[Frankie Holliday]

I hope you’re happy.

You tried your best to ruin this beautiful thing I had going.

I’m trying to do something here, and you do not see the forest for the trees.

It’s clear to me that you don’t want to change. You like the comfortable. You like the pattern. You like the control.

And I am the polar opposite.

“Oh, I wonder what made Frankie this way? I wonder why she is the way she is. Why is she trying so hard to disrupt things?”

I’ve been telling you this whole time. It’s clear to me that you just don’t understand. Or you haven’t been paying attention.

You voted for me to win most hated. You put me in that light. But I don’t really care. I’m not here to be loved. I’m here to change things. I’m here to wake people up and make them uncomfortable.

We could have done this the easy way.

But, I see I have no alternative.

I’m about to make things very, very uncomfortable for you.

I pretty much had nothing.

I had to start over again. I needed a new phone, since the old one was now gone when it flew out of my pocket. Luckily Sherman Oaks was a place that had the basic amenities that I needed. One trip to the nearest T-Mobile store, and I had a new phone, a new number and a way to get where I needed to go.

I just downloaded the uber app and an hour later, I would be in Los Angeles.

Because this was now personal. Glenn was trying to do something to me for some reason, maybe he had done this to other people, but I wasn’t about to let him do it to me.

No, this was the time for revenge.

I contemplated just how I could do this on the ride over. I’m sure the driver wasn’t too thrilled with me just checking things on my phone and not paying attention to his attempts at small talk. I ignored him most of the ride and we drove in this awkward silence for 25 minutes. As I had a habit of doing, I did say things out loud to no one in particular so there would be a random “Good.” or “Gotcha”. Probably scared him a little bit.

The driver dropped me off in front of the Mica Studios building. Now we were going to play a little game.

I entered the building as part of one of the tourist tours. They went on about the history of the building and how many things had played there and I didn’t really care. I was able to break away from the tour and make my way to the office buildings. I simply walked in like I was supposed to be there. I noticed during a lot of my life that if you just act like you’re supposed to be there, most people don’t question it. I walked the halls, I entered break rooms and bought myself a gatorade from the vending machine. Just act like you belong.

And sure enough, I actually found Glenn’s office. But of course, he wasn’t in. But that didn’t really matter. I knew where he worked, so now, we just played the waiting game. I left and walked out with the information I needed. Glenn worked in the building and he did have an office.

For the next 3 days, I camped outside the building. Mica studios is actually fairly close to the Los Angeles open door mission. So, I managed to stay there, get some food, and shower. But each day, I watched for Glenn to return to work. 3 days went by and Glenn never showed up. I was beginning to lose hope until finally, the 4th day, the Audi pulled in. I watched Glenn get out and now I had my target. An additional few days were needed to study, but I was there. Glenn would do the same thing each day. He’d get out, go into work, and then go out for lunch at the same time. 1:15 every day. I saw that he would return with a Burger King bag every day as well.

He had a spot. Good.

Finally, I made the move I needed to. I approached the car in the lot and used my knife to poke some tiny holes in the rear tire. It would require him to stop. I watched as Glenn pulled out after work and the noticeable thumping made him slow down. And then, a couple of blocks from the studios was a gas station. He pulled in.

It was my chance.

Glenn changed the tire and put all his tools away and decided he would pump some gas. The pump must have told him he needed to pay inside. He went in, but haphazardly, he left the driver’s side door open from where he stepped out.

Bingo.

I watched as he entered the gas station, and full on sprinted to the car. The door was open enough, and I climbed in. Into the backseat I went, and made myself as small as possible to avoid him seeing me. And sure enough he never noticed. He pumped his gas and got back in his car. Night had come so I was pretty much hidden.

Glenn drove around, and stopped at a red light.

I stood up in the backseat. Knife pointed at the back seat.

Glenn glanced in the backseat through the rear-view mirror and screamed.

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Hi Glenn.”

My hard reached around to his should, and the knife pushed through and poked him in the back.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

“I’m enjoying the ride.”

I pressed the knife’s tip harder into the seatback.

“Drive. Or I’ll kill you right now.”

“YOU GOT THIS…”

“Shut up. And drive.”

The light was green and we drove further down the road. We were going to have so much fun. Revenge was going to be so sweet.

We drove for a few blocks.

“What do you want?” He had finally clamed down.

“You tried to take everything from me, Glenn. So now we’re going to play a little game.”

“I don’t even know you!”

“But I know you.”

Glenn drove and continued on until we were in a pretty rural area. Not a lot of cars anymore.

“Pull over” I commanded.

“You’re never going to get away with this.”

“I’m not trying to. The way I see it, maybe we’ll both go down in a blaze of glory.”

“WHAT?”

Glenn had his hands up and was jutting forward with the knife tip poking him after pulling over.

“You heard me. But first, I need to know something. What was your plan?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Flip on the dome light.”

He did so and saw my face.

“Oh! It’s you! Thank god! I thought you were dead.”

“You tried to kill me, Glenn.”

“No! Oh god no! I wouldn’t do that! I swear I thought you were perfect to help me cast this role and look at some sites, that’s all!”

“Where is my car Glenn?”

“I.. Uh… It’s back at the…”

I jammed the tip further.

“OW! Fuck! Okay! Okay listen! It was a big misunderstanding.”

“I know.”

I pulled back and stabbed the knife through the backseat, into Glenn’s back and kidney. He screamed as I pulled the knife back and stuck him a few more times, the sound of the knife stabbing through flesh was an oddly satisfying noise. Glenn started beeping the horn, and that’s when I had to move. I bolted from the car, and ran off into an alley. Glenn put the car in gear and drove off. Glenn wasn’t going to chase me, but I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot.

I placed a tiny GPS in his car. It was attached to my new phone.

I was going to find Glenn and hit him where it hurt the most.
Where he was safest.

We were going to pay him a visit at home.


I see the plan here.

I was such a threat to you, such a disruptor of the norm, that after you sent the most undeserving person and bought into her bullshit hook, line and sinker. Again. What more do you want me to say? Everything was going to be so perfect, everything was going to be better.

But no.

Instead, now we’re right back where we started with this horseshit. Are you happy? Are you satisfied with the state of things? Things needed to change and instead, now we’re back at square one and everyone is going to slip right back into that comfortable, complacent state they were in before I got here.

This is what you wanted, because it’s what you know. I’m trying to help you, Sin City Wrestling. Why are you doing this? Why are you so resistant to the change you need?

And it’s all because you think I needed the title to get my point across.

I’m going to speak to you, directly, Bombshell’s locker room:

Are you happy with this? Are you happy where you are? Are you jumping for joy now that Crystal is the champion and is about to have some probably cupcake run to try and somehow untaint her legacy of betrayal and being a piece of shit person?

I was giving you all the opportunity to step up and be great. There were such good plans, and when one of you eventually took the title from me, you would have earned it. It would have helped you and you would have understood what I was trying to do. You would have thanked me because of how much better this place would have been.

Instead? We’re stuck for a little while.

No, I’m not going to sit here and piss and moan about a rematch. No, I follow my own rules. I’m at the bottom. I know I’m at the bottom because I lost the title. And I know I’m at the bottom, because you decided that I must face Candy upon my return.

Candy.

Are… are you serious?
Candy?

Do you not like her?
Do you want me to hurt her?
Do you want me to put her on the shelf yet again?
Why are you doing this to her?

Look, Candy, I don’t really care about you. You are not important enough to remember or even bother with. I could, if I wanted to, completely take out of this game with the snap of my fingers. I could ruin you forever. And honestly, that’s what they want. They think they are letting me get my frustrations out and that I’ll feel good about hurting you and taking you apart piece by piece.

But I won’t.

I won’t because you are just a name. A person. Insignificant to the bigger picture here. I literally can’t go any further down than this. Losing to you, just means I stay at the very bottom. There is literally nowhere to go but up. Because this is a punishment for me, Candy. This is what they think of me. And it’s what they think of you. You see that right, Candy? They will give a whole bunch of other people random, undeserved chances, and yet you? Me? We have to work our way up. There’s a ton of people in this company who don’t see the forest for the trees, and won’t bat an eyelash at people just getting leapfrogged over them.

This is the type of shit I’m trying to stop Candy.

I am on a mission and I cannot allow you to stop me simply because you are my opponent. I have a destiny, and because I have a destiny, and you are in the way, I cannot be held responsible for what happens. That’s the risk you are taking by being in the ring with me. I’m just not in the mood to completely wipe you off the roster for good. I have a bigger plan that was almost ruined by incompetence. I’m here to change things for the better and it’s obvious that this company doesn’t want to change.

And that means I have beat you, Candy.

I have to get back on track, and continue to show the people in charge that I am the way. I am the only person capable of changing this company and they just sent their best to put an end to my plan. But while I was derailed, it was only temporary. They were terrified of what I was doing Candy. And so you have been placed in the line of fire, for no good reason. You have to stand across from me.

And what do they expect from you?

You don’t really think they expect you to win, right? You don’t think they’re giving you a chance, do you? Because they really aren’t. They’re lining you up to slaughter. That’s the whole idea. You are a sacrificial lamb so to speak. They obviously don’t care for you and want to see you get destroyed. There is no other reason that this match should exist. Literally not. They want you to get hurt.

But again, I’m not going to do that.

I could, but it serves no purpose. It won’t change anything if I do that or not. A win needs to be a win. I had that opportunity to really put my foot down on the throat of this division and I fucked it up.

So now, we improvise.

Having said this Candy, we are done after this match. You will lose, I will win, and then apparently I will have to play the waiting game while some rando gets a championship match they do not deserve and I will have to climb the highest mountain. You, can go on with your career, not that it means much to you anyway.

But just so we’re clear, if you decide to try and get in my way after this… I will not be so benevolent.

Trust me.