Post by Shelly Diamond on Jan 12, 2023 1:09:45 GMT
I don’t know what’s wrong with me…
Ever since that match with Tara Fenix I can’t seem to get my head in the game.
THAT WAS ALMOST FOUR DAMN MONTHS AGO!
Get your shit together, Shelly! GET IT TOGETHER!
You are the longest reigning champion in the company’s history! You had an undefeated streak that will never be matched! Ever! You’re a legend in this business with a few dozen matches to your name!
So what the fuck is wrong with you?
{ We find the former IWF Women’s World Champion currently in her home basement gym. She’s clearly been putting in the work despite the hellacious ladder match she was a part of only days ago. The cuts and bruises are still clearly visible beneath the sheen of sweat as she reaches for her water bottle. Her eyes wince ever so slightly as she extends her arm. }
You know what’s wrong. You know why you haven’t won a match since October. You know it. You can lie to the crowd, you can lie to the people in the back but you can’t lie to yourself.
It’s Hayleigh…
It’s been four months since the biggest mistake of your life and she still treats you like it happened yesterday. Sure, Angel and Tara convinced her to come visit you a couple of times but you can still see it in her eyes.
She’s pissed at you.
Hell, maybe she even hates you? Who knows? She doesn’t want to talk about it. Everytime you bring it up she grabs the Switch and heads up to her room. You’d take the damn thing away if she wasn’t becoming a wrestling prodigy herself.
Not to mention that would just add fuel to the fire.
{ As Shelly thinks to herself we can hear footsteps moving around upstairs. }
She barely even said “hi” to you when she got here this morning. It actually sounded more like a series of grunts as she walked past you.
{ You can hear the refrigerator door open, close and then the footsteps come to a stop at the basement door. Shelly looks up with a bit of hope in her eyes but then the steps continue on heading back toward the stairs to the second floor. }
Fix it. Fix it. FIX IT!
How do you fix it!? Keep your promise!? How do you keep your promise when you can’t win a match!? How do you win a match when all you can think about is the girl at home watching and waiting for you to screw up!? Why can’t I just buy her a kitten like when she was little and this all just goes away!?
STUPID!!
“Ugh…”
{ Shelly rubs the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. }
You just have to knuckle down. Put your nose to the grindstone and just keep moving forward. Keep trying. Don’t give up.
She’s worth it.
Ever since that match with Tara Fenix I can’t seem to get my head in the game.
THAT WAS ALMOST FOUR DAMN MONTHS AGO!
Get your shit together, Shelly! GET IT TOGETHER!
You are the longest reigning champion in the company’s history! You had an undefeated streak that will never be matched! Ever! You’re a legend in this business with a few dozen matches to your name!
So what the fuck is wrong with you?
{ We find the former IWF Women’s World Champion currently in her home basement gym. She’s clearly been putting in the work despite the hellacious ladder match she was a part of only days ago. The cuts and bruises are still clearly visible beneath the sheen of sweat as she reaches for her water bottle. Her eyes wince ever so slightly as she extends her arm. }
You know what’s wrong. You know why you haven’t won a match since October. You know it. You can lie to the crowd, you can lie to the people in the back but you can’t lie to yourself.
It’s Hayleigh…
It’s been four months since the biggest mistake of your life and she still treats you like it happened yesterday. Sure, Angel and Tara convinced her to come visit you a couple of times but you can still see it in her eyes.
She’s pissed at you.
Hell, maybe she even hates you? Who knows? She doesn’t want to talk about it. Everytime you bring it up she grabs the Switch and heads up to her room. You’d take the damn thing away if she wasn’t becoming a wrestling prodigy herself.
Not to mention that would just add fuel to the fire.
{ As Shelly thinks to herself we can hear footsteps moving around upstairs. }
She barely even said “hi” to you when she got here this morning. It actually sounded more like a series of grunts as she walked past you.
{ You can hear the refrigerator door open, close and then the footsteps come to a stop at the basement door. Shelly looks up with a bit of hope in her eyes but then the steps continue on heading back toward the stairs to the second floor. }
Fix it. Fix it. FIX IT!
How do you fix it!? Keep your promise!? How do you keep your promise when you can’t win a match!? How do you win a match when all you can think about is the girl at home watching and waiting for you to screw up!? Why can’t I just buy her a kitten like when she was little and this all just goes away!?
STUPID!!
“Ugh…”
{ Shelly rubs the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. }
You just have to knuckle down. Put your nose to the grindstone and just keep moving forward. Keep trying. Don’t give up.
She’s worth it.
Congratulations IWF universe!
You guys were right. I had to lose eventually and it sure as shit came in threes just like bad luck always does.
And now I hear you asking yourselves, has Shelly fallen off?
Was she ever really as good as she said she was?
Did the Best Ever peak?
Well if you look at my recent record it sure fucking looks like it. I’m starting 2023 in a position I’ve never been in. Not a single win to my record. I couldn’t even manage to climb a ladder for fuck’s sake.
Congratulations to the newcomer, Che, by the way. Really impressed by your climbing skills. You clearly part timed at a Home Depot before graduating from the same professional wrestling school as Latoya Hixx.
Ohhh, I’ve still got it.
But here’s the real question you should be asking yourselves.
Did Shelly Diamond finally peak or did the rest of the IWF finally catch up to me?
It’s lonely at the front of the pack and I sure as shit lapped a whole hell of a lot of you on my rise through the ranks. It was only a matter of time before one or two of you finally caught up to me. So please, don’t go making the mistake that I’m somehow any worse than I was in 2022. I’m just finally facing competition on my level.
That is to say prior to this week.
Tara? Caroline? Terrella?
All certified hall of fame talents, I’d bet every dollar I have in the bank on it. But a bunch of idiots scrambling over each other to climb a ladder?
I’m sorry if that doesn’t cause a huge blow to my ego. Winning a ladder match is like winning the Mega Millions. Some dumb piece of shit just so happened to get lucky once in their life.
But I’ll admit it. I’m not 100%, not even close. How the hell can you be when someone hits you in the back of the head with a ladder or you fall ten feet down onto steel? My body is beat to shit and I’m feeling that match from head to toe. I’m sure I’ll still be feeling that match by the time the fourth of July rolls around too.
And when IWF called me and asked if I wanted a match this week, do you know what I said?
You're god-damn right!
Because that’s what separates me from the rest of the pack. That’s what brought me all my accolades. That! My ability to just keep going when no one else can. My ability to keep getting up. To keep getting better. To keep fighting until I’m the only one left standing.
Sure, I slipped.
I stumbled.
Hell, I fell the fuck down flat on my face.
But I got back up every single goddamn time. I got back into that ring. I kept pushing myself. I don’t need to win a ladder match to earn a title shot. My record speaks for itself. I could have a shot at any title I want at any goddamn time I want. But I wanted to be in that match. I wanted to push myself. I wanted to see how hard I could get hit and get back up.
I got back up.
Could Che say the same? We don’t know yet. She’s been in the IWF for a cup of coffee and sky rocketed to the top of the charts. It’s impressive. You’ve had a good couple of weeks. But here’s the thing.
I had a DAMN GOOD couple of years.
This sport isn’t just about one good performance. It isn’t about just getting lucky. You need to show up and show out week after week, month after month, year after year until the entire world is forced to recognize that you’re just as goddamn good as you say you are.
You’ve got everything to prove against the single best Women’s World Champion this company has ever had.
Me? I just need to do what I did better than anyone for well over a year.
Win.
Don’t get insulted. Keep the Twitter tears out of my ring. I’m simply stating the facts, Che. If you don’t like the facts then you need to step into that ring ready to make your own. You may be just as damn good as the internet says you are. You may be the next coming of Shelly Diamond. I don’t know. What I do know is I’m good and goddamn ready to find out.
I hope you are.
As for Caleb? It’s pretty good and goddamn clear your heart isn’t in this business for the right reasons. You want to be a champion without putting in any of the work. You want to cut a deal with your opponent to take me out?
Good, I’m glad you’re afraid of me.
You should be afraid. Because I can and will out wrestle you in any ring, in any match, on any night anywhere in the entire world. Do we understand each other?
I don’t just plan to pin you to the mat, I plan to make you tap out and quit. Quit like you’ve quit every other time things have gotten too hard for you. The bottom line is, you don’t have what it takes to really make it in the IWF. You barely have what it takes to call yourself a man and I mean man in the most liberal of senses.
You’re a gutless coward who I will make beg for mercy.
I will make you scream.
Hell, I may just break something so I don’t have to hear your sniveling voice for a few months.
Friday night isn’t your chance to finally make a name for yourself in the IWF. It’s the night I happily deposit your ass right back where you belong.
Across the ring from John Blade.
This is my show. You’re all just characters in it.
Well howdy there pardner.