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Beginning today, I am taking a leave of absence from the day-to-day operation of Bifrost. Effective immediately, Elias Vane, President of Strategic Acquisitions, will step in as Interim CEO to lead in my absence. - Yelena Gorgo

@SoLetItBeDone Morning.

mornin.

Fine. I'll talk about it. @impossiblebetsy you proved something to me. You earned the victory the hard way and made me look like I've never stepped foot on a mat. I haven't been this angry with myself since the 2016 games. Know what I did after that? I had my diseased uterus cut out. I said I'd never again let something broken inside me cost me everything ever again. And yet it happened. Again. Only there's nothing physical I can cut out. No rotten piece of flesh or muscle I can blame for why I accepted the outcome. Why I just laid there. Why... why... why... why nothin. shut the fuck up you fucking weak bitch. that's what needs cut out. the weakness. fucking let her reem me like a melon. made me look like a fucking white belt on her period afraid the tampon might slip out. course i don't gotta worry about that anymores. had that taken care of. snip snip. now i'm gonna take care of me. now i'm gonna rip that weakness out. with a hook. shoved behind my fucking eye. twisted around until every bit and piece of goo comes dragging out with it. i never should have let this obsession with fittin in make me so weak. so pathetic. so i tells me what. i can go cry about losing to betsy but she beat me. fair and fucking square. so tell her congratulations or i'll take a fuckin wrecking ball to that walled garden i hide behind so the straights don't get freaked out when i enter a room, like a bunch of pussy ass prairie dogs screamin about a wolf. DO IT. ...................... Congratulations, Betsy. You were the better wrestler. That night.

@AddyisaBaddieYo Standard practices for this decade is to demand a recount after unforeseen setbacks.

@SoLetItBeDone What demands a recount?

I DEMAND A RECOUNT.

What you meant to say was "Yelena Gorgo faces off against the dive bar cover version of Crimson Kline."

I'm… displeased. But @TheLunarFlame took this photo and I don't hate it. On to the next stop.

Live from L.A., @UGWC presents… Ignition! - @impossiblebetsy Vs @soletitbedone - @ugwclordofpain vs @TactilizingOne - @DehumaniZane defends the Chaos Title vs #ChristianPatrick - @TUKxENIGMA challenges @TheSEBEmpire for the World Title And more! giwtwisted.proboards.com/thread/13858/i…

one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. is this what it’s like to be you? put all this effort into winning these fucking matches. do it the right way. put all the cards on the table. what do i get? three out of four duds. sure. i can make excuses. like you do. like you did after the last prestige show. couldn’t control that temper, could ya? grab a fucking chair and hit a bitch in the face right in front of the referee and then act fucking surprised when your ass loses the match. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. “this is fucking bullshit!” — beatrice blythe. nah. it’s you being a dunce. that’s you having never learned to focus your rage. you tossed that referee to the mat like a child playing wrestler with a stuffed animal. is that what you call success? every day i see you bitching and moaning at jpd. you’re predictable. all anyone has to do is get under your thin skin and you go spinning like the tazmanian devil. you wabba-blabba-snort-honk-snarl your way into self destruction. over and over. you threaten to leave 1WM all because jace might get some authority over you. is that all it takes? i folded you like napkin ten minutes into a conversation and i wasn’t even trying to get in your head. or maybe that’s all it took. me being honest. a little truth and you went running after the booze. what do you think i’m gonna do in the ring when you don’t got some waitress to give a wink to? you ain’t getting four fingers of whiskey. you’re getting ten fingers locked around your neck, strangling the life out of you while i HAH AHAH AHGA AHA AHAHAHAHAH all the way home with the black garnett. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. you wanted this. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. but don’t blame yourself. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. you got a parasite latched onto you. draining you. tigress. you’re loyal to them because they took a shine on a punk kid from australia but it wasn’t out of kindness. they saw a woman they could use. they saw muscle that could take the beating while they sit around cackling about pussycat dolls and power ranger and fucking. how many times has one of em tried to get you in the sack? probably lost count at this point. 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯’ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰… 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯. you hang with a bunch of fucking useless lumps of tits whose idea of being “professional wrestlers” is doing fifteen minutes in the lights and then doing three hours of heavy petting the shower. they aren’t professional fighters. They’re professional lesbians who like to exercise first because sweat reduces friction. that’s the lot you signed up for. that’s the baggage you carry. the worst part of it, they turned you into them. a hypocrite. you got infected by thais’ parasocial relationship with the world. that’s a fancy way of saying you’re okay with shit so long as it benefits you but if someone else does the exact same thing, oh the humanity. you fucking boo hoo’d over miranda’s arm then admitted you had no fuckin problem taking to helena’s knee like she’s nancy kerrigan and you’re some fat security guard doing it for the pussy. i wish i did break miranda’s arm. i wish i tore the fucking thing from the socket and beat her to senseless with it. then you would have had to eat the realization knowing you would have done the same fuckin thing to if it meant winning—so long as it was someone you didn’t like. because you’re weak like that. because you only took exception because you like miranda. my sister called us ruthless. nah. you ain’t ruthless. not yet. but i’m gonna make you ruthless. when the match is over, when the black garnett belt is mine, you’ll have a fucking epiphany, like moses on the mountain. i am the you you're afraid to be. i am the you you can't be… yet. you’re so weak you had to pick the most outrageous match i’ve personally ever seen conceived because you are too frightened to walk into a real match against me. hey, i heard your first choice was a buried alive match but lucia said no because she don’t like dirt. what, did you expect me to just lay in a hole in a fake cemetery while you shovel six feet of dirt on me? did you really think that one through? no, you didn’t. because you don’t think. you just do. and typically i appreciate that sorta unstoppable forward momentum, but you’re always pointed in the wrong direction. you’re desperate. and desperation does trick things to people. sometimes it pushes you to go that extra step, to reach a little higher, to fight harder than you otherwise would. other times, it makes you stupid and reactive, a dumb cunt who makes stupid fucking mistakes. pressure does two things to people. it either hardens you into a diamond, or crushes you into graphite. all you ever do is c r u m b l e. and we both know you have never felt pressure like this before. it's got your brain all twisted around. when you attacked me while scout was spilling my family business to world, it wasn't about getting me back. it was to BEING ME. you couldn’t even come up with your own shtick. you had to copy what i did to you. not out of some eye for an eye vendetta, but because that’s all you could think to do. deep down you want to be me more than you want to beat me. but that ain’t the worst part. the worst part is that you’re afraid. you’re scared fucking shitless. and that when we were just sitting in a bar having a drink and tossing axes. what do you think it’ll be like when we’re in the ring? when you got no where else to go. when there’s no liquor to soften up that bite of fear chewing at you? when there is no will present to sing HUNGRY EYES out of tune. when thais is eating their nails trying to decide whether to watch their ‘friend’ lose, or shove their face into our business. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three. i’ve had a rough go of it lately. a few bumps in the road. not typical for your ol’ pal yelena. if i were you, i’d find for someone to blame for my misfortunes rather than staring at the cause in the mirror. i’d be considering severing contracts because i got smacked in the head by a girl ripping off that cunt from scott pilgrim. i am doing you a favor, b. you may hate my fucking guts after this, but a year from now, ten years from now, you’re gonna look back on this moment and know, in your gut, losing to me was the best thing to happen to you. you will look back and see that i created the best version of you. i’ll free you of those parasites. i’ll teach you that all the anger in the world is useless if you can’t focus it on a target not named biatrice. i pinky promise, this isn't punishment and i don't do this out of hate. i love you, kiddo. and what’s done out of love is beyond good and evil. to quote the man, this is me at my most merciful. i want your belt. i told you the black garnett belongs to the black rainbow. but i also want you. and i want to make you better. but to do that, i have to destroy you first. break you down to spare parts. then i can put you back together, reconfigure you into the monster i know you can be. then you’re going to ride the lightning. electrocuted until the entire arena stinks of burnt hair and salt. and then when you rise, i’ll scream… | SHE’S ALIVE! | SHE’S ALIVE! | SHE’S ALIVE! them you’ll see. every word i've spoken has been the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. i’ll kiss your forehead, carry you to the ambulance myself, load you on the stretcher. then i’ll ride to the hospital and sit with you until you’re awake. when your eyes open, i’ll be there like the golden girls theme, with the biggest bouquet of flowers in one arm, and a fifth of jack in the other. then it will be decision time. can you accept falling to a friend? or insist on getting destroyed by an enemy? i am your problem. i am your solution. when i speak THEY LISTEN. when i fight YOU FALL. …and then i will help you stand up. so let it be written. so let it be done. @wa_wargoddess @EterniaProWres

@wa_wargoddess @RyderInVelvet Will's alright but this Ryder is more my style.

@SoLetItBeDone @RyderInVelvet Occupational hazard 😋

@RyderInVelvet, you're the one 😘 #MCE

@RyderInVelvet @wa_wargoddess

@wa_wargoddess Well I'm flattered but...

@impossiblebetsy // when you gotta start your statement with "I don't hate fans or children" you're probably doing something wrong.

// I think the Chappell Roan thing bothers me because I was treated in a similar style by Stephen Amell just for saying good morning as HE walked past ME during a convention. He glared at, then ignored me, which is fine. But then he was a dick at his table too, and I was over it.

Lira and I outside the family mausoleum in Metairie Cemetery. Magnus Gram (Grandfather) Lisbet Kirk Christiansen Gram (Grandmother) Madelene Kirstine Gram (Aunt) Niels Ole Gram (Daddy-S) Nathan Jackson Grey (Brother)

Lira and I are hitting the road! I am going on a national tour to educate people about how X and Facebook's algorithms use psychological manipulation to influence what you like and dislike. First stop: New Orleans! Rainbow Express parked outside my father's house!

before the money. before the lights. before the expectations. there was only the best version of me. the one who didn't want couture and mercedes. the one who liked having blood and dirt under her nails. i ain't the consumer. you are. i'm the consumption.

clock in or break out.

// Impossible Traveler Inc Present: "Reality Check" @UGWC Ignition 3-23-36 vs. @SoLetItBeDone Ft. @TheSEBEmpire With Excellence back up and running, the couple takes their first trip together... Naturally, mayhem follows, with some heavy consequences. giwtwisted.proboards.com/thread/13851/r…

This lovely piece of work competed in a charity bodybuilding competition tonight in San Francisco to raise money for the Georgia Stark Children's House. Over two million was raised and I have pledged @BifrostCap in matching the final total.

CHAPTER 8 "EAT THE PILL" vs @impossiblebetsy for @ugwc Haunted by the inescapable trap of hyperthymesia, Yelena Gorgo is a woman whose past is always present. Burdened by her father’s violent legacy and a lethal hit list, she signs a new wrestling contract with UGWC. But Yelena isn’t looking for mere championship gold. Driven by a monstrous alter-ego, she prepares to turn the ring into her personal hunting ground. thespiraleffect.net/chapter/eat-th…