The Mind Of Armstrong

"I have to admit... I didn't think I'd enjoy this so much."

"It started as just a hobby, somethin' I did because daddy made it look fun."

"But gradually, it became all I know."

"Stepping into the ring with her... Seeing her so ready for me..."

"But she can't handle me in the ring. I got years of experience, natural talent... She never came close to winnin'."

"The audience cheers as I grab hold of that sweaty skin, craddlin' her hurtin' body in my arms..."

"And slammin' her against the mat... I do it over and over..."

"She's all tuckered out... So I grab'er again, and I squeeze her this time."

"Sometimes I just get lost in her moans, in her cries. I'm doing this to her. I'm the one on top."

"And all she can do is beg. Beg for the match to end, beg for the pain to subside."

"But it'll end when I say so. She stepped into my ring. She stepped into my world."

"And she'll leave it when I'm done with her."

"Briefly I'd pause... I'd ask myself, 'Who is she?', but the question lost purpose fast as it'd come."

"Why? 'Cause it didn't matter. It never has, and it never will."

"I don't know her name. I don't even know what her face looks like. Thinking back, I never took the time to remember it."

"All I see is her body, the pain I could inflict on it... All I want from her is some time spent in that square... Her pants, her wheezes, her gasps..."

"Every time I win, I make sure to remind her. I'm Tina Armstrong. I'm number one in the ring. And don't you forget it."