High Stakes…
After the show was over, I was alone in the locker room. I had clutched my SCW Bombshells Internet Championship to my chest and this amazing sense of happiness was flowing through me. I reflected upon the victory that I had attained earlier in the night, especially the moment where I pinned Keira Fisher.thinking about how far I had come…
“This is it…” I thought to myself. “This is the victory where I can look back on and say that I truly established myself as one of the best wrestlers in the world. Keira tried so hard to complete her Cinderella story. She didn’t. Alicia Lukas tried so hard to be relevant again. She failed. It’s nice to FINALLY have a win over her after all this time… it’s nice to exorcise my High Stakes AND title defense demons at last. I’m so glad that I’m not a one-supercard champion again.”
I paused and took a deep breath, further joy filling my soul. My internal thoughts continued.
“In one year, I went from being a laughingstock due to saying ‘I Quit’ to being the most dominant Bombshell on the roster. I grinded AND I overcame in the best way imaginable and even the most JEALOUS of my haters can’t take that away from me. This is full circle for me. The last demon from 2020 has been slain. Talk about paying my dues and earning my keep, right? I’ve come such a LONG way from that stupid idiot I used to be that wanted instant gratification and didn’t appreciate the grind it takes to be a champion…”
I paused and gave off a chuckle as I began to reflect…
April 27, 2012
An 18-year-old me was doing some training when I saw that my father was talking to someone that I wasn’t familiar with. Curious, I stopped what I was doing and went in my father’s direction. I could hear some of the conversation that was happening the closer I got to him and the woman he was speaking to.
“So, is there anyone from your promotion that you would recommend for PRW?”
Hearing the letters “PRW”, one of the major promotions of the time, caused me to widen my eyes with eagerness.
“We would be glad to give them a tryout match with us when we come back to Arizona…”
“Oh my god, ME!” I exclaimed, interrupting the conversation to my father’s visible annoyance! “Give me a tryout match! I’ll do it! I’ll face anyone! I want to be a worldwide wrestler so bad! It’s my DREAM! PLEASE give me the tryout match…”
“Andrea…” my father said with a sigh. “You’re 18… and you’ve only had 10 matches on the Independent scene. You’re not ready.”
“...what do you MEAN I’m not ready? I was BORN for this! All I want is a tryout match! Please Dad, let me do this! I have more passion for this than everyone else you’re training and you know that! I DESERVE this tryout opportunity.”
“I better go…” the talent scout said as she awkwardly left my father and I alone.
“I want that tryout match, Dad! I want it! I want it! I want it!”
“NO!” he said with anger in his voice. “You’re not ready. Ten matches isn’t enough to EARN that tryout opportunity. It’s going to be at least a year before you’re ready for a tryout match with a big company.”
“Dad, please? Let me have that opportunity!”
“You’re too green and you’re going to embarrass yourself. I’m not going to let you wreck your career before it starts. I know how eager you are, but you have to be patient and you have to EARN every fucking opportunity, you got that, Andrea? This is not a discussion. I am not allowing you a tryout with a mainstream company, or even a larger Indy outfit, until I think you’ve earned it…”
“I hate you…” I said as I turned around and left, giving up the fight. For now…
“God, I was SO impatient just to break into the global scene…” I reflected. “It took me five years to do it. Even then? I didn’t lose my know-it-all attitude…”
April 2016
Fresh off of signing with GCW, I was in a training ring with Myra Rivers, in all of her then-evil ‘goodness’. When I stepped into the ring to train with her, she didn’t seem like she was happy to be in there with me.
“I have a question for you, rookie…” Myra told me. “Your mainstream career is just getting started and it’s me giving you this opportunity. Do you think, based on your natural abilities, that you have what it takes to be a world champion someday?”
“...of course…” I said without hesitation.
“Do you think you know EXACTLY what it takes to be someone in this business?”
“I was trained by my dad, so… absolutely. I think, with my abilities as they stand, I can be a champion in no time at all!”
“So Daddy training you makes you think that you’re going to make it big right out of the gate. One last question. Do you think you’re better than me?”
“Huh?”
Myra gave me a stiff knee to the gut, knocking the wind out of me.
“YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME!!!!” Myra screamed as she violently threw me down to the mat. I hit the mat hard as she bounced on me and suddenly began to choke me out with a headscissors.
“Let me explain something to you ROOKIE… your abilities as they stand are NOT good enough to be someone. You’re not going to just walk in and be a fucking star! You haven’t earned SHIT in this business to even THINK you’re capable of being someone at ALL, let alone a world champion.”
Myra broke the hold, lifted me up and threw me into the corner. Suddenly, Myra tore my top wide open and began to give me painful, stuff chops across my chest.
“In the mainstream, you EARN your shit… and you haven’t earned ANYTHING except a spot in GCW… and it’s only because of me. Remember that now!”
SMACK! Another chop.
“Repeat after me…” Myra told me as she chopped me again. “...I’m NOBODY!”
“...what?”
“SAY IT!”
SMACK!
“...I’m nobody…”
SMACK!
Myra grabbed me by the hair and threw me halfway across the ring. I got up and she gave me a hard running boot to the face, busting my lip open.
“AGAIN!”
“I’m… nobody…”
She pressed her boot against my throat.
“One last time…”
“I… I… I’m nobody…”
Myra released my throat and stepped back.
“Everyone starts out as a nobody… no exceptions. This business doesn’t give a fuck about who you are, who trained you and what abilities you have. When you hit the mainstream for the first time… YOU’RE NOBODY! Earn your fucking shit, Andrea… before you start talking about being a world champion. Just MAKING IT to the mainstream scene doesn’t make you SHIT!”
I got to my knees, completely heartbroken by what just happened to the point where I wanted to cry.
“I thought I knew everything when I hit the mainstream…” I reflected. “...but it became clear to me that I didn’t… even when I got to SCW…”
November 2019
“Delay of the inevitable? REALLY, Andrea?” an annoyed Clarissa Vega asked me the day after I suffered my first SCW loss. “You’re just inviting Alicia to beat the shit out of you for that comment!”
“...I was trying to be strong…”
“Instead, you came off entitled. I know Alicia has a huge ego and you don’t like her, but the better approach would’ve been thanking her for the match and expressing how this is a learning experience for you…”
“HELL NO!” I snapped back. “I’ve already learned all that I need to know to be a world champion and to make it in SCW. I am not backing down and bending the knee to HER. FUCK HER! It’s a temporary setback. That’s all it is! SCW WILL be the time of my career! I GUARANTEE THAT! I’ll face her again next week and beat the shit out of her…”
“That tweet won’t make you friends…”
“I don’t CARE! I know what I am capable of! I’ve already paid my dues to become a world champion!”
“No you haven’t…” Clarissa said with an eyeroll.
“I HAVE! I KNOW I HAVE! End of discussion!”
“Whatever you say, Andrea…”
“As it turns out” I thought to myself. “...even though I didn't want to admit it, I still had so much to learn.”
High Stakes
I paused my thoughts and snapped out of my flashbacks as I remembered the journey it took to get here.
“I didn’t take shortcuts. Most of my wins this year have been fair and earned victories. I DESERVE this moment… because unlike most of this two-faced locker room, I went out and EARNED IT in this last year of my journey. I overcame. I persevered. I conquered. I MADE my moment tonight. NOBODY is going to take this away from me no matter how hard they try because tonight? I EARNED MY DUE!”
One week later...
“So, I will be the first person to admit that Andrea really showed us something at High Stakes…” my best frenemy Chelsea LeClair stated with a chuckle as she stood in front of me and some others in a celebration we were having for my big victory. Clarissa was there, as was Lorenzo, my boyfriend, Savannah, my brother, my mother and Regina, my social media supporter. “...she has come such a long way from ‘I AM ENTITLED TO EVERYTHING! DADDY TRAINED ME SO THE WORLD SHOULD COME TO ME!’
I rolled my eyes as everyone else laughed.
‘Oh my god, someone else other than me got the title shot. WHINE! BITCH! WHINE! BITCH! WHINE! BITCH MUFFIN! BITCH MUFFIN! BITCH MUFFIN!’
Even I got a chuckle out of Chelsea’s roasting there.
‘EVIE JORDAN KICKED MY ASS AND I’LL NEVER GET OVER IT!’
More laughter as I narrowed my eyes in amusement.
‘KEIRA FISHER SAID MEAN THINGS ABOUT ME! BURN HER WITH FIRE!’
Another chuckle from me, though more pronounced.
‘HI! I’M ANDREA! You can’t… DELAY THE INEVITABLE because of how GREAT I AM… yeah, that was the old Andrea in a nutshell always trying to bitch and complain about everything, always trying to whine her way to the top. But, she’s really become a lot calmer in recent months with her incredible ‘politician’ shtick. Funny how she calms down so much after she and Lorenzo start dating… am I RIGHT?’
This drew laughter from everyone, including me.
“Andrea, I’m proud of you. Seriously. You faced your demons at High Stakes and you overcame them. You took on the pressure in fucking MADISON SQUARE GARDEN and you made it your BITCH! I am happy to see that you have grown into a legitimate professional wrestler and a hell of a champion!”
“Thanks Chelsea…” I said with a smile as she came back toward us, ending the celebratory roast. Chelsea and I exchanged a hug and pleasantries and congratulations were exchanged and given by some of the others that were there. The celebration continued as some music started playing. While everyone mingled, I took the opportunity to sneak out of the living room, walk through my kitchen and make my exit through the backyard. I found the farthest bench outside wanting to be away from the whole scene as possible. This was partially due to taking the chance to give myself space, but the other part of it…
“I wish you were here…” I said as I turned to the sky, obviously referencing my father. “You would’ve been so proud of me. I know that when you trained me to be a wrestler, I bugged you and I annoyed you so much. I’m so sorry that I made you angry with how I just wanted to shortcut my way to everything and how I always resisted trying to learn something from you. I was young, I was stupid and I thought I knew everything and instead of treating you lime my trainer, I treated you like if you were my enemy. I used to be so annoyed by your lectures about paying my dues and earning my keep, but…”
I took a reflective sigh as I thought about High Stakes. Looking down at the ground and thinking about my journey so far as a professional wrestler, especially in the last year, I was really starting to see things from a different perspective.
“...after High Stakes and after what I’ve been through in the last year, with all of the old demons and all of the past I was bitter about finally being put to rest, I get what you were trying to teach me. I understand you were looking out for me and you wanted to teach me the meaning of earning everything I’ve got and paying my dues to be successful. You would be proud of me if you were still here… and you’re the one thing I’d change about High Stakes and tonight. Thank you for guiding me the right way even if I was so resistant at first. High Stakes was the match where I finally got it, Dad. I mean that. It wasn’t easy, considering all the hate and the criticism I get from that locker room, but I pulled through with the guidance that you gave me.”
I sighed, having finished that quick word with my father. Some of me was feeling sad that he couldn’t physically be here. However, feeling a warm breeze blow behind me and hitting me in the shoulder area made it feel like he was there and he had heard everything I just said.
“He was a good dad and I regret that I ever cursed him last year…”
“Don’t…” I heard Savannah’s voice say, catching me by surprise. I looked up at her not knowing what to make out of the fact that she was standing in front of me, then sitting next to me. “...I think he would have forgiven you. Besides, I think what you’ve done in your career over the last year really makes up for it.”
“What are you doing out here?” I asked.
“I was looking for you. Why are you not inside? You’ve got so many people that care about you celebrating YOUR success.”
“I just wanted some time to myself. High Stakes really had me thinking about so many things. For almost a year, all I did was carry bitterness and try to blame the world for everything. I would blame my failures on Dad, SCW, Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, Crystal Hilton, Myra, or just about anyone under the sun that was convenient to blame just so I wouldn’t take responsibility for my own shortcomings. But facing the demons that I’ve faced this year, I’m talking about High Stakes which I just overcame, Into the Void, Summer XXXtreme, the one-supercard wonder hump, the shame that I carried with me over my world title reign for so long… and slaying every last one of them… I feel like I’ve taken responsibility for all of those shortcomings. I don’t feel so BITTER anymore. I don’t particularly like most of the people I work with, but I don’t carry a grudge against anyone anymore. I feel like I am finally at peace with myself as a professional wrestler now that I’ve gotten over both the High Stakes hump and the championship hump…”
“And the Alicia hump…” Savannah says with a scoff, causing me to laugh.
“I’ve righted all the wrongs from the year before…” I admitted. “...but, I’m not going to stop at High Stakes. I’m going to keep improving. I’m not going to get caught up in the glitz and glamour of my accomplishment because I made the same mistake after I retained the world title against Crystal and that cost me against Evie. I don’t want to bask in the glow of this TOO much knowing that things can turn for the worse in an instant! I’ll NEVER stop being hungry…”
“I’m glad! I’ve got that hunger too, Andrea…”
“Huh?” I said, understandably confused.
“I’ve got that hunger to make something of myself too. In fact, there is something very important I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh?” I asked with some concern going through me. “Is something wrong?”
“No, everything is fine. I’ve had this thought for the last few months now, especially as you were going through the Internet Championship tournament, but High Stakes seals it for me.”
“You’re worrying me…”
“You’re the first person I am telling…” Savannah says with a confident tone of voice. “...I want to be a wrestler myself!”
My eyes widened in shock, not believing it.
“Come again?”
“I turn 19 next year and I haven’t really figured out what I wanted to do with my life. But, I do now! I want to follow you into the wrestling business!”
My jaw dropped, expressing further surprise.
“Savannah, are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure!”
“That’s… that’s great…” I said, slightly stuttering in my own surprise. “What in the world inspired you to go that route?”
“YOU of course…” Savannah replied, causing a heartwarming sensation to pour through me. “I know that being an inspirational person isn’t something that you are about anymore and I understand that. But with me, you’ve always been my inspiration no matter how you carry yourself. I grew up really not knowing who I wanted to be… then I found out that I had a big sister and it happened to be you. You haven’t always been perfect, but the way you constantly tell people to shove it up their ass, the way you constantly prove people wrong, the way you are able to stand up for yourself and back up everything that you say… it’s truly something that inspires me because I grew up as the girl that was always pushed around and treated like garbage. I’ve learned how to stand up for myself and be a stronger person because of you. When you went out there and you defied the odds at High Stakes… that’s what did it for me. I know that this is something that I want to do!”
I was sitting there stunned at what I just heard. In the last year or so, ‘inspiration’ was the last thing I ever imagined that I’d be. My heart was torn a bit knowing how cruel the business can be and my gut instinct not wanting Savannah to go through that. At the same time, however, knowing I’ve been in her spot before, I wasn’t about to deny her the dream whatsoever. More than anything, I was feeling happy that I was such an amazing big sister to light such a fire in Savannah through what I do.
“I’m so touched by this, Savannah. Seriously. Ugh, I feel like the best big sister ever right now…” I said with a laugh.
“You are…”
“Stop it…” I said with another laugh. “How are you going to… you know… get started.”
“I was thinking you could train me…”
“Savannah…”
“You could train me and then I could jump right into SCW…”
“NO…” I blurted out, catching her by surprise.
“Sorry?”
“SCW is cutthroat, Savannah. I don’t need you being another Brittany Williams or another Brayden Hilton for crying out loud.”
“I’d be SO much better than them! Come on Andrea, why can’t you train me?”
“You’d be getting training for free. In wrestling, nothing comes free. Go to a good wrestling school and have someone else do it.”
“...could you at least give me the money I’d need to do that?”
I shook my head, much to Savannah’s dismay.
“...do you NOT want me to be a wrestler or something?” Savannah said, suddenly seeming sad.
“NO… it’s not that. Dad did so many things to make sure I never became a wrestler myself before he finally gave in and trained me. I know what it’s like to be told ‘no’ to my dream and I’d never hurt you the same way.”
“Oh… you’re just protecting me…” Savannah said with a sigh.
“...not even that. Savannah, say that I train you, okay? Say that you jump right into SCW right after that. Those two-faced bitches in the back are going to jump all over you and say that you’re only there because of me. You deserve better than that. You are better off having someone else train you, then going through the Indies, then going to SCW… granted I would prefer you went to another big league company because I don’t want our family to become another Zdunich or Hilton situation. What kind of dues are you paying if I train you for free and get you into SCW? I support you being a wrestler, but I want you to grind and bust your ass, not have me hand anything to you. It’s about paying dues, Savannah. That is all. I want to be sure you do that before you even THINK about SCW…”
“I get that…” Savannah replies with a reluctant sigh. “...but… I was hoping you’d help me. You say that you support me, but I don’t feel that because you’re just… talk. I don’t know, I can’t get past the feeling that you don’t want me to wrestle…”
“I DO, but I can’t just hand you the keys to the business like that. God, I’m seeing myself at your age again…”
“How ironic. You’re pretty much doing the same thing to me that Dad did to you…”
“Savannah, listen to me. It’s so much better for you if you earn your way in. Look at someone like Brayden, he of the FAMILY CONNECTIONS. He got in and I’m sure Crystal being his mom has something to do with that. But has he gone out and accomplished anything? Not really. He’s a silver spoon kid whose ego far exceeds his talent. When I was in UWA, I dealt with a LOT of people from a ‘prestigious wrestling family’ or tied to one of those that acted like they were better than everyone else because they were related to this ‘big name’ or trained by that ‘big name’. They ran me down and said I’d never amount to anything. Years later, I’m here and they’re all gone. I don’t want you to be another Hilton or Zdunich failure from jumping in too soon. I want you to succeed because of your talent, not because of a name or being related to a name...”
“Yeah… I get it.” Savannah says. While she looks understanding, a part of her is still hurt by the fact that I refused to be her trainer. “So if you’re not going to train me, or give me the money to go to a wrestling school…”
“...not for free… I do want to support your dream, Savannah. But I don’t want to give you handouts. I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you become part of my campaign team with Regina, Lorenzo and Angelica and you’ll EARN your wrestling school money? I’m giving you your first job in the business here.”
“...it’s not my thing…”
“But it’s a START! I’m putting you to work so you can earn your way into the wrestling business. You’ve got so show me how much you want it. You’re only 18. You’ve got SO much time. Besides, do you really want to continue working at that stupid credit union call center getting yelled at by baby boomers?”
“...FINE… I’m in!”
“YES!!!!” I exclaimed, suddenly embracing my sister and nearly tackling her to the ground. “I promise you, this is going to be so much fun! If you really want to do this Savannah, you have to earn your due and busting your ass and earning your keep just to start TRAINING is a phenomenal way to establish discipline and work ethic. I wouldn’t be where I am in SCW today without either of those two things. Besides, I’m looking forward to bonding with you more while I have you working for me…”
Savannah smiled, coming around and realizing the benefits of what we were doing.
“You’re about to get a first hand experience of why I do what I do and why I’m so damn good at it. I can’t wait to start this journey with you…”
Savannah and I both got up from the bench and we exchanged a hug before we went back inside for the remainder of my High Stakes celebration. With the amazing year that I’ve had, with the pride of knowing that I have truly come into my own as a professional wrestler stemming from my High Stakes victory, and with being a positive influence on my sister on top of all of that, I am truly feeling like life is better than ever.
I’ve paid my dues. I’m going to make sure Savannah does the same.
Of course… When it comes to paying dues in this business, I can definitely say that there are SOME Bombshells that clearly know NOTHING about that…
[THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE HAS BEEN APPROVED BY YOUR PRESIDENT OF THE INTERNET: ANDREA HERNANDEZ!]
December 3rd, 2021
The cameras came on me as I walked into the stage of the Comerica Theatre in downtown Phoenix. There was a small crowd of about 100 that applauded me as I held a microphone in my hands. Regina, my big fan and intern, was dressed up as if she was Adrienne Beaufort and she was mockingly twirling her hair as she wanted for me to begin.
“Thank you! You’re a wonderful audience! WELCOME to my HOMECOMING RALLY! As YOUR SCW Bombshells Internet Champion, it is an HONOR to come HOME as the UNDEFEATED Internet Champion after overcoming the odds at High Stakes! Tonight, in our special presentation, I am going to interview MY OPPONENT, who is in that chair right now! Give it up for ADRIENNE!”
The crowd boos and Regina gives a mock gasp of shock as she picks up her own microphone.
“Tough crowd.” I said as I walked to my chair to sit on it. “Adrienne, welcome to SCW. Go Gym Graduate. You won your first match. However, you did the DUMBEST thing when you were aiming right for Amber Ryan afterward. What the FUCK were you thinking?”
“Well… ummm… I wasn’t thinking at all really…” Regina pauses to give a mock giggle. “Really, I just wanted to cut the line in front of all the Bombshells and put myself out there because I’m an attention whore with nothing to offer aside from being a GO GYM robot!”
“BOOOOOOOOOOOO!” went the audience.
“So, you’re telling me that puffing out your chest and trying to take up Amber Ryan’s challenge was just to fill your own ego knowing that if you didn’t, nobody would be talking about you?”
“EXACTLY! After all, I have to flood your Twitter timelines with nonsense and be all over the place because I WANT ATTENTION! Everyone pay attention to me! I deserve ALL the spotlight and I don’t care if I hurt anyone’s feelings. I am going to CUT IN FRONT OF THE LINE and I am going to get my match against Amber and you are all going to LIKE IT… because my name is ADRIENNE… and I am an ATTENTION WHORE! I am the best thing EVER to come out of GO GYM and I am going to dominate everything because I come out of GO GYM because that is the best wrestling school on the planet and it’s the only one that matters! Don’t buy into my nice, teenage girl act! I am really just a fake who is in over her head but walks to anger the whole locker room and my own bosses with my arrogant, superfluous attitude.”
The crowd boos again all while I express mock disgust.
“So you think you’re better than me, is that it?”
“On Sunday, I will be! UPSET OF THE CENTURY BITCH! And then I am going to SCHOOL CRYSTAL, SCHOOL ROXI, AND BEAT AMBER AND BECOME CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Nobody deserves to face Amber except for me! I don’t have to actually EARN anything because I’m Adrienne! And SCW should revolve around me!”
“Wow…” I said as I stood up. “You’re worse than I thought. Come here for a second…”
Regina obliges as she stands up and walks up to me. We both come up to center stage.
“You’ve got to get it through your head, you idiot. Wrestling doesn’t work that way.”
I grab Regina from behind and toss her off the stage into a pool of slime below! The crowd cheers this as Regina delivers mock screams. To end the skit, security drags her out of the slime and out of the theater.
“You can’t do this to me! I’M ADRIENNE DAMN IT! THE SPOTLIGHT WHORE OF SCW!!!! NO!!!!!”
I chuckle for a bit before I remain on center stage and REALLY express my thoughts.
“You know what pisses me off? This ENTIRE YEAR, I go on this AMAZING undefeated streak beating the likes of Roxi Johnson, Sam Marlowe, Mercedes Vargas, Alicia Lukas, Keira Fisher, Krystal Wolfe, JUST to name a few… I do something that NOBODY in Sin City Wrestling Bombshells history has ever done and that is go an entire Sin City Wrestling supercard cycle, from one High Stakes to the next… UNDEFEATED… with High Stakes being my toughest task yet from a quantity standpoint and with the pressure on me and knowing that I could lose it all in ONE match and NOBODY is talking about that. Hell, nobody is talking about ME… and I’ve accomplished WAY too much in this company this year to be IGNORED all because Roxi Psycho is needing a straitjacket as her obsession with Amber gets worse, all because everyone still wants to be up Amber Ryan’s ass and all because people are talking about YOU Adrienne Beaufort. WHY? You’ve had ONE match… ONE… and you’ve got the hype train rolling right up your ass because… why? You beat Chloe Benton? PFFT! Clearly not. It was because you did the dumbest, most selfish thing that you could do and that was try to pick a fight with Amber Ryan after ONE freaking match! ONE! That disgusts me and that disrespects me because most of this roster, especially me, has been here ALL year long, busting our asses trying to get to that spot sand suddenly, here YOU come, fresh out of the fucking Go Gym, thinking that you can take Amber Ryan after ONE match! FUCK THAT! You have done NOTHING to earn that match. You don’t get to JUMP into the fire, damn it! When I was your age, I couldn’t even get a fucking TRYOUT with any major company because my father wouldn’t allow it yet here YOU are, out of the fucking gym and onto this roster. That makes me SICK! You didn’t pay your fucking dues in the Indies like I did and you OBVIOUSLY haven’t paid the dues that I have in Sin City Wrestling.
Hell, you don’t even deserve to face ME! TWO matches in… TWO… and you’re in a Climax Control main event already? What the FUCK? I don’t stand for that nonsense. I couldn’t even get a main event match THAT quickly when I first came here. But you know something, I was similarly thrown into the fire like you have been with this match. Mercedes Vargas was my second match here and I beat her. WHAT? You think you’re going to come into my fucking home state, ruin my fucking homecoming and PULL THE UPSET? Nah, get your head out of your ass! To me, you’re a snot nosed, arrogant, self-centered BRAT who thinks she deserves everything without paying her fucking dues. THAT’S what I take out of your stupidity with going after Amber the way you did. You think that this match is going to be a replication of my match against Mercedes where I beat her and some had considered it an upset at the time. NO. It will NOT be that. But I’ll tell you one thing, Adrienne. This match between us? I get to do what Alicia failed to do to me when I had my first loss here… I get to HUMBLE YOU!
That’s right… this Sunday, for me, it’s about beating some fucking respect into you. By trying to jump the line the way you did, you obviously angered the bosses… I mean shit, that’s probably why you are in this match with me to begin with, but worse than angering the bosses, you angered ME! After ALL of the things that I’ve been through and ALL of the things that I’ve overcome, YOU think you get to walk in here and act like your shit doesn’t stink? FUCK OFF, Adrienne. It doesn’t work like that in SCW. You don’t get to come in here acting like you own everything and acting like you can cut everyone in the line, especially me! It’s an INSULT to me that you’ve even facing me in just your second match. I’m not going to stand for it. I see you and I see someone that reminds me of ME when I was your age… and not in a good way. You remind me of someone that was naive, stupid and thought that everything should be handed to her without even earning it. You act all brave and arrogant and think that you can take Amber over ONE fucking win… ONE… against a fellow debutant at that. UNREAL! Sure, I get that Amber went out and said to ‘step up and prove your worth’. But ONE match, ONE win… that’s not proving your worth. That’s just getting your foot in the door. I mean for fuck’s sake, when I first got here, I wasn’t making a mad dash for Alicia, who was the world champion at the time, just because I beat Twisted Sister. Even THEN, I knew I had more to prove than that before I could even THINK of that possibility.
But no, last Sunday, you HAD to poke the bear with Amber, didn’t you? The fact of the matter is, while I can’t stand Amber personally, she did you a HUGE favor by even giving you the time of day when she is SO far above your level that she didn’t even NEED to do that. Despite EVERYONE surrounding you telling you not to go through with this, you decide “fuck you people, I’m going to be selfish and I’m going to do it anyway. I don’t care about your feelings”. You are not only lucky Amber even gave you the time of day, you are lucky that she even had MERCY for you. But me? Nah, I WON’T have any mercy toward you. I’ll SHOW YOU the REALITY of what Sin City Wrestling is like… a reality that you are nowhere near close to being ready for. I come into this match fucking pissed off at you because NOBODY should be talking about you. YOU shouldn’t even have the AUDACITY that you do to think that you can just get the rocket boost strapped to your ass. Then on top of all of that, Myra for some reason gives you the time of day too? Fucking SERIOUSLY? Is the whole damn roster on the Adrienne Beaufort bandwagon here? RIDICULOUS! That’s alright though, because if anything, I’m that bitch that snuffs out undeserved hype that surrounds a bitch. Ask Krystal about that. Ask her how in her debut, she was promoting herself as this big deal and thinking she was going to launch herself at my expense and how I wound up beating her. Ask her about how she had ALL the hype in the world because she was padding her win-loss record defending her title against bottom barrel bitches like Maki and Char Kwan only for me to snuff it out recently when I exposed her as the fluke that she’ll always be as the Roulette Champion and someone that will never be ready for the next level.
Yeah, ask her about that, Adrienne.
Ask Keira Fisher about how she went into High Stakes trying to make it all about her journey and her dream of accomplishing the Bombshells Grand Slam only for me to snuff HER out too.
Ask Mercedes Vargas about the hype surrounding her just because she upset Johanna and Bobbie in the Internet Championship tournament and how I snuffed that out by becoming the Bombshells Internet Champion at her expense.
You think I’m going to take you lightly? FUCK NO! I’m not going to let this be the ‘proverbial trap match’. I’m going to give you my absolute best, that's what I’m going to do. Me taking you lightly was the ONE HOPE you had of winning this thing. It’s not JUST because I don’t go easy on anyone, it’s because I REALLY want to humble you! This Sunday, it’s going to be about showing you how cutthroat this fucking company actually is, Adrienne. I’m going to give you something to REALLY cry about because all of that pouting and whining that you showed when Amber rejected your challenge? Yeah, that was me when I was your age too. The NERVE for you to disrespect this division and disrespect the business when you have your stupid little pouty face when Amber says no to you. The fucking NERVE for you to even DISRESPECT JESSIE SALCO who was trying to do nothing but warn you and help you by throwing her past failures and her win loss record in her face. WOW! I mean, I’ve done my own fair share of disrespectful shit, I am not going to deny that.
But YOU?
My god, you’ve got to be the most arrogant, supercilious, 18 year old I have ever heard about in this business. You think you’re too fucking good to take advice, Adrienne? You think you’re too fucking good to hear the word ‘no’? YES! On all counts! You have clearly shown that you think you’re too good to work your way up the ladder and no matter how many times you want to act all cute, naive and innocent, I am going to tell you that most of the locker room doesn’t buy it. Read the damn room, Adrienne. Most of the Bombshells locker room resents you for trying to jump right into a possible match with Amber and that resentment is far greater than you think.
Exhibit A, right here.
I didn’t grind and I didn’t bust my ass for a year, overcoming the haunting Summer of Hell that I did after I lost the world title, overcoming the most embarrassing moment of my career at High Stakes X, having to sit back and endure and suffer and wait while other Bombshells got title shot after title shot instead of me, then going on to EARN my Internet Championship THROUGH that tournament, with ZERO controversy, to share a locker room with someone like you who thinks she’s too good to go through the grind that I did and to go through the obstacles that I have. You don’t even KNOW what adversity is in this business. You don’t even know what it is like to have to overcome such an ego-shattering painful defeat… but after Sunday, you’re going to know… and even then, it’s going to be CHILD’S PLAY compared to what I went through after High Stakes last year. You’ve got it so fucking good compared to everyone else here because while most others in this locker room have paid their dues and have been through some heartbreaking shit throughout their careers, you?
You haven’t gone through ANY of that.
You’re going to learn REAL quick that you don’t get to coast to the world title or a match against Amber. You’re going to learn on Sunday that you’ve got to EARN YOUR KEEP and PAY YOUR DUES, just like Amber has, and Myra has, and Jessie has, and especially just like I have. I didn’t get to where I am in this business by being a line cutting, gun jumping, snot nosed, ignorant, disrespectful little BITCH like you! This Sunday, you’re going to know what being a member of the SCW Bombshells roster is really like. I’m going to humble you. I’m going to break your fucking ego. I’m going to make you eat SHIT and make you sit in your hotel room alone, pouting and crying like the little bitch you are, and you’re going to eat that loss, realize you’re not even close to being worthy of facing Amber, and you are going to shut the fuck up and earn your shit around here just like most of us on this roster have.
I’M your initiation into Sin City Wrestling, Adrienne.
And you’re not going to like how I am going to instantly shatter your Disney princess fairy tale and your unwelcomed, unearned, undeserved superiority complex!
I’m Andrea Hernandez, YOUR SCW Bombshells Internet Champion… and I approve this fucking message…”
I soak in the cheers from my theater audience at my homecoming rally before the camera shot cuts out...
