I still got in that ring in my street clothes and I fought that man. I ate those chops. I got powerbombed through the announce table. I got Saito Suplexed. And I still found a way to hit a low blow and almost put that son of a bitch away with the Rough Ryder.
Almost.
Because if we're being completely honest, babe, you didn't beat Tiffy Time.
You beat me after Nia Jax and Lash Legend had already attacked me and crushed my ribs, and after I spent the entire night trying to save Chelsea from getting destroyed.
But whatever! Details, details.
Is this supposed to be a drag? I wear my battle scars proudly, baby! You wouldn’t know that since you get it easy — I mean, you do have two babysitters, but I digress!
Ex-cuh-use you, my hands are more expensive than any other cowgirl outfit you wear — hell, even any part of your body’s worth less than my hands, so shut your trap!!!!
First of all, get your disgusting hands off of me. Would I be in the wrong for hitting Toucan Sam in the face extremely hard? My lawyer told me I have every right since I’m defending myself from an unprovoked attack.
First of all, get your disgusting hands off of me. Would I be in the wrong for hitting Toucan Sam in the face extremely hard? My lawyer told me I have every right since I’m defending myself from an unprovoked attack.
You have all witnessed the moment; Pledge your allegiance to Fallon Henley, who just pinned your current Women’s champion while retaining our tag team champions.
Perhaps we are looking at Fallon 2 Belts on the horizon.
You have all witnessed the moment; Pledge your allegiance to Fallon Henley, who just pinned your current Women’s champion while retaining our tag team champions.
Perhaps we are looking at Fallon 2 Belts on the horizon.
And yes, I got thrown into ladders. Yes, I got tipped off ladders. Yes, I got powerbombed into a ladder. And guess what? I kept getting back up. Because apparently even a five-woman ladder match needs a little Tiffany Stratton resilience sprinkled into it.