Violent Conduct
I was in my locker room that night, down on myself. I was about fifteen minutes away from making my appearance on the Rose Garden with Christina Rose and I was lamenting the fact that I wasn’t on the card at all. There was definitely a feeling of embarrassment and shame growing inside of me knowing that I had gone from being in the main event of three consecutive Supercard events and four of the last five dating back to December to not even wrestling on the card at all. I sighed as I walked out of the locker room, my appearance with Christina looming. I was feeling not just embarrassed, but also angry. When I made my first turn, I would be stopped by a familiar face…
“Hey…” the voice of Myra Rivers called out to me. I turned to see her. She was already dressed out following her successful Bombshells Internet title defense against Samantha Marlowe earlier. “...how are you feeling tonight?”
“I’m not wrestling tonight. How do you think it feels?”
“I get it. I know how tough it can be from being a perennial main eventer to suddenly not wrestling or wrestling earlier than you’re used to. But… I think you’re on the right path now…”
Myra’s words of encouragement did little to help me feel better, but I did flash a fake smile to throw her off track.
“You have no idea…” I thought to myself while Myra continued to talk. “...unfortunately for you, it’s not what you think…”
“Besides…” Myra added, trying to continue to encourage me, though I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to care. “...the Rose Garden is a big deal…”
“Sure it is…” I said to myself in my head. “...like I really want to be out there with that hack Christina Rose. You have no idea what’s in store. Nobody does! You can keep propping things up and acting like everything’s going to get better if I stay the course but… they won’t…”
I kept my internal thoughts going while Myra continued on with an affirmation I wasn’t even listening to.
“Being left off the fucking card is embarrassing! Going from the main event three supercards in a row to NOTHING is DISRESPECTFUL! I’m going to make my own impact tonight, god damn it… I am going to give this ungrateful Bombshells locker room a REAL reason to hate me...”
I snapped out of my train of angry, bitter thoughts to finally listen to what Myra had to say.
“I think you and Christina can really be the best of friends and I think that’d be a great thing for you. You’re both going through a lot, so perhaps you can help each other climb out of that rut.”
“Yeah…” I said with a fake smile. “You’re right about that. I know it sucks to not be wrestling tonight… but I’m going to do the best I can to make the most of this Rose Garden interview!”
“Good!” Myra said with pride. “That’s the attitude that you need to have. You’ll figure this out, Andrea. You know exactly what you need to do!”
Myra briefly smiled at me before she turned and walked down the hallway. I had a bit of a chuckle with myself, largely happy that I didn’t really listen to Myra’s latest attempt at a pep talk.
“Yes…” I said in Myra’s direction after I knew she was out of range to hear me. “...yes I do! I’ve decided to do exactly what’s needed to figure this out…”
I looked around to ensure that I was alone and once I did, I wore an angry expression on my face, my eyes narrowing, my bitterness growing.
“I’ve known what I’ve wanted to do for quite some time now… and you’re no help to any of it…”
I turned and went back into the locker room to reflect on the very moment that I decided I was going to stab Christina Rose in the back…
September 24, 2020
“I’m so sorry you had to find out this way…”
These were the words that Clarissa Vega, the only true friend I had that had never stabbed me in the back, told me when I was just completely numb over some of the stuff that I was looking at on the counter.
“...I never knew that my father was like that…”
I was looking at some old checks over a period of eighteen years that were sent to Clarissa’s family.
“...he cheated on my mother… with your older sister… got her pregnant… and sent hush money to your sister for eighteen years? On top of the fact that he ran your family out of the wrestling business?”
Clarissa nodded.
“Your family sabotaged mine, Andrea… for generations… until my family lost everything. From raiding the talent that my grandfather had under his watch… to members of your family deliberately injuring ours to alter, and even destroy our careers. Fifteen years ago, I tried to train at your dad’s school. Once he knew who I was, he deliberately assaulted and abused me until I tore an ACL and that was it for that wrestling dream. See that? The lawsuit settlement? The injury report? The MRI’s?”
“It’s all right in front of me… and I am so sorry that he did that to you. He always had a thing against women wrestling in the business… even with me. So my dad… my family… con-artists, saboteurs…cutthroat bastards who cared for nobody but themselves… all while brainwashing me into thinking that their family legacy was so pure and so innocent… but they’re nothing but liars and manipulators. The most shocking thing out of all of this is that I have a sister…”
I said this as I glanced at a paternity test Clarissa provided me that proved that my father was indeed, the father of Clarissa’s niece. Some tears strolled down my face once I realized that the hero that I had built up my father to be never existed.
“Why did you show me all this? Was I better off just not knowing?”
“No Andrea…” Clarissa assured me. “This is for the betterment of your career! Now that you see the truth about your family, you can let it go and move on! You can cut every single cord that was holding you back. I’m doing this for you because you deserve better! The longer you had the fantasy in your head that your dad was this huge hero, the more you were going to try to live up to that awful legacy that your family built before you.”
“I don’t even know my dad anymore…” I admitted. “I don’t even know my family. I bet they all knew of this, but they didn’t say anything to me because POOR, PRECIOUS ANDREA HAS TO BE PROTECTED! They played me for a fool! Well… I’m NOT going to be played for a fool anymore and I am NOT going to promote a goddamn LIE! I’m NOT going to sustain a ‘legacy’ that’s crooked and corrupt! I’m DONE doing this for my family!”
“GOOD” Clarissa told me. “Think about your SCW journey here. When you arrived in that company, you took that place by storm. You became a world champion in just seven months. Why? Because you were driven to shut your father up and prove him wrong! You were driven to completely defy everything your family stood for! You were driven to overcome ALL of the outdated, sexist nonsense that your father and everyone above him put on you for years! You were motivated with a purpose to break the mold of what the ideal woman is like in your fucked up family! With all of that motivation and determination to rebel against an outdated, sexist, crooked legacy, you not only overcame it… you DESTROYED IT! You became a world champion by being BETTER than that family…”
I nodded, completely agreeing with Clarissa.
“But then after you won the world title… you made one mistake that would sink your entire reign and leave you drowning for months…”
“And what mistake would that be?” I asked her, wiping away the last of my tears and having a stronger composure.
“You embraced what you rebelled against” Clarissa revealed, causing me to widen my eyes in shock because I knew right away she was absolutely right. “Your dad comes around, suddenly becoming the hero you always wanted, and you let that family into YOUR glory when they didn’t deserve any of it… and what did that do for you, Andrea?”
“I lost the title after about two months…”
“You’re too good of a wrestler to have that short of a reign… because of all this, you’re drawing comparisons to Playtime and Styles when you are beyond better than BOTH of them… COMBINED! You DESERVE to be recognized with the Mikahs, the Roxis and the Alicias… not the Pollys, Electras and Seleanas...”
“But I had such a short reign… and that piece of shit locker room pounced on that… and gave me such a dreadful recognition as a ‘horrible world champion’ who is ‘the reason why the title lost prestige’... and then my dad died and everything just collapsed for a while after that…”
“Right… because you were fighting so hard to win the title back for that piece of fucking garbage…” Clarissa told me with an angry voice, indicating that she had no remorse at all for what she said. “...that screwed up tag match where you got pinned… Summer XXXtreme… the battle royal… it became far less about you and far more about him and that horrible family of yours. Don’t you see the pattern here? When it was about rebelling against your family, you were successful. When it was about embracing your family… everything fell apart.”
“You don’t need to pull a page out of the Keira Fisher Book of Exaggerations here…”
Clarissa just chuckled at this.
“No, I’m not doing that. But you can’t deny the massive difference…”
I nodded in agreement.
“You are absolutely right,” I admitted. “I lost my way because I focused way too much on something that was beneath me the entire time. I became a wrestling star because I did things MY way… but when I did things THEIR way? I was never successful at all. Gosh, no wonder I struggled in UWA! No wonder that in the early part of my singles career in GCW, I struggled so badly. No wonder it was such a dreadful summer for me. Why the hell am I still carrying that dead weight on my shoulders?”
“Don’t… you deserve better! The Hernandez legacy is so far beneath you that it’s buried in the Mariana Trench...”
“I won’t… not anymore. I need to cut every single cord in regards to my family and just leave it all behind. I can’t defend my family anymore not after what you showed me and what you just reminded me of. Everything that has to do with them is gone.”
“You realize Christina is part of that, right? Your family and her family being friends for decades, your father and her father being friends. Her family IS part of the legacy you want to cut yourself off from…”
“What are you suggesting?” I asked… feeling slightly tepid at the subtle insinuation Clarissa was making.
“Nothing that hasn’t crossed your mind. Be honest with yourself. Do you even like her? You have to remember that she’s never been there for you. She’s trashed you in the past. If you really want to be another Polly Playtime or Electra Styles, by all means be best buddies with her. But if you want to be better than that… you know exactly what you need to do! You know what needs to be done to completely sever your ties with such a horrendous family legacy.”
I had a bit of a chuckle to myself, knowing how right she was.
“Yes… I know what I’m going to do now. I’m going to cut myself off from ANYTHING that has to do with my family by severing the last link to it… and that last link is Christina.”
My bitterness and hatred for Christina Rose began to take over at this point as any fraudulent, fake, positive feelings I had about her no longer existed in my conscience. My growing hatred for my father and my family legacy pushed me over the edge. Whatever faith I had in my family’s tradition was completely destroyed. Everything that Clarissa revealed to me regarding my father and his fucked up actions showed me that everything he ever taught me was an abhorrent lie.
“When I am done with Christina and I sever that link… any connection to my family will be gone… and the Bombshells locker room… a locker room full of ungrateful, two-faced, drama queen bitches… are going to show me some damn respect for a change.”
Clarissa had a smirk on her face, enjoying everything I just said.
“How do you plan on severing this link, Andrea?” she asked me in a curious, but supremely confident tone of voice.
“You’re going to have to watch the Rose Garden on Sunday to find out…”
I took one last glance at the proof Clarissa showed me from the hush money checks to the paternity test that severed any remaining faith I had in my father and the family legacy and felt nothing, not even a coldness.
My father at this point… was truly dead to me, especially in my heart.
But what SCW didn’t know?
Was that in a few short days, Christina Rose would be dead to me as well…
Violent Conduct - Post Rose Garden
I had already packed up my stuff and was making my way through the hallway following that assault on Christina Rose. I was doing the best that I can to get out of the building as fast as possible and once I did, I found myself in the parking lot. I found a safe spot where I could be alone and once I had a moment to reflect upon what I just did, a huge smile came across my face. An incredible joy flowed through my heart and it was a joy that I hadn’t felt since the night I became the SCW Bombshells World Champion. I could only laugh to myself as I reflected upon my actions.
Kicking Christina in the side of the head felt like the most freeing feeling in the world because I knew that when I did that, I was completely free from ever having to live up to my family legacy again.
Smashing her face through the screen the way I did was incredibly vindicating because for the first time, I felt like I was finally delivering the massive “fuck you” to the SCW Bombshells locker room that had done nothing but disrespect me and completely trash me for weeks and weeks and months on months.
Giving her that brainbuster in the remains of the television screen was absolutely gratifying because I felt like I was finally fighting back against all the bullshit that I had gone through since Into the Void. I finally felt like I had my own power back.
I was caught off guard for a bit by a light applause nearby and when I looked ahead, I saw Clarissa Vega delivering that applause.
“I’m so proud of you…” she said to me with a smile. “You finally did the right thing…”
“Yes I did…” I said with a smile of my own, this one being completely genuine. “She has deserved that since the moment she even dared to test herself against me dating back to My Bloody Valentine. I have no regrets for it. I personally never liked her and pretending to be nice to her and pretending to be her friend was one of the most sickening things I’ve ever had to do in my life. I spit on her and everything she stands for… and now? There are no more ties to my family! It’s done with! I have destroyed everything that has held me back for months.”
“Indeed you have! But… I have to admit… I had no idea you were going to do that. You genuinely surprised me. I thought maybe you’d tell her to go fuck yourself and spit in her face. I thought you were going to no show the Rose Garden and destroy some of her possessions or something. But to show up on her damn atrocity of a show, and beat the holy shit out of her? I did NOT see that coming! You not only did the right thing, you did so with phenomenal flying colors.”
“Thank you…” I told her. “I’m glad you appreciate it. I sure as hell haven’t felt any appreciation around here lately. It’s not like any bombshell here has ever wanted to be a real friend. It’s not like any of them have ever liked me. But… there was another thing I wanted to thank you for…”
“What’s that?” Clarissa asked me with curiosity.
“I wanted to thank you for being the only real friend that I’ve had throughout the years.” Clarissa absolutely smiled through these words. “You’re the only friend I’ve had throughout my wrestling career that has never lied to me… the only one that’s never stabbed me in the back… the only one that’s never treated me like shit… the only one that has really been there for me through good times and bad. Chelsea backstabbed me. Christina was never real with me. You and I both know how Myra abused me as a rookie wrestler. I lost touch with all the ‘friends’ I had from old companies like Alice Knight, Victoria Salinas, Melinda Rhodes… just to name a few. But… you stuck with me. And if I can find a role for you to be by my side in SCW… I’ll gladly have you on board.”
“Thank you! I appreciate that! You mean the world to me, Andrea! I’m so happy for you that you’re finally on the right path you need to be on.”
Clarissa and I exchanged a hug, further celebrating my actions on this night.
“Now… if the locker room didn’t hate you before…” Clarissa reminded me… “then they absolutely hate you now.”
“They can all bite me…” I said in defiance. “That entire locker room treated me like TRASH for MONTHS. I’m FINALLY fighting back. Christina is only the start of me getting back to where I deserve to be. I’m going to take ALL of that hatred that the fucking locker room threw at me and I’m going to shove it straight down their throats until they choke on it and DIE!”
“That’s my girl…” Clarissa said with a prideful smirk. “...always knowing how to stick it to all the critics and haters. Let’s go celebrate!”
Clarissa and I both left Violent Conduct together to celebrate my big moment as well as the fact that I was no longer anchored by my father and all the bullshit lies he ever instilled into me.
September 28, 2020
On the afternoon after Violent Conduct, I found myself in the same hospital wing that Christina Rose was staying at. I had a vase of flowers and a get well soon card as I approached the lobby.
“Do you know which room Christina Rose… or Crystal Hilton… or whatever she is calling herself today is staying at?” I asked the receptionist.
“Hilton… three doors down to the left…” she said in response.
“Three doors down…” I said with a chuckle. “...fitting considering how I’m her kryptonite… HA!”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing… nothing…”
I made my way down to the left, hoping to get into Christina’s room. But out of nowhere, Myra Rivers popped out and saw me. Her jaw initially dropped in surprise, but when she saw the flowers and card, her eyes burned with anger.
“You have some NERVE,” Myra told me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her. “You’re not even friends with her.”
“I’m here out of respect for what the Bombshells division is supposed to be all about…” Myra told me.
“What? A bunch of hypocrite, self-centered, two faces who are so dramatic that Univision would hire them on the spot for their trash, Spanish-language soap operas?”
“I just…” Myra briefly paused, processing the shock that she was experiencing. “...WHY?”
I rolled my eyes with annoyance.
“Why, Andrea? That’s all I want to know. WHY?”
“I don’t owe you an explanation, Myra…”
“Yes you do!”
“Why?”
“You lied to me!” Myra exclaimed with anger. “You swore on your father’s grave that you wouldn’t go down the same path I once went down. Not only did you lie to me… but you swore off your father in front of the whole world after everything he did for you? When we had that training session together… did you already know you were going to do that to Christina? Tell me the damn truth!”
“It had crossed my mind…” I said with a defiant, nonchalant tone that just irked my mentor even more. “So I lied to you…. And?”
“You didn’t just lie to me, Andrea…” Myra said with a disappointment in her voice. “You made me believe that you would never go down that road. You manipulated me! I did everything to help you get through the summer that you were dealing with! I was there for you every step of the way when you were suffering through your dad’s death… and THIS is how you repay me? By manipulating me?”
I just laughed extremely hard in Myra’s face.
“This isn’t funny, Andrea!”
“You can’t talk, Myra…” I reminded her.
“I did everything I could to help you avoid going down this road because I’d never want anyone to make the same mistakes that I did… when I tormented and abused you for so long…”
“Yeah, you mention it now. There’s no avoiding that Myra. Let me ask you something. Why should I EVER forgive you for the shit that you put me through? WHY should I EVER forgive you for the shit you used to say to me… how I was never going to amount to anything… how Chelsea was going to be a star and not me… how I was a useless, worthless piece of shit… how I was an ungrateful bitch over and over again. How could I EVER forgive you for the times you constantly tortured me and humiliated me? Why should I forgive you for the night you stripped me on national television back in GCW, took that belt and whipped me with it, spanking me and whipping me again and again to your heart’s content, just because you could? Why and how should I ever forgive you for all that?”
Throwing Myra’s previous abuses toward me in years past completely silenced her. I didn’t give a damn about the reformation that she had made since the GCW days, all I cared about is the shit she did to me.
“...you never forgave me for it…”
“You’re getting warmer…”
“So… all of those times where we were on friendly terms… every time you were nice to me… every time you said that I was like a sister to you… every time you said you were happy that I was finally a mentor to you… that was all a lie? You were faking it the whole time?”
“DING! DING! DING! NOW you’re getting it!” I said with a smile. “Honestly, I think I’m a way better actress than Christina could EVER dream of being. Remember when I lost the Bombshells World Championship and I broke down crying and you comforted me and you were there for me and all of that…”
Myra’s face was telling the entire story in that she was so disgusted with me that she couldn’t even respond.
“I gotta say… I put on quite the show. DAMN! I put Susan Lucci to SHAME didn’t I, ‘big sis’? Now are you going to let me into Christina’s room or not?”
“You’re going to have to fight me to get in…” Myra said to me, causing me to laugh even more.
“I’m not going to fight you, Myra. You’re not worth it. I’ll tell you what… why don’t you do me a favor and give Christina these for me…”
I shoved the vase of flowers and card in Myra’s hand and she responded by angrily throwing everything down to the ground and breaking the vase.
“Get out of my face…” Myra said with anger. “...we’re not friends… not anymore. Everything I tried to do for you… to make up for how I treated you in the past…”
“It never meant a damn thing to me…” I said with a subsequent scoff. “...because in my book, it never will make up for anything! As far as I’m concerned, you’re no better than the rest of the Bombshells… you fake, two faced, conniving piece of shit…
I spit in Myra’s face, fulfilling a fantasy I had run through my head repeatedly over the years. I could tell she wanted to beat the hell out of me as she clenched her fists.
“Bye…” I told her as I turned around. “...I’ve blocked your number by the way…”
Once I turned around, I never looked back. I had a total laugh to myself feeling vindication for the past and for the fact that I further cut myself off from anything and everything that made Andrea Hernandez such a weakling ever since I had lost the SCW Bombshells World Championship. I went into the elevator and went down to the first floor… a fitting metaphor for the direction my ‘give-a-fuck’ about the opinions of other Bombshells was going as I moved on to what I felt was such an incredibly bright future without being held down by everything from my family to Christina Rose that had made me such a weak, pathetic little daddy’s girl that couldn’t think for herself… that is…
...until Violent Conduct when I fucked Christina Rose up and enjoyed every second of it…
October 9, 2020
“So you want to know ‘WHY’?”
The camera came on me as I was standing in front of a fireplace. I was ripping page after page from an old photo album that consisted of myself and my father and I was tossing every single page in the fire, further ridding myself of every memory and every tie I had to my family. I revealed the past page that hadn’t been thrown into the fire yet, showing the progression of my life with my father from when he held me as a newborn to the night I became a world champion for the first time.
“This is part of the reason…” I explained before I tossed that page into the fire. “...my family has every reason to do with this. For my entire life, they sugar coated everything for me. They fed me lies. They fed me fairy tales. My family presented themselves as a family that upheld the honor and integrity of this business and by doing so, they made me weak. My father did nothing but instill weakness into me, brainwashing me about the horrible tradition that he carried out for years, that the family had carried out for decades and there I was, like a sucker, soaking it all up and believing that it was all real. In the last few months, I’ve found out that my grandfather was a drug trafficker and an ally of the Mexican cartels. I’ve found out that my father had an affair with another woman, cheating on my mother, having another daughter with the other woman, paying her hush money so she wouldn’t say anything about it. I’ve found out that my father was a steroid abuser that occasionally assaulted my mother. I’ve found out that my father destroyed the wrestling career of my best friend before she ever started. Everything that I ever knew about the Hernandez family legacy was a lie… and I want no part of it anymore. This is of course, without mentioning that I lost focus and got distracted. He had to be a fucking selfish bastard and die right after I lost the world title didn’t he?
He just HAD to screw me over and distract me from what’s important…
What IS important is ME… me, myself and I… all alone! Christina Rose is just nothing but dead weight to me. She always was and she always will be and I have no remorse or regrets about using her in the fashion that I did. We were never going to be friends. Her irrelevant, bastard daughter… who by the way has no importance in ANYTHING SCW related… can cry all she wants but the fact of the matter is that I did what I had to do. I wasn’t going to be in her god damn shadow. I wasn’t going to be just like her. The fact that she EVER crossed paths with me and EVER wanted to wrestle me is damn INSULTING! I am DISGUSTED that someone like Christina EVER wanted to compare herself to me in ANY way! I am SICKENED by the fact that Christina EVER wanted to share the spotlight with me because the fact of the matter is, I’m DONE sharing! I am DONE being a beacon of hope for the small town girl! I am DONE with having my pathetic family live vicariously through ME! I am DONE carrying the family legacy on my shoulder and being the nice girl that tried her best to be respectful to everyone. Sure, I may have a way with words that rubbed people the wrong way… but it’s not MY fucking fault that some of you bitches in the back couldn’t handle what I had to say and got massively butthurt. It’s not MY fucking fault that I rose up the ranks as quickly as I did, made every single one of you jealous of me, and made every single one of you hate me and talk your fucking bullshit about me whether it was on camera with your exaggerated bullshit trying to make me out to be the wors world champion ever… or behind closed doors, behind my fucking back, when the cameras were off and when you all had your little locker room ‘girls talk’.
What the FUCK did I do to ANY of you?
Oh right… I rose up the ranks and made you jealous of me because I wasn’t the status quo you bitches were used to.
Christina was just the first example… and it’s only fitting that I get my Violent Conduct match in the form of a street fight against Seleana Zdunich… Christina’s pussy whipped little bitch who has been stuck in Christina’s shadow for so fucking long that it’s only a matter of time before that shadow becomes a god damned umbelical cord! Aw… did those words hurt, Seleana? How are you feeling by the way? Violent Conduct had to have been a horrible night for you not only because I beat down your wife like my own personal bitch that she’s been ever since My Bloody Valentine, but because you just lost the Bombshells Roulette Championship. You bitches in the back want to mock my fucking title reign? Where’s all the fucking flak toward Seleana and the dogshit Roulette Championship reign she just had?
“BUT ANDREA… she retained against KEIRA”. SO? Who DOESN’T retain a championship against the biggest title match choker in Bombshells history!
“BUT ANDREA… what about Summer XXXtreme?” Did you NOT just hear me regarding Keira? Because retaining a title against JESSIE SALCO is SO fucking impressive… NOT! And Maki just LOST to Jessie Salco so that title defense at Summer XXXtreme, Seleana, just became THAT much less impressive.
This is without mentioning that you lost to Myra in a main event recently… way to rep your division, dipshit and the only reason you were EVER Bombshells Roulette champion in the first place was because you beat the absolute WORST Bombshell on the entire fucking roster in Violet Amelia Holt two weeks after she got lucky ONE TIME against Candy. Yeah… that’s VERY IMPRESSIVE! God, no WONDER people criticize you so much because the fact of the matter is, Seleana, you’re just the second wheel that has willingly accepted being Christina’s lesser twin. And you have idiots calling ME overrated when you were Bombshells World Champion for less than a month? When you’ve been on this slow, SOMEHOW UNNOTICEABLE DECLINE since I beat your ass back in December just prior to that big chamber match where… oh right… you were the FIRST ELIMINATION! All the fucking trash this locker room threw at me should be reserved for you… you fucking overrated, Diet Dr. Christina!
And while I’m not necessarily HAPPY with aligning with something Myra Rivers said about you… she wasn’t wrong when she broke down your psyche and said that you focused on the opinions of other people so damn much and that you needed to quit harping on the past and how you’ve been treated before. One would think that after she defeats you, you’d get it… and you’d stop the pity party… you know the one I’m talking about…
‘Oh my god… every opponent says that I don’t deserve this…’
‘Oh my god… I have to talk about how everyone doubted me every single promo…’
‘Oh my god… nobody thinks that I deserve anything so I have to whine about it like a little bitch all the time…
‘Oh my god… I have to prove every single hater wrong and I have to emphasize this promo after promo…’
Yeah… THAT pathetic pity party that Myra exploited pretty damn well when she addressed you… only, she was far too nice to call it a pity party when in reality, that little spiel you do is so fucking pathetic it made my sob story over my dad seem like an Oscar winner. Did you learn your lesson from losing to Myra, though?
NO!
You may not have gone into your sob story when you faced Johanna… but what did you do? You spent the first half of your promo CRYING over the shit that Christina got over Twitter. You’re defending the title against Johanna Krieger. The Roulette Championship deserves its own spotlight and as the champion… you BOMBED! Instead of making this about defending the title, you literally nuke any focus and attention on it when you spend half of your time addressing a situation that had NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! It’s Krieger vs. Zdunich for the Roulette Championship… WHO CARES ABOUT CHRISTINA AND SOCIAL MEDIA? THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, YOUR TITLE, OR YOUR TITLE DEFENSE! GOD, no WONDER you’re stuck in Christina’s shadow you FUCKING, STUPID, BITCH! Focus on YOU, not on HER! Then the second time you cut a promo for that title defense… there you go again…
“MY FEELS! I NEED TO PROVE MYSELF!”
“I am still dismissed, degraded, downgraded and disrespected as if I have done nothing…”
LITERALLY THE SAME SHIT MYRA SAID YOU NEEDED TO STOP DOING… YOU’RE STILL DOING!
My god, do you learn ANYTHING?
You learned NOTHING after Myra defeated you! Instead of being the champion that you should’ve been, you’re STILL clinging on to that underdog story that has long worn out its welcome and you’re STILL whining about being disrespected… and you’re STILL whining about proving yourself… and having said all that… you know who you remind me of?
The OLD Andrea…
Oh my god… where do I begin with her?
I get you because I used to be like you. I came into this company and I spent how long whining about OCW? I spent how long whining about UWA? I spent how long talking about proving myself and addressing all the criticism and hate that was constantly coming my way and saying ‘well, I’m going to prove them wrong because that’s what I do and here are all the examples of me proving them wrong’?
TOO LONG!
You’re STILL making the same mistake that I used to make and being stuck in that mindset while I’ve grown the fuck out of it? That’s why I’m beating your fucking ass, Seleana. That’s why I’m going to put you in the same damn hospital I put Christina in last week and hell… I will GLADLY give you a fucking concusion too, I don’t give a damn about your well being! I don’t give a damn about ANYONE’S health, actually! I don’t give a fuck about anyone else but ME! You’re stuck in my old weaknesses! Unlike you, I don’t NEED to prove myself because I already have! Unlike you, I don’t NEED to prove my doubters wrong because every time I step into that ring, I KNOW I get to shut them the fuck up and send them crying to the other girls in the locker room talking about how ‘mean, old Andrea hurt me… waaaah….’. I have nothing to prove to anyone else because I’ve already proven myself. I’ve been to the damn top! I’ve beaten some of the best this division has to offer. I’m not stuck on pathetic underdog stories and I’m sure as hell not stuck on proving the haters wrong. You’re TIRED of the disrespect… and I get it because I am too in my own right…
But the difference between you and I is that while you WHINE about it… I DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
And that’s not the only old weakness I’ve discarded…
There’s the issue of ‘family’...
I know for a fact that you’re going to come into this with the mindset of wanting to avenge Christina and to win one for her as you further prove that you haven’t learned ANYTHING! You lost the Roulette Championship partially because you were more worried about Christina and social media and not about your title and Johanna. That’s yet another strike against you this Sunday. Instead of focusing on YOU and YOUR career, you’re going to make everything about her! “Win one for Christy!” “I shall avenge thy Christina!” You’re putting ALL of your heart and soul on the line for her knowing in the back of your mind that if you DON’T beat me, you’re going to feel like a failure of a wrestler and a failure of a wife because that’s what MORONS like YOU who hang their hearts on other people and not wanting to let people down feel like…
...and I know this because all summer, that’s what I had been doing with my dad! I WAS a moron, Seleana. I didn’t focus on me, I focused on my dad. I felt like the worst daughter ever when I couldn’t win back the world title for him…
But that’s over…
FUCK my father! This isn’t about HIM, it’s about ME! That main event is about MY spotlight! Sunday is about ME doing what I need to do to get back to the top where I DESERVE to be! Sunday is about ME showing the damn locker room that the old Andrea… the Phoenix… that they loved to slander, to hate on, to drag through the mud, to constantly criticize at every turn… is just as DEAD as my trash ass excuse of a father who… I never thought I’d say this… but thank GOD the bastard is dead… because how he doesn’t get to steal my shine anymore… now he doesn’t anchor me anymore…
You want to fight to PROVE THE CRITICS WRONG and fight to AVENGE CHRISTINA and be all up in your fucking feelings… be my fucking guest… make it that much easier for me...
But all you’re doing is making it easier for me on Sunday… when I put you in your place… when I send you crying back to Christina saying ‘I’m so sorry that I failed you… while tears flood your face and while you’re crying yourself to sleep feeling like the pathetic little bitch that you are...
Tu eres pura mierda! Patética, idiotia sueca!
And you’re going to regret getting into the ring with me and trying to play HERO you self-hating, second fiddle, malcontent, sob story CUNT!
The phoenix is DEAD…
And in its place?
It’s the prima Latina of Sin City Wrestling that’s going to burn down this entire fucking division and continue to make all you bitches CRY!”
Satisfied with my own words, I stand up and shut off the camera… feeling no remorse or regret at all for anything that I just said to my opponent on Sunday!
