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When people talked about Diana Taurasi and Victoria O’Hara, no one had anything nice to say.
Diana was the mighty golden vet of the WNBA, powerful like no one else. Everybody respected her for who she was and the things she did. She could punch, throw, scream, and cuss because she knew nobody was able to defy her, she knew she was untouchable.
You could say Victoria was also the star of the show. First pick in her draft, multiple records broken in her rookie season, and over her head hung the shiny title of Rookie of the Year. She was fresh meat, new blood, basically the WNBA’s newest golden girl.
Everybody could see they were two sides of the same coin, a very golden, shiny, and pricey coin.
If this industry didn’t thrive on drama they could’ve been friends, maybe even more!
But when people talked about Diana Taurasi and Victoria O’Hara, no one had anything nice to say.
"From Trash Talk to Shoving: Taurasi and O’Hara's Bitter Rivalry Continues to Escalate"
"No Love Lost: Taurasi and O’Hara’s Heated Rivalry Turns Physical Once Again"
"Taurasi vs. O’Hara: WNBA’s Bad Blood Rivalry Is the Talk of the Season"
And trust me, there’s more. There’s always more. But the worst part? They never lied. That was purely the truth... wasn’t it?
I don’t know, but I think if you ask Diana and Victoria about it, I think they would like it a lot more if you put it this way:
"Is It Really Trash Talk If They’re Just Flirting Aggressively?"