From Lost In The Dark by Ned Kaye:

“You tear into so many people with juvenile little tangents because that’s all you really have. You’ve denied yourself the opportunity to grow and kicked the can so far down the street that you can only hope to stumble into a championship reign from time to time. You did the number one thing most addicts do, you sacrificed later for now. And as much as I could mock you over it or look down on you, I can’t. Because there was a time when I did, too. It took time for me to find myself. I didn’t try to outsource my self-growth, I faced it head on and now I hold the most important piece of gold in professional wrestling. But this belt doesn’t mean anything in a vacuum. You held the Television Title, Dolly, but you weren’t a champion. Your reign was as short-lived as your attention span and it spiraled you into this downpour of failure. And now, again, you’re relying on fate. Content to watch the flow of time rather than stand defiant in the rapids, looking at Walmart branded Tarot cards and Quija boards. Cheap and plastic versions of culture for a woman who’s become a counterfeit version of herself. Dollar-store Waters, wasting away in the bargain bin as her value shrinks. You’re the insufferable opposite of “just happy to be here.” You’re miserable and you won’t fucking leave.”