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Supercard Archives / Re: KRYSTAL WOLFE v ERIKA MOORE
« on: April 10, 2024, 03:32:03 PM »
The sun was barely starting to rise. Her eyes felt droopy. Her body felt exhausted. She was more tired than she should have been. That was all due to a poor night of sleep for Erika. That poor night of sleep was brought on by anxiety.
Her mind wouldn’t allow her to peacefully sleep. She was in overthink mode. After all this was a very big week for her. This sunday was going to be the biggest night of her young career to date. As she would compete on her first super show.
Blaze of Glory was all anyone was talking about. It was all anything she could think about. She wanted to do well. She wanted to show she could hang. More importantly though she wanted to show that she earned that spot.
Even in her head she didn’t belong there. Others felt she did and therefore she couldn’t let them down. Simply put, there was a lot of pressure she was putting on herself. Even now as she was walking through the tiny door that put her on her flight.
That’s all she was thinking about. Something she was going to have to put to rest if she was going to get any sleep on this four hour flight. Erika approached her seat and put her carry-on bag up top. Before taking a seat closest to the window.
She was about to lean back when she felt someone flop down next to her. No big deal, it was someone that was on the same flight as her right? Her eyes shifted there for just a second. Only to see a young woman starting to get herself situated.
At that moment the two women happened to lock eyes with each other. It didn’t take long at all for the silence amongst them to be broken.
“Wait -- Are you, Erika? Erika Moore?”
“Yes ma’am. That would be me. Without the sake of being rude, but do I know you?”
“Oh no. Of course not.”
Briefly a chuckle came from the woman that sat next to her.
“My name is Molly. I work for the pro wrestling website and blog known as Diva Dirt.”
“Oh! Right, I think I’ve heard of that a time or two. Pleasure to meet you.”
Erika being the respectful young woman she was. She extended her hand in the direction of the woman. Molly of course reached out for a brief handshake amongst them.
“I can’t believe I am sitting next to you right now. This is like some weird dream. Haha.”
“I’m nothing special. Just another average lady. That’s all. No real reason to feel starstruck or anything.”
“Oh please. You’re just being modest right now. Do you realize how popular you are among myself and the rest of my co-workers at Diva Dirt?! We all think you’ve got so much potential!”
“That’s mighty kind of you Ms. Molly. I don’t know that I share the same sentiment right now.”
A small shrug of her shoulders.
“I think at the end of the day we are our own worst critic. I see all the things I need to work on. I see all the things that need to get better and improve drastically. So therefore I don’t see myself in the light some do.”
“Don’t know how much potential I do or do not have. All I know is I’m going to keep going out there each chance I get and try to be better than the last time I was out there. That’s all anyone can ask for. In the end, I hope it’s enough.”
“Self confidence is a thing, girlfriend. It’s something you need to work on.”
“I’ve heard that a time or two in my life.”
Erika found herself chuckling for a minute.
“But in all seriousness. We’re all such big fans and see all that potential. We got a little bet going on around the office.”
“A bet?”
“Mmmhm! We’re all betting on how long it’ll take before you're a champion in SCW. I’ve personally said you’ll be champion within three months. Whoever is right or closest to it wins a thousand dollars!”
“I hate to break it to you. Don’t think you’ll be winning that thousand. I don’t believe I am anywhere near ready to be competing for championships. I’m surprised they’re putting me on supercards as it is.”
“Uh, you can’t be serious right? I am understanding of lacking some self confidence or seeing where you need to improve. Yet, it’s so clear why you are on Blaze of Glory!”
“As long as you as a fan get it and enjoy it. Doesn’t really matter if I understand it at the end of the day.”
Once again a soft little shrug of her shoulders came over Erika. She was thrilled that she had fans, but her expression really backed up her words. She didn’t understand it all.
“This isn’t a knock at the company. This isn’t a knock at the roster. This isn't even a shot at one person in particular. But I only speak for myself and some of my co-workers. We’ve kind of felt like the Bombshell division...”
“Has been a little stagnant for a while. No true fresh new faces. No one that’s doing anything that’s different to stand apart. No one's really trying to make all eyes gravitate to that division. Again it’s no, shot anyone or anything.”
“We’ve just been waiting for something new and something fresh. We think you bring that. We all see you going far. Since we've become such big fans. We really hope that's the case!”
“Again all I can really say to that is thank you. Thank you for becoming a fan. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for wanting to see me do great things on a big stage. But, I take it all one day at a time.That’s the only thing I can control.”
“I get that. Cause I’d like to think that if you had more control over things. The last thing you would’ve done is willingly choose to take on Krystal Wolfe at Blaze of Glory.”
“Ooh, this would make a headline. But you’re right. That wouldn’t be my first choice.”
Based on the expression given by Erika at that moment. The woman sitting across from her certainly had no reason to believe she wasn’t telling the truth.
“I don’t blame you. I personally do not see how facing Krystal is giving you a chance to get better or prove that you got a chance to be something special in SCW. It feels more like they’re slapping handcuffs on you.”
“I don’t know if I would say it’s a situation where they’re slapping handcuffs on me. One thing you’ll never see me do is question the two men that run that company. After all, they're giving me an opportunity of a lifetime. It’d be disrespectful to do that.”
“I also imagine that being in their shoes is very tough. Very challenging. Constantly having them on their heels. Putting on the best wrestling you can week in and week out. They picked what they thought was the best match, Can’t fault them.”
“But for me, I’d much rather face someone that’s going to be respectful. Someone that’s going to try to achieve the same goal as me. I’m not getting that with her. It’s something much-much different. But I’ll deal with it come Sunday.”
“That’s all you really can do. Like I said though, it’s just a bad position for you to be in. Facing Krystal doesn’t do anything for you. It doesn’t do anything at all. If you lose, it hurts more than anything. But if you win, you’re just one of the many that have beaten her.”
Erika sat there listening to the fan. A little head nod coming from her. It made sense to her, but decisions were made. That’s all there was to it.
“You would’ve benefitted more by getting in the ring with someone like Tempest, Bella Madison, or even Alexandra Calaway. Guess that’s just the fantasy booker in me as a fan.”
“Trust me darlin’. I get it. When I was a little girl and before I got into the business. I used to fantasy book all the time. Come up with what I thought made sense. It’s fun, but at times it isn’t realistic. All I can do is deal with what I have in front of me.”
“Make the most of it. Hope for the best and hope that it’s what keeps you fans engaged.”
“I’m sure that you’ll find a way to make it all work. You’ve managed to keep our interest in such a small amount of time as it is.”
“All I want to do is be someone that fans look forward to seeing. Be someone that little girls can look up to. Create a legacy for myself that stands the test of time. As long as I do that. I’ll be happy!”
She smiled a little brighter.
“I look forward to it. After all, I bought tickets to the event for a reason.”
“I highly doubt you’ll be disappointed. No matter how things go for me. It’ll be a great night for wrestling.”
“Fantastic! I’m going to run to the ladies room before this flight takes off!”
Molly found herself standing up from her seat and started to journey to the back of the plane. Erika found herself starting to settle in her seat a little more.
This wasn’t a conversation she thought she;d be having. However as time went on and as she got her feet deeper into the muck of the business. She was learning more and more.
The bond she was already developing with fans at such a young point in her career. It was something special. It was also motivating. Erika didn’t want to let herself down, but more than anything.
She didn’t want to let people down that were rooted for her. Now more than ever losing was no longer an option for the young woman.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The loud knock on the hotel door could be heard. Erika peered up from her cell phone and looked at the direction of the door. Tossing her phone down on the bed she slowly raised from it and headed for the door.
Taking the time to unlock the top lock and then the bottom before pulling it open. Erika found herself coming face to face with a familiar face. Her lips instantly curled into a bright smile. Speakly so excitedly.
“About time you got here, babes!”
“I was in a different country when you called me. Of course, it was going to take time.”
“Oh, well excuse me, Jamie! For thinking you know since we’ve been best friends since we were six. That you’d know what was going on in my life. And that you’d already been on your way here.”
“Ew. Still as dramatic as ever I see?!”
Both women found themselves laughing amongst themselves. Erika moving out of the doorway of her hotel room. Allowing her friend Jamie to follow along in the room. Closing it behind her.
“What is so important that I had to fly back from Germany? And I had to meet you in Arizona of all places? What’s up with that?”
“Wow! So, you really don’t know?!”
“I’m a busy woman, Erika!”
“I’m just a wee bit offended.”
Her southern accent was really coming through. As she held up her fingers showcasing just how “offended” she was with the wee part.
“Anywho. Since you’re such a bad best friend and all. I figured you’d want to be out here to support me. It’s my first supercard!”
“Supercard?”
“Yes, it’s a pay per view thing for wrestling.”
“You still like that nonsense. I thought you grew out of that when you were like seventeen!”
“Do you realize how much of a case you’re making for me not to have you as my best friend anymore? Good lord, I didn’t know you were this out of touch.”
Jamie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes a little. Not buying the story being presented to her.
“Well, I’ve got this match. It’s not the biggest match in the world. Not like it’s against a prominent woman or for a championship. But it’s a match. The whole thing is this is my first supercard. I want it to mean a lot to me and the small percentage of fans I have.”
“It just so happens though. The person I’m facing is -- well for the lack of a better word. She’s kind of a b word.”
“For crying out loud Erika. Just say she’s a bitch. You’re an adult now.”
“You know me. I try to be respectful even when people don’t deserve it.”
“Something I never understood, but go off I guess.”
It was very clear the two women had very different personalities. After all the mindset was opposites attract. Might be why their friendship worked out. By then Erika was starting to wall over to where one of her bags sat.
“It doesn’t really matter what she is or isn’t in terms of attitude. I was thinking the other day what could I do to make this little feud a little more interesting. What could I do to poke the bear. What could I do to make fun of her a little bit.”
“And then the idea hit me after watching some of her footage within the last year. She thought she was a demon or something not that long ago. So, my idea was. Why not truly summon the dark side and show her how ridiculous it all is.”
Unzipping her bag. She reached inside of it and began to pull out what looked like a cardboard box. It wasn’t until she had pulled it all the way out and turned to face Jamie. The lettering on the box read ;Ouija Board’ across it.
“Uh... what are you doing with that?”
“Like I said it’s time to summon the darkside and show this little girl it’s so silly. Poking a little fun at her. Maybe then she’ll learn to keep her mouth shut.”
“That’s not something you should mess with and you know it.”
“Are you still that freaked out about one of these? We were sixteen, Jamie. Our brains were super impressionable. Nothing that happened that day was real.”
The facial expression Jamie gave in that moment. It read nothing but skepticalness.
“It wasn’t real Erika?”
“No, it wasn’t real.”
“How did you explain the only light in the graveyard going out that night?”
“That graveyard was old as heck. We don’t know who was maintaining the upkeep on that place. The lightbulb just burned out!”
“Okay since you have an answer for everything. How do you explain my car doors being locked when we were out there? I left the keys in the car. I would have never locked it.”
“You had to have done it by accident. Those things happen!”
“And when the doors unlocked by themselves?!”
“There’s an explanation for that Jamie.”
“What? What’s the explanation?!”
Her arms remained crossed. Her eyes were narrowed. She really wanted it to be explained to her. Clearly this was some kind of childhood trauma for her based on reaction. Erika simply shook her head.
“It’s in the past. It’s all nonsense. It’ll be fine now.”
“Absolutely not. I am not engaging in this with you. There’s no point.”
“There’s a point. It’ll be a fun little something for me to film to mock Krystal. Come on. Don’t be like her and just be completely delusional.”
“Like I said if you’re going to mess with that thing. I’m out. I am not sticking around. I’m not doing anything for the sale of some little game you want to play right now. In some wrestling stuff I don’t understand.”
“Ugh!”
There was a slight eye roll coming from Erika. She took the ouija board and just tossed it back down on top of her bag.
“I got to deal with an opponent that likes to run her mouth. All of which has never any based facts in any of her statements. And she thinks or did think she’s possessed. That’s not fun. Now my best friend wants to be lame and not have fun.”
“Excuse me for not wanting to invite the unknown into my life with some witchcraft.”
“Witchcraft? You’re overexaggerating!”
“I’ll be the one that's overexaggerating. Go ahead and open the flood gates to that world when I leave. Tell me how it turns out for you.”
“From now on out. I’m going to consider you Krystal Wolfe lame.”
“Cool, I guess. I don’t know who that is or what the hell that means, but cool.”
“Trust me. You’re not the only one that doesn’t know who she is. You’re better off not caring to find out.”
A grin crossed her lips once again.
“If you’re going to be lame. The last you can do is buy me lunch. I’m starving.”
“I’m really starting to regret flying out here.”
“You love me and you know it.”
Erika had picked up her purse off the bedside table next to the hotel bed. Snatching her phone up from where she had placed it down. Before starting to head out the door with her best friend behind her.
This week was a chance for Erika to showcase her skills on one of the bigger stages that Sin City Wrestling had to offer. It was also her chance to come out of her shell and show some real personality.
Being against Krystal, it was about as perfect as it could be when it came to showcasing personality. She was very much like watching paint dry. Boring and as stale as it can get. This was something Erika had to take advantage of.
Each day was starting to count down to the big event that was known as Blaze of Glory. Pro wrestling fans from all over the world were flying in for the event. There was a chance that history could be seen live before their eyes.
And when the fans loved wrestling that much. They were going to do anything and everything to be a part of that. This very moment the cameras found themselves rolling in. The setting was inside of a library. Books upon books all around.
With the camera shot shifted to the left. There was a clear shot of the bombshell that is Erika Moore. She sat there with these little librarian glasses and she sat comfortably in a chair. Holding a webster’s dictionary in her hands.
“Relevant.”
Her eyes were focused downward. Reading from the book.
“According to the dictionary. The definition of relevant is to have significance and demonstrable to the matter at hand.”
Ms. Moore very quickly closed the dictionary up. A smile crossed her lips as she began to raise from the chair she was sitting in. Her eyes shifted to the red dot to the recording cameras. Beginning to address those before him.
“If I’m not mistaken I’ve heard you call me irrelevant on a couple different occasions now Krystal. Clearly the opposite of the definition I gave you, but also clearly you didn’t graduate high school with a basic understanding of words.”
“You can’t throw around such a word or claim when everything else says otherwise. I’d like to think I’m pretty dang relevant. I think I’m significant to the situation at hand. After all, being the new girl on the block. I got eyes on me.”
“I got people talking about me. I got people excited about me. I got people wondering what I’m going to do next. Heck, I even got one of the bosses themselves that went out of their way to contact me and hammer out a deal.”
“I’d like to think that says more than it needs to Krystal.”
In that moment that little grin on her lips. It appeared almost cheeky. Little on the arrogant side. A different characteristic for Ms. Moore. But it didn’t last long.
“Maybe that’s why you just talkin’ out your behind buttercup. You’re jealous. Little ol’ me walked in and got attention. Meanwhile you are the one that’s actually been irrelevant. You’re the one that isn’t significant. You’re the one that holds no value.”
“And I know it’s maybe a little crazy for me. A little out of pocket for me to say. Because based on how you carry yourself. One would have to think you’re the single most important woman walking on the roster. That’s the ego talking though.”
“You know its your ego talking. To which if I were to be unbiased and speak from the heart. Sometimes having an ego is a good thing. Sometimes having self confidence is a great thing. After all how are you going to get the fans.”
“To believe in you, if you don’t believe in yourself. I totally get that mindset. However when you start saying things like ‘I don’t know where the bosses get girls like this’ and fail to realize it’s because someone like you...”
“Who has been here three or four years doesn't bring eyes to product because your talent is limited. That’s when that ego has gone too far.”
By this time Ms. Moore had begun to walk down some of the aisle of books. Each time she walked down one the cameras were right there to capture everything. It just so happened as she walked down next. Had a big sign that read:
FICTION
Right above one of the aisleway. Ms. Moore found herself taking a gander at the books. Allowing the anticipation of what she would say next. She found herself stopping and taking one of the books of the shelves. Looking at it for a moment.
“But then again maybe it isn’t your ego. Maybe just maybe Krystal. You’re living in a fictitious world in that head of yours. After all, it wasn’t that long ago you were trying to tell the SCW faithful you were possessed or under some spell of a demon right?”
“Tells me that you’re into the world of make believe. Which again there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m an avid reader of fiction books. I love getting lost in the different types of characters and all the little worlds. So much fun, but at some point.”
“I have to put the book down and come back to reality. Much like at some point you have to come back to reality. You can’t keep telling people over and over again how good you are. You can’t keep telling people how important you are to this division.”
“You can’t keep trying to describe yourself as some measuring stick to the women’s locker room. Not when you’ve done nothing to be that. You’ve got zero facts to back up your claims. You’ve literally done nothing of importance since the year two thousand and one.”
“I hate to bring that up again. I don’t like repeating myself. Not one to beat a dead horse is what I am getting at, but at the same time. I’m a woman that is big on facts. I’m not going to let you tear me down. Devalue me. Try to make me seem less than I am.”
“When you yourself have done nothing of true significance or importance. Come on Krystal, pull your head out of fantasy land. It’s time to get real sweetheart.”
Ms. Moore found herself putting the book back on the shelf. Before starting to walk back down the aisle and exiting it.
“Although, I felt like you don’t have much to say that carries any weight. I do have to comment on one other thing that really seemed to stand out. You said that I choked against Ariana. You said she welcomed me to the big leagues.”
“You mentioned that she was the first person to cause me to lose. It’s so funny that you said that. Because for a few weeks. You said I was going to choke against you. You were going to be the one to welcome me to the big leagues.”
“You said that you were going to be the one to hand me my first loss. I find that so funny and so ironic. It’s like you and Ariana share one brain. You both have the same boring insults. The same delusional mindset. And almost identical...”
“Same unimpressive careers within Sin City Wrestling. Despite you saying you don’t like it. It sure seems like you guys are the best of friends. Only way to really explain all of this right? Surely there’s no way that it’s all by some weird luck.”
A slight little snicker could be heard coming from the young woman. She found herself now down another aisle full of books. Allowing her fingertips to just drag along them while she walked.
“You would think that you’d be more worried about me. As well as more focused on the actual task. Instead of sinking Ariana’s praises for everything you said you’d be the first to do. Of course, you can conduct yourself how you see fit.”
“But like I said a week ago. There’s going to come a time and a place. I’ll see you, Ariana again. There will be a rematch on the horizon. To which I’ll get that win back. Effectively taking away the little bit of relevancy she has at this moment.”
“However, that's later down the road. It’s not something I’m focused on. I’m not allowing myself to be distracted. What happened has happened. Therefore I have to look forward to the future. You are the one standing in my path. That’s where my focus will remain.”
“Until, I have removed you from my path.”
A firm little head nod came from Erika that moment.
“Though, I do have to ask you something Krystal. You’re so hell bent on tearing me down. So driven by making it sound like I mean nothing. You’re more than determined to make it appear as if I’m not a threat to you. With every word you say.”
“What happens when all of that blows up in your face? Have you taken a second to think about that? Because when you’re out here telling the world I’m nothing special and you’re so much better than me. Only to be the one...”
“That ends up choking yourself. Being the one that ends up on your back. Being the one that ends up getting forced to tap out. That doesn’t do you any favors at all. It makes you look really-really-really bad in the grand scheme of things.”
“But everything I have learned about you. Everything that I’ve seen from you. It all points to you being the most delusional people on the roster. No matter how many times you lose or get shown up. You continue to talk out your backside.”
“This is where I start to wash my hands of you. In the end it’s going to mean nothing, but I know that I’m leaving Blaze of Glory a winner.”
Her eyes were right on the red light when she made that comment. They seemed to narrow just a little bit. Almost like it was meant to send a message.
“You know one of the most beautiful things I’ve learned about professional wrestling. It’s very much like opening up a good book. Or at times it can be like reading a really bad book. Yet they do go hand in hand with each other.”
“Not only is it like a book, but you’re the author of said book. Every choice you make in this business is like a reveal in a book. Each match can be like the start of a chapter. Each championship reign can be the end of a chapter.”
“It’s all in your hands. You the author, the story you tell, and the things that you do in that story. It’s all up to you whether or not the book ends up being a great one or not. I find that to be so peaceful, but so challenging all the same.”
Once she found herself ending the aisle she walked down. Erika then folded her arms across her chest and proceeded to lean back against one of the shelves. Those eyes of hers lit up once again.
She began to speak with such a confidence within herself..
“Contrary to what you might believe Krystal. My story in Sin City Wrestling is just getting started. There are many-many chapters left to go. Shocks, surprises, and so much more in store.”
“Meanwhile, your story. It is slowly but surely coming to an end. In fact your story has dragged on entirely too long. It should’ve wrapped up long ago. Don’t worry though ma’am. I’ll guide you down the path you need to be on.”
“To close the book to your sad, pathetic, and historically bad story.”
Ms. Moore took one last look at those cameras on her. Before blowing a little kiss right towards them as she pushed herself off the shelf. Turning around the corner and disappearing out of the view of the camera.
Leaving those wondering just exactly how this meeting between the two women would pan out. With her out of the frame the cameras found themselves fading out for the final time.
Her mind wouldn’t allow her to peacefully sleep. She was in overthink mode. After all this was a very big week for her. This sunday was going to be the biggest night of her young career to date. As she would compete on her first super show.
Blaze of Glory was all anyone was talking about. It was all anything she could think about. She wanted to do well. She wanted to show she could hang. More importantly though she wanted to show that she earned that spot.
Even in her head she didn’t belong there. Others felt she did and therefore she couldn’t let them down. Simply put, there was a lot of pressure she was putting on herself. Even now as she was walking through the tiny door that put her on her flight.
That’s all she was thinking about. Something she was going to have to put to rest if she was going to get any sleep on this four hour flight. Erika approached her seat and put her carry-on bag up top. Before taking a seat closest to the window.
She was about to lean back when she felt someone flop down next to her. No big deal, it was someone that was on the same flight as her right? Her eyes shifted there for just a second. Only to see a young woman starting to get herself situated.
At that moment the two women happened to lock eyes with each other. It didn’t take long at all for the silence amongst them to be broken.
“Wait -- Are you, Erika? Erika Moore?”
“Yes ma’am. That would be me. Without the sake of being rude, but do I know you?”
“Oh no. Of course not.”
Briefly a chuckle came from the woman that sat next to her.
“My name is Molly. I work for the pro wrestling website and blog known as Diva Dirt.”
“Oh! Right, I think I’ve heard of that a time or two. Pleasure to meet you.”
Erika being the respectful young woman she was. She extended her hand in the direction of the woman. Molly of course reached out for a brief handshake amongst them.
“I can’t believe I am sitting next to you right now. This is like some weird dream. Haha.”
“I’m nothing special. Just another average lady. That’s all. No real reason to feel starstruck or anything.”
“Oh please. You’re just being modest right now. Do you realize how popular you are among myself and the rest of my co-workers at Diva Dirt?! We all think you’ve got so much potential!”
“That’s mighty kind of you Ms. Molly. I don’t know that I share the same sentiment right now.”
A small shrug of her shoulders.
“I think at the end of the day we are our own worst critic. I see all the things I need to work on. I see all the things that need to get better and improve drastically. So therefore I don’t see myself in the light some do.”
“Don’t know how much potential I do or do not have. All I know is I’m going to keep going out there each chance I get and try to be better than the last time I was out there. That’s all anyone can ask for. In the end, I hope it’s enough.”
“Self confidence is a thing, girlfriend. It’s something you need to work on.”
“I’ve heard that a time or two in my life.”
Erika found herself chuckling for a minute.
“But in all seriousness. We’re all such big fans and see all that potential. We got a little bet going on around the office.”
“A bet?”
“Mmmhm! We’re all betting on how long it’ll take before you're a champion in SCW. I’ve personally said you’ll be champion within three months. Whoever is right or closest to it wins a thousand dollars!”
“I hate to break it to you. Don’t think you’ll be winning that thousand. I don’t believe I am anywhere near ready to be competing for championships. I’m surprised they’re putting me on supercards as it is.”
“Uh, you can’t be serious right? I am understanding of lacking some self confidence or seeing where you need to improve. Yet, it’s so clear why you are on Blaze of Glory!”
“As long as you as a fan get it and enjoy it. Doesn’t really matter if I understand it at the end of the day.”
Once again a soft little shrug of her shoulders came over Erika. She was thrilled that she had fans, but her expression really backed up her words. She didn’t understand it all.
“This isn’t a knock at the company. This isn’t a knock at the roster. This isn't even a shot at one person in particular. But I only speak for myself and some of my co-workers. We’ve kind of felt like the Bombshell division...”
“Has been a little stagnant for a while. No true fresh new faces. No one that’s doing anything that’s different to stand apart. No one's really trying to make all eyes gravitate to that division. Again it’s no, shot anyone or anything.”
“We’ve just been waiting for something new and something fresh. We think you bring that. We all see you going far. Since we've become such big fans. We really hope that's the case!”
“Again all I can really say to that is thank you. Thank you for becoming a fan. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for wanting to see me do great things on a big stage. But, I take it all one day at a time.That’s the only thing I can control.”
“I get that. Cause I’d like to think that if you had more control over things. The last thing you would’ve done is willingly choose to take on Krystal Wolfe at Blaze of Glory.”
“Ooh, this would make a headline. But you’re right. That wouldn’t be my first choice.”
Based on the expression given by Erika at that moment. The woman sitting across from her certainly had no reason to believe she wasn’t telling the truth.
“I don’t blame you. I personally do not see how facing Krystal is giving you a chance to get better or prove that you got a chance to be something special in SCW. It feels more like they’re slapping handcuffs on you.”
“I don’t know if I would say it’s a situation where they’re slapping handcuffs on me. One thing you’ll never see me do is question the two men that run that company. After all, they're giving me an opportunity of a lifetime. It’d be disrespectful to do that.”
“I also imagine that being in their shoes is very tough. Very challenging. Constantly having them on their heels. Putting on the best wrestling you can week in and week out. They picked what they thought was the best match, Can’t fault them.”
“But for me, I’d much rather face someone that’s going to be respectful. Someone that’s going to try to achieve the same goal as me. I’m not getting that with her. It’s something much-much different. But I’ll deal with it come Sunday.”
“That’s all you really can do. Like I said though, it’s just a bad position for you to be in. Facing Krystal doesn’t do anything for you. It doesn’t do anything at all. If you lose, it hurts more than anything. But if you win, you’re just one of the many that have beaten her.”
Erika sat there listening to the fan. A little head nod coming from her. It made sense to her, but decisions were made. That’s all there was to it.
“You would’ve benefitted more by getting in the ring with someone like Tempest, Bella Madison, or even Alexandra Calaway. Guess that’s just the fantasy booker in me as a fan.”
“Trust me darlin’. I get it. When I was a little girl and before I got into the business. I used to fantasy book all the time. Come up with what I thought made sense. It’s fun, but at times it isn’t realistic. All I can do is deal with what I have in front of me.”
“Make the most of it. Hope for the best and hope that it’s what keeps you fans engaged.”
“I’m sure that you’ll find a way to make it all work. You’ve managed to keep our interest in such a small amount of time as it is.”
“All I want to do is be someone that fans look forward to seeing. Be someone that little girls can look up to. Create a legacy for myself that stands the test of time. As long as I do that. I’ll be happy!”
She smiled a little brighter.
“I look forward to it. After all, I bought tickets to the event for a reason.”
“I highly doubt you’ll be disappointed. No matter how things go for me. It’ll be a great night for wrestling.”
“Fantastic! I’m going to run to the ladies room before this flight takes off!”
Molly found herself standing up from her seat and started to journey to the back of the plane. Erika found herself starting to settle in her seat a little more.
This wasn’t a conversation she thought she;d be having. However as time went on and as she got her feet deeper into the muck of the business. She was learning more and more.
The bond she was already developing with fans at such a young point in her career. It was something special. It was also motivating. Erika didn’t want to let herself down, but more than anything.
She didn’t want to let people down that were rooted for her. Now more than ever losing was no longer an option for the young woman.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The loud knock on the hotel door could be heard. Erika peered up from her cell phone and looked at the direction of the door. Tossing her phone down on the bed she slowly raised from it and headed for the door.
Taking the time to unlock the top lock and then the bottom before pulling it open. Erika found herself coming face to face with a familiar face. Her lips instantly curled into a bright smile. Speakly so excitedly.
“About time you got here, babes!”
“I was in a different country when you called me. Of course, it was going to take time.”
“Oh, well excuse me, Jamie! For thinking you know since we’ve been best friends since we were six. That you’d know what was going on in my life. And that you’d already been on your way here.”
“Ew. Still as dramatic as ever I see?!”
Both women found themselves laughing amongst themselves. Erika moving out of the doorway of her hotel room. Allowing her friend Jamie to follow along in the room. Closing it behind her.
“What is so important that I had to fly back from Germany? And I had to meet you in Arizona of all places? What’s up with that?”
“Wow! So, you really don’t know?!”
“I’m a busy woman, Erika!”
“I’m just a wee bit offended.”
Her southern accent was really coming through. As she held up her fingers showcasing just how “offended” she was with the wee part.
“Anywho. Since you’re such a bad best friend and all. I figured you’d want to be out here to support me. It’s my first supercard!”
“Supercard?”
“Yes, it’s a pay per view thing for wrestling.”
“You still like that nonsense. I thought you grew out of that when you were like seventeen!”
“Do you realize how much of a case you’re making for me not to have you as my best friend anymore? Good lord, I didn’t know you were this out of touch.”
Jamie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes a little. Not buying the story being presented to her.
“Well, I’ve got this match. It’s not the biggest match in the world. Not like it’s against a prominent woman or for a championship. But it’s a match. The whole thing is this is my first supercard. I want it to mean a lot to me and the small percentage of fans I have.”
“It just so happens though. The person I’m facing is -- well for the lack of a better word. She’s kind of a b word.”
“For crying out loud Erika. Just say she’s a bitch. You’re an adult now.”
“You know me. I try to be respectful even when people don’t deserve it.”
“Something I never understood, but go off I guess.”
It was very clear the two women had very different personalities. After all the mindset was opposites attract. Might be why their friendship worked out. By then Erika was starting to wall over to where one of her bags sat.
“It doesn’t really matter what she is or isn’t in terms of attitude. I was thinking the other day what could I do to make this little feud a little more interesting. What could I do to poke the bear. What could I do to make fun of her a little bit.”
“And then the idea hit me after watching some of her footage within the last year. She thought she was a demon or something not that long ago. So, my idea was. Why not truly summon the dark side and show her how ridiculous it all is.”
Unzipping her bag. She reached inside of it and began to pull out what looked like a cardboard box. It wasn’t until she had pulled it all the way out and turned to face Jamie. The lettering on the box read ;Ouija Board’ across it.
“Uh... what are you doing with that?”
“Like I said it’s time to summon the darkside and show this little girl it’s so silly. Poking a little fun at her. Maybe then she’ll learn to keep her mouth shut.”
“That’s not something you should mess with and you know it.”
“Are you still that freaked out about one of these? We were sixteen, Jamie. Our brains were super impressionable. Nothing that happened that day was real.”
The facial expression Jamie gave in that moment. It read nothing but skepticalness.
“It wasn’t real Erika?”
“No, it wasn’t real.”
“How did you explain the only light in the graveyard going out that night?”
“That graveyard was old as heck. We don’t know who was maintaining the upkeep on that place. The lightbulb just burned out!”
“Okay since you have an answer for everything. How do you explain my car doors being locked when we were out there? I left the keys in the car. I would have never locked it.”
“You had to have done it by accident. Those things happen!”
“And when the doors unlocked by themselves?!”
“There’s an explanation for that Jamie.”
“What? What’s the explanation?!”
Her arms remained crossed. Her eyes were narrowed. She really wanted it to be explained to her. Clearly this was some kind of childhood trauma for her based on reaction. Erika simply shook her head.
“It’s in the past. It’s all nonsense. It’ll be fine now.”
“Absolutely not. I am not engaging in this with you. There’s no point.”
“There’s a point. It’ll be a fun little something for me to film to mock Krystal. Come on. Don’t be like her and just be completely delusional.”
“Like I said if you’re going to mess with that thing. I’m out. I am not sticking around. I’m not doing anything for the sale of some little game you want to play right now. In some wrestling stuff I don’t understand.”
“Ugh!”
There was a slight eye roll coming from Erika. She took the ouija board and just tossed it back down on top of her bag.
“I got to deal with an opponent that likes to run her mouth. All of which has never any based facts in any of her statements. And she thinks or did think she’s possessed. That’s not fun. Now my best friend wants to be lame and not have fun.”
“Excuse me for not wanting to invite the unknown into my life with some witchcraft.”
“Witchcraft? You’re overexaggerating!”
“I’ll be the one that's overexaggerating. Go ahead and open the flood gates to that world when I leave. Tell me how it turns out for you.”
“From now on out. I’m going to consider you Krystal Wolfe lame.”
“Cool, I guess. I don’t know who that is or what the hell that means, but cool.”
“Trust me. You’re not the only one that doesn’t know who she is. You’re better off not caring to find out.”
A grin crossed her lips once again.
“If you’re going to be lame. The last you can do is buy me lunch. I’m starving.”
“I’m really starting to regret flying out here.”
“You love me and you know it.”
Erika had picked up her purse off the bedside table next to the hotel bed. Snatching her phone up from where she had placed it down. Before starting to head out the door with her best friend behind her.
This week was a chance for Erika to showcase her skills on one of the bigger stages that Sin City Wrestling had to offer. It was also her chance to come out of her shell and show some real personality.
Being against Krystal, it was about as perfect as it could be when it came to showcasing personality. She was very much like watching paint dry. Boring and as stale as it can get. This was something Erika had to take advantage of.
► My Story
Each day was starting to count down to the big event that was known as Blaze of Glory. Pro wrestling fans from all over the world were flying in for the event. There was a chance that history could be seen live before their eyes.
And when the fans loved wrestling that much. They were going to do anything and everything to be a part of that. This very moment the cameras found themselves rolling in. The setting was inside of a library. Books upon books all around.
With the camera shot shifted to the left. There was a clear shot of the bombshell that is Erika Moore. She sat there with these little librarian glasses and she sat comfortably in a chair. Holding a webster’s dictionary in her hands.
“Relevant.”
Her eyes were focused downward. Reading from the book.
“According to the dictionary. The definition of relevant is to have significance and demonstrable to the matter at hand.”
Ms. Moore very quickly closed the dictionary up. A smile crossed her lips as she began to raise from the chair she was sitting in. Her eyes shifted to the red dot to the recording cameras. Beginning to address those before him.
“If I’m not mistaken I’ve heard you call me irrelevant on a couple different occasions now Krystal. Clearly the opposite of the definition I gave you, but also clearly you didn’t graduate high school with a basic understanding of words.”
“You can’t throw around such a word or claim when everything else says otherwise. I’d like to think I’m pretty dang relevant. I think I’m significant to the situation at hand. After all, being the new girl on the block. I got eyes on me.”
“I got people talking about me. I got people excited about me. I got people wondering what I’m going to do next. Heck, I even got one of the bosses themselves that went out of their way to contact me and hammer out a deal.”
“I’d like to think that says more than it needs to Krystal.”
In that moment that little grin on her lips. It appeared almost cheeky. Little on the arrogant side. A different characteristic for Ms. Moore. But it didn’t last long.
“Maybe that’s why you just talkin’ out your behind buttercup. You’re jealous. Little ol’ me walked in and got attention. Meanwhile you are the one that’s actually been irrelevant. You’re the one that isn’t significant. You’re the one that holds no value.”
“And I know it’s maybe a little crazy for me. A little out of pocket for me to say. Because based on how you carry yourself. One would have to think you’re the single most important woman walking on the roster. That’s the ego talking though.”
“You know its your ego talking. To which if I were to be unbiased and speak from the heart. Sometimes having an ego is a good thing. Sometimes having self confidence is a great thing. After all how are you going to get the fans.”
“To believe in you, if you don’t believe in yourself. I totally get that mindset. However when you start saying things like ‘I don’t know where the bosses get girls like this’ and fail to realize it’s because someone like you...”
“Who has been here three or four years doesn't bring eyes to product because your talent is limited. That’s when that ego has gone too far.”
By this time Ms. Moore had begun to walk down some of the aisle of books. Each time she walked down one the cameras were right there to capture everything. It just so happened as she walked down next. Had a big sign that read:
FICTION
Right above one of the aisleway. Ms. Moore found herself taking a gander at the books. Allowing the anticipation of what she would say next. She found herself stopping and taking one of the books of the shelves. Looking at it for a moment.
“But then again maybe it isn’t your ego. Maybe just maybe Krystal. You’re living in a fictitious world in that head of yours. After all, it wasn’t that long ago you were trying to tell the SCW faithful you were possessed or under some spell of a demon right?”
“Tells me that you’re into the world of make believe. Which again there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m an avid reader of fiction books. I love getting lost in the different types of characters and all the little worlds. So much fun, but at some point.”
“I have to put the book down and come back to reality. Much like at some point you have to come back to reality. You can’t keep telling people over and over again how good you are. You can’t keep telling people how important you are to this division.”
“You can’t keep trying to describe yourself as some measuring stick to the women’s locker room. Not when you’ve done nothing to be that. You’ve got zero facts to back up your claims. You’ve literally done nothing of importance since the year two thousand and one.”
“I hate to bring that up again. I don’t like repeating myself. Not one to beat a dead horse is what I am getting at, but at the same time. I’m a woman that is big on facts. I’m not going to let you tear me down. Devalue me. Try to make me seem less than I am.”
“When you yourself have done nothing of true significance or importance. Come on Krystal, pull your head out of fantasy land. It’s time to get real sweetheart.”
Ms. Moore found herself putting the book back on the shelf. Before starting to walk back down the aisle and exiting it.
“Although, I felt like you don’t have much to say that carries any weight. I do have to comment on one other thing that really seemed to stand out. You said that I choked against Ariana. You said she welcomed me to the big leagues.”
“You mentioned that she was the first person to cause me to lose. It’s so funny that you said that. Because for a few weeks. You said I was going to choke against you. You were going to be the one to welcome me to the big leagues.”
“You said that you were going to be the one to hand me my first loss. I find that so funny and so ironic. It’s like you and Ariana share one brain. You both have the same boring insults. The same delusional mindset. And almost identical...”
“Same unimpressive careers within Sin City Wrestling. Despite you saying you don’t like it. It sure seems like you guys are the best of friends. Only way to really explain all of this right? Surely there’s no way that it’s all by some weird luck.”
A slight little snicker could be heard coming from the young woman. She found herself now down another aisle full of books. Allowing her fingertips to just drag along them while she walked.
“You would think that you’d be more worried about me. As well as more focused on the actual task. Instead of sinking Ariana’s praises for everything you said you’d be the first to do. Of course, you can conduct yourself how you see fit.”
“But like I said a week ago. There’s going to come a time and a place. I’ll see you, Ariana again. There will be a rematch on the horizon. To which I’ll get that win back. Effectively taking away the little bit of relevancy she has at this moment.”
“However, that's later down the road. It’s not something I’m focused on. I’m not allowing myself to be distracted. What happened has happened. Therefore I have to look forward to the future. You are the one standing in my path. That’s where my focus will remain.”
“Until, I have removed you from my path.”
A firm little head nod came from Erika that moment.
“Though, I do have to ask you something Krystal. You’re so hell bent on tearing me down. So driven by making it sound like I mean nothing. You’re more than determined to make it appear as if I’m not a threat to you. With every word you say.”
“What happens when all of that blows up in your face? Have you taken a second to think about that? Because when you’re out here telling the world I’m nothing special and you’re so much better than me. Only to be the one...”
“That ends up choking yourself. Being the one that ends up on your back. Being the one that ends up getting forced to tap out. That doesn’t do you any favors at all. It makes you look really-really-really bad in the grand scheme of things.”
“But everything I have learned about you. Everything that I’ve seen from you. It all points to you being the most delusional people on the roster. No matter how many times you lose or get shown up. You continue to talk out your backside.”
“This is where I start to wash my hands of you. In the end it’s going to mean nothing, but I know that I’m leaving Blaze of Glory a winner.”
Her eyes were right on the red light when she made that comment. They seemed to narrow just a little bit. Almost like it was meant to send a message.
“You know one of the most beautiful things I’ve learned about professional wrestling. It’s very much like opening up a good book. Or at times it can be like reading a really bad book. Yet they do go hand in hand with each other.”
“Not only is it like a book, but you’re the author of said book. Every choice you make in this business is like a reveal in a book. Each match can be like the start of a chapter. Each championship reign can be the end of a chapter.”
“It’s all in your hands. You the author, the story you tell, and the things that you do in that story. It’s all up to you whether or not the book ends up being a great one or not. I find that to be so peaceful, but so challenging all the same.”
Once she found herself ending the aisle she walked down. Erika then folded her arms across her chest and proceeded to lean back against one of the shelves. Those eyes of hers lit up once again.
She began to speak with such a confidence within herself..
“Contrary to what you might believe Krystal. My story in Sin City Wrestling is just getting started. There are many-many chapters left to go. Shocks, surprises, and so much more in store.”
“Meanwhile, your story. It is slowly but surely coming to an end. In fact your story has dragged on entirely too long. It should’ve wrapped up long ago. Don’t worry though ma’am. I’ll guide you down the path you need to be on.”
“To close the book to your sad, pathetic, and historically bad story.”
Ms. Moore took one last look at those cameras on her. Before blowing a little kiss right towards them as she pushed herself off the shelf. Turning around the corner and disappearing out of the view of the camera.
Leaving those wondering just exactly how this meeting between the two women would pan out. With her out of the frame the cameras found themselves fading out for the final time.
