(OOC Note: All content in this roleplay is In Character and reflects the thoughts and opinions of the character)
November 10, 2020
“This is just too damn much…”
I was extremely annoyed and unhappy at the fact that I was about to enter a psychiatrist's office. If that wasn’t annoying enough, the fact that my mother and older brother were standing in front of me, all but joining me as part of what was about to take place, just made things even worse.
“I swear, this has got to be some kind of conspiracy…” I said to my ‘family’.
“It’s not a conspiracy sis…” Eddie told me.
“We’re just trying to help you!” my mother added.
“I don’t NEED help, OKAY? The fact that you got Myra to set this whole ‘intervention’ up is asinine! Like I’m supposed to take this seriously? Come on! She helped you both set this up and on top of that, she got her quack of a cousin to be holding this intervention. I don’t NEED a fucking intervention! I don’t WANT this intervention! The only reason why I am doing this is to shut you both up and so you can leave me alone.”
Almost on cue, the door to the office opened and a woman that was around Myra Rivers’s age came out.
“Everything’s all set up” the psychiatrist said. “We’re ready to begin the intervention.”
I rolled my eyes as I reluctantly followed my ‘family’ inside of the office. The door was closed behind us and we all took our seats. The more time passed, the more I was already hating the fact that I was even here at all.
“Before we begin this intervention, I wanted to introduce myself… I’m Cynthia Rivers and…”
“And…” I interrupted “... we’re only doing this because my two faced cousin wants to ‘help me’ by trying to snap me out of… whatever. Cut the crap, can we just get this over with?”
“Andrea… please…” my mother tried to plead.
“It’s fine. We can skip all the introductions. Andrea, we’re here today because you have people that love and care about you that are very concerned about you.”
“PLEASE!” I said with a scoff. “Why in god’s name would there be ANY concern about me? Have you seen me in SCW lately? I’m on FIRE!”
“Oh we have seen you in SCW lately…” my brother said. “That’s part of our concern…”
“You tore down your father’s old wrestling school and set everything that you had of him on fire, Andrea…” my mother added.
“Then you went to dad’s grave and you buried it, smashing the old GameCube over it and blaming him for everything that you’re going through…” my brother recapped.
“Yeah? So?”
“It’s not normal behavior, sweetheart…” my mother said, which caused me to roll my eyes.
“She’s not wrong…” Dr. Rivers said. “The way you’ve been behaving is not exactly the definition of normal. You’ve especially had it out against Christina Rose and the Hiltons for so long… for much longer than the last couple of months. That’s what I want to talk about. What’s with this massive hatred that you have for her? I feel that this hatred that you have for Christina is the biggest cause of all of this behavior.”
“Christina is just part of the problem…” I stated to Myra’s cousin. “That problem? It’s the ‘family legacy’. It’s that I was fed a bunch of lies growing up by my father about how prestigious and honorable that legacy was when they were all a bunch of two faced liars. Christina is a part of that because her father and mine were tag champions in Mexico and were very close friends and in MY book, her family is an ENABLER of my family’s bullshit! I don’t want to do things the family way. I want to do things MY way!”
I took a pause for a moment when I noticed that Dr. Rivers was taking notes.
“Being friends with Christina would just be THEIR way and I can’t have that! All the years that I was subjected to being like THEM and following in THEIR footsteps when I was always good enough to create my own!”
“When did this whole thing with Christina start?” Dr. Rivers asked me.
“Last year… December…” I reflected. “It was around that time when I started to private vlog my career and such. I’ve been doing it consistently since then. I have these vlogs on my phone if you want to see them.”
“I don’t see the harm. Perhaps there’s some footage that the SCW fans won’t get to see that may explain some things.”
“I’ll set it up for you…” my brother offered. I shrugged as I gave him my phone and a cord to attach it to a nearby laptop which was connected via HDMI to a big screen TV monitor.
“Anyway… Christina went on camera and she talked about how I reminded her of her, which first off, is an INSULT because I already knew her reputation when I walked into the door in SCW and she was the LAST person I ever wanted to be compared to. She’s talking about being a FANGIRL because of my Mexican ties and she’s buttering me up and kissing my ass and it ALWAYS bothered me! I didn’t ask for a rat like her to praise me! Honestly? I’ve always felt like she’s beneath me. The feeling of love and friendship between her and I has never been mutual. It was always one way. It was just too damn much for me. I didn’t hate her or even dislike her, not at first, but I did find her annoying. So, the chamber match happens and she wants to face me one on one. I remember a Climax Control back in January when she goes on camera and talks about wanting to face me. That night, I had a four way number one contender’s match to see who would face Roxi for the world title and I mainly downplayed it. On camera, I said ‘sure, I wouldn’t mind’. But when the SCW cameras were off…”
I paused, scoffing with no remorse at all.
“...Eddie… play some footage please. Climax Control 258…”
My brother finds the footage I was talking about and he clicks play…
CLIMAX CONTROL 258 (OFF CAMERA)
“Hello world…” I said to my personal camera on the night of Climax Control 258 back in January. “So I just wrapped up an interview with Holly Wood talking about a HUGE match tonight when I plan on beating Bobbie, Sam and Keira to become the number one contender to the World Championship and it went fine… except for the part about Christina.”
“Are you recording something?” I heard Clarissa Vega on speaker say from my cell phone. I laughed as I picked up the phone and continued the behind the scenes footage.
“I am. I just want to document the journey, you know? I hope that’s okay with you. I promise you, this footage will never go public.”
“It’s fine. So, you’ve got plenty on your plate with the four way and Christina Rose and all.”
“I’m SO winning that four way Clarissa. Really, it’d be a DREAM of mine to face Roxi for a world championship and I’m going to realize it. I would LOVE to face her! Christina on the other hand… she can fuck off…”
“Excuse me?” Clarissa said in disbelief. “But you were saying some nice things about her on camera and everything.”
“I’m faking it.” I shamelessly admitted. Christina is just an annoyance to me. I could never like her knowing what I know about her. “I’ve got to put on the ‘good girl’ show for the fans and all. Between you and me… I don’t WANT to face her.”
“Why not?” Clarissa asked.
“Because I don’t fucking like her, that’s why. She’s annoying as fuck. Her fangirling over me last month when the Chamber was coming up is just… EW! It’s so fucking stupid! How old is she? I get it, I’m great and all! I’m one of the hottest rising stars in wrestling. Yeah, thanks. But I don’t need a parasite like her kissing my ass! But, I’m not worried about it because I am NOT going to be facing Christina at My Bloody Valentine. I’ll be facing Roxi! The only way I’m ever accepting that stupid challenge with that hyphenated Latina is if I lose tonight…”
At that point, that’s when I shut off the camera, cutting out the footage in the intervention. My mother and brother were floored by this.
“So this has been happening for… a while…” my mother said through her surprise.
“You’ve had contempt for her for that long? Just because she was ‘fangirling’ over you and wanted to wrestle you in a match?” my brother asked me.
“I’ve NEVER cared for that woman…” I admitted. “From the BEGINNING, I’ve NEVER held her in a positive regard.”
“But you lost that four way match…” Dr. Rivers reminded me. “... so as it turns out, you DID have to face her at My Bloody Valentine. When that all became a reality, how did that make you feel?”
Suddenly, I became angry again.
“Awful…” I answered. “...and the worst part wasn’t losing that match, it was having to face her because I lost that four way…”
At this point, I began to express my immediate feelings following the night that my first one on one encounter with Christina Rose became official…
FOLLOWING CLIMAX CONTROL 258…
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!” I screamed into the phone once I got back to my hotel room following that disappointing four way match in which Bobbie Dahl had won to become the number one contender to Roxi’s World Championship. “Why is it that every time I try to take that next step to main event status, I ALWAYS fail? I’m getting so sick of this, Clarissa!”
“It’s only a matter of time though…” my best friend tried to remind me.
“When’s it going to be MY time, damn it?” I asked her in such a whiny voice. “I’m tired of always falling short when it matters the most. I’m so tired of proving all the bullshit haters I’ve ever worked with in this business right.”
“Andrea, I understand your frustration, but just know that you ARE going to silence them. Being unable to take the next step is frustrating, I agree with you on that, but things are going to get better. Besides, it’s not like you’re lost in the wilderness as far as My Bloody Valentine goes. You still have that challenge with Christina Rose that you can take…”
I openly groaned at this, showing my displeasure. “That’s the worst part…” I told Clarissa. “I HAVE to face her now. I HAVE to accept that challenge.”
“So if you don’t want to wrestle her, then why take up the challenge?”
“It’s real simple. When the SCW cameras are on, the fans expect the underdog story that doesn’t back down from a fight. I’m expected to be a beacon of hope for people and I have to be a positive role model about this. If I say ‘no’ to her challenge, then that’s going to destroy my credibility and I can’t have that. If I have to swallow my pride and wrestle someone like THAT, then so be it. But UGH… I really DON’T want to! I can’t stand her, Clarissa! I just don’t! Do you know how hard it is to pretend that I can actually tolerate her? Do you know how hard it is to pretend that I don’t feel about her the way I do? It’s like I have to be an Oscar winning actress on top of being a professional wrestler! So yeah… I have no choice but to reluctantly accept her stupid challenge…”
I sighed with anger and bitterness.
“Losing that four way to Bobbie Dahl was bad enough for fuck’s sake! Now THIS? If it were up to me, Christina would fall from a 20 foot ladder and suffer a concussion or something… or hell… maybe someone can bash her face through a monitor. I’m sorry, Clarissa it’s just… she rubs me the wrong way. You know how there are some people that you come across that you just can’t stand when you look at them? She’s one of them. I’m not wrestling Christina at My Bloody Valentine because I actually want to wrestle her. I’m only doing it because I have a reputation to uphold here… that’s it! It’s about me and my image far more than it is about her.”
“I understand, Andrea. You shouldn’t worry though. You’re going to beat her. You’re that much better than her, so she shouldn’t be too difficult, right?”
“I agree… I’m going to beat her… but…” I paused and let out a sigh. “I wish I didn’t have to waste my time with that bitch…”
“Andrea…” Clarissa said in a calm, reassuring voice. “Everything’s going to be okay in the end.”
“It better…” I answered with annoyance. “I really want nothing to do with her. She hasn’t actually done anything TO me, but I know her and her history and I could NEVER be friends with someone like that. Before we ever crossed paths in the chamber, I already wasn’t her biggest fan because of her entire history. But when she said that I reminded her of herself… it’s just outright disgusting! I don’t want to be her friend. I don’t want to be like her. I don’t want to be the next Christina Rose. I don’t WANT to be compared to her. I just…”
“Andrea… don’t complicate it. All you need to do is defeat her at My Bloody Valentine and that’s it. You’re going to be done with it. I understand you’re upset but let’s not make it a bigger deal than it really is! Fight that match against her, beat her, and leave it at that. You don’t have to be her friend. You don’t even have to talk to her once the show is over. Just see this as a launching pad win for yourself to get into world title contention.”
I smiled at last knowing that Clarissa was able to successfully reassure me that everything was going to be just fine on top of the fact that this thing between Christina and I didn’t have to be long term.
“Thanks Clarissa.” I said, knowing that once I wrestled her, that we didn’t have to cross paths again.
MY BLOODY VALENTINE…
I had just walked through the curtains following my defeat of Christina Rose in our first one on one encounter. Once I walked near the hallway, I looked up at the television screen and saw the highlights of my match and I was definitely beaming with pride. I looked around to ensure that I was alone and once I verified that this was indeed, the case, I laughed to myself.
“I’m glad THAT is fucking over with!” I paused for a quick scoff and an eyeroll. “Now that I’m done wasting my time with her, I get to move on! She better leave me alone. She had her match with me. She lost. Now she can shut the fuck up about me…
Little did I know that when I began to walk down the hallway, that this saga between Christina and I was far from over…
BACK TO THE INTERVENTION…
“It’s one thing if you never wanted to be her friend…” Dr. Rivers began once I explained a piece of my long history against Christina Rose. “...but I don’t see what was so wrong about her complimenting you and wanting to wrestle you in a match. And all of this just because of your prejudice against her and because she said that you reminded her of her? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
“I think it’s perfectly justified” I responded, much to the disappointment of my mother and brother. “Before I never met her, I already knew what she was by reputation and it disgusted me. So yeah, I had my match with her at My Bloody Valentine just to maintain a facade. I have no shame in doing so. She was just convenient for me not just so I can wrestle her and get it over with, but she was convenient just to use her as a stepping stone to the World Championship! I completely admit this and I have no shame of admitting that. This entire thing is her fault. If she never said what she said last December, none of this ever happens. But hey, I fought her at My Bloody Valentine. I beat her. I figured ‘okay, let’s move on to bigger and better things’. I was hoping she would leave me alone after that… but she didn’t…”
Remembering how she still tried to be my friend after My Bloody Valentine brought back some old anger that I experienced in February.
“Eddie, I want you to show a screen cap from February…”
My brother obliges, showing a screen cap from a Climax Control in February where Christina and I are having a conversation and she’s showing me a picture frame. Seeing this moment again was really making me sick.
“On this night, AFTER I had already beaten the bitch, she walks up to me and shows me a picture of our fathers being tag team champions in Mexico. It was something that my dad never told me about and it was something that I never wanted to know. Never had I been more uncomfortable in Sin City Wrestling than that moment right there. I’m already feeling like it’s OVER between her and I… but for some reason, she just wouldn’t leave me alone. I thought that maybe beating her, she’d get the hint. But she’s still trying to force the friendship that she wanted on me. I was getting tired of her constant fangirling about me.”
“You told Christina that maybe one day you could become friends…” my mother reminded me, much to my disdain.
“Trust me, mom. It was NOT easy to say that to maintain my front for the cameras and the gullible audience. But not only does she throw this thing with our dads in my face, she’s wanting another match with me. She just wouldn’t let it go! I just wanted to face her ONE TIME and move on but NO, her fucking ego just HAD to want another match with me to even the score! This was when everything with Christina was starting to become more than just a mere annoyance. You want to see how much I was starting to dislike her, you quack?”
“It would certainly be useful information…” the psychiatrist admitted.
“Eddie, roll the next never before seen, never will be released to the public, behind the scenes footage will you? I took this video later that night… and you’ll see how much I was beginning to dislike her…
Eddie plays the video…
FEBRUARY 2020 (FOLLOWING CLIMAX CONTROL)
“Are you okay, Andrea?” my old friend Chelsea LeClair asked me as I vomited in the trash can of my hotel room.
“Can I get some water please?” I asked Chelsea. I managed to gather myself as I stood up and sat back down on a bed. Chelsea was quick to get me a bottle of water and hand it to me and I was just as quick to open it and drink half of it in one go. Chelsea had a look of concern on her face as she stood next to me.
“Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”
I’m FINE, Chelsea…” I said. “I just had a really long night. Did you see what happened?”
“I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary that would make you feel like this.”
“It’s CHRISTINA, Chels!”
“What?”
“You know when she showed me that picture of our dads being tag team champions? I felt very sick to my stomach when she showed me that. When I realized that my dad had some type of association with her stupid family, I just… I wanted to DIE! My own father associated with people like that? I can’t fathom the thought. I really can’t! Why can’t that woman just leave me alone?”
“She really likes you, Andrea.”
“But I don’t WANT her to like me! I don’t WANT to be her friend! I don’t WANT her in my life! AT ALL!”
“Okay… but isn’t throwing up in a trash can overreacting?”
“Overreacting?” I said with anger. “Why don’t you try throwing up and you tell me if I’m overreacting. She disgusts me so much she makes me sick. She starts off by comparing me to her, then she keeps it going by wanting to face me in a match, and now just because she thinks we had a match that means we can be friends… no, it doesn’t work like that and I don’t want it to work like that. This woman is forcing herself into MY life, MY career and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I’m sorry, Chels… but I just don’t like her and knowing that our families are connected… it just… I can’t… I really can’t with that. The fact that our prestigious family was associated with that kind of parasite… that parasite might as well be in my stomach.”
“I’m not going to dispute your feelings but…” Chelsea pauses, expressing some concern on her face. “...this is too much. Can’t you just go up, talk to her and say ‘look, I’m not feeling this friendship thing’? Can’t you talk to her and set some boundaries, letting her know that the line is drawn on just being co-workers and that’s it?”
“She’d be too stupid to understand that. I mean, she flip flops back and forth between redemption and being a bitch so much you don’t even know who the real Crystal Hilton is. That bitch has a serious stalker problem…”
“I don’t think it’s that, Andrea. I get that you don’t like her but..”
“Chelsea… just leave it, okay?”
Chelsea sighs, dropping the conversation. She focuses on comforting me following the vomiting that had happened as the footage ends.
Focusing back on the intervention, my mother’s eyes are wide eyed in horror.
“...that’s not normal…” she says, her voice quivering a bit.
“I can’t help it if I’m disgusted with someone. By that point, that’s what I felt. Disgust. Before she showed me that picture with our dads, she was just a nuisance. But now? I was beginning to really dislike her because she wouldn’t give me the space that I wanted. And the worst part about it is that my father actually tried to force this friendship on me too...”
“He was trying to get you to be friends with SOMEONE, Andi…” my brother mentioned. “You’ve always been more of an introvert that keeps to herself.”
“Well what if I LIKE keeping to myself? What if I just WANT to be alone, not being bothered by anyone, and focusing on my career goals, huh? I won the World Championship WITHOUT friends. I don’t NEED friends!”
“Tell me about the time your father tried to get you to be friends with Christina…” Myra’s cousin interjected.
“Gladly…” I said with a smirk, as I began to tell the tale…
March 4, 2020
“I’m NOT going to be her friend…” I exclaimed to my father when I was visiting him at his home.
“Andrea, don’t you think that’d be good for you?” my father asked me. “You’re a loner in the locker room. You never open up to people. You have so few friends and I think if you reached out to make friends…”
“Dad… no…” I snapped back. “It’s already bad enough that I had to find out from HER that you and her dad were tag team champions in Mexico.”
“I’m just saying that being her friend would be a good thing! Her father and I tore through Mexico and the American southwest back in our day. You’re both incredibly talented. Just imagine what the two of you could accomplish together.”
“I’d rather vomit at the thought… again…”
“Andrea… please…”
“NO!” I shouted at him. “You’re NOT going to force a friendship with her on me, okay? This is MY career! It’s MY choice! Haven’t you forced enough bullshit on me?”
My father sighed and shook his head.
“At least try to make SOME friends… even if it’s not Christina….”
“There’s no point. After I shot up the ladder rather quickly, half of the bitches in the Bombshells locker room already hate me! Besides, aside from the GCW Tag Team Championships, everything I’ve accomplished has always been because of me and me alone! I never had any friends help me achieve and sustain the success that I’ve had.”
“You haven’t done it alone, you’ve done it because of the…”
“Shut up and leave her alone already…” I heard the voice of Clarissa Vega say as she came into the room. “You can’t make her be friends with people she doesn’t want to be friends with.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t make her give up the friends that I think are toxic for her… if you know what I mean…”
“Why don’t you just assault your own....” Clarissa paused, realizing that I was unaware of what my father had done to her years earlier when she tried to be a wrestler. “Let’s go, Andrea.”
“I’ll see you later, Dad. I’m NOT having this discussion with you again! I can’t stand her and you trying to force a friendship on me just made me dislike her that much more…”
I followed Clarissa out of the room and out of my father’s house… my feelings for Christina Rose growing even more bitter considering my father just tried to force another piece of the ‘family legacy’ on me…
CLIMAX CONTROL 263 (ON CAMERA)
“I'm not going to lie…” I told Holly Wood during an on-camera interview that night. “There's a part of me that's not happy that she's getting a shot tonight but that's nothing personal. That's a business thing. I beat her at My Bloody Valentine, but she's the one getting the shot. I think anyone in this same spot that I am would at least be slightly miffed by that. Now, if she were to win... then... good for her. At the end of the day, that's a familiar target that I've beaten before and I know I can beat again. It just won't be via this tournament though... which is rather unfortunate. But... ultimately? Good luck to her.”
(OFF CAMERA)
I turned and walked down the hallway, as far away as possible and the further I had walked away from Holly and the camera, the angrier I was getting. I flipped on my own personal camera to record some more behind the scenes footage…
“Once again, I had to pretend to be nice. It disgusts me. It’s bad enough that I had to carry that fat lard of shit Bill Barnhart tonight and he couldn’t even pull his own weight, screwing me out of winning the Blast from the Past tournament, but CHRISTINA has a title shot against Roxi tonight. WHY? I beat her at My Bloody Valentine… but SHE gets the fucking title shot? This bitch just… she can’t get out of my way! I hope to god she loses tonight! Roxi… my former role model… PLEASE don’t let me down…”
I shook my head and shut off my camera having gotten my increasing distaste for Christina Rose off of my chest for the night.
BACK TO THE INTERVENTION
My brother and mother were at a loss for words as that last behind the scenes clip of me rooting against Christina the night she took the World Championship from Roxi while Myra’s cousin wrote down some notes. She sighed and shook her head as she addressed my family.
“I’m sorry. There’s no helping her.” All of our eyes had widened in shock. “Everything I’ve gathered here today… I am seeing traits and signs of narcissism. This narcissism prevents Andrea from wanting to help herself. Andrea, I’m going to tell it to you straight. You’re an obsessive, neurotic narcissist who only cares for herself. I understand there were things in your life that were hard on you. I get that your father was very rough on you when you were growing up. I get that in the early part of your career…”
“...when your cousin took me under her wing and abused the shit out of me…” I reminded Myra’s cousin, silencing her.
“The point is, you’re too far gone to be helped unless you want the help yourself. Since you don’t want it, then there’s no helping you. This level of hatred that you have for Christina Rose… I’ve never felt hatred so strong from one person to another. I’m sorry Mrs. Hernandez. There’s nothing we can do…”
Dr. Rivers got up and left the scene, leaving my mother and brother stunned. They got up and began to walk out. My mother, on the verge of tears, walked out quickly. Eddie just stopped and looked at me.
“We’ll be here for you… whenever you need us again. I understand you’ve been in a lot of pain. But what you’re doing isn’t the way to deal with it.”
I just shrugged, without offering a reaction.
“When did you start hating Christina so much?”
I shrugged again, being intentionally uncooperative. My brother shook his head, knowing this was a lost cause. “I’m always going to be here for you, Andi. Don’t forget that.” I rolled my eyes as he and my mother left. Finally, I had some time alone.
“That’s an easy question….”
CLIMAX CONTROL 263 (OFF CAMERA)
“You can’t be SERIOUS, Roxi…” I said at the locker room monitor when I watched her defend the title against Christina. I knew she was in trouble and I tried to be in such denial. But when Christina got the three count on Roxi, I went completely numb with anger.
“...wow…”
Seeing Christina get handed the world championship triggered the hell out of me and was making me angrier by the second.
“BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!” I screamed as I chucked the remote at the television, breaking the screen instantly. “She shouldn’t have even GOTTEN that fucking shot! I BEAT HER! That should be ME!!!!! THAT SHOULD BE ME BEATING ROXI!!!!!!!!”
It was at this moment that all of my negative feelings toward Christina Rose that had been building up for the three prior months had just erupted like a volcano. What was initially annoyance had evolved into disgust. And it was at this moment, seeing Christina win the World Championship from Roxi, where that disgust and dislike turned into searing, burning HATRED!
“I HATE HER!” I screamed. “I FUCKING HATE HER! She DOESN’T DESERVE THAT! I DO! NOT HER! ME…”
I quickly grabbed my stuff out of my locker and bolted before any form of party or celebration could be thrown for her. From this moment forward, I hated her… and said hate?
It’s never gone away…
November 14, 2020
I was sitting on a chair next to something that was covered with a tarp, ironically in a rose garden. This burning hate that had slowly built up within me over the last year was really boiling in my blood as it flowed through my veins. I had a rose in my hand, delivering a bit of a smirk when I was ready to formulate my thoughts and express them. As my thoughts formed in my mind, I flashed back to this entire saga between Christina and I, starting from the very moment where she first said that I reminded her of her. This flashback gave me a little bit more of an angry motivator of hatred as I began to express my thoughts.
“As the saying goes… it’s never a bad thing to stop and smell the roses…”
I took a brief pause as I smelled the rose in my hand.
“But personally? I prefer to crush them!”
I paused again, squeezing the rose in the palm of my right hand and then using both of them to tear that rose into pieces.
“That’s what I’ve been doing to you for so long now Christina. I just don’t understand it. No matter how many times I face you, no matter how many times I beat you, you just can’t let go of me. Listen, I’m going to outright admit it. Not only do I outright hate you, but I’ve also never liked you, not even for a moment. For the entire year of this saga between us, not once have I EVER expressed a positive thought about you that was actually real. Everything positive that I ever said about you? I didn’t mean it. I only said it because the cameras are on or when you were in front of my face. I guess that makes me a two-faced bitch, right? Fine! I OWN that! I really don’t give a shit! But what’s going to happen at High Stakes is that I am not only going to finish this my way, but I am also going to make sure you NEVER come near me again! I NEVER wanted to be your friend. I NEVER wanted you in my life! Hell, I never even wanted to wrestle you one on one. The only reason why I ever accepted your challenge back at My Bloody Valentine is because Bobbie Dahl cancelled my date with Roxi for that night. But that’s the thing, Christina… for some reason… you can’t get me out of your head. I remember back in December when we were both in that chamber match… how you wouldn’t stop gushing about me. I will never forget nor will I ever forgive the moment you said that I reminded you of you. The fact that you had the AUDACITY to compare yourself to me… the moment you said those words back in December, any chance I had of ever liking you went down the drain. It didn’t have to be like this, Christina… but YOU’RE the reason why we’re here. You’re the reason why THIS happened…”
I paused to pull off the tarp revealing the large, flatscreen monitor that I put Christina’s face through at Violent Conduct.
“The ONLY regret that I have about doing THIS to you is the fact that I didn’t do it nine months sooner. God, I really wish I smashed your face through one of those chamber pods back in December. If you NEVER compared me to you, none of this ever happens. You’d save yourself four losses to me. You’d save yourself the injuries that have happened because of me. You’d save yourself the suspension. But no, you HAD to force yourself into MY life when I never asked you to! You don’t just walk into people’s lives without their permission, Christina. I get it! You were fangirling over me and singing my praises and kissing my ass and between us girls? My Bloody Valentine? It was never about having an honorable match against you. Sure, I may have said that but really? It was about two things: using YOU as a stepping stone to the Bombshells World Championship AND making sure you got the message that I never wanted you in my life. I certainly had accomplished that with the first win I got over you but WOW… you just couldn’t leave it alone, could you? You then have the AUDACITY to EMBARRASS ME in front of the WORLD by coming to me with that picture of our fathers being tag team champions together and having a nice little laugh about it. You couldn’t have just left it alone, Christina? What part of “I didn’t want to be your friend” couldn’t you understand? I wanted to be done with you! I never wanted a rematch with you, but hey, there you were talking about evening up the score and THEN you had to get in my way AGAIN when you beat Roxi for the title and it was THAT moment that made me hate you. So after I take the title from you, have my title reign, have my summer of hell… guess who shows up again to try to be my friend? YOU might be the Hollywood girl, but MAN, they REALLY should give ME the Oscar. I’m not sorry for what I did to you at Violent Conduct and I never will be.
I think it’s damn funny though, that the same daughter that assaulted you because she couldn’t stand your ass suddenly came back to SCW to try and avenge you like the damn hypocrite that she and pretty much your entire family is. It was real cute how SHE tried to talk down to ME like SHE was ever RELEVANT HERE! Did you script that promo for her, Christina? Because she said the same damn predictable shit that you would say. YOUR DAUGHTER is calling me one of the fakest people she knows. Who is SHE to talk when YOU have been the fake for all these years? She was literally word for word, just like you… thinking she was clever and smart by pointing out shit that doesn’t matter… like…
‘Oh she’s not creative or cunning because she just repeated what Roxi said’... who gives a FUCK about what I said to Roxi? Seriously. In the grand scheme of things, how does that even matter? What? Are you going to piggyback off of that and throw that empty nonsense in my face? Who are YOU Hiltons to talk about creative or cunning when you all say the same old shit about me.
‘Andrea doesn’t sell merchandise.’
‘Andrea lost to Evie 3 times.’
‘Andrea is overrated.’
‘Andrea is a flash in the pan.’
‘Andrea lost Blast from the Past’
Are you going to do that same old shit too? We might as well make a drinking game out of it. I mean… seriously… I am getting fame off of YOU, according to YOUR daughter? Excuse me, who’s the one that started all of this shit? It was YOU! YOU were the one that sung my praises when I wasn’t even thinking twice about you! YOU were the one that wanted to challenge me at My Bloody Valentine, REMEMBER? YOU were the one that saw a hot, rising star like me and wanted to get in that ring with me because… if I remember correctly, you weren’t doing much of anything at that time, were you? You figured you’d look at me and face me at My Bloody Valentine so you can get noticed because one of the best ways of getting noticed is facing a hot, rising up and comer like me. YOU were the one that wanted to face me in a rematch after I beat you at My Bloody Valentine, remember that? Your daughter being a fucking idiot over there talking about how I’m getting fame off of you… bitch, you’ve been trying to stay relevant off of ME since the moment we met each other. Weren’t YOU the one with the Queen of the Day power that booked a tag match that featured us on opposite sides? YOU are the one that started this whole damn thing, but I’m the one that’s trying to get fame off of you! SURE! There’s that Hilton family logic again! The fact of the matter is, I don’t NEED to get famous off of you because by the time I was in that chamber, I was already BECOMING famous. I was DESTINED to be famous, DESTINED to be a world champion long before I even came to Sin City Wrestling! But High Stakes? You NEED this! You HAVE to beat me! You HAVE to get the monkey off of your back because I know somewhere inside of you, you’re STILL living with a bruised fucking ego because you’ve never beaten me one on one before and when you include every match we’ve ever had against each other, the only way you could’ve ever beaten me is taking advantage of both a referee being stupid and not realizing I wasn’t the legal woman and timing this match not only just after I lose the title, but just after my dad dies.
Other than that?
I’ve OWNED you! You’ve lost FOUR times to the woman that is ‘getting fame off of you’.
You’ve lost FOUR times to the woman that your daughter says is “only relevant because” of you. That’s real rich. I’m only relevant because of you but YOU were the one that wanted to face me… so wouldn’t that make you ‘relevant because of me’? On top of that? Here’s some basic math for you, Christina. If you take my SCW record and you take out every single time we’ve EVER been in the same match, I STILL win two thirds of my matches… WOW, that sounds like someone who is ONLY RELEVANT BECAUSE OF YOU, right? That sounds like someone WHO CAN’T SUCCEED ASIDE FROM YOU, RIGHT? So what does that make YOU then if you can’t beat me straight up in a singles match? Doesn’t that make you less than relevant? Hey, don’t come at me with that shit. It was your own daughter that said something that damn stupid before she talks about me ‘dropping the ball in Blast from the Past’... oh god, here we go again with the uncreative, untrue bullshit about me from every member of your family… never mind the fact that I wasn’t even pinned in that tournament and that there’s no way in HELL you would’ve EVER carried a dead weight like Bill Barnhart to the finish line. That night that I beat your daughter in the cage, you’re talking to Pussy Willow talking about how this needs to be between you and me… and you’re not WRONG it’s just… you and your trash ass family needs to take your own advice. If this needs to be between you and me, why is your daughter trying to make such a HUGE deal about Blast from the Past, something that didn’t even involve you at all?
Why is she bringing up a battle royal in which I had ONE bad night in… ONE… that you weren’t even involved with?
I want you to remember, before you throw Evie Jordan in my face for the ten millionth time in Zdunich family history, that YOU are the one that is saying that this should be between you and me so the fact that you say that while your daughter is bringing up some of my shortcomings that had NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, once again, makes you sound like… oh what’s the word… a HYPOCRITE.
This should be between you and me, right?
Oh… there’s your daughter bringing up Evie... which is interesting because I think the only one that even brings up Evie to me is you or anyone that you happen to be friends with. Someone’s obsessed with my shortcomings that have nothing to do with her!
Wait, hold on… this IS supposed to be between you and me, right?
Oh I’ve been shoving your daughter’s words in your face ad nauseum here, I know that… but hey, considering you feel the same damn way about me that she does, it might as well have been you cutting that promo because only YOU would be so stupid enough to burn yourself by saying that I’m a ‘poor man’s Crystal Hilton’. So… if you can’t beat the poor man’s version of yourself, then what does that make YOU? For the past year, you have obsessively tried to be better than me. For the past year, you’ve tried everything that you can and tried to say everything and anything to try to bring me down, including some of the most ridiculous, repetitive nonsense EVER… and it just never works, does it? You wanted to face me so damn bad, that backfired on you. You wanted that rematch against me… and boy that REALLY backfired on you, didn’t it? TWICE… BOTH times that I beat you with the World Championship on the line. You tried to get revenge on me when you went on that wild rampage against the officials and against Amber and I… OOPS, CHRISTINA ROSE IS SUSPENDED! There is virtually NOTHING you can say about me that can bring me down. You can mock me for my shortcomings. You can call me ‘overrated’, but if you can’t beat someone ‘overrated’, doesn’t that make you NEVER RATED? You can call me a flash in the pan… but if you lose the title to said flash in the pan… then what does that make you?
ANYTHING you want to bring me down for… ANYTHING that you want to mock me for… it won’t work because coming from YOU it has ZERO credibility. I have lived rent free in your head since December and I never even WANTED to move in. How else can you explain booking that garbage tag match with us, Alicia and Roxi? How else can you explain trying to be my friend after my summer of hell again? How else can you explain this DESPERATION you have with wanting to beat my ass and reminding the world over and over how badly you want to kill me? I’m inside of your head, Christina… and not only am I living rent free in it, you’re PAYING my rent… BITCH! I’m inside of your head and I know this because you STILL can’t make up your mind on how you want to approach me. One day, you’re trying to lecture me about my father and how he’d feel if he were still alive and seeing me do this and you’re trying to tell me that this path isn’t what I want… you’re STILL trying to be a friend to me and the next, you’re bashing me over the head with a chair and your daughter’s trying so damn hard to act like I’m nothing. You’re STILL being a flip flopper crying to Pussy Willow about how you’d take back what you did to Amber and I, but now you’re on social media making all these threats about beating my ass and dying my hair read with this I Quit match that we’ve got coming up. You’re SORRY for what you did to Amber, I and the officials, but you want to beat me senseless? How are you sorry for what you did on the night you got suspended if you basically want to do the same damn thing to me at High Stakes?
Oh right I forgot, it’s about this neurotic obsession that you’ve had with me from the very beginning. The only way you can ever get over this obsession is by beating me. The only way that you can truly validate yourself in Sin City Wrestling again is by beating me. But I’m the one that’s only relevant because of YOU? Have you ONCE ever thought about what may happen to you if you lose to me again?
I’m not talking physically. I’m talking psychologically. Knowing how fragile your damn ego is, there’s no way you could handle it! Imagine that… you saying ‘I Quit’ to me in a match that YOU wanted. How would that feel, Christina? Have you EVER given any thought to that? Have you ever thought how much of a fucking FAILURE you’d be to your own wife and daughter if I were to win at High Stakes? Have you ever thought about how you’d handle the possibility that this DOESN’T end your way and that once again, just like always, I’m the one on top? You’re risking SO much more than you realize, but you just don’t see that because this neurosis that you have about me is blinding you to the damn truth.
You should’ve never fangirled over me in the first place. You should’ve never challenged me to that match at My Bloody Valentine. You should’ve never tried being my friend. You should’ve never gotten in my way with the world title. You should’ve never tried being my friend after Summer XXXtreme. All along, you should’ve just left me alone and never even BOTHERED crossing my path. I never ASKED YOU to be part of my life. I NEVER wanted you in my life… but at High Stakes, I FINALLY get the chance to take you out of it! I FINALLY get to move on from someone like YOU… just the way it SHOULD’VE BEEN after My Bloody Valentine after I beat you the first time… just the way it SHOULD’VE BEEN when I retained my world title against you and sent you packing from the world title contention that you have failed to get back into ever since.
I’m going to do the same damn thing that I did to you at my Bloody Valentine and that’s make you my stepping stone one more damn time… because when I’m done with you, I’m going to go after what I DESERVE in getting MY title back! The only difference is… with how horribly bad I am going to make your life a living hell at High Stakes… I’m going to leave you with the psychological scar you’ll NEVER recover from! You’ll be back in that hospital the morning after High Stakes… and you’re going to regret that you EVER came into my life… you’re going to feel like fucking GARBAGE… you’re going to live with the REALITY that for all the times you tried to be better than me… you NEVER got the job done AND that you failed your loved ones on top of that.
Can you live with that burden, Christina?
I doubt it.
And when this is FINALLY over, I can’t wait to find out the answer…
With anger and hatred flowing through me, I shut off the camera further preparing myself for the bloodbath that is coming…
