Lindsay Troy Biography

Quotes

• We'll send an Edible Arrangement as a mea culpa for the whole 'Beat up Friar Tuck and his merry band of fuckwits' thing.
• I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you or your life-sized Lisa Frank-design rejects over the apparent goddamn nonsense of that disco ball you call a jacket.
• So the Dos Equis pitchman dumps you and now you're offering me a place in the LBC?
• Well, it's been a long-standing assumption that my ass is so hot, it sears corneas.
• Oooh... a former this and a former that. You go, Glen Coco.
• Don't worry, young HOSShole. I don't expect you to give up the belts that easy. The challenge is half the fun of getting the reward.
• I cast a real wide net when it comes to me and mine. It's not about blood, and it's not about lineage. I look out for who I look out for, I run with who I run with, and *I keep an eye on them all.* And those who wanna pull some fuck shit don't tend to make it far without somethin' comin' back to 'em three-fold.
• You three are on the fast track to becoming some very bad statistics, 'cause I don't play these playground, jungle gym games. Neither does Tyler. And neither does Wade.
• You want to stand on my road and be a roadblock? Throw some tacks on the pavement? Grab your goons and put fists to flesh? Wish granted. You, and everyone else, will learn the hard way that you don't come for me unless I send for you.
• Once I get goin’ there’s no power in the ‘Verse that can stop me.
• Isn’t it a riot that a person who has no talent to speak of and who consistently failed at leveraging it to any success between the ropes believes she has the ability to see it in others? Because I find that knee-slappingly funny.
• Far as I’m concerned, everyone here is playing for second place.
• If you believe I’m annoying now, B, just wait until Maximum DEFIANCE. I warned you all at Aftershock to be careful what you wished for. You don’t want me to get on a roll. You don’t want me to run the damn table. Not when I’ve got one big tourney win under my belt this year and I’m just *dying* to go two-for-two. My momentum isn’t easily stopped. And if I ever have to play from behind? *Even better.*
• Match. Tourney. Title.
• Your super adorable streak aside, Scut Farkus, we could trot Jeff Triplette out here with a knowledge baseline of 'Rasslin Rules for Dummies' and it still wouldn't stop me from taking the FIST from your Funyun-dusted fingers.
• Gosh, can you imagine what might’ve happened if Benny Doyle had more weight to throw around and could've prevented shenanigans? [sing-songy] *Someone wouldn’t be cha-aaaamp…*