This week: Lashing back at Ashley's recent WWE.com blog, "Little Miss Playboy" gets some more choice words from the Women's Champion.

The name of my blog is Internet Confessions of a True Diva, and you are right Ashley, I'm the biggest Diva you will ever meet, and the most dominant Diva the wrestling world will ever know.

As you may have guessed, I'm going to respond to your blog, which seemed to be a pathetic attempt to put me in my place, kind of like the moment you try to wrestle me. What another pathetic attempt that will be! Now you say my attitude has changed since I won the title, where have you been? Oh I forgot, you brag about yourself so often you don't notice the rest of the wrestling world. My attitude has been the same since I've been with WWE, just like your wrestling skills.

You are telling me that I'm not Trish or Lita, not a seven-time Women's Champion, well, neither are you. I never claimed to be, nor do I want to be, either of them. Maybe YOU do. You sure look like a cross between Lita and Trish. You're blonde and you dress like Lita. Well baby girl, I am a new Diva that WWE has never seen before.

It's funny how you called my blogs ridiculous and juvenile rants. If you are such a great person, why did you do the exact same thing? Why stoop down to my level if you are so above it? You said you, "couldn't give two s**** about me."  Then why did you write that blog?

You wrote about how down to earth you are, well, you don't need to convince me, Ashley. You and everyone else knows I don't care. Wait, are you trying to convince the fans, or maybe yourself, that you are?

I called you out? What? Look who has the ego. Doing Playboy didn't just grow you a set of balls to come after my Women's Championship, but it's making you think that you are someone of importance. Anyone with TiVo will tell you that I never said I was jealous of you doing Playboy. I've been offered to do it, and it's not my deal. The problem I have, is that you came to my show and you threw your little Playboy princess parties! So I guess you can say it's the attention. I won the Women's Championship! I'm sorry if that means something to me! I'm sorry if I believe that it deserves more attention than you.

You are so proud to be on Playboy. Good for you. Again, not my thing.

There's a reason why I don't do it. Guys go up to Nitro and tell him he's a lucky bastard. They will always wonder, and imagine how I'd look naked. As for you, they may tell your man he is lucky (ha ha ha…as if!), but they will also say, "Hey! I, along with the rest of world, have seen your girl naked! I see what you see every night, and every single day too!"

For me, my body is sacred; my man's gift for being with me, along with what I can do. Go ahead, talk down about my ring entrance, honey. Nitro has no complaints.

Oh my God! You are trying to get me on the body paint photos? I've been into body paint for years — before you did Playboy. Don't give yourself that much credit. It seems like someone is trying to take every little thing I say or do and make it all about them. Do you really think you are that special? It seems like "Little Miss Playboy" stays awake at night angry about every little thing I do.

I admit, you are on my nerves, and I am thinking of you often since you put down that challenge for my title. I think of how you will soon regret it, and how I'm going to give you the beating of your life. I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I CANNOT wait for the moment I am able to get you back for every time you laid your hands on me. I'm going to teach you to think before you open your mouth. Unlike you, I CAN back it up.

You say it's not about Playboy, it's about the Championship. Well, "Little Miss Determination," why do you keep talking about Playboy more than the Championship? Me…. I'm ALL about the Championship.

Give me the fight of my life, Playboy cover girl! I want it. I'm begging for it! I don't think you realize that I live for the fight. Getting hit in the face and my hair pulled drives me. It will make me want to kick your @$$ that much more.

What I hear from you is all talk. Blah blah blah.. If you actually believe all that rambling you are saying, then come April Fool's Day in Detroit, the joke will be on you. At WrestleMania, I'm going to show you that there is a big difference between fine wine, and a cheap glass of generic soda.

The Most Dominant Diva,
~Melina~