I'm pretty. But that's hardly news. Also not new to the world is the revelation that I like pretty things. Shiny things. Pretty, shiny things.
What has been a revelation this year, is the teaming of a new and unstoppable Force. A Royal Dynasty has been created for the first time in New Zealand wrestling. I'm sure the geniuses in Kiwi Pro Wrestling Management were hoping that having two such powerful players in the same team would result in an implosion to ruin us both. But rather than compete with each other, from the moment King Wilbur and I were thrust together we have proved to be an all encompassing wrecking machine for those who dare oppose us.
This leads me back to thinking about the pretty shiny things. It just seems wrong that the prettiest and shiniest prizes in all of New Zealand wrestling are currently held by some who are less than Royalty. A self absorbed member of the hoi polloi and two grubby boys from Wfhanganui. Please. No one wants to see these misfits parading New Zealands most coveted titles. It's time KPW Management made the right decision for once. Give us our right to wear the gold. It's what everyone want to see, and it's the proper thing to do.
This is Queen Hollie reminding you: I don't need to be nice, I'm pretty.