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[Frankie Holliday]

Well shit.

I was hoping for something different, but the predictable came true.

Bella Madison opened the door for Crystal whoever to get yet another chance at glory.

Why are you guys making my job harder than it needs to be? I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to save you. You all got an opportunity to beat the shit out of each other and enjoy yourselves and be rewarded with all your malice and ill-will for a chance to wrestle for this championship you all want so very badly.

And you let… Crystal win?

I am disappointed.

But, no matter. I will lead by example. I will show you what you all have to do. I will show you why I am the only one capable of changing this place. Crystal is the last of her kind, and this is the end of her road. And when I end this, say thank you.

And do better.

I'm always watching.

Trust me.

I finally felt for the first time in my life that I was stable. I had a job, and finally, some money to really have a solid foothold. I was still missing a car, and a home of my own. If there was a life that really was starting from the bottom, this was it. I used my bike, but it was still a chore to go anywhere and do anything.  I was still crashing at Heather’s apartment, but again, the idea of moving into an apartment was out of the question, I didn’t make enough money, as a stripper and… basically a prostitute, to sustain living in a place with rent. But I didn’t want to stay there any longer than I needed to.

Heather was not really against me staying there, but I didn’t want to feel like a leech. At least for the first few months. As time wore on, I got comfortable and I wasn’t really concerned with the rent at that point. Heather was being nice, but I could tell her patience was wearing thin. I was living there, eating their food, using their water, and I would only occasionally buy groceries. I mean, I didn’t have a car. And we all… pretty much shared their car, but I couldn’t just take it whenever I wanted.

I obviously needed an actual vehicle. But again, taking on payments on a limited budget is not it.

Heather agreed to help me look for a place. But nothing really popped up that I could either afford or stay for any reasonable length of time. The only real plus side was that I didn’t have a lot. I mean, I didn’t even have a bed. I ended up buying an inflatable twin size bed from Wal-Mart. It wasn’t much but it worked.

It was around November that Ryan and Heather were going to head out to Sacramento for some kind of party with friends. I wasn’t really interested, nor did I really even want to go, but Heather insisted I tag along. It was going to be awkward. I didn’t know these friends, I can do fine in the apartment by myself, but Heather would not let me say no. She just kept going with it.

So, the day came and I went. I was only 19 at the time, and I knew no one. I brought my phone, and because I was always taught by Charlie, despite everything, to bring something to protect myself. No matter what, I always carried a 2 inch pocket knife, and a leatherman multi-tool.

Just in case.

The party was just like… any party you’d see. Everyone outside in the backyard of this house. Smoking, drinking, probably doing some kind of drugs, but hey, whatever floats their boat, I guess.

Ryan and Heather encouraged me to mingle and say hello to a few people. I remember meeting the owner of the house, Teddy. He just had the look of a douchebag, so I kept my distance. After doing so, and not really being a social butterfly I was offered booze for really the first time. I couldn’t get one at work, being too young, and I never really had an interest in it. But wanting to fit in, I drank.

The world spun and became a foggy haze. I had never tasted alcohol before so I had no idea what happened. The world was so blurry. It never cleared. I had obviously had too much to drink, but it still felt weird. I remember leaning against the house in the backyard to support myself.

And then… black.

I slowly came to, and I was in the back of a car. But I was laying in the backseat. I didn’t make any noise right away, but a groan escaped me. My vision was still blurry and I couldn’t make out anything right away. I was in a car, and the car was moving. The flashing of lights every so often lit up the car.

“Okay” I thought to myself. “Ryan and Heather clearly are driving us back home. No problem.”

I started to stir when I saw a head turn to look at me from the front seat.

“Is she awake?” A voice said.

My first thought was that the voice was Ryan, but the voice… it was different. I laid still as the person in the passenger seat reached back and touched my back. I pretended to still be asleep or… unconscious and the person in the passenger seat moved my arm and hand to check. I let it sway limply. They returned to their normal position.

“No.” They said, But that certainly wasn’t Heather’s voice. It was a man’s voice, which meant there were two men driving me around. A million questions raced through my mind.

Was I being kidnapped?
Had I been raped?
Where were these men taking me?
Who even were they?
What did they even want?

The two guys made casual conversation about work, sports, and music. But I trusted my gut that whatever was going on, wasn’t going to be good. I looked around from what I could see, and on either side of the car, was woods. So we had to be on a highway of some sort. I had my head facing the passenger side of the backseat, so I was able to slowly move my hands. I felt in my jacket pocket, my phone was still there. And my knife was still in my pants pocket.

I needed to make a move.

I pretended like I was stirring and fully waking up. We hit a speed bump and the man in the passenger seat looked back and saw me moving.

“I think she’s waking up!”

The vision was still a bit blurry but the adrenaline of the situation helped clear it. I looked up and shook my head, I covered my mouth and pretended to gag.

“Can… you pull over Ryan, I need to throw up.” I said in a pretend, but still somewhat real groggy voice.

Whoever was driving, actually listened without saying anything. No one wants puke all over their backseat, obviously. I sat up and put on a hell of an acting job, still being clumsy and nearly falling out of the car. The guy in the passenger seat actually helped me. He took me about 20 yards into the woods. I clutched at my pocket knife in my pants and held it in my hand. He stood to my left, hands on his hips as I knelt down and took a breath before sticking my finger down my throat to trigger my gag reflex. I had to make this as real as possible. I coughed, gagged and spit.

“You good?” He said.

I nodded and started to get up. He turned away from me.

I flicked open my knife.

*Slitk*

I stabbed the man in the thigh.

He howled and fell down. “OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed and I stabbed him again, this time in the back of the calf. He screamed again, and I pulled on the knife, slicing down his calf. I stood up and moved. The driver must have heard the screams and rushed out of the car, jumping over the guardrail. He rushed to his buddy’s aid.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”

“SHE STABBED ME!”

I sprung out from behind a tree, jamming the knife into the driver’s shoulder, and three more times in his back. He fell onto his side as he held onto his shoulder. The passenger was immobilized from his two wounds. In the dark, I fumbled around, and found the keys to the car. Those men were not about to victimize me. I turned and headed back to the car.

“WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! STOP!”
“COME BACK!”

They continued to yell for me to return, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I got in the car, started it, and drove off. I needed a moment to get away from the situation and pulled over. My hands were shaking, my whole body was trembling. I stepped out of the car and actually did vomit. Whether or not it was from the booze or the blood, I can’t tell for sure. I needed to figure out where I was and what was happening.

I pulled out my phone to use Google GPS to figure out where I was.

Highway 80, in Baxter, California.

I was an hour away from home, and weirdly, headed in the correct direction.

I didn’t think twice about it. I got back in the car and kept driving. It was 4AM so at about 5:15, I arrived at Heather’s apartment. I pulled in and Heather there to meet me, a concerned look on her face.

“Franchesca? What the hell happened? Who’s car is this?”

I took a moment when I fully got out of the car, still with blood spattered on my clothes. Heather’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck happened?”

“ I … I don’t know. I woke up in the back of this car and these two guys were driving and I panicked!” I answered, speaking 100 miles an hour and getting all that out in one jumbled sentence. It was slurred and my head was aching and ringing. I fell to my knees as Ryan came out and they brought me inside.

I sat on their couch and was in a daze. Everything happened all at once, but at the same time, all in slow motion. I took a shower and Heather helped me lay on the couch. She even called in and said she and I would not be into work at the club. The adrenaline finally wore off and I went back to sleep.

I woke up with Heather literally watching me. I groaned as my head was no longer pounding, and for a moment, I thought that maybe I dreamt the whole thing.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. What happened?”

“You tell me.”

“ I don’t remember what happened. It’s all a blur.”

“Last time we saw you, you were shitfaced and clinging onto some guy.”

“Where were you guys?” I asked.

“You told us you were good there. You met that guy and you were all over him. Making out and everything. You said you have a ride back.”

“I don’t remember that. I was too drunk.”

“That still doesn’t explain how you ended up with a car and blood all over you.”

That, I did remember.

“ I… must have passed out, I was drugged. I woke up in the back seat of this car. These two guys were driving. I didn’t know who they were, and when I realized it wasn’t you.” I said.

“But they were talking about what they were going to do and I had to do something.”

That part was a lie.

I still don’t know to this day if I was drugged. I was also unsure of what they were going to do and not once did they even seem to mention me. In fact, if they were going to do something with me, perhaps violate me, why would they drive all that way? Why not keep me there, or at least close by? I wasn’t tied up, or tied down in any way. And they were even helpful…

Now I was starting to think they weren’t bad people. But it sure felt that way.

“Did they try anything?”

“I pretended like I was going to throw up and then they let me out of the car and… then it was all clear. They were going to do something. I pretended to throw up and I saw the guy un-doing his pants and… I panicked.”

He did not. But it was clear that I was the victim.
I had to be.
Obviously.

“Oh shit.”

“So, I… I stabbed them. I always carry my knife on me. I took the keys and I… I came here.”

“Are they…”

“I don’t know. I mean… I don’t think so. I stabbed them in the leg and the other guy in the back.”

I held my head in my hands. I shook his head and felt like crying. Everything was a whirlwind of emotions.

On the outside at least.

In my head, I was more just… numb. I didn’t really feel one way or the other. Maybe they were going to do something to me, maybe they were driving me home. Maybe I was just some crazy bitch who stabbed them and stole their car, and left them to bleed to death. Either way, I was safe.

And… on the extreme bright side of this… I now had a car!

Ryan came home after his work was done and told me he would report the car and try to find the men who tried to do something horrible to me. I was annoyed at this, because I feared the worst for me. I might have just attacked two people who were trying to help me.

There was an intense argument about it. It lasted a couple of days as we tried to decide what the next move would be. And I would have lost the argument if I hadn’t searched my stuff.

Inside my jacket pocket was a business card.

Some place called Mica Studios in Los Angeles. I had no idea how I got it or who gave it to me. But there was a number and name written on the back in pen “Glen Lantz 213-480-3231”  I was so confused, but obviously, either Glen or someone who knew Glen gave it to me.

I called Glen a few days later.

“This is Glen.”

“Yeah, um… hi, my name is Franchesca and… I got this number the other night at a party.”

“A party? Where?”

“Um, Sacramento?”

The line was dead for a few moments.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. right. Franchesca. Okay, yeah, Okay. Uh, are you free right now?”

“I… I can be.”

“Yeah, Okay, we talked at the party, and you expressed an interest in coming here. We might have something for you, and someone with your talents. Where are you right now?”

“I’m… in Reno.”

“Okay, can you make it down here by tomorrow?”

“Uh… yeah, I think so.”

“Great. I’ll have my secretary schedule you. I’ll put it down for 10am. Is that good?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t really recall the party.”

“Oh, it was fabulous. Trust me. I can really help you out, but you gotta get down here tomorrow.”

“I… I will.”

“Good. Talk to ya then,”

And then… he hung up.

I explained all this to Heather and Ryan, who were more concerned with me after what happened and settling that matter.

“You’re just going to leave?”

“It’s only for a day. This… this could be huge. Let me at least look into this. If nothing comes of it, I’ll come back, and we’ll settle all this. Please.”

Heather and Ryan were upset that I was just going to leave with this whole car thing unsettled. It took a lot of haggling.

“Look, if this gets out of hand, I don’t want you two to be part of it. You’re good people. You helped me. I don’t want any of the blood on you. Please.”


They finally let me leave. I packed some things, and took the car. I had seen enough in the first 48 hours of a crime that they usually would know what happened. It had been about 48 hours, and I left.

Headed for Los Angeles.

I was on the road again.


The spotlight.

I know you love it so much, Crystal.

This is it. You’ve put down and stepped on more promising talent and now you’re here again. I know you are so proud and you feel accomplished. What would this be, championship number 6? 7? 11? 34? You really want it don’t you? You know, I almost feel like I should just give it to you. We’ve got to do something to keep you around don’t we? God knows when you’ll fall into a funk and disappear again. And we can’t have that, can we?

If you want the spotlight that badly Crystal, I will shine it as bright as possible on you.

You want the spotlight? Here you go:

Are you ready? Let’s put the focus and the spotlight on your words and actions, shall we?

I have to begin with you saying, and I’m quoting you here, you “NEED this moment.”

You need this moment…
Huh.
YOU need this moment?...

What the fuck are you talking about? YOU need this moment? Get the fuck outta here! You need this moment, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!

You’ve been wrestling for 35 years and you’re still only like 35 somehow. You’ve won a million championships, you’re in the god damn hall of fame of like 12 different companies. You sign your name on every company's dotted line that either tolerates you or doesn’t know how toxic you are. You’ve had your moments. You’ve had every opportunity to have your moment for the past 15 fucking years, at least.

You know how many people work hard and never get close to what you’ve accomplished? Do you know how many people would give their right eye for half of what you’ve done? But, you don’t really give a shit about them, they aren’t you.

Which is, to be fair, something I appreciate.

So tell me why, Crystal, why do you need this moment? Is it simply because you haven’t had a shiny title belt in a couple of years, you need this moment? No, you don’t fucking need this moment. You are tied for the most Bombshell’s title reigns ever. How many moments do you fucking need?  You’ve had moments out the ass in your career Crystal. That is not good enough for you? No, I will not accept that as an answer.

Why? Because you need to complete redemption run #4562? We have all seen this movie before. Like holy shit this hasn’t changed, like ever. You treat everyone else that has ever tried to help you like a piece of tissue, you use them and then dispose of them when you get what you want. Then, you give them nothing. Then they get mad, you get mad, and you find yourself alienated and hated. Then you spiral out of control and lose everything.

And then begin the same god damn redemption run where you apologize and tell everyone they are right and you were wrong for doing all the stuff you did.

Then you win a belt.

And the whole fucking thing starts over all over again.

And this has been going on for over a decade.

At this point I just wish you owned it and accepted being a terrible person. Why even bother flip-flopping? You are a shitty person. Embrace it. Own it. I know it helped me a lot! Unless it’s really like… a turn on for you. Scamming people. I mean, no kink-shaming or anything.

That’s the spotlight alright! That’s a good start, but we need more. Let’s shine some more spotlight on you!

It’s amazing. You’re like a vampire, sucking the life out of company after company to sustain yourself. And now you come for this championship.

Again.

Is that what you want? Will it make you feel good inside? Will it fill you with the fuel that will keep that flicking spark going just a little while longer? Will it add a few more fleeting seconds to your well past 15 minutes of fame? I wish I knew that level of desperation Crystal, I really do.

I wish I had enough people in my life who trusted me enough to use them for my own personal gain more than once. I wish enough people gave me the benefit of the doubt as many times as your “friends” do. I wish I had a wife, husband, daughter or son like you do to use and manipulate in order to achieve success. And the best part is it’s not even like you just lean on them when you’re down. No, you go a step beyond and squeeze every ounce of energy and good will out of them. And it’s all worth it because in the end, you get a silly championship belt.

One would think that at this stage of your career, when it should have been over long ago, that you would have finally just realized that this championship isn't everything. It does not cure all or give you any sort of redemption or justification for your shitty behavior and then ends have never justified the means. Or that the whole “redemption run” thing has been so overdone that it’s lost any and all meaning. Winning this championship doesn’t mean you were correct or noble in your efforts.

All it means to you is a little longer under the spotlight.

You are just a leech.

People give you chance after chance after chance when you do not deserve them. And then you work somewhat hard for two whole matches and you are rewarded.. You talk about not getting your chance...

HOW MANY FUCKING CHANCES DID YOU ALREADY HAVE?

They give, and give and give and give.

And you take and take and take and take.

And then you inevitably fuck it up.

It’s what I admire most about you.

But yet, this is the formula. Until recently, where it has finally changed.

My goodness, I don’t think you have anyone else to exploit right now! This can’t be right… Oh wait, no, you latched yourself onto the other has-been still clinging to relevancy in this company, Mercedes Vargas. The only other person would brag about just sticking around so long she’s achieved records by fucking default.

I wonder at this point who will turn on who first? If I was Mercedes I would have dropped you long ago. I wouldn’t want that baggage around me. I got my own and taking on someone else’s is just stupid. I wonder if you will have this epiphany and turn around and say “Mercedes was just pretending to be my friend, she never wanted anything to do with me!’ Which… newsflash, no one, wants anything to do with you.

Which is kind of wild when you consider that someone of your experience and stature should be revered! You should be able to just walk away, and let other people have their moment, and you can be looked at in the same light as other people who walked away with their head held high, and their dignity and self-respect intact.

But you want the spotlight so badly, you threw away every shred of either of those things to achieve a meager championship for a few months.

But you love the spotlight right? You’re enjoying this right? Let’s keep it going!

I would be remiss if I didn’t listen to you and hear you say that when you’re focused, when you’re on your game, nobody can beat you. When you try, nobody is better. Does this include Mercedes? Does this include everyone else in the 5 year title drought that achieved something? Were you just not trying? I wish I could make such a backhanded compliment that smoothly. You are so fucking tone dear and unable to read the room it’s amazing. Someone could mention the Manhattan Project and you’d be talking about a video game. I would actually feel sorry for you, but it’s much more fun to point and laugh at you because you deserve every bit of the shit you get from everyone else.

It’s like you read "How To Lose Friends and Alienate People"and took it as a personal challenge.

OH.
OH MY GOD.
Hang on.

You know, if you wrote a book and gave away the secret of how easy it is to leech off people and stay successful, you’d be an even bigger star! You’ll have another moment! Look, I just gave you your next character arc.

Follow me on this.

Okay, You write the book, see, and then you tell-all and go on a book tour and make a ton of money, and do speeches and give TED talks and the whole thing. And then of course, you have the fallout from the book where people say mean things about you and reveal how terrible of a person you are, but you won’t care because you already have their money! It's a win-win situation for you Crystal. You have a future right there.

And then, hang on,it gets even better! You can then write a second book, retract and change everything from the first book. And repeat the cycle over again! This is a fool-proof plan Crystal! You get to travel more, ignore loved ones and friends and be with your favorite person in the world: you. How have you not done this already? This seems right up your alley!  You’ve got so much material!

Think about it, Crystal.

Now… Look, I’m not scolding you for ignoring and abandoning people. Go ahead and watch this back. At no point did I say that what you do is wrong per say. No, It’s fucking fun! You have to step on people to get where you need to go. You’ve been doing it for years! Obviously you enjoy it! Who has time for family and friends? They are pests, Crystal. You’ve shown everyone that. Look at Seleana. You know why she’s a former Bombshell’s champion? Because of you! And has she ever really thanked you? Has she ever really done anything like that...for you? All she’s done is nag and complain about how you, you, the hardest worker in the family, don’t do enough! That’s crazy talk if you ask me!

I mean…
Loyalty?
Devotion?
Love?

These things aren’t really helping you, are they Crystal?

And all Diamond did was bring you down. She’s a failure, and I suppose you kept her around for sex and whatever. Pussy must have been good, because otherwise she’s fucking useless. I’m happy to see you seem to have ditched her pretty damn quick.

And now you have Mercedes with you. You and I both know this won’t last. She’s not really on your level, is she? Look, if I was you, I’d drop her before she drops you. Because you know what’s about to happen. I’m going to beat you, and she’ll probably maybe win her match, and then you’re the sidekick again. You are nobody’s sidekick. You know that’s the end result. I’m not telling you things you don’t already know. You’re the star of the show, right? Lights camera action, all that, right. Why are you sidekicking for Mercedes Vargas? That should not be you! You are the one in the spotlight.

Speaking of which… How are you enjoying this?

Now, here’s where I’m really going to blow your mind.

I’m only saying all these things, because it’s what you taught me.

Yes, you inspired me, Crystal.

 A lot of what I learned came from watching you do what you do. I am what you helped create. Your manipulation, toxic attitude and extreme ego, are all a part of me. As a young, impressionable youth, I needed people to emulate. This is what you would be doing, Crystal. I’m like a mirror image of what you are, just younger, hungrier and in the middle of some important shit so I can’t be dealing with you anymore. It used to be humorous, but at this point, I’ve learned all I can from you about how to twist and spin every situation. I’ve learned how to spot the suckers and most importantly, just how useful family and friends can be when used properly like the tools they are.

Aren’t you proud of me, Crystal?

Aren’t you happy with seeing what I’ve done already?
Aren’t you pleased I am continuing where you should be leaving off?
Aren’t you proud that this is going to be your legacy?

Well fine. Be that way. The spotlight is one you, glowing brightly. I want you to enjoy these next couple of weeks and all the attention I’m going to give you. Because at High Stakes, I am officially turning it off, for fucking good. No more moments, no more chances, no more runs, no more spotlight. Your time has passed. This is the last time you get any spotlight.

I will take it from here. It’s what needs to happen.

Trust me.

[Crystal Zdunich]

Renovated   Zdunich Home
Hollywood Hills, California

Life felt like everything was finally being put back into perspective for Crystal Zdunich (Caldwell). Her wrestling career was as great as it had ever been in the past five years. Crystal was now looking at being in the biggest match of her entire career. She has the chance to be a six time SCW World Bombshell Champion which is a feat that had never been accomplished before. Record setting history was at stake and it couldn’t have gotten any bigger than being in that type of situation. As great as things were going for her life in a professional sense it was the personal side of her life that hadn’t been the greatest. She was currently living in a separated marriage and after getting physical with her wife in a prior Super Card it seemed highly unlikely that the voids of her broken heart would have ever been mended. As much as Seleana and her weren’t getting along Crystal desperately wanted to throw a huge birthday bash for her fifteen year old daughter, and Aurora told her that the only way that she would even want a huge Quinceanera celebration would be if her two parents would work together on it. After spending the various weeks speaking to various friends and family, Crystal knew she couldn’t hide from this moment.

Hilton had arrange for the two finally meet up and discuss this important moment in their daughter’s life, and Crystal had chosen their California home to be used as the venue. It had been a while since either of them had been to the home as they mostly lived in a Las Vegas apartment as it had been wiped out during the course of the California wild fires but everything was finally renovated. Crystal had been the first to arrive and she just stood outside of the doors of her home as she crossed her arms looking at the huge luxurious structure.

Crystal: I really can’t believe that everything looks so perfect. It’s hard to even fathom that fires would have wiped this place out but it’s back to its former glory and it’s better than ever.  Too bad that nobody is living here; the only thing that’s missing is people…

Crystal kept on looking at the home as multiple tears ran down her eyes. She could only see the scenes of the past flashing through her head scenes of living a happy life with Seleana and all of their beautiful children. The good times and certainly the bad times but what appeared was just all of the times that she had spent with her life. She couldn’t stop the tears from being shed and she didn’t have time to really process everything as she could see a black Maserati pulling up in front of the home. Hilton quickly wiped her eyes and put on a façade crossing her arms together as she watched the doors to the extravagant vehicle opening up. The only thing that Crystal could take glimpse of was those sexy long legs that stepped out of the vehicle. A tall blonde walked towards her in a perfect stride as the heels smashed against the floor, her eyes covered by an expensive pair of Ray Bans shades. As the woman drew nearer she put her shades in her purse and all that emerged was a sweet Swedish accent, one that Crystal had missed for so long. Damn this woman was hot as her wife came face to face with her.

Seleana: Hej…Long time Christina, so are we having meeting outside or are we going inside the house?! Renovations look good it’s just like I remembered it…

Crystal couldn’t believe it, as much as she realized she had stepped away from her wife she just came to the realization that she had enjoyed staring into those beautiful green eyes. The Latina wanted to stand her ground and be strong but as she stood there she kept on falling into the trap of being mesmerized by the woman that was in front of her. Seleana was also acting so cold to her but it was expected considering the way that Crystal had been acting as of lately. Crystal however just shook her head as she immediately reached for Seleana’s hand and grabbed it gently and held it tightly in her own hand.

Crystal: Actually I don’t think there’s any reason to really rush this moment Seleana. This is the first time that either of us had been back to the home since it went up in flames. Before we get into talking about Aurora’s big party I thought that maybe we could walk around and take a tour of the place. It feels like an eternity that we were both here.

Even though Crystal had a firm hold on Seleana’s hand, the Swedish woman just pulled her hand back as she immediately crossed her arms together and glanced back into Crystal’s eyes.

Seleana: No Christina, you don’t get to do this. This meeting is supposed to be about working together for our daughter’s party. A few months ago you told me you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. You walked out on OUR family. You attacked me in a wrestling match. It was so bad that I had to get my sister Zenna involved and now you want to hold my hand and act like nothing happened. That isn’t right, and before that you forgot our anniversary.

Seleana didn’t want to get to this level but tears begin to flow from her eyes as she begins to let Crystal hear a piece of her mind.

Seleana: I know this may be hard for you to understand but the world doesn’t revolve around you Christina. The world was never about you. Everybody told me that I don’t need this type of abuse and all they seem to think is that you constantly abuse me. I am reminded by many that you are just a woman who likes to take, take, and take some more. You walk out on me and the kids and you continuously parade around with your friend Mercedes and constantly beat up on my sister. Now you want me to just magically act like you didn’t commit so many sins against our family… I would be a fool if I just accept all of this. I know I am Swedish but I don’t need to be a joke where people think I suffer from Stockholm syndrome. I can’t afford to be that woman; I have to be better for our children.

Crystal wants to say something back. She opens her mouth and is ready to please her case but Seleana talks over her and is now the one to speak.

Crystal: Sel let me explain…

Seleana: No, you need to HEAR me out! You always talk and now I need to talk. Since you walked out on the family I have gotten offers that I should just walk away from you. I have even had people that wanted to pull me into a relationship and to do so much more but I stood there and I said no to it all. You want to know why I said no?! It’s because despite what you MIGHT think, despite everyone screaming out FREE SELEANA, FREE SELEANA, FREE SELEANA, I had never walked away. If I wanted to be free I would have walked away from the marriage like you did but I am not you Christina!

She clenches her fists together as she keeps looking back at Christina.

Seleana: Every bad thing in our marriage is because of stuff that you do. You are the one that cheated on me and tried to bring another person into our marriage. That was your decision not mines! You are the one that wants to make everything about what ‘Crystal Hilton’ wants. Maybe if you knew how to properly deal with your feelings we would have never been in this situation. Deep down I know I should listen to everybody else and maybe it would be the easiest decision but I still drive the Maserati even though I shouldn’t because it reminds me of you. I still my wedding band because of you. Christina I have always loved you and in the sanctity of marriage I have weathered so many storms. There’s a part of me that is still holding hope that you would come to your sense and understand that this marriage is all we needed, and as far as what side I am. Even when the world wants to speak so much as to why I shouldn’t be with you, I think the answer is clear on what side I support.

Seleana wipes the tears out of her own eyes as she continues to speak her heart.

Seleana: I stood up to Christian Underwood for you and punched him in the face. I took up wrestling to be paired with you only for you to act like I am not good enough. It’s ironic I have waited years upon years for us to really be a thing just for you to basically spit in my face and be paired with Mercedes like you always promised that you would be for you. I find it funny that I am not good enough but yet the two times we have fought each other in singles matches I beat you in both circumstances making you quit and running circles around you in our Ball and Chain match. Seeing as you don’t want anything to do with me I have a sister that is willing to be there by my side…Those are facts. I don’t need to verbally stand on a roof top and say how much I love you when my actions have always and will always put our marriage first.

Crystal finally mutters some words out as she tries to grab Seleana’s hand again only for Seleana to confidently snatch her hand back as she crosses her arms together.

Crystal: I LOVE YOU… Is that what you want from me?! I know this forgetting our anniversary seems like a big ordeal but to be truthful I never forgot anything. Deep down I was just scared. I was deeply scared that I was involved in the longest marriage of my entire life! I know it sounds scary but I have gone through so many surnames, I been married to so many different people, and I was afraid that there was actually somebody on this planet that would be attached to me in marriage for seven years. I just didn’t know what to do so I resorted to trying to push you away instead of talking it out!

Seleana however speaks some more as she looks back at her wife and she paces around.

Seleana: Scared of what?! That I can actually put up with you?! I have been by your side through the thick and the thin. I have been there through your alcohol problems, through the drug addiction. I know you got upset when I asked if you were using again and the only reason I asked is because if that was the problem I would pull my huge network of family and friends who have been through this type of situation to find help for you. it was never meant to put you down, but you rather push me away instead of letting me in… What I find to be more ironic is that it took you so long to finally come to the realization that…

Crystal: I LOVE YOU!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?!  I love you Seleana Valentina Zdunich. I am deeply in love with you. You are my everything and…

Seleana just shakes her head as she looks back at her wife.

Seleana: It only took you speaking to my best friend Michelle, your twins, and our fifteen year old daughter to finally come to that conclusion. It shouldn’t have taken all of that. You should have known from the beginning… It’s okay though because now you finally are getting everything you wanted. You finally have your big Super Card match, you finally get your big World title match, and that’s the only thing that you ever cared about!

Crystal: No, that’s not true! You are what I want. You are what is important to me. As much I love wrestling none of it means a thing if I don’t have you to cherish it with. So please let’s try to work this out.

Seleana thinks about it for a few moments as she looks back at her wife as she loosens her guard and looks back into the brown eyes of the Latina.

Seleana: We can work this out!

Crystal: Thank you so much, that’s all I wanted to hear…

Seleana: NOT our marriage but the main reason why I came here in the first place. Our daughter’s birthday is in a few weeks. It’s supposed to be a huge deal in Mexican culture. I don’t know anything about throwing a Quinceanera and as much as I asked my friends for advice they all told me to talk to you. So why don’t we work on this project together and we will see where we stand after this, we will see where stand after this. Let’s see how much you are willing to put into your daughter and make her day a very special day…

Crystal: Okay, that sounds like a plan. Let’s just go about and do what we need to do for Aurora’s Birthday. That’s all we could really do right?!

Seleana smiles in return.

Seleana: Right, and remember there’s no guarantee that you will get what you want out of all of this. Remember sometimes love just isn’t enough...

Crystal looks dejected as Seleana gives her the harsh reality that she didn’t want to want to hear. This wasn’t the way that Crystal had envisioned her first face to face with her wife would have gone since the separation. Crystal’s eyes fill with tears as Seleana reaches out for Crystal’s hand and grabs it gently.

Seleana: However seeing as I am here maybe we should take a little tour together of the home… It has been a while right?!

Crystal looked up and just glanced back at her wife. She didn’t know what the future held but this was definitely was somewhat of a start. They started to walk towards the door as we leave on that image.






I don’t think there are enough words on the planet that can express how I am truly feeling right now. This tournament has been one of the most challenging and hardest things that I have ever been part of and this is coming from a woman that had one point in her career had won the Blast from the Past tournament. I think what had made this the most challenging thing is I know for a fact that nobody has ever taken me seriously. Sure four years ago when I was holding onto becoming a World Champion for the fifth and unprecedented time and quickly losing it to Amber Ryan might have been a point where I was relevant but since that day I am going to be openly honest…

Nobody in this company had taken me seriously and there wasn’t a soul in the world that thought I could make it to this moment. It had been four years of broken promises and not really living up to my true potential and always being a letdown. That was the entire narrative of my wrestling career in recent memory.

However these past few months have been a true test of me and I would say that I have done an amazing job at really changing that narrative. As soon as I saw that my name was entered into this tournament to get a World Bombshell Championship match I told myself that I would go through whoever was placed in front of me and I would make it to the very end.

I had a dream when I came back this year. I had dreams of being able to be in the main event of the biggest show of the year and long behold here I am in the sub main event doing exactly what I had set out to do. I am now mere moments from making all of my dreams become a reality. Since I made it this far I might as well do the damn thing right?!

It wasn’t easy to get here. I had to grind my way to the top. I had to go through three different women that hated my guts just to be in this situation. At first it was Harper and everyone knows there was no love lost between us. Then I had to beat Alexandra and having Harper as a referee.

The truest test came when I had to go up against the very woman who put me in the hospital and on the shelf. It was hard reliving how badly Bella gave me a concussion after making an example out of me delivering multiple Ashes to Ashes on a chair just to send a message to Kayla.

Despite how much the deck was stacked against me I survived them all and now I am left with the final test. I now get to stand in the ring against a hot shot rookie, a woman who somehow made her own share of history winning a very unique Blast from the Past tournament and after having a small hiccup in not getting the job done eventually going back and managing to dethrone Kayla Richards to win herself a World Championship.

This is going to be very interesting and truthfully this is the only way that things could have gone for me. When I see Frankie Holliday I see a woman who has done so much. Every single match she reminds us that she is a rookie and has only accomplished what she has so far. Good for her but I am forced to give her some respect. She has done her thing and she has definitely has had one of the quickest rises to getting to the World Bombshell Championship.

I can relate with her. I really didn’t get to where I needed to be until I won my Blast from the Past tournament, and even though I made it to the end and had my chance at the World Bombshell Championship I lost in my first outing towards the title. I somehow had to bounce back and when I got my next shot that’s when I finally broke out of my shell and got what I wanted.  Frankie is in the same boat but now that she conquered Kayla she can now stand on top of the wrestling world and is ready to take down all who dare to come in the way of her path.

When I look at Frankie I see a woman that I need to get past in order to prove myself. She is the only thing that stands of my way of getting what I want. Frankie sees herself as the wrestling daughter of Amber Ryan and Jason Cashe.

If I can be honest the real reason why I am going to enjoy this match is because the last time that I was truly at the top of the wrestling world was four years ago. It felt good to be a World Champion but Amber Ryan ruined the moment when she beat me and I never was the same since that day. I never did get my share of retribution for what Amber did to me and I feel like she broke something that night.

Now here we are four years later and I can finally get what I have been looking for when I get into the ring with woman who sees herself as Amber’s daughter. It would have been amazing to beat the unholy hell out of Amber but since I can’t have her I am going to take out this grudge that I have held for so long on the woman that idolizes her and sees herself as a daughter.

Frankie don’t take what I am about to do you personally. You just happen to be in the wrong place and certainly at the wrong time. There is one thing that I am looking to do more than just beat you for the sake of being Amber’s daughter.

I am going to be honest with you I have held the SCW World Bombshell Championship on five different occasions. It is the most that anybody has ever held that title. Roxi had tied my record but in the first five outings I merely wanted the belt because it was simply a trinket to me. I felt that the belt made the champion and with it I became popular and I had all of the royalty and fame that came with the belt.

It was the wrong notion to have and I should have never been thinking about things in that light. Truth be told as exciting as it would be to make history of being a six time World Champion I have come to the realization that isn’t as important as I thought it would be. I know it’s never been done, and I know that it is out of character for me to not talk about stat chasing but I don’t want to get caught up into a situation where I just hold onto what I used to do or hold onto meaningless stats that really don’t matter.

Instead I want the World Championship for one reason and one reason at all, and it’s because it’s the simple that states that I am the very best of this company and I will do whatever it takes to get into that status.

Frankie you have had a hell of a run in SCW. You have fought through some very tough competition and I know it feels great to stand before everybody like you are ready to defend your title against who is willing to step up to the plate but I assure you that you haven’t quite been in the ring with somebody that is quite like me before. You are good there’s no doubt about that but I am more hungry than ever and I really want the very thing that makes you relevant.

There have been five times in this company where I can say I have been to the top of the food chain and have been the best. It’s a proven track record of being in a situation of where I have been the hunter and the hunted. However all of this is new for you. As you said before you are a rookie you aren’t experienced at this but what are you going to do under the big bright lights when everybody is watching?!

What are you going to do when the roles have become reversed and you are no longer that woman that is grinding through the entire roster to show that you belong to be in the position that you are in?! You now have become the hunted and I assure you it’s a very different feeling.

You see it’s one thing to go about and work as hard as you can to become a champion but it’s an entirely different beast to do everything you can to walk away as champion in a title defense. Let’s be honest defending your title against Cassie is nothing compared to what it’s going to feel like when you step into the ring with me.

In my eyes this is your first real defense and things won’t go in the way that you think they are going to go. The true reality of this entire situation is that as much you want to bring down Andrea and slander her name and take shots at her. It’s sad that you have to take shots at somebody who isn’t in the company anymore but while you are at it I hope you sent her a personal thank you card because if it wasn’t for her having to step away you wouldn’t even be in the situation that you are in.

At High Stakes I plan to end this charade of you being a threat once and for all. I know I am the actress but it’s time separate the pretenders from the contenders, and I will take my place back at top.

After High Stakes you will be nothing more than an afterthought. Nothing and I mean nothing will stop me from ascending to the very top once again. The stakes have never been higher but I am all in and it’s time I cash in on all of my winning.

See you soon but it’s time to roll the credits on you once and for all.