2 Days After Blaze Of Glory
Tuesday April 14th
Detroit Michigan
As hurtful as it was to lose the World Championship that wasn’t what was on my mind. The only thing coursing through my mind was what Halo had told me in the Golden Ring Casino. She told me I needed to fix the process and that’s what I had set out to do. She never really got a chance to work things out with her mother as she passed away from a drug overdose. I needed to solve my issues because I wanted to desperately break this nonstop endless cycle of doing the same thing over and over again. I was tired of the personality changes, and the mood swings. I was tired of trying to drastically change just to make myself feel better when I didn’t get the acceptance I wanted. It was time to put an end to it all once and for all. I felt ashamed that I basically left Las Vegas without even telling my wife. I guess there are some selfish issues that I needed to work out, but in all honesty I didn’t want anybody worrying about me.
I just had to go back home and by home I don’t mean the made up land of Hollywood where I could do whatever I want. I meant that of Detroit. This was something that I needed to desperately do. The only message that I had left to anybody was to that of both Christian Underwood and Mark Ward. I told them that I had a family emergency and I needed to step away from the hotel for a week or so. I knew I would be tested heavily out of protection for my peers and I was okay with that. If something did happen to me I would be put in quarantine and held off of the shows for a while but this was worth the risk.
Family should come first and nothing was going to stop me from dealing with all of the fears of my past. I would take all of the safety precautions of covering my face with a mask. Yet to be honest that wasn’t anything considering I shaved about four hours off of the trip by breaking various speed limits and reckless driving on the open highways. The roads were pretty much barren and thank God the police weren’t about. I guess Covid-19 really had taken its toll on the United States.
Anyway what should have been a 30 hour drive, I did in 24 hours. I felt nervousness when I got off the US-Highway 12 into that of Detroit Michigan. Finally after the long drive I was home. I never really liked coming to Detroit as the haunting of my past always caught up with me. Ten minutes went by before I drove down a barren street. Where I was raised was basically the ghetto. Usually kids were out on the block doing mischievous things. People were breaking into houses and there were others who were lighting up blunts. Yet with the virus all of that was calm. It really was a shame to see.
I finally pulled up in front of a small home. This was it. I honestly couldn’t believe I grew up in this house. I started to have visions of my biological mother leaving me on her sister’s doorstep and my aunt Cookie being forced to adopt me to raise with her four other kids with a deadbeat husband who was nowhere in sight. Five kids being raised by a single black woman was definitely special yet I didn’t feel that. I could even see everybody mocking me for not looking like them and looking like a half breed because I was mixed.
I wasn’t black or Hispanic enough to fit in with either crowd. I guess that’s why I befriended Stephanie Sullivan but that’s a story for another time.
I would now be the youngest of five and I would be picked on at home and at school. There really wasn’t a safe haven for me. I didn’t want to be here but I knew I had to be here to deal with my past and end the cycle once and for all. I slowly stepped out of the car as I headed towards the door. Yet before I got there that’s when my visions and personalities started to get the best of me.
Crystal: Seriously you are going to go in there of all places. You don’t need to be at this fucking dump. You left this place for a reason. Nobody loves you.
Blossoming Rose: Don’t listen to her. You came here for a reason. You need to finally confront your past and be done with it once and for all. Once we confront this we can finally move on and start working on the present and the future.
Crystal: It’s easy for that Bitch to say but she’s so fucking naïve. How was Detroit kind to you?! You became another teenage pregnancy statistic here. You and Stephanie were almost killed by her drunken father after he killed her mother. That best friend Stephanie would go on to fuck your husband and get pregnant because of it. That doesn’t even include the fucked up situation your biological mother put you in. it’s been one fucked up situation from the get go and it all started here which is why this could never be home for you. Better yet let me reintroduce you to someone from the past.
I could see her snapping her fingers and as soon as she does that is when I could see him, still cocky and overconfident as usual the one and only Todd Williams.
T-Will: Long behold why the fuck are you here anyway?! Let’s not forget who gave you the nickname Crystal. You should remember because when you were nothing more than a stupid slut to everybody else you were definitely the sparkle of my eye. You were sparkling just like a Crystal. I accepted you. I helped you find your father! I brought you out of the hood and when I found wrestling I brought you along. I introduced you to my mentor the great movie star that is Chris Khan. I never asked for much.
Todd smirks at me.
T-Will: I would give you the world. I just needed you to be a beautiful trophy wife. A pretty little valet at ringside, one who cheated for me and made sure I kept my championships. Superstardom was ours. I gave you a small part of Will Corp and you were fascinated with that luxurious lifestyle. I brought you to Hollywood, used money from my corporation to fund your little movie studio so you could play make pretend and what’s the thanks I got?! If it wasn’t for me you would still be a ditzy wrestling interviewer. You would be getting bullied every single day. I made you Crystal and now you wish to throw that away?! Fuck this city… The only good thing about it was you meeting me and us leaving together.
The voices were so annoying that I grabbed my head and screamed out at the top of my lungs.
Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!
I felt like that’s all I could do to suppress the noise. As soon as I screamed that is when the door to the house opened up. It felt awkward but standing in the doorway was my sister Ester Hilton. She glanced at me with a disgusted expression on her face. She was an absolute beast standing at 6 feet tall and about 215 pounds. She chuckled as she glanced at me.
Ester: Oh I guess they decided to change our garbage day. Mom should I let filth into the house?! Better yet let me make sure we don’t catch any germs.
Ester smiles as she points a bottle at disinfectant at me and she basically sprays me down. She laughs as she does it but I am not laughing. This was the type of sisterly bullying I was accustomed too. It was part of why I left here to begin with. Yet almost on cue somebody pushes her out of the way and that was my other sister Cherrie.
Cherrie: Ester stop that… I don’t understand why you always feel the need to bully her. This bullying has been going on for the past 32 years of her life. Enough is enough.
Ester: Maybe it’s because she feels too good for us. She never really accepted this side of her family. It’s like she almost forgets she’s black. It’s always how she is Hispanic and this and that. Yet has she ever really claimed us. Now she wants to come back to Detroit because she need something.
Ester shakes her head as she looks at me. as much as I wanted to deny her accusations she did have a point.
Ester: Come on Cherrie she’s too Hollywood for this family. She forgot where she came from. She even owns that LFL football team in Detroit but has she taken any time to even stop by whenever she’s in town. No she never did. Yet the prodigal daughter returns home and we are supposed to just greet her with open arms. FUCK THAT CHERRIE! I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a publicity stunt. If she doesn’t have photographers following her ready to force waivers in our faces to be part of some stupid reality show.
My sister storms away as Cherrie just stands there crossing her arms and looking at me. As much as I wanted to deny what Ester said she did have a point. I really didn’t value my home like I should have. I stand there with my head downwards as Cherrie continues to talk.
Cherrie: Don’t worry about her Christina she’s just hurt because you never really gave us the time. It seemed like you have done so much to reunite with your Lopez family and you are bonding so well with the Zdunichs that you have forgotten about the family that raised you. Life has been okay in Detroit for the most part. They got me working doubles at the hospital. It’s been terrible with all of the patients that we are getting but we are managing.
I always loved my sister Cherrie. She was an academic achiever. She was a doctor for the emergency room at Detroit General Hospital. She was definitely the glue that kept our family together not to mention we were always close. It also didn’t help that the two of us won tag team gold in three different promotions but that’s a story for another time. She smiles as she continues to speak.
Cherrie: Life is okay. Despite being around so many patients mom still wants me to come by the house for family dinner. If something happens to her she wants all of us around. You practically just missed Mike and his wife Candace…
Yes Mike the Hammer Hilton the first of us to make it into wrestling. Lord knows I have had my share of wars throughout various wrestling companies with my sister in law Candace Okimura. It was probably best I missed them. I don’t think I would want to see them. I shake my head as I look back at Cherrie.
Me: Look I just want to say I am sorry for everything. I know my words don’t mean anything but the reason I came back is because I wanted to make everything right. I am tired of running away because I am too afraid of what being here represents. Everybody has a reason to dislike me and I am okay with that. I just want closure so we can focus on our future. Where’s mom…
Cherrie: In the kitchen preparing dinner. You want me to go get her.
Me: No I can go see her on my own.
Cherrie: Christina I just want to say it feels good to see you, and welcome back home.
I couldn’t help but let a small smile escape my lips as I headed towards the kitchen. There stood my heavyset mother. She was slaving over a hot stove. It felt like it had been ages since I had been here but I just had to ask her a question.
Me: Hey mom… Long time no see…
Almost on cue my mother dropped what she was doing as she turned her attention over to me. She walked over and gave me a long passionate hug as she looked down into my eyes.
Cookie: “Christina long time no see… I was wondering if you forgot we even existed. I see you are quite the busy woman as of lately. Competing in wrestling company after company, and on top of that I see you are signing people to a music label and getting a television show off of the ground. We haven’t missed a single episode of you in the Batgirl. I think that’s Ester’s favorite show and she always points out that you are her sister.
I shake my head as I couldn’t believe it.
Me: I highly doubt that Ester said anything nice about me.
Cookie: But she always does. Deep down I just think she misses you. You always go so far out of your way to be about your father’s side of the family which is fine. I think we all just wish that you came around more. There’s so much we want to know about you. We miss you. I felt like you really haven’t seen us since your wedding two years ago. We would like to get a chance to spend time with your lovely wife, and we didn’t even get an invite to Brittany’s wedding last year.
Cookie shakes her head as she looks at me and hugs me tightly.
Cookie: We want to be in your life but it’s hard when it feels like you want nothing to do with us. I would like to see my granddaughter again. Whatever grudge you are holding against us let’s just make peace so we can go on for a brighter future.
As she hugged me she couldn’t help but let out some sobbing. Tears started to flow down her cheek and hit my shoulder. I couldn’t help but get teary eyed. I had no idea I meant this much to them. Yet I slowly pushed away as I spoke back to her.
Me: Listen mom… It’s just I am dealing with so much. I know you did everything for me and I appreciate everything. I just never really felt like this place was me. I always held a grudge. I always felt like everybody hated me and I didn’t want to be back here. That’s why I left town as soon as Todd and I really got together.
Cookie: You are holding a grudge from years ago! If you keep running away from your past and how much you have been hurt you are never going to get past it. it’s always going to haunt you and it’s going to be held over your head forever.
I shake my head as I look back in her eyes as I smile at her.
Me: I know mom! I know you did everything you possibly could and after years of people telling me the same thing over and over again. I am tired of people calling me a fake and a phony. I am tired of trying to live as if I am somebody else! I want to finally be proud of who I am and where I came from but I need to deal with the one thing that has been hanging over my head. I need to talk to Mary Hilton… I need to get past her. I feel like that’s some serious emotional baggage that I could never let go in my life.
I let a sigh escape me as I continue to speak.
Me: It always seemed like I tried to cover it all with twenty layers of crap but no matter how much I tried to escape it in Hollywood no matter if I have been through four marriages. I am tired of my life being an endless loop where I make the same mistake over and over again. It gets irritating going in circles trying to seek approval all because my mother wasn’t there for me… I love you mom and I am thankful you took me in and did the best you could do for me but there are some issues that are deeper. I need to deal with Mary…
I shake my head as I continue to speak some more.
Me: I need to deal with that emotional baggage! It’s getting in the way of me being a proper wife. I can’t be a proper mother and now I have the son I gave up for adoption coming back to me seeking answers. How can I give him ANYTHING when I haven’t dealt with my own issues?! That’s why I need to deal with this once and for all. Once I get past this issue I feel like the rest of my life will fall into place. So please I need your help. Where can I find my biological mother, your sister? Where would she be at…
Cookie: Christina are you sure you want to do this. I haven’t spoken to her in years but last I heard she was squatting in an abandoned house on the corner of Ward and Frank Street. It’s the ugliest house on the block and it’s in the worst part of town. There’s a lot of drugs and stuff in that area and it really isn’t safe. I don’t think you should go it’s not safe...
Me: Mom I don’t care… I feel like I have to do this. I didn’t come this far to be denied or be afraid of a bad place in town. After all I ran away from this place for so long I might as well face what I am the most afraid of. It’s not the drugs or even the heavy gangs. It’s my biological mother…
Cookie: If you have to go by all means go but at least take one of your sisters with you.
Me: I need to do this alone…
Cookie: Fine… Make me one promise though. You need to come back for dinner. I have GREENS, BEANS, POTATOES, TOMATOES, LAMBS… YOU NAME IT!!!!!!!!!
Me: Mom… That song was like so three years ago… I however will be back for your Macaroni & Cheese… That is a promise… Anyway take care mom…
Cookie: See you soon and I hope you find what you are looking for!
With that I grabbed my keys as I headed for the door. I waved at my sisters as I got into my Pink Lambo and sped off down the street. I had a plan and nothing was going to stop me from getting what I was looking for.
Same Day
30 Minutes Later
Detroit Michigan
After driving for a while I found my way to the bad part of town. I made it to the address that my mom had told me. This was definitely the worst part of the city. I definitely was out of place as I stepped out of my overly expensive car. Perhaps I should have been a little more subtle but I didn’t care. I was a woman on a mission. I made sure I had my mask on as I glared at the abandoned house. Just by the mere glance of the house you could tell this was a crack house. I wasn’t afraid as I slowly headed towards the door but that’s when my personalities started to get the better of me.
Crystal: You are seriously going to see the Bitch that left you on your aunt’s doorstep. Fuck this Bitch… When you see her you need to give her a piece of your mind and tell her to fuck off. How dare she throw you away like you are garbage, you made it without her! Fuck her and fuck this city!
Blossoming Rose: Don’t listen to Crystal. She just wants you to do the same shit over and over again. We came here to have closure not to put life on repeat so we can go around in circles.
Crystal: Shut your fucking mouth out. We were just fine without you pulling that goody two shoes shit. I mean perfection never fails. Is it really bad being me?! 16 time WORLD CHAMPION… 4 time HALL OF FAMER… HOLLYWOOD STAR, MONEY, FAME, FORTUNE…
Blossoming Rose: AND YET WHERE DID IT GET HER besides being an awful friend and a terrible wife. How messed up does it sound that she would stab her own wife in the back just to gain a little bit of fame and notoriety?! How many people don’t really trust in you like they should, we have always done it her way and it’s the same old, same old!
The two continue bickering as I quickly scream at them.
Me: Both of you can shut the fuck up! I am doing this on my own without influence from either of you. THIS is something I need to do on my own and I will let my emotions dictate what happens next. I am tired of people controlling me which includes the both of you!
I continue to walk as they disappear. It was all up for me to determine what happens next. I made it to the door and I knew I should have knocked but I didn’t, instead I turned the door handle and it opened up. That is when a male approached me. He had very chapped lips and was shaking a lot. He definitely was a type of junkie as he glared at me.
Junkie: I want to buy from you… I need a fix… I’ll do anything. I’ll steal from my family and will give you money… I…
I shake my head as I look at him.
Me: Look I am not the fucking dope man and you shouldn’t be stealing from anybody. Have you seen a Mary Hilton, I heard she might be living here…
Junkie: Second floor last bedroom… I guess that’s what you are here for… Before you go spend money with her could you mind giving me twenty dollars…
Me: Wait… What do you mean you guess that’s what I am here for…
Junkie: Wait you don’t have any clue do you… It’s not my place…
I angrily pulled out an one hundred bill. I knew I shouldn’t have taken it out as he is only going to use it for one thing but I just needed to get an answer before I went to my mother.
Me: Here… Now start talking…
Junkie: Mary is a prostitute and is one of the best in a city. It’s how she makes her money so she can buy what she needs from…
Me: I don’t even want to know… I will go deal with her on my own. Look use that money on food or something else… Please don’t make me regret it.
Junkie: The dope man hasn’t been here in ages not since this virus took over the city… I just want to go get something to eat…
I wave my hand as I find my way up the stairs. Dealing with a deadbeat mom was one thing but to find out she was a prostitute was something else entirely, and doing so to fund her drug habit made things worst. So many thoughts went through my head as I walked up the stairs. What would I say to her? What would my reaction be… I felt my heart beating as I found my way down the corridor and I reached the last bedroom door. My hand trembled but I reached for the doorknob and swung it open. There she was sitting down on a mattress on the floor. She started to prep a needle as she started to smack it before she didn’t bother looking at me. Yet she spoke to me.
Mary: Give me ten minutes and I will be right with you. I am aware you know my rates right?!
Tears started to fill my eyes. I never imagined what it would feel like to see the woman who gave birth to me. I only had really spoken to her on two occasions but I never saw her like this. She was definitely a wreck and tears started to flow down my cheeks as I replied back to her.
Me: You can put the heroin down… I didn’t come here for any service of yours… I actually came because I wanted to see the woman who gave birth to me…
She finally decides to look up as she glances at me. Her eyes never once leave off of me as she continues to stare at me.
Mary: CHRISTINA?!
With that I can’t help but let more tears stream down my face. You could only play this out so many times in your head. What would you say to the person you held the most hatred for in your entire life but when confronted with the actual situation I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and the state she was in.
Me: Yes Mary…
I didn’t know what to say or call her. It definitely wasn’t mom seeing as she was no mother to me.
Mary: Why did you come here… You shouldn’t see me like this…I am an absolute wreck and this isn’t the image you have of me.
I take a long deep breath as I begin to lash out at her. I guess as much as I wanted to deny Crystal and the Blossoming Rose. Both definitely were having their share of answers from me and that’s is when the hatred of Crystal started to kick in.
Me: Listen here you stupid Bitch! I came here because I have all of this built up anger of you! Anger of how you just abandoned me like I was garbage! I have tried to go throughout life but it’s a constant battle of UPS AND DOWNS… I feel like I am going around in circles and it’s always the same shit. I change stuff on a dime and I feel so emotionally unbalanced. It’s at the point where I hear voices in my head and they each are telling me how I should act! My attitude constantly changes from one end of the spectrum to the other.
I walk over to her as I grab the needle from her and I chuck it at the wall smashing it into pieces. I grab her by the throat and shove her against the wall.
Me: And yet in order to deal with life not accepting me I love to put on different costumes because I hate who I am! I hate where I come from, and all of it stems BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU WERE NEVER THERE FOR ME! Too you I was a fucking mistake from the beginning! I wasn’t meant to be conceived yet you fucked a local on Spring Break. You just loved that didn’t you?! It makes sense that you are a prostitute it totally fits who you are!
I shove her against the wall as hard as I can.
Me: I have done everything I could to forget this place. I ran away from home and I tried to start something new. I established a new identity for myself away from Detroit but the more I tried to run away from everything is the more I realized that I WAS JUST LIKE YOU! Everything I always hated about you I ENDED UP BECOMING YOU! I may not have been into drugs but I picked up ALCOHOLISM… I GOT PREGNANT AS A TEEN AND I DECIDED TO KEEP THE GIRL ONLY TO GIVE AWAY THE BOY! The more I tried to run away from it the more people called me out on being fake… I could become a 20 time champion and be the most famous person in the world but yet IT WOULD never fill in that void of emptiness because I always thought of you…
I let tears flow down my cheek as I shove her harder and harder against that wall.
Me: There is this GENERATIONAL CURSE on our family and it stems back from you. I have failed as a mother, as a wife, as a friend, and at just about everything. I need to settle this once and for all so I can find the wisdom to be a better mother for my son and daughter. Yet I can’t go anywhere if we don’t settle our issues. So go ahead and speak…
Mary begins to cry as she looks back at me, seeing her cry forces me to slowly let go of her. She shakes her head as she glances at me.
Mary: I know I have made so many fucked up mistakes in my life. I have done a lot of messed up things and I always expected for my sister Cookie to bail me out. Were you supposed to be conceived… To be honest that was never the intention. Yet I always loved you… I have always loved you Christina but I knew I wasn’t in a position to take care of a daughter.
Mary begins to cry as she continues to speak.
Mary: I know it must have been hard growing up in your Aunt’s house and along with her own four kids being the youngest of five. I know it was a mystery but out of all the mistakes that I could have made. The one thing that I KNEW to be the best decision in my life was leaving you on that doorstep. I knew she would take care of you and deep down inside of my heart that was the best place for you. That is one decision that WASN’T a mistake. You think I really want to be in this crack house selling my body away just to get my next fix of heroin?!
Mary shakes her head as she begins to cry some more.
Mary: No… I don’t but I couldn’t let you see me like this. Yet I never gave up the partying. What seemed like partying and alcohol turned into smoking weed, which turned into crack, and now I am selling my body just to get heroin. I am addicted and I can’t break this endless cycle. No matter how much I try to change or make things right I keep making the same mistake over and over again… Yet I saw you on television. I see you wrestling and I was happy at least knowing that you made something of yourself. In spite of everything YOU MADE IT and that warms my heart…
Mary continues to cry.
Mary: You have everything you could have ever imagined. You got money, a beautiful wife, an outstanding career… Seeing that inspires me to do better but I couldn’t take that first step to do so… Yet even now you still amaze me. You have done the one thing I couldn’t do… You took the first step and decided to confront the past… Then again I have always been proud of you and watching you play your softball games. You were quite the pitcher had you not got pregnant those division college teams would have been all scouting you…
I raise my eyes in return.
Me: Wait you actually watched me play in person…
Mary: Of course I did… I wasn’t going to miss the best thing to happen in my life. I never really wanted you to see me because I didn’t want you to see me for that drug addict. I rather not dealt with that. Yet I always managed to find a way to watch your LFL football games whenever your Rampage hosted games at home here in Detroit. You still have quite the arm… I am proud of you Christina of everything you have ever accomplished even without me in your life…
I keep my eyes on her as she continued to cry, and seeing her like this I couldn’t help but cry in return. Everything I hated about my mother I was conflicted on. Yet I found myself grabbing her but this time in a hug. It’s like I was waiting 32 years of my life for this moment and I didn’t felt like I was 32 it felt like I was 13 and it was a hug that was catching up for all of the missed years.
Me: Mar….Mom….The reality is I always felt empty. I always hated anything that was closely represented to this city because I always felt pain when thinking about you. It’s a pain that I held for my entire life but I have come to the realization that it must have been a tough thing to do. I know leaving your daughter behind must have been tough but it was the best course of action. I never really saw it in that light but what else was you supposed to do. It took real courage to do that and at least you kept me in the family. I basically gave up Brayden and never looked back at it…”
Mary: You were 13 though… You can’t expect a kid to raise a kid. Brayden was in the best place and you did what was best for your child. Don’t let anybody tell you differently. I know you always seem to doubt yourself but you are a great person. It takes courage to try to help a little girl with cancer. It takes humility to take a waitressing job to make ends meet. Like I said I have followed you in everything… Never doubt the decisions you make and don’t make decisions based on how others will view you. You make choices based on what you feel is right and as long as you think it’s the best course of action that’s all that matters…
I offer a sigh as I shake my head in agreement.
Me: Look mom… I just want to say sorry for not understanding you and holding this endless grudge. Why don’t we make things right and maybe start working on our relationship. I think we both could inspire one another do better in our lives. You could perhaps show me how to be a better mom and I could support you as we get over this addiction together…
She looks at me with a discouraged look. It’s one I have seen many times considering I had always given that same look to many others.
Mary: You really think I can do this… I tried so many times and I always failed to get right.
Me: That might be true but you also didn’t have me supporting you… We will help each other out. Now let’s get out of here. Your sister is making an amazing dinner and I think we should join her. We could look at maybe letting you live there for a bit until I help you fix things. After seeing what I saw today it might just be time for me to come back home. I can’t run away from here forever…
With that she finally smiles at me. I can see that confidence building within her. We both walk out of the crack house and over to that of my car. It was definitely a start but it honestly felt good… it felt great to get this 32 year old monkey off of my back. There was only a few things that remained. I needed to confront Brayden’s father and of course my son as well but I felt like I could do anything. Nothing was going to stop me now as we entered into the car and sped off down the street towards a promising future.
On Camera
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to a shot of Christina Zdunich in the hotel’s gym. She is clad in a pair of yoga pants and a very tight top. Her eyes move to that of the cameras as she runs her hands through her dark black hair as she begins to speak.
“So long behold here we finally are Andrea. You finally did it… You overcame everything that you had set out to do. You now rule the roost. You are the Queen of the castle and now it’s up to you to defend your very domain so nobody tries to take away what you worked hard to establish. I can respect that… Since you got here you have pretty much been saying the same thing OVER and OVER again. How you were always considered to be a fourth tier wrestler at best. How you weren’t treated that well in your previous companies ranging from GCW and all of the other companies you mentioned. Now you don’t have to have anything being held over your shoulders…
No more being told you won’t amount to your family’s legacy. No more being told that your friend Chelsea will be the bigger star than you are. You are finally right where you need to be and the real question remains what are you going to do now that you have gotten here. The real answer to that question SHOULD be that you are ready to fight because I damn sure won’t let you sit on your fucking ass and celebrate the moment.
I plan to cut this reign very short for the simple fact that I have this drive to be the very best. I am determined to get to the top and I am going to do what’s necessary to take that very place as being the best that the company has to offer. Nothing less and nothing more…”
Christina slowly nods her head as she glares daggers into the likes of the cameras.
“However I feel like we need to get a bit of the truth out of the way because once we admit things it will make things feel so much better. I have a confession to make when I issued that challenge to you for my Bloody Valentine I felt like I was going to roll right over you. I issued that challenge for a different motive. It wasn’t out of respect, it wasn’t to wrestle in a good competitive match but I did so because I saw you as a meal ticket. You were the woman everybody was talking about. You were to be the next biggest thing in this bombshell division and you were close to being in the forefront of the division. That didn’t sit well with me. I NEEDED to have that attention. I wanted the spotlight because I wanted myself to feel better. It’s part of my very addiction because of a shitty childhood of never feeling accepted that I need to find that acceptance in other places. So I chose you to fight because it would surely boost my stock and it would get people talking about me again.
As long as I could beat you I would be yet another step closer to getting a World Championship match or at least be in the equation. It was brilliant to be honest and if I didn’t win I at least would have built up enough stock to get a title shot on the road to the next Super Card. After all I didn’t sign up for the Blast From The Past for a reason. Everybody would be too busy with the tournament that there wouldn’t be anybody to challenge the champion for her regularly scheduled title defense. That is where I would come in or at least have a shot at that moment and sure enough that’s exactly what would end up happening.
The moment was there and the opportunity dangled in front of me like a carrot on a stick. All I needed to do was beat whoever the champion was and I would be the ONLY four time Bombshell Champion in this company’s history. People would be talking about me again and my name would be spewed from just about everybody. That was the way of thinking. Everything went the way I wanted it to go and after winning I needed to fight you again. I needed to get that off of my shoulder so I could be acknowledged as being great yet you were driven and more determined than I was. Not only did you work your ass off but in the middle of the triple threat match you PINNED me to win the title. You proved to be a champion by beating the champion and for that you have my respect…”
Christina sighs as she shakes her head.
“I guess you could say this entire career has been an endless cycle of rinse and repeat. I go about in circles and do the same thing over and over again that nobody takes anything I do seriously. The way I saw things in this company I truly felt like I was a mixture of Apollo Creed and of course Hall of Fame NBA basketball legend from my home town’s Detroit Pistons. The reason I see myself as Apollo is for the simple fact that he considered himself to be the greatest. He was the undefeated World Champion. When he fought with Rocky that first time he did so to put on a show. He was supposed to knock him out early. He was to dance circles around him and he honestly didn’t take him seriously. Yet Rocky would drop Apollo for the first time in his career. He would go the distance and people questioned if Creed had staged it… Even though he didn’t want the rematch at first Apollo wanted it to finally overcome the haters…
In that second match he brutalized Rocky. He was dominating the scorecards and all he had to do was play it cool to get the win but that wasn’t Creed’s style. He had gunned to knock this nobody out and in the end it was 1 second that made the difference for Rocky. For you however it was three seconds. Three seconds gave you the win over me. With Apollo in that first fight he didn’t take Rocky seriously. He didn’t train as hard he didn’t quite take it seriously and I felt the same about you. I knew you were good but definitely not great enough to beat the likes of me. I was sadly mistaken because you proved me wrong.
I eventually won the title and I practically begged for us to meet at the following Super Card and you beat me again. I guess that makes me utterly stupid for asking for challenges that I simply couldn’t win. Yet you were hungry and driven for that moment. You have been fighting to silence the critics since day one and you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of that. I can respect that attitude and that type of personality. You aren’t trying to settle for being second rate but you are out to be the best and nothing more… I get that because at one point that was me… Yet I somehow have forgotten what it meant to have that drive…”
Christina takes a long deep breath as she continues to speak.
“I guess I have had a habit of not training as hard and not taking things so seriously. How else could I explain losing to Jessie Salco at a Super Card or even to that of Candy Overton a long time ago and many others that I should have definitely beaten?! It’s because I just didn’t put in the time that I should have and been taking every single match seriously. Yet where I have lacked you have definitely excelled and I can get behind that. When I saw you I knew since day one you were destined to be great. I don’t know why your other companies didn’t value you as much but if I am that of Isaiah Thomas you are that of Michael Jordan. You came into this company like a hot shot and I had already proven my worth. If I could have my way I would definitely freeze you out like Isaiah did Michael in his first All Star game…
You need to prove yourself before you get yours and of course Isaiah went on to go to three straight finals, winning back to back championships and his place in his history would be solidified. Little did he know his team would be swept by that same Michael Jordan who would go on to be the GOAT when it comes to the game of basketball and Jordan would have the influence to leave Isaiah off the Dream Team which was the collection of the best basketball players that have ever been assembled on one single team minus that of Christian Lattener…
I feel like Isaiah Thomas. I might have won the championships, might have won the MVP, but to be left off playing with all of the GOATS is equal vent to not being on Tommy’s list of GOATS but maybe just like Isaiah my pompous attitude really kept me away from being received better by my peers. It starts to get to you and there you are as someone he sees as being the next biggest thing. The future champion and as much as I tried to say he was full of shit, and I know how great you are just like Jordan to the Pistons when he swept them in four straight games in the playoffs. You have beaten me in two straight matches. You have proved to be better than me and I can only sit here and say you have been better.
But don’t you dare count me out because I have a clear head and I know what I must do… As much as you told me over and over again that you respect me and my abilities the typical cliché stuff a person does when they got what they want and they feel like they don’t want to look like a pompous ass while trying to say they made it. The reality is you can stand in front of a character and tell me how fake I am or how much of a phony I was and everything of the sort because I sold my soul to Hollywood. The truth is I ran away from Detroit to Hollywood because I absolutely HATED who I was. I HATED my biological mother with a passion. I hated for the first 17 years of my life my father didn’t even know I existed or I had to be left on my Aunt’s doorstep to raise like I was somebody’s else’s mess…”
Christina begins to get real passionate as she continues to speak.
“I get it you might be the girl who might have daddy issues or trying to figure out if you match up to your family’s legacy but I was nothing. I was a mere mistake. I am sure your birth wasn’t that. So with all of that in my mind of course I would do everything in my power to feel accepted. Deep down I was hoping I could hear my mom say she was proud of me. I just wanted that and I needed that. I thought by running away from my problems I could bottle it all up. I thought happiness could be found in other areas of my life. Fame, fortune, yet nothing really appeased me because I was longing for something that none of those could give me. I was seeking approval from my biological mother…
So I was bound to make the same mistakes over and over again. Yet after visiting my mother in her complete drug addicted form she made me realize that she did what was best for me. She knew she couldn’t take care of me so she left me in the hands of somebody who could. It takes a lot of humility to leave your child for me but she did that in order for me to have a bright future. I don’t know why I couldn’t see it sooner or why I ran away from my past for so long.
So with all of that in mind things won’t be like they used to be because I have a newfound purpose and I am going to beat you senseless in that middle of that ring. Yet you are one who always claims to throw my past in my face. You stated you were basically going to beat me down like I was nothing and will always be nothing at the last Super Card. You can go fuck yourself. I was a great sport. I basically put you over and I talked you up and that’s how you wish to treat me.
As soon as Alicia Lukas made her return I felt like once again I became the brunt of every single meme or joke. I was called worthless. I was told that I was destroying the legacy of the title. She claimed she still had a rematch and nobody said anything. I state that I maybe would like a rematch and Mark jumps on my statement. It seems like when it comes to me everybody always wants to harp on me but I could have Bitched and complained. I didn’t I just played it cool and awaited to prove myself in the ring. You can tell things aren’t like the previous times because I found myself in the ring with Keira and I finally got over that hurdle in my career. I beat her legit and proved that I deserve to be here…”
Christina shakes her head as she continues to speak.
“Yet there you are and after you won the title you pretty much didn’t say anything on Social Media. Alicia of course was making subtweets about the champion being quiet, about you basically not representing the company in the right way because of your radio silence. I get told how I am nothing over and over again. I defend you and yet your first tweets back is you actually trying to demoralize me because I stated I was a hero within this company and how it doesn’t sit well with you.
Let me explain something why jump on me when somebody else is directly talking about you and yet you even talked about my rap sheet AGAIN, so much for not throwing my past in my face. Let me explain something I do have a long list of fucked up things I have done in this company. I won’t deny that, but I got that list from BEING here. I basically never left and I was bound to have long list of stuff I have done.
You have women even the people who are considered the greats like Mikah, Roxi, Alicia Lukas and BFTP winner Evie who have achieved so much in this company. Yet what makes me different is I have kept my body in tip top shape. I really haven’t gotten injured and I have consistently been around. I might lose a match or two but I don’t threaten to leave or suddenly have an injury after a title lost. I don’t leave to see if the grass is greener on the other side or simply leave because I don’t want to be here. I STILL COMPETE the very next day. I still remain on the roster, and I will still be around. As awful as I might be I am still here because win, lose, or draw I am always here for a fight.
Even when I am not here my daughter is taking the next leap and I am backing her. For a short period my best friends the Motor City Maidens tried to make something of their team and I was still here. I will still be here because I love this place so much. So if being here for 6 years consistently has built a reputation for me whether good or bad. I would do it all again because I am still here and will continue to be here…”
Christina chuckles as she speaks some more.
“I think the biggest fraud in this entire thing is you. I might be so many different things to so many people but you are an absolute hypocrite. You respect me in one sentence and bury me in the other. You talk up the fact that you just couldn’t see you being friends with me because I just seem to be so OBSESSED with you yet you are the same chick who has basically been telling everybody over and over again how much you admire Roxi. How she was an inspiration for you, and how YOU actually would DRAW comics of YOU and Roxi together… That seems to be a little more than obsessive to m. That is absolutely creepy I guess there is this dark part of yourself that wishes people would start shipping you and Roxi together. It definitely would be a fantasy for you wouldn’t it?! it was until you basically shit on Roxi because you don’t want to be a super hero… How she isn’t a real hero like you because she gave into the darkness with Cyrus…
Bitch! Of course she was bound to do something dark in her career here. She has been here for like nine years. She was bound to have her share of flaws and shortcomings. I guess not everybody can be as perfect as you. I guess our rap sheets would be longer than yours.
NO FUCKING DUH… Roxi’s like NINE YEARS and my SIX YEARS would have definitely built us a library where one could find all of our falls and shortcomings. You have been here for only 9 months so we are still trying to figure you out. How dare you talk shit about what we have done, it’s easy to figure us out when it’s all there in the SCW library for you to watch over and over again.
Speaking of Roxi it’s funny that you can even question how Roxi can always sit there and put me in her WCW every single week especially after I beat her for the title. It’s because I am one of her closest friends. We play video games together, she and Keira were in my wedding party and it’s no secret that she brought me to this company. She knows what I am about as soon as the bell rings, but she also knows what I am really like behind the smoke and the mirrors. It’s called being friends and despite everything they expose your greatest weaknesses not out hatred but out of love. You wouldn’t know that though because you aren’t trustworthy and shut the door on the possibility of trying to become friends with someone.”
Christina cracks a serious expression as she speaks some more.
“Yet because I kept trying to be your friend or reach out to you I am the obsessed one?! Bull shit you don’t see me creating comics of us together. I was only appealed to you because we seemed to have similar backgrounds. We both have that Mexican heritage, both part of wrestling families and have been fighting for approval. I saw you in myself but you don’t see it that way because your head is so far up your ass it tends to be hard to smell your own shit.
Everything wasn’t gift wrapped for me on a platter. I had to earn my way throughout this company. I might have that Hollywood appeal to me sometimes but I don’t want the red carpet to be rolled out for me. I want to earn my keep. I worked hard to get to where I am. I worked my way up through the roster and fell short on three different occasions before I eventually became World Champion. That was after two years of fighting, clawing, and doing everything to get to the top. That was AFTER winning the BLAST FROM THE PAST and finally getting that one on one title shot with Sam Marlowe at the 150th edition of Climax Control.
When I did win my first World title I went on a rampage and beat a list Who’s who in this company. I was a dominant champion with a dominant reign. Yet when I lost that title something happened within me. I guess I started to get too complacent. I might have won the title three other times after that but I didn’t have that drive that I did the first time. It wasn’t about being the best anymore. It was about the status of being the champion and having all of the attention that came along with it.
I fucked up and I have been like a mouse in a maze trying to find my way to that moment again. it’s been filled with so much repetition and making the same mistake over and over again. Yet they were all my mistakes and I accept them. I own them.
As much as I ran away from the past I am happy to finally accept who I am. I am the proud of what my mother did. I am thankful that my adopted mother took me in. Everything that they have ever done in my life helped shaped me into who I am today and I accept that. They did what’s best and there’s no more running. If you beat me it’s because you truly are the better woman and I will humbly accept that. I don’t think you are though because for the first time this match to me isn’t about being the World Championship or the belt. That’s just the added gift of this match.
I am entering this match with one purpose and that’s simply to beat you. It isn’t to further my ego or to gain the attention and awe of everyone. I simply wish to be the best. I want to know that I am the best woman that this company has to offer and I wish to rewrite that lost to Evie Jordan from like 3 years ago when she won the BFTP tourney and I didn’t even bother to film a promo against her because I felt she wasn’t worth it.
This is about beating everybody and being the best. As long as I believe in that nothing can stop me. I don’t care what the masses think. Being GREAT has never been enough. You can gloat about beating a deteriorating Mercedes Vargas like it meant something in your second match. You can try to talk down Seleana like you did during the Super Card that she isn’t there anymore. You can say tons of stupid shit but it doesn’t impress me.
I will beat you and will showcase why I know I am the best. Just like Apollo did by the end of Rocky Three in that off screen fight without the cameras or the media when he beat Rocky and we didn’t find out about it until Creed came out.
This is about being the best and showing the likes of you, Alicia, Evie, and whoever that this division comes through me. So hit me with your best shot Andrea… I guarantee it still won’t be enough. See you soon and you better bring it because I will beat you no matter the cost…”
With that Christina continues to work out as we fade out on her.
