*Walks back on stage and takes the Mic from Lexibabe*
Well, well, well. Monica finally decided to grace us with her presence. What happened, sweetheart? Did the street corner get too quiet, or did Lexibabe’s search party have to drag you out of a whorehouse by your cheap extensions?
Anyway I’m glad you’re here bitch! As its much better to have these conversations woman to woman! Or in the case of me and you, Woman (ME) to SLUT!!!
Let’s get something straight, Monica: you’re not a fighter, you’re a fucking joke. Watching you in a catfight is like watching a fish try to climb a tree—pathetic, clueless, and completely out of place. You can’t slap properly, your hair-pulling is weaker than a toddler’s tantrum, and you have no instinct for a fight. You’re an embarrassment.
And as for your personality? Don’t get me started. You have the charisma of a fucking lampshade—dull, boring, and absolutely useless. Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall, except a brick wall would probably have more to say. You just stand there, looking blank and lifeless, like a mannequin someone dragged out of the clearance aisle. Even your name is boring. Monica. It sounds like a placeholder, and that’s all you are—a placeholder on this stage, filling a spot that should’ve gone to someone who actually matters.
As for me, you accuse me of being the number one drama queen? Well shockingly you’re correct. I do create drama, I do create action, I do create moments, I do create memories. And what do you create Monica? Well aside from a public health hazard, you don’t create much! Do you bitch? Honestly your mouth has had so much cum and fluids in it. At this point I’m surprised the UN hasn’t condemned it as being an biological weapon’s lab.
Now you speak about my fight record, fine…let’s talk about my record. I’ve competed against Claire Luna and yes, I lost. I’m competing currently against Erin Lee and it’s neck and neck! I’ve competed in and organised an event for Halloween where I faced some of this community’s best in a brawl. You see that is the difference between you and me, I relish and love a good catfight and I take on the best! You do not Monica!
You stand on this stage and proclaim the following:
“She’s a lost cause with a hard up bringing.
She grew up with nothing and to me she is nothing other than a piece of trash than I plan to sweep the floor with and throw her into a trash”
Yes, I grew up with nothing! I’ve fought my whole life and earned my success. You Monica have earned absolutely nothing! This is one of the big differences between you and me. Another big difference is I respect every single bitch I’ve ever faced, I respect every woman on this stage. I don’t have to like the bitches I catfight, but I always respect them…you respect no one, not even yourself! As your whorish tendencies can a testify too.
Finally let’s talk about Erin Lee, Erin is not my girlfriend…she is however the best fucking frenemy I’ve ever had! If you think Erin wants you, then make a pass at her - I fucking dare you! Because I know exactly what will happen - Erin will beat your skank ass into the ground.
Finally to the voters, if you want moments? Vote for me! If you want memories? Vote for me! If you want someone who will organise exciting events? Vote for me! But if you want a cookie cutter unremarkable blonde whore…by all means - Vote Monica!
*Mic Drop*