March 28, 2021
I didn’t waste any time leaving the building following my win over Seleana Zdunich. I had a feeling of satisfaction finally silencing her when I was still in the building, but by the time I got back to my Saxon hotel room, I was singing a completely different tune. I was stewing over some anger that was increasingly sweeping me as I sat down and reflected on some things.
“Last year at Blaze of Glory, you won the world title…” I reminded myself in my own mind. Previously, this reminder would serve as a feeling of hope and inspiration for me, but now, it was beginning to feel like a real burden to me for the very first time. “You went from that, to…”
My train of thought was broken by the sudden emergence of Clarissa Vega who had just walked into the room. She looked at me and she seemed to be in a rather happy mood… at least compared to me at the moment.
“Great win tonight, Andrea…” she said with a reassuring smile. “...you’re back on the winning path with your second straight supercard win.”
“And yet… I don’t really want to hear about that…” I said with an angry sigh, much to Clarissa’s surprise. “Sure. I beat Seleana for what? The third time? WOW! That’s SO much progress!”
Clarissa became concerned with my sarcasm, of course.
“”Is something wrong?”
“You bet there is! Last year at this same event, I became a world champion and now I’m spinning in my tires, going absolutely nowhere, settling for wins over Seleana Zdunich. How can I be satisfied with that? Sure, I went in there and I shut her up. Great. But what’s that going to do for me? With everything else going on, I just feel like I’m more irrelevant than ever…”
“I wouldn’t say that…” Clarissa said with confidence. “You made a challenge to someone, you beat them. End of story, really.”
“I just wonder if beating Seleana actually means anything anymore. It really just sucks to see someone get a lucky break and essentially get carried to the Blast from the Past title when you know that they’ll be exposed as a flash in the pan soon enough. It sucks that the other female finalist was someone that you outright hate and it sucks that the world champion at the moment is someone you…”
Clarissa raised an eyebrow the moment that I began to allude to Christina Rose and that’s when I paused my train of thought, knowing the promise that I made to her.
“I’ve lost one match in six months and it feels like it means nothing…”
“All in due time, Andrea… all in due time. Remember, it took you a long time to get to where you are now. You’re more persistent than anyone else I’ve met. No worries! You’ll have your time again soon enough… maybe sooner than you think…”
Clarissa’s reassurance made me feel a little bit better, but not too much. She’s not wrong with the fact that it took me some time to break out and become a singles star in my own right, but this didn’t help mitigate the ‘spinning tires’ feeling that I was going through…
Later that night…
“You got news for me, Angelica?” I said to my personal, private media correspondent off the record as we met in the lobby of the hotel.
“I think it’s news that is going to make you very happy.”
“Shoot.”
“Amber Ryan won the world title from Christina.”
Not even hearing this would snap me out of my frustrated mood, though I still tried to force a smile, as disingenuous as it was.
“Good for Amber. Thank god that the division is at least out of rock bottom. It’s nice to have someone I can talk to about that awful person. Thank god that awful person has been dethroned. But really… I wish it was me doing it all over again.”
“Interesting… I thought that beating Seleana might have numbed the pain of High Stakes and seeing her with the world title even a little bit…”
“It didn’t…” I angrily admitted. “It’s still a cross that I have to bear and beating her stupid wife tonight doesn’t get rid of that. Amber winning the title from her doesn’t fix that. You have no idea how frustrated I am at the fact that I went from being at the top of the world one year to being in the shadows at the same event a year later…”
I turned around and began to leave the lobby.
“That’s all off the record by the way…” I said to her as I turned back around and left…
“What’s next? I thought to myself. “It’s getting really ridiculous seeing women that I know deep down in my heart that I’m better than and some of whom I’ve beaten already… multiple times even… getting opportunities that should be mine. Going six weeks without a match because of that stupid tournament didn’t help… that’s for damn sure…”
April 4, 2021
“You can NOT be SERIOUS!”
My frustrations were growing when the card for the next Climax Control was released. I sat on my living room couch, largely in denial of what I had just found out.
“I JUST beat Seleana. I beat Roxi recently. I’ve beaten Keira HOW many times? I’ve beaten Sam Marlowe and she just failed to regain the Roulette title… and yet they ALL get THAT opportunity over ME? Someone who’s beaten ALL of them in the last six months or so? WOW! Way to overlook me, ASSHOLES!”
I let out an angry sigh to further display my frustration.
“Yeah, it’s for an internet title shot… whatever… but GOD, I would’ve LOVED to have dethrone Myra… it would’ve been amazing revenge for all the shit she put me through back in GCW.”
My latest fit of frustration was interrupted when I heard my doorbell ring and this caused me to snap out of that frustration with surprise.
“Oh crap… it’s noon already?”
I checked the clock in my living room to confirm as such before I went to the front door and magically cast all of the SCW frustration to the side. Before I actually opened the door, I took a deep breath to compose myself and to act like I wasn’t just frustrated over the news that I had found out. Once the door opened, I did my best to put on a front for Lorenzo, my old high school crush and the one person from those days that I actually was happy to see from my birthday a month ago.
“Hey....” I said sheepishly, trying to keep my old fluttering feelings for him in check.
“Are you mad about something?” he asked me, much to my surprise, considering how I was trying to conceal that. “This isn’t a bad time, is it?”
“No no… it’s not a bad time. It’s just… you know… ‘work stuff’... has me frustrated. Come in, I already got lunch on the table…. I cooked it myself and everything!”
I stood aside and let him walk in, shutting the door behind him.
“You don’t have to say ‘work stuff’ Andrea, it’s not like I haven’t followed your wrestling career at any point.”
I didn’t respond to this as we both went into the kitchen which had already had our lunch plated and served on the table, much to his surprise.
“Is this supposed to be a date or something?” he asked me, clearly confused.
“It is whatever it is you want it to be.”
“Good because… this isn’t a date…”
“Oh… so what is it then?” I asked, disappointed
“I’m making up for old times. I know that back in high school, I never gave you the time of day, largely because I had friends that kept me away from you and… I don’t know… I was always intrigued by you for some reason. I just wanted to make it up to you for the way you were treated during those days because well… hindsight? The way that you were treated back then was completely messed up!”
I scoffed at what I just heard.
“Yeah, it goes without saying. I was always the one in the shadows. I was always the one that nobody paid any sort of attention to for the right reasons. If anyone wanted to pay any attention to me at all, it was to run me down as either being Chelsea’s bitch or being a daddy’s girl. I deal with the same sort of crap during my career… I always have. That’s never changed at all, really. After dealing with being treated like this for basically your whole life, it really does get frustrating. It’s always been about someone else… ALL the time… except for that one time I was a world champion… but even THEN… that ended WAY quicker than it had any right to and it went right back to being about SOMEONE ELSE and I’m just so… sorry… I really didn’t mean to vent so much…”
“Nah, go ahead and vent. You went through a lot back in the day that you didn’t deserve to go through… plus I remember your dad being a huge dick… especially to you.”
I watched him take a couple of bites of his lunch before I responded.
“I hated being the forgotten one in the shadows so damn much…” I said with a sigh. “I still do. Growing up, all I wanted to do was get noticed because I was just someone else’s daughter or someone else’s little sister or someone else’s best friend. I’ve been overlooked so much for so long that being the center of attention and having the whole world revolve around me is something that I really, really crave. It’s almost like a drug, but that’s not exactly the word that I want to use to describe that. But nothing seems to change for me. Even when I have a moment of glory or a moment to shine, it’s always enveloped by someone else. My wrestling career has made this craving even stronger for me and I just can’t seem to satisfy it no matter how hard I try… and believe me, I bust my ass.”
Lorenzo was continuing to eat, so there was a part of me that was worried that he wasn’t paying any sort of attention to what I was saying, but I continued to soldier. On.
“If I wasn’t that meek, weak, little daddy’s girl bitch when I first started doing this, I probably would be in a much better situation than I am right now. Maybe high school would’ve been so much different for me if I only had a spine. Maybe I’d still be world champion right now if I didn’t let someone inferior like Evie Jordan get inside my head so much and if I had the spine to shut her up and end her career… I HATE the old me so much for being so… UGH! Stupid… so stupid…”
“Hey, don’t be so down on yourself…” Lorenzo said, which caught me by surprise because I knew at that point that he was paying attention to me. “You broke through all that. Besides… I’ve got to be honest with you… this Andrea that I am talking to right now, the one that shoved her success in the faces of our former classmates that did nothing but mock and ignore you… I like her!”
“...you do?” I sheepishly asked.
“Yeah! You’ve changed a hell of a lot since the high school days. You’re more confident, more direct, you don’t hold back on how you feel, you wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re not afraid to show them. I really wish you had all of these qualities back in the day because I know I would’ve paid way more attention to you back then. That shy girl that I knew about then has grown into one hell of a woman the way I see it. I don’t want to be ‘that guy’, but… I’m really noticing how much you’ve come out of your shell since the high school days and to be direct with you… how much prettier you’ve become over the last 9 years…”
I nearly spit out the sip of water that I was drinking as soon as I heard that last part as I was in a momentary place of denial when I realized that the guy I had crushed on during my high school years was complimenting me and noticing me.
“Well… uh… thanks…” I said, embarrassed, but in a very positive way. “I’ve grown, I’ve matured and I don’t take shit from anyone anymore whether it’s my co-workers, my family or as you saw on my birthday, our old classmates. You see these middle fingers here…”
I flipped a double bird, but not at Lorenzo specifically. I waved the middle fingers around for a bit, which actually caused him to laugh.
“This is me saying ‘fuck the haters and fuck everyone else’.
“See, that’s what I’m really liking about you!” Lorenzo said with a further laugh. “You’ve become a go getter that doesn’t give a crap about what anyone else thinks about her. You’re assertive, you don’t let anyone else bring you down. You’ve quit being a victim like you were back in the day and you’ve become an incredibly strong woman who has pushed and pushed as hard as she has to get to where she is in her life. You’ve got way more initiative than most of our classmates, I’ll say that.”
“I reached a point where I decided I wasn’t going to tie myself down to the opinions of others and that I wasn’t going to tie myself down to my family and anything they wanted to say to me. My family hates me because I don’t conform to their bullshit anymore and honestly… it’s GREAT! I’m not that fake, timid little daddy’s girl anymore…”
“I see that…” he adds. “You’re so real now… I love it. This backbone you’ve developed is really something that I’m admiring and…”
Lorenzo takes a sudden pause, almost as if he wants to be embarrassed himself, but ultimately, he finds himself quite surprised at a realization that just hit him.
“...and I think I’m liking you a LOT more than I expected to…”
We both have a bit of a chuckle at this.
“See what a HUGE difference getting to know me is?” I said with a wink and a chuckle. “You’re regretting missing out on me back in high school, aren’t you.”
“Well… I never thought I’d say this but… yeah…”
“I guess I’m just as much of a go getter with the guys than I am with my career, right?”
An embarrassed Lorenzo says nothing.
“You haven’t entirely missed out. It’s not too late you know.”
“This shouldn’t be turning me on so much but…”
“This is officially a date now, isn’t it?” I asked with a wink.
“Look… I got a weakness for strong women, alright? You just happen to be everything I like in one. I guess I really began to notice you when you had your ‘celebration of all things Andrea’. Alright… yes… it’s a date now… unbelievable!”
“See… this is how I manage to get what I want: I just keep pushing and I keep being persistent and there you go! Now you know why I’ve been such a success… and will be again!”
Lorenzo just rolled his eyes, albeit in a humorous fashion… and from that point on, our sudden date continued and my mood at the very least, improved knowing that my focus was off the frustration I was dealing with, with SCW… albeit… only temporary…
“At least SOMEONE made me the center of attention... “ I bitterly reflected on my couch after Lorenzo left a couple of hours later. “...and really....I should be the center of attention in SCW also… but no.... they want to prioritize their stupid Blast from the Past tournament and other women before me. But hey… I’ve forced my way to the top before… and I know that against all the bullshit they’ve thrown at me… I’ll do it again whether they like it or not. Their stupid tournament didn’t stop me last year… and it’s not going to stop me again this year either…”
At this point, I bitterly began to reflect on some really bad Blast from the Past related memories…
Last year…
“So much for Blast from the Past…” I told Clarissa with frustration once I realized that I was being paired up with Bill Barnhart.
“You’re seriously going to count yourself out already?”
“Oh it’s not ME that I am counting out. Sure, I’m great and all, but I’m not a miracle worker… and it’s going to take a MIRACLE for me to win that tournament. They really screwed me with this draw, Clarissa… seriously…”
“You're acting like SCW did this on purpose and had it planned all along… as if it was rigged…”
“I wouldn’t be shocked if it was…” I defiantly said.
“ANDREA! Come on! Make the most of it…” Clarissa said with a sigh!
A few weeks later…
My eyes narrowed with anger as I backed up the ramp, completely miffed. Watching Kate Steele and Javi Gonzalez celebrate was something that really made me bitter…
“It’s never me…” I thought to myself as I backed up the ramp. “It’s never about me! It’s always about someone else…”
March 28, 2021
“That’s why I hate this stupid tournament…” I said as I watched Mark Cross and Ruby Steele celebrate. “Someone that I know I can and will be better than on any given night goes on some fluke Cinderella run carried by an experienced winner and good fortune. That’s what I hate about this division sometimes. Someone like THAT shouldn’t be getting world title shots and main events…”
I narrowed my eyes in anger deciding to leave the room in disgust with yet another feeling of annoyance that the Blast from the Past tournament itself has caused me the last two years.
April 7, 2021
“There it was…” I said to Savannah, as my half-sister and I were watching my SCW Bombshells World Championship victory over Christina Rose and Roxi Johnson. “...my one moment of glory… the one moment where it was really all about me…”
“That was so inspiring!” The 18 year old said with glee. “You went through “dad” never wanting you to be a wrestler at all, the politics of UWA, the abuse that Myra put you through in GCW, the old boys club of OCW trying to hold you down so much, and all of the hatred and all of the scorn a bunch of jealous bitches backstage in SCW were giving you… so you could accomplish THAT?”
“Yes… that’s exactly what I did!” I said with pride. “To date, that was the biggest middle finger I gave my father because I proved him wrong more than anyone else. Of course… I didn’t realize that at the time. GOD, would I KILL to have that again. Losing it so damn soon and then being out of that spotlight ever since just hurts so much. I’ve dealt with a lot of crap along the way, I’ve dealt with so much embarrassment, so much injustice… and it doesn’t seem to ever stop… but it’s alright… someday…”
“Yeah, someday you’re going to win it back and shut the haters up all over again!” Savannah said with a naive confidence.
“I hate to interrupt this touching moment…” I could hear Angelica, my media correspondent “...but I’ve got all the data and research that you asked for regarding… you know… Ruby.”
“Oh. Fun.” I said with excitement, knowing I was going to know more about my opponent. “So what do we have?”
“Well… to start off with, 53 percent… a small majority… think that Ruby Steele is the hot, new thing in SCW.”
“HA!” I scoffed, not taking this all that seriously. “They really don’t know wrestling. Hey, I was the LAST hot new thing in SCW and even then, I was already doing big things long before she ever came about.”
Despite my outward bravado, I was quite annoyed.
“In regards to your upcoming match against her, we’ve got 64% of fans thinking that Ruby’s going to win this Sunday…”
“WHAT?” I protested with anger. “WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!? You’ve GOT to be KIDDING ME! I am the most unique, standout prodigy that has hit this division this side of Mikah! Why in the world am I being discounted and dismissed so easily? Who did you poll, Angelica? A bunch of drug addicts? This isn’t right! I deserve so much more credit than that!”
“According to the polls I conducted, 61 percent of fans feel like you’re old news…” Angelica went a little more into the analysis of that figure, but I was too angry to listen. This was really beginning to bother me and the only way I was showing it is with my eyes narrowing in anger.
“This disrespect is unreal…” I said. “Old news? I’ve only lost ONE match in the last six months. It’s like… everywhere you go, I’m always being disrespected…”
“It’s not just polls… it’s fan feedback. Here’s a report of some of the fan feedback that I’ve gotten about you.”
I skeptically granned a two page report from Angelica detailing some of the ‘mean things’ the fans were saying about me.
“Andrea is nothing but a coward who got what was coming to her at High Stakes and seeing her quit is still incredibly funny to this very day…” reading that nearly made me want to crush that report. “Andrea has devolved into an incessant whiner who can’t seem to find the edge that once made her great. She got to the top too soon and it shows.”
“Who is saying these things?” Savannah chimed in from a brief distance.
“Andrea skipped the Blast front he Past tournament because she wanted to avoid the humiliation of choking in it again…” I read aloud. “Andrea is irrelevant and it’s time to focus on the next big thing in Ruby Steele… OH THAT’S IT!!!!”
I wasted no time at all completely shredding the report.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger” Angelica reminded me. “But in my book, that data certainly proves your point that you’re the most overlooked, underrated Bombshell in Sin City Wrestling right now. The way some of those people are dismissing you is unreal. You’re one of the hottest things that arrived in SCW in ages, and you’re dismissed just like that? It really is disrespectful!”
“You’re preaching to the choir here, Angelica. Thank you. You can go now.”
I held my composure for the moments that Angelica was still in the room, but once she left, I immediately flipped over a chair.
“Andrea?” Savannah said with concern in her voice.
“You know what… as pissed off as I am right now to hear all of that, that’s exactly what I needed…” I said, as my eyes remained narrow and I was doing my best to sift through the negativity and form a positive thought. “...I NEED to know that I am being overlooked, I NEED to know that I am being disrespected and written off…”
“If someone was saying all of that stuff about me, I don’t know how I’d be able to handle it. You weren’t kidding when you said you were so unpopular…”
“That’s nothing new…” I admitted with bitterness. “I always was the unpopular one. But those idiots that said that… they shouldn’t have said that because oh boy, they really just lit a fire in me. When I’m in the position of proving a bunch of people wrong and shutting people up, that’s what I’m REALLY tough to beat. The only difference is, I don’t need to prove ANYONE wrong. Those idiots that participated in those polls and in that feedback don’t know the first thing about wrestling. They’re blinded by their hatred of me, so they have to be biased. That’s all it is. Still… I would LOVE to shut them up. I would LOVE to shut HER up because the truth is,...”
I took a pause and a sigh, before squinting my eyes a little further to calm down.
“Save it for the damn promo, Andrea…” I said to myself. “Fine! It is what it is. Let them hate. I’ve overcome it before… and I damn sure will do it again! Hey Savannah, you want to watch that time I shut Roxi Johnson the hell up at Inception?”
“Sure!!!!” Savannah said with delight as I joined her in front of the television. “By the way, you looked to HER? EW!!!!”
“The only real role model in that division full of two-faced bitches is me… just so you know…”
I scoffed with arrogance as my anger and frustration over some of the polling and feedback Angelica had accumulated began to dissipate. I was beginning to feel a little bit better… but of course, watching myself beat Roxi Johnson is always going to do that…
“I’ve been written off many, many times before.” I reminded Savannah. “And I just happen to do some big, amazing things when that happens. See, some of that crap… I already know Ruby will say to me when she disgraces SCW with her presence. So predictable… but that’s the kind of hate and TMZ twisted bullshit that I’ve overcome before and will overcome again when Sunday comes…”
And now… some of Andrea’s worst haters from the past chime in…
“So let me get this straight… um… Rob Rainier…” Angelica prefaces to “Rob Rainier”, a parody of Bob Grenier, a sexist idiot that I had defeated in OCW. “You made a bunch of innuendos and did nothing but be sexist toward Andrea, acting like she was nothing… and yet… Andrea defeated you…”
“Well, you know… um… Angie… I have nothing to say to that because the fact of the matter is, back in OCW, Andrea kicked my ass. There wasn’t a soul in OCW that thought that I was going to lose, and yet, that’s exactly what I did because at the end of the day, Andrea was a megastar that I fantasized about screwing for so long and I never got the chance, so excuse me for being bitter and sexist toward that bitch. But ANYWAY… yeah, the girl fought with a chip on her shoulder after everyone wrote her off against me and she KICKED MY ASS! So yeah… don’t ever, EVER underestimate Andrea and write her off… trust me on that…”
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“I am here with former OCW owner… um… Marcus Welsh…”
“No no, it’s MARQUIS WELCH…” the parody of the actual OCW owner states.
“Whatever. So, how come you didn’t believe in Andrea Hernandez?”
“Well, it’s because I’m an outdated, small dick loser who loved to kiss the ass of the old boys club, you know what I’m saying. So what if those guys were 20 years past their prime. They’re stars. Andrea never was… or at least she wasn’t until she got to SCW…”
Suddenly, Marquis becomes regretful.
“Damn… I really regret letting her get away. She went to SCW and she proved me wrong by winning the world title. Damn. I’m sorry…”
Marquis becomes tearful and emotional in regret.
“I should’ve never doubted you Andrea. Maybe if I didn’t, my company would still be alive. You proved me wrong… now if you’ll excuse me…”
The tearful ‘Marquis Welch’ departs.
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Live from an Arizona state prison, Angelica is now visiting Andrea’s oldest brother Rodrigo Hernandez.
“So...you didn’t think Andrea would ever amount to anything in her life…”
“SHUT UP!”
“Wow, so the bitterness does run in the family…”
“Yeah, so I was wrong about my sister. Big deal. I know I said all the shit I said to her face about how I wish I didn’t have a sister and how useless she was… but in reality, she owes all of her success to ME!”
“Really?” Angelica asks as she rolls her eyes.
“Really!” he affirms. “I was her original HATER! It was my hatred that pushed her to amount to something because I gave her someone to prove wrong!”
“You wish she’d talk to you again… don’t you?”
“She’s at her best when she’s overlooked… that’s all I’m going to say.. I’m a complete dumbass for doubting her…”
Rodrigo sighs as the ‘hater’ segment ends.
April 9, 2021
“Yeah, you’re damn right I’m at my best when I’m overlooked…”
I say this with beaming pride as the camera cuts to me sitting at a news anchor desk with a complete newsroom setting.
“But I’ll dive into that in just a little bit. For now, let’s dive into some big breaking SCW news. Bobbie Dahl is BACK!”
I rolled my eyes as the production truck inserted some cricket chirping noises.
“That’s very unfortunate… in other news, before the stupid bitch reminds us all on social media, Myra Rivers is celebrating her 250th day as the Bombshells Internet Champion! Many people believe that she is the LUCKIEST champion in SCW right now because of the fact that I’m not in that gauntlet! Anyway, enough stroking that woman’s ego… on to more news…
MORE bullshit unfairness as FOUR women that I have beaten are in that gauntlet while I’M NOT! Can you believe this travesty? It’s like Sin City Wrestling is always out to get me for some reason. It’s like they don’t see that Myra and I would bring SCW HUGE ratings… HUGE! The best part of this would be ME beating her for the title…
Also… it has been determined that Andrea Hernandez, that’s me by the way, is the most overlooked, underrated name in Sin City Wrestling! Why am I NOT in the spotlight anymore? WHY do bitches I win get the opportunities that I don’t? WHY do people like LUCY FREAKING SERAPHINA get an opportunity? How many more title shots are Sam Marlowe and Jessie Salco going to be gifted?
And finally, in the latest news in SCW… Ruby Steele is the female blast from the past winner… oh goody… coming up shortly, my special comment on Ruby Steele… but FIRST… here’s Clarissa Vega with the WEATHER!
The studio shot cuts to by best friend Clarissa Vega who is standing by a weather screen.
“Thanks, Andrea! There are a couple of forecasts that we’re going to make today… first… we’re going to forecast Ruby Steele’s promo toward you!”
The screen comes on with a picture of Ruby Steele…
“The chances of Ruby Steele calling you old news? 50%!”
This comes up on the screen with every prediction Clarissa makes…
“The chances of Ruby Steele mocking you for High Stakes and making it seem like that was the point where your career ‘fell off’? 40%”
“Chances of Ruby Steele coming on camera and bringing up your history with Christina Rose in ANY capacity? 99%”
“But… somewhere along the way, the bullshit front of twisting the knife on old news and cliches that are used toward you is going to pass… and it’s going to be replaced by… STORMS OF SLANDER! And when this storm hits… the odds of her calling you OVERRATED in ANY capacity just like Kate Steele would? 90%
The odds of mocking your recent wins over Seleana and Roxi and burying them as something that isn’t impressive at all? 95%.
The chances of her making it rain even MORE slander either by trying to paint the narrative that you’re ‘not motivated’, that you’re ‘in pain from your father’s death’ or that she is better than you in SOME capacity no matter how garbage and untrue it is? 99.9997 percent!”
All I did was scoff at Clarissa’s dramatic, overexaggerated weather forecast.
“What about the forecast of her… you know… wrestling future?” I asked her.
Clarissa scoffs before presenting the next screen.
“I’m just going to flash through this real quick. Odds of her being the worst female Blast from the Past winner since Courtney Pierce? 100%. It’s going to happen because… well… odds of her beating Amber? Less than ONE percent. Odds of her falling to the wayside eventually just like Kate has since High Stakes? Two. Hundred. Percent. My final forecast on what Ruby Steele’s legacy in SCW will be?”
The screen changes back to the picture of Ruby with “FLUKE” plastered on her face in big, pink letters.
“We’re looking at a flash in the pan… back to you, Andrea…”
The shot cuts back to me and I have a humorous chuckle to myself before I ultimately get angry and serious.
“I can’t wait to see how Ruby misconstrues that and takes it up the ass. That weather forecast was an exaggerated, blown out of proportion visual example of how I feel about you, Ruby. Oh… special comment time by the way… in spite of that forecast, I know that for the moment, you are now, you are relevant and you are thick and thin in the world title picture within your first seven matches or however little matches you’ve wrestled since you’ve come to this company. Oh sure, you’re on a roll now. You’re this hot new thing that everyone is talking about just because you won the Blast from the Past tournament. You come in here with your attitude,with your confidence and acting like you’re hot shit… and you know who you remind me of when it comes to early success in this company? Do you know who you remind me of when it comes to hitting the ground running and being the hot new thing in this company?
ME!”
And with that, I become quite annoyed.
“Yeah, you’re on cloud nine, Ruby. I hope for your sake that you’ve celebrated winning Blast from the Past enough. I know what that cloud nine is like… and I also know the feeling. You suddenly feel like you;re invincible! You suddenly feel like you’re on top of the world and that there isn’t a soul in the world that can stop you. So, what happens is, you think that you’re the shit and you think that there’s no way anyone is going to bring you back down to earth and then suddenly… and this is my favorite part… that’s EXACTLY what happens. Yeah, I would know all about that, because that’s what happened to me. I was able to weather that storm and become even BETTER...and that’s something that I don’t think you’re capable of and really Ruby, that’s where the comparisons between you and I end. You should feel honored that I even gave you that time of day because there are few people that I would ever compare to me and anyone that I DO compare to me… I do so in a negative fashion and that’s exactly what is going to be the case with you tonight. You see… as much as it PAINS ME to AGREE with something Myra said, she was right on the nose when she says that you don’t know adversity. You know who does? ME! Because I had to overcome ALL the bullshit I went through growing up with the fucked up family that I had, I had to overcome ALL of the POLITICS in my previous wrestling companies to even become a singles competitor and a champion to begin with and because when I got here, I had to overcome ALL of the bitter hatred and jealousy that has been thrown my way since I’ve gotten here every time I succeed and I’ve had to overcome ALL of the laughter and the mockery from those same two faced bitches every time I’ve fallen short.
Cloud nine can only float for so long, Ruby… and you’re not prepared for the fall… you’re not prepared for the reality check that is going to hit you harder than bricks when this Cinderella story that you’re the star of at the moment finally hits midnight. You want to make boxing comparisons, you predictable bitch? I got one for you… and it’s WAY better than yours. Two words. Michael Spinks. In his prime, the guy tore apart opponent after opponent in that ring, but he really wasn’t facing the best that his era had to offer, at least not very frequently… so he builds up an undefeated record beating chumps 3 levels below him for a while… picking the bones of the light heavyweight division… and he makes himself seem so much better than what he really is… kind of like YOU Ruby… do you remember how the Spinks story ends? It ends with him finally facing real competition in the biggest fight of his life and getting knocked the fuck out by Mike Tyson in 91 seconds and the son of a bitch retiring from boxing with his tail between his legs, never to fight again. That’s how YOUR story is going to be, Ruby. That’s how it is going to end for you because let’s be real here, you’re not ready for Amber Ryan. You think ‘beating’ Myra makes you ready for Amber? Bitch, you didn’t even pin her after all the garbage you spewed about her. You think beating Roxi is going to make you ready for Amber? Pffft. Get in line. I beat Roxi when beating Roxi was still special. Get used to hearing this, because you’re going to be hearing it a lot… the Blast from the Past win didn’t happen because you were better than Myra, the Blast from the Past win happened because you ended up having the luckiest break in the history of the Blast from the Past tournament. You know what I am talking about.
I’m talking about Daniel Morgan dropping out and the defending champion on the male side of the tournament suddenly replacing him. It’s easy to get by round one when the other woman is BELLA MADISON. I mean COME ON… just about EVERY woman on this roster and their grandmother has beaten Bella… who by the way, is a never-will-be on this roster as far as the Bombshells go. And hell, you didn’t even PIN HER! That was Daniel taking care of business. But straight up? If you had Daniel as your partner and not Mark Cross, the best case scenario is you just BARELY scraping by Mikah and Lachlan and the only reason why you may have scraped by is well… let’s be real. It’s not like you’re facing the Mikah of old there, Ruby. But I can tell you for a fact that with Daniel and not Mark, there’s NO WAY you get past Cassius and Roxi. NONE! Mark Cross basically won that tournament for you, Ruby and yet you act like you’re the tournament MVP when the truth is, you never could be. You only got the pin in ONE of your four matches while your man did the work. And I’m not just saying it because Mark is one of the few people I actually CAN stand, I’m just saying what half the people in the room are afraid to say and that’s the fact that if you didn’t catch that ONE lucky break with the situation with your partner, you not only don’t win the tournament, you don’t even get to the finals.
BUT…
Because Mark has a knack for winning tournaments so damn constantly…
You’re suddenly that hot new thing… you’re suddenly being talked about as the next big thing on this roster. But the fact of the matter is Ruby, you’re a damn MIRAGE! Amber will expose that if I don’t… and I’m highly confident that I will. You don’t get to hide behind Mark and you don’t get to hide behind Daniel. You don’t get to hide behind anyone that makes you look better than what you really are. What’s the narrative going to be about this match, Ruby? That you’re going to prove yourself as a main event contender at MY expense? That I’m just an obstacle in the way that is ultimately going to be ‘just another victory for you’? FUCK THAT! Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve heard all the damn hype about you. I know that you’ve got so many people thinking that you’re going to cast me aside like I’m just another Bombshell on the roster and hell, I’ve even seen MOST betting odds on this match having ME as the underdog… ME! Even if you ultimately don’t say it in front of the cameras, I know you’re thinking that, Ruby because the ARROGANCE that you have had going on ever since you got here and went through this tournament has been UNREAL! YOU having the spotlight, while I get overlooked? FUCK THAT! I’m NOT your fucking gatekeeper Ruby! I’m NOT OLD NEWS that with a flick of the wand, you get to cast aside as just another chapter of the worst written Cinderella story in the history of Sin City Wrestling, if not professional wrestling.
So I’m not in that gauntlet even though I have every right to be in it. So be it! They throw me in the ring with you instead and oh man, that’s a mistake that you’re going to regret because what you are to me Ruby, is a message. The message that I am going to send to this division, to this roster, to this company is that I am NOT going to be OVERLOOKED anymore! I’ve recently become the most underrated Bombshell on this roster because while they talk about people like Amber, and Keira and Christina and Myra… and unfortunately YOU now by default… they don’t talk about me. They REFUSE to talk about me. The two faced bitches here LOVE to mock me for High Stakes and LOVE to forget the fact that it’s my only loss here in the last six months. While I’m on the sidelines playing chicken with Seleana Zdunich, SO many women of SCW past and present… like you, like Seraphina, like Bella, like Candy, like Santino… get the spotlight over ME! While your STUPID tournament is happening, I’M on the sidelines wondering how the hell I am going to keep building my momentum coming off my win against Roxi and I’m sitting there really fucking pissed off wondering when this damn company is going to remember that I exist for a change and when they FINALLY DO, I get my pund of flesh against Seleana. Do you think that makes me happy, Ruby? Do you think silencing Seleana and taking out my frustrations on her makes me happy? It DOESN’T because Seleana Zdunich? THAT is who you should be calling OLD NEWS!
I’m BETTER than settling for matches against the likes of Seleana Zdunich. I’m BETTER than settling for matches over never-will-be’s like Candy and has-beens like Sam Marlowe and I PROVED IT when I beat Roxi back at Inception. I stand by and watch bitches like YOU get recognition that I DESERVE and I’m sitting here wondering when the fuck I am going to get MY recognition, MY respect, MY due all while this company still likes to pretend that the likes of Sam Marlowe are a big deal well guess what, Ruby? That shit is going to change on Sunday. Because even though it’s YOU… I see the opportunity in principle and it’s real simple. I beat you, I immediately vault myself BACK in the conversation I should’ve never been kicked out of. I beat you and I immediately get the damn recognition that I deserve. I beat you, and this company isn’t underrating me and overlooking me anymore. You don’t have the hunger that I do for this, Ruby, because you’ve got that silver spoon attitude acting like you've already got it made, so much so that you’re mocking and disrespecting anyone that stands in your path and hell, even disrespecting the guy that carried you to that fucking tournament in the first place.
You’re walking into this match with the attitude that you’ve got this made and that attitude is going to cost you in the end because guess what, even though I’ve changed a hell of a lot in the last six months ever since I brainbustered Christina into that fucking Rose Garden monitor, there is ONE thing that HASN’T changed and that’s the fact that when the odds are against ME… when people are counting me out like they are with this match… when I have the opportunity to shut someone up… when I have the opportunity to SILENCE the critics… nobody does that ont his roster better than ME! You think I’m not motivated? I’m damn motivated!
I’m walking into Sunday’s match against you with the attitude that I am going to remind this company and this sorry ass division of EXACTLY who the fuck I am. This Sunday, when I defeat you and expose you as the Cinderella story that you really are, when I show the world that Ruby Steele isn’t going to be a long haul girl… when I expose you as the worst female Blast from the Past winner since Courtney Pierce herself… the haters, the critics and the two faced bitches in the back will have no fucking choice but to give ME the spotlight and the attention that I deserve because to HELL with this, Ruby, I am NOT taking a backseat to you and I am NOT taking a backseat to ANYONE else on this fucking roster EVER AGAIN because I have HAD IT with OTHER WOMEN on this roster… especially women like YOU… stealing MY FUCKING SPOTLIGHT!
On Sunday, Ruby, at YOUR expense, I begin to take it back!
And when I DO take it back, good luck taking it from me because that weak ass daddy’s girl is long gone! Funny… you know what this match reminds me of? My first encounter with Alicia Lukas… except it’s a bit of a role reversal. You know how I walked into that match, undefeated and she fucking beat me and humiliated me?
Yeah… I’d say it’s time to reprise that! I’d say it’s time we have another undefeated woman on this roster get humiliated and brought back down to earth. I’d say it’s time to do a role reversal with ME being the one that humiliates someone and brings them back down to earth and with YOU being in that role of being SILENCED, HUMILIATED, DEFEATED, SHATTERED, BROKEN… and you’re going to be left questioning yourself as you cry on Courtney’s shoulder because that’s what disrespectful, arrogant, silver spoon bitches like you do every time you’re exposed for what you really are. This match isn’t JUST going to be me beating you and using YOU as my personal springboard back into the main event spotlight where I belong… it’s going to be the beginning of the end for you… it’s going to be the beginning of your decline and the beginning of you being exposed as that internally frightened little girl who knows that her success is only going to be fleeting in the long run.
So enjoy cloud nine while it lasts, Ruby.
I encourage you to Super Glue those glass slippers to your feet.
Because on Sunday, I’m ripping them off and busting them over your fucking skull.
You know how Kate has become completely irrelevant since losing to Evie at High Stakes? That’s your long run future once this Cinderella run is over for you, ‘princess’. And on Sunday, I’m going to write the first chapter of the REALITY you’ve yet to face in your career… which you will when you’re staring at her right in the face…
With that, I flipped over the makeshift news desk and storm off the set, making it very clear that in the face of being overshadowed and underrated, I was ready to rise up and show SCW why I deserve to be in that spotlight that was torn away from me last summer...
