OOC: Apologies for the rushed work. It's been a really rough week, and motivation was fleeting with everything going on.
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Predictions
#NP "California Girls†by The Beach Boys
The Waterfront; Long Beach, California
The sea splashes against the shore as I lean back in my lawn chair, just watching, just thinking. Usually this time of year, there are plenty of people speed boating here, but right now, it is surprisingly peaceful. The seagulls are even fairly quiet as I soak in the last bit of the sun of the evening.
Reflection is the theme of the evening. Inward reflection, to be exact. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the future. My future in SCW is bleak at best. I’ve said it before, but like the… trooper that I am… I’ve stuck it out. I’ve waited for the hard work to be rewarded in some way. Even a slight nod that what I’ve done has been noticed. Nada. It’s fine, though. I worked my ass off, and literally got nowhere. This isn’t my first rodeo with Amy Marshall, and I’ve defeated her every time we’ve faced one another. Yet, here we are again. Nothing to gain, and nothing to lose. It’s a safe match to gain “momentum†leading into Summer XXXTreme. Sorry, I need a second to laugh about that. Give me a second.
*Break for a momentary laugh*
Okay, now that I’ve got THAT out of my system, let’s return to the topic at hand. The Mean Girls are currently engrossed in a feud with a new person, a no-name, and a false legend, but since the no-name found a way to smuggle a title, a different no-name gets to step in, instead of… I don’t know, giving me my owed fucking rematch for the title that the original no-name smuggled. The one I haven’t gotten since I lost the title back in December. Instead, you take another pointless face and stick it into this already pointless battle.
Look, I guess I need to get off of my soap box here, and get down to what everyone is actually wondering about. If I paid attention to what people actually said these days, I’d imagine they are wondering why I’ve been phoning it in with not just my on-screen appearances in matches and promotional videos, but in my Mean Girls dealings. Here’s why. We have been turned into a joke, lumped in the same category as in the Delia Era. We’ve been made into the joke of the day. Before being given a chance, people set us up to fail. Even when we (Mercedes and I, anyway) weren’t failing, we kept getting shoved into positions where we were expected to fail. But now, I’m stuck in place. My motivation to prove people wrong has disappeared entirely. That hasn’t changed since the last time I wrote in. Nothing has, except mommy refused to give me the money to buy out my contract. Something about commitments or something like that. Whatever…
So, I guess I should say something to Amy. I despise you. I despise almost every single person on the Bombshell roster, so don’t take it too personally. You’re not special enough to truly earn my ire. But, I don’t need to pull out my tarot cards to read your future.
See, Delia and I have one thing in common. Well, two if you count being bitches that headed this stable. We See, we both beat Amy numerous times until we just finally said “What’s the point?†The only difference is that Delia thought laying down for Amy might inspire her to be better. I’m not that delusional. I just don’t give a flying fuck anymore. I don’t think I’ve been to the gym in about two months. I haven’t practiced any moves since my match with Crystal one month ago. I’ve given up hope of ever making something of my career, so Amy can have this. She can gain the momentum going into our six woman tag match on the cruise ship. You’re going to need it when we get to the cruise ship.
Now, please go away so that I can enjoy the tie at the beach. So rude of you to drop in like this...
