PRESSURE
It's not the end of the world
Think where you started from
To where you're standing now
FAILURE
It's not the end of the world
The best of us rise from the fall
Scene One: This was a mistake.
San Diego California
4 Years Ago
The nerves were getting to her. A tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach, her fingertips sparking like a tesla coil. Sierra paced back and forth trying to keep warmed up, there were only minutes till her debut, a tag match with Carter against some other local guys. She moved down pulling her kickpag up a little higher, fussing with the cord on her wrestling gear to make sure it was tied tight to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. She turned to see a WWH producer walking towards her stopping as he flicked through a sheet of paper and moving the headset and small microphone to the side.
”You have two minutes. Where’s your partner?” He looked down the hallway as a shot of fear came through with the anxiety and nerves. Sierra stumbled over her words as she looked from side to side.
She seemed embarrassed and angry at the same time. ”I-I don’t know. I’ll find him.” She smiled and gave a frantic nod, she was panicking and the producer knew it, he swallowed hard and have her an accepting nod. ”Fuck” Sierra moves down the hallway towards the lockerooms. She moved past a few of the other wrestlers, producers and general stageing hands. ”Carter?.....CARTER?” They looked at her as if she was crazy, she kept moving down the maze of walls and white painted brick.
”CARTER??!?!” Sierra stopped dead in her tracks as she heard a voice through a door, two voices. One male, one female. ”Carter?. Is that you?”
There was a loud banging noise followed by a laugh and a low angry cough. ”Fuck” It was Carter, she knew the voice, Sierras eyebrow raised up as she knocked on the door. ”Hey yeah..coming...just getting dresse-prepared...for our match.” After a few moments the door opened, Carter slid out fast shutting the door behind him with a grin while pulling his ring vest around his shoulders.”You ready for this baby girl?”
Sierra had an uneasy feeling in her stomach, this wasn’t nerves for the match now, this was a sick, horrible, wrong feeling. A feeling of betrayal. Sierra turned as Carter led her back down the hallway towards gorilla. She stopped mid step and turned, before Carter could grab her Sierra got to the door pulling it open. ”You piece of shit….” Sierra stepped back as a half naked [Name Redacted] popped her little blond head out and waved to Carter before moving past Sierra with an arrogant smirk on her face. Carter looked down and shook his head.
”Sierra I”
Her hand shot up, her head shook and she closed her eyes. ”Just, just stop ...we have a match…” She pushed passed him and moved to the curtain stopping as the music hit, she and Carter pushed out and the second the lights hit, the second she heard the crowd the personal shit got left in the back. After the match ended and they won their debut they moved back through the curtain covered in sweat and the backstage area was full, the roster was there applauding, Sierra smiled, Carter came up behind her and put an arm around her.
She shrugged his hand away and forced the smile back on as she shook hands and thanked everyone. The second she moved around the corner she turned and slapped Carter across the face. ”I’m talking to management. I’m getting transferred to the other show. I will not let you destroy me, or my career...we’re done..”
She growled and turned away, Carter went to open his mouth but decided against it. Sierra never looked back kicking the locker room door in slamming her shoulder into [NAME REDACTED]. ”Enjoy him bitch...I don’t need a leech on me anymore.”
Promo: Step up or step off
Aruba.
Present Day
”Good lord it’s hot…”
Sierra sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The sun was out in full force as Sierra crossed her arms over her chest, she dug her feet into the sand and smiled as the wind whipped across the coastline, her fiery red hair flowing to the side.
”Gotta say, working for a company that looks at summertime and says “let’s work in tourist spots” is pretty awesome. I didn’t get to compete at Summer XXXtreme, but I was on the cruise. I was able to drink and dance and enjoy all the themed festivities, meeting fans and hanging out with Lachlan as he got ready for his match. And despite how it all went down, I’m proud of Lachlan. I’m proud he is getting opportunities. And one day, maybe Lachlan and I will team again and try and reclaim the mixed tag titles...”
“But there comes a time when you have to look back and be proud of what you accomplished. And despite the idiots who run their mouths and have little understanding of what the tag division was in SCW before we arrived. See if you look at this company and the wrestling world in general tag team wrestling is not appreciated as it should be. SCW dissolved the male and female tag team divisions, they created a mixed tag format as a way to make it relevant. And despite a strong start with the available teams the titles quickly became nothing but props for overinflated egos to hold and covet.”
“Mercedes Vargas and Kain…”
“So, Lachlan and I signed our contracts and when we saw those titles we got excited and wanted to take the division on as a challenge. To make it matter. And we did. We accomplished our mission. But there comes a time when you need to look down paths less travelled. Through my career I have been in and out of teams, I’ve dabbled being by myself and I had success when I did. Even here. Look at what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished and what kind of professional wrestler I am. Shit I’ll say it right now…”
“I’m the darkhorse in this company. And people need to stop sleeping on me.”
Sierra scoffs and shakes her head moving her hair behind her ear to keep it from blowing across her face.
”With Lachlan needing time off from being hurt after that Ultimate X and also the fact he went head first into the singles divisions I decided now was my time to give it a shot. To try and prove that I’m not just a tag team wrestler like Apple Coren, Trinity Jones and Jesse Salco said I was. Whether it’s Alicia Lukas or Sam Marlowe I don’t care. Or hell, it might even be my opponent Seleana Zdunich. You know, I have to hand it to you Seleana. You have been able to consistently stay at the top of the women’s division and around the title. And hell, you haven’t had the easiest road. You have tried and tried hard. Scraping and clawing. Through all your troubles.”
“And then, at Summer Xxxtreme you went toe to toe with Amy Santino, a legend in SCW and won the right to face Alicia Lukas for the SCW bombshells title. Again. And hey, you earned it, there is no one. No one who can take that away from you and Sel, I gotta say honey, you should be bouncing off the walls and be happy. You finally proved that you belonged right?.”
“Hell, you’re a stand up broad, a woman of the people who earns everything she gets. You don’t beg or strong arm for title shots, you don’t throw tantrums if you lose. No Sel, you’re above all that. And hell I was impressed watching what you’ve had to say over the last few weeks. Especially with your comments towards Amy Santino.”
“But, then again, while you showed tremendous ability to actually see how things are the usual bullshit did slowly rear its ugly head with you…”
“Honey, you said you needed to prove to Alicia Lukas that you weren’t a fluke. You were never a fluke. See Sel, a fluke would be you getting a roll up on her, hitting a big move out of nowhere and getting the one, two, three. You won the SCW Bombshells title, because your wife interfered. That’s the only reason. And for you to ignore that fact and puff your chest out like you’re some kind of great talent who could have won, well. I’m sorry. That’s not how life works.”
“You’re a sweet, naive girl. You are. I won’t deny it. I won’t lie and say you’re like your wife or whatever the hell. But you need to wake up to the fact that you got handed an SCW title you never deserved and never should of had and the second you had to defend it you dropped the ball. And shit, you then got handed another title shot. And you lost that one too. But now you have this huge chance at redemption right? Such an amazing Rocky story.”
Sierra throws her arms in the air with a wry smile.
”But this isn’t hollywood, this isn’t one of those sports movies where you are fighting your way back to the top with a cool 80’s montage set to Survivors Eye of the tiger. You are not in the mighty ducks. No, you’re more like the Odessa high school football team from Friday night lights. The little engine that could who fights and claws their way to a title shot, gets everyone around them believing they could win and be a champion…”
“But then failing at the last hurdle because they just aren’t as good as they believe and fairytales aren’t fucking real.”
“Also I’d like to point out, that even if you take away all my tag matches and the titles I won there, my singles record, percentage wise, is still better than yours. In fact I have lost four matches in my entire career here. Four. And did I get a title shot?. Have I been put in a match for the Roulette title?. Or the Bombshells?. Have I even had the opportunity to earn a shot?. Lachlan has, you have despite your losses, even your abusive beanhead fake ass wannabe latina wife has. But I haven’t. And I, much like you let my actions speak louder than words.But the fact you would stand there and champion yourself as a pinnacle of the morally and ethically righteous while being an abject failure?....”
“Nah fam…”
“You got talent, you have heart but the fact remains you got HANDED a title reign. You have had more title shots and opportunities than anyone in the last six months and still want to play the role of the goddamn underdog?. Bitch are you kidding me?. You have become one of the most popular and looked upto women in SCW. Despite your losses, despite your failures. You still have earned shots over and over again but there’s the problem. We’ve seen it. We’ve seen women like you in the scene, and your wife, and Kate Steele.”
“Mercedes Vargas, Sam Marlowe,.those are names that have bung around title scenes too. What about Bobbie?. What about Cat Riley?. There are women who don’t get the same shots as you Seleana, and yeah, you’re not like the Mercedes Vargases and Crystal’s of the world. You don’t beg and plead for shots or complain. But you’re also not that underdog anymore. You’re a choke artist, you’re the woman who is always hovering around but not quite good enough to get it done...And a win over you?....well...lets see them ignore me when their number one contender is laying on her back and staring at the lights. Then the Roulette title...well….lets see them stop me…”
