I got angry. Hearing Sunday church bells bangin' in my fucking head tends to do that. But you know what else happened? I laughed. LAUGHED. Ya know why? Because I'm the Woman Who Laughs. The Fed Killer. Public enemy number one. Persona non-grata. The antithesis of everything Jewels and Izzi rerepsent. They fight their demons. I embrace mine. I'm gonna kill Jewel's career in Eternia. I might do more than that. Don't like it? You got the power to stop me. Yeah. You reading this right now. Stop buying Eternia merch. Stop buying the shows. Stop watching. Sign petitions. Demand my firing. DEMAND MY FUCKING ARREST WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. You can save so much s u f f e r i n g You can punish me for my many crimes. For all the awful things I've done in my life you'll never know about. Be a good person. Or sit back and watch with a fuckin' grin as I become something much worse than just a Woman Who Laughs. Because maybe you ain't good people after all. Maybe the thought of me curb stompin' that bitch's face into the steel steps on live television in LIVING FUCKING COLOR makes you all tingly in the no-no place. Guess we'll find out which side you land on. Good. Bad. Or maybe, just maybe, you're all tired of playing the game. Maybe deep down, you're more like ME than you think. Well, friends in madness, if that's the case, then look on the brightside. You could be Juliana Rodriguez. Kneeling over a camera. Uploading pixelated shots of her pu$$y. @ImAGemJuliana, I'm gonna peel off every hopey hope and wishy wish you got for your ring career. I'm gonna boot your scrawny ass down the ladder so hard, you'll spend the next six months crawlin' out of the crater just to reach the bottom rung. And during all that time, every time you look in a mirror, you're gonna see me, laughing back at you. But I'm not gonna break your arm or even so much as tear a ligament. I'm not gonna scar you up, neither. Because I'm gonna leave you your body. Just the way it is. So that when this fucking fantasy of being the best wrestler in the world comes crashing into The Nightmare, you're gonna need a career to fall back on. Don't worry. You'll find your way back to relevance. One subscriber at a time. Yelena Gorgo is sittin' this one out. I am my father's daughter. I am Spiral. So let it be written. So let it be done.

It ends all square at Anfield between @LFC and @ChelseaFC ⚖️