The Devil Made Me Do It
At first, I didn't really want to do it. I didn't wanted to be like Shane or Dad. I was the good McMahon, beside Mom. But, I couldn't stand being the sweet girl anymore. I wanted to the most evil McMahon ever.
I wanted a taste of power. I wanted to feel what it feels to be the most powerful person since God. I wanted to be the one to take over and control everyone. If I had to be a bitch to make noises in the WWF, I guess I have to the biggest one since Trish(like anyone can be a bigger bitch than that whore). When I turned on Daddy to be with Hunter, I like the taste of evil and wanted more.
I don't give a fuck about the fans calling those names. They don't know me. They don't know the real reason I did it. I knew what I was getting into when I turned on Daddy. All they know is Daddy's little girl is now Triple H's wife.
I be the first to admit, I don't love Triple H. I know he don't love me. He love Chyna and I'm cool with that. I was sick of Andrew anyway. He wasn't all that cute.
I don't care what The Rock, Mick or Chris say about me. They were angry that I had the power and they didn't. When Mom put an end to my power trip, I was mad at first but, I knew it was the best because she didn't want me to have the power get to my head too much like it did to Daddy and Shane. The only regret I ever had was I slapped Mom. I wasn't thinking.
When I felt my hand touching Mom's face to hurt her, my mind went blank. I didn't remembered how it happen until they replayed it so many times. I cried all night. When Hunter asked me was I was alright, I lied. I don't like to show my weakness to anyone, I'm a McMahon.
My friends asked me all the time. The same question. At first, I didn't answered the question because I didn't know the answer myself. Last week, my friend, Kelly asked the same question.
"Why you did it? I smiled at her.
"Because, the Devil made me do it."
At first, I didn't really want to do it. I didn't wanted to be like Shane or Dad. I was the good McMahon, beside Mom. But, I couldn't stand being the sweet girl anymore. I wanted to the most evil McMahon ever.
I wanted a taste of power. I wanted to feel what it feels to be the most powerful person since God. I wanted to be the one to take over and control everyone. If I had to be a bitch to make noises in the WWF, I guess I have to the biggest one since Trish(like anyone can be a bigger bitch than that whore). When I turned on Daddy to be with Hunter, I like the taste of evil and wanted more.
I don't give a fuck about the fans calling those names. They don't know me. They don't know the real reason I did it. I knew what I was getting into when I turned on Daddy. All they know is Daddy's little girl is now Triple H's wife.
I be the first to admit, I don't love Triple H. I know he don't love me. He love Chyna and I'm cool with that. I was sick of Andrew anyway. He wasn't all that cute.
I don't care what The Rock, Mick or Chris say about me. They were angry that I had the power and they didn't. When Mom put an end to my power trip, I was mad at first but, I knew it was the best because she didn't want me to have the power get to my head too much like it did to Daddy and Shane. The only regret I ever had was I slapped Mom. I wasn't thinking.
When I felt my hand touching Mom's face to hurt her, my mind went blank. I didn't remembered how it happen until they replayed it so many times. I cried all night. When Hunter asked me was I was alright, I lied. I don't like to show my weakness to anyone, I'm a McMahon.
My friends asked me all the time. The same question. At first, I didn't answered the question because I didn't know the answer myself. Last week, my friend, Kelly asked the same question.
"Why you did it? I smiled at her.
"Because, the Devil made me do it."