Post by Shelly Diamond on Feb 9, 2023 0:36:53 GMT
Goddamn I’m sore.
Odyssey: January 13th, 2023
{ We find Shelly in her locker room backstage at the M-Wave Arena. The head doctor on duty has just finished wrapping her right shoulder as Shelly grimaces at the ground. }
Guess I wasn’t quite ready to get back in the ring? Fuck it. I’ll push through the pain like I pushed through it before. I’m back!
{ The Doctor takes a step back to jot something down on his phone. }
“I’m going to recommend you get that checked out as soon as possible.”
“What!?”
{ Shelly stands up as she makes direct eye contact with the Doctor. }
“I believe your rotator cuff is strained based on what you told me. I’d like to have it checked out before you compete again.”
“Are you fucking with me!? That was my first win in months! I’m not about to take time off!”
He has got to be fucking with me.
{ Shelly tries to pressure the Doctor into changing his answer but he works with Japanese wrestlers all the time, intimidation doesn’t work on him. }
“You can either take a few weeks off now and have it looked at or the better part of year later. Either way, I’m not signing off on anymore matches.”
This is bullshit! I can’t believe this hack is doing this to me!
{ Shelly balls up her fists like she’s going to make a bad decision but she thinks better of it and just nods her head. }
“Fine. I’ll get it checked out.”
“Good.”
{ As the Doctor heads out of the locker room we hear Shelly’s phone chime. }
Now what?
{ Shelly scoops her phone up to see a text message from Hayleigh. }
“Congrats on the match tonight. Fuck that Caleb guy.”
{ Shelly considers reprimanding her daughter’s foul language but decides it’s better to just take the win. Hayleigh reached out to her. }
“Thanks. And don’t worry. He’s going to regret that.”
Odyssey: January 13th, 2023
{ We find Shelly in her locker room backstage at the M-Wave Arena. The head doctor on duty has just finished wrapping her right shoulder as Shelly grimaces at the ground. }
Guess I wasn’t quite ready to get back in the ring? Fuck it. I’ll push through the pain like I pushed through it before. I’m back!
{ The Doctor takes a step back to jot something down on his phone. }
“I’m going to recommend you get that checked out as soon as possible.”
“What!?”
{ Shelly stands up as she makes direct eye contact with the Doctor. }
“I believe your rotator cuff is strained based on what you told me. I’d like to have it checked out before you compete again.”
“Are you fucking with me!? That was my first win in months! I’m not about to take time off!”
He has got to be fucking with me.
{ Shelly tries to pressure the Doctor into changing his answer but he works with Japanese wrestlers all the time, intimidation doesn’t work on him. }
“You can either take a few weeks off now and have it looked at or the better part of year later. Either way, I’m not signing off on anymore matches.”
This is bullshit! I can’t believe this hack is doing this to me!
{ Shelly balls up her fists like she’s going to make a bad decision but she thinks better of it and just nods her head. }
“Fine. I’ll get it checked out.”
“Good.”
{ As the Doctor heads out of the locker room we hear Shelly’s phone chime. }
Now what?
{ Shelly scoops her phone up to see a text message from Hayleigh. }
“Congrats on the match tonight. Fuck that Caleb guy.”
{ Shelly considers reprimanding her daughter’s foul language but decides it’s better to just take the win. Hayleigh reached out to her. }
“Thanks. And don’t worry. He’s going to regret that.”
It’s been almost a month since I stepped into the ring and won my first match of 2023.
Almost a month.
I know everyone wants to know why the Mistress of the Microphone took nearly four weeks off between matches and the answer is simple.
The Queens Gambit.
I’m not going to lie. That match kicked my ass more than I thought. And that match I won? It was against the woman who won the Queens Gambit. So you could say a nagging injury became one that needed a little more attention.
Sort of like Caleb Cannin.
Don’t worry, hun, I haven’t forgotten that low blow you hurled my way. We’ll be seeing each other real soon.
That all being said? I’m fully cleared to compete and back to 100%. Hell, I might even get hyperbolic and say I’m 110%? 120% even?
Based on that single victory of 2023 the top brass saw fit to stick me into a World Title Eliminator Match.
Against the woman who took my title.
And the woman who currently holds my title.
Honestly, this match is like a well written hero's journey. What’s the sang? A good story is like poetry, it rhymes? I rose, I fell and I will rise again.
The hero of my own story.
With a shot at redemption against the woman who took “everything” from me.
I don’t want to get things off on the wrong foot, Caroline. I want to start by congratulating you.
Congratulations.
You told the world you could be one of the best and everyone laughed at you. They didn’t just laugh, they out right mocked you as you scraped and clawed your way to shot after shot at the World Championship.
But you kept coming.
You kept pushing. You took all the unwarranted hatred thrown your way and you turned it into the gas that fueled the fire of the passion burning within you. When push came to shove?
You burned the naysayers to the ground.
For a bit.
That alone deserves a round of applause. A standing ovation. That feat alone deserves ten to fifteen minutes of mic time at any awards ceremony because like those awful movies that win picture of the year at the Grammy’s.
No one saw it coming.
Sure, you’ve got billion dollar franchises with near perfect cinema scores but all of that means nothing when the little engine that could gets to hold their trophy and say to the world-
“I’m better than you.”
Of course most of those great films slip back into obscurity once the next blockbuster hits theaters and the rest of the world goes back to watching things that they care about. It doesn’t take away from the fact that for one glimmering second the thing absolutely nobody believed in actually achieved something significant.
Congratulations, really.
But that moment came and went for you, didn’t it, Caroline? Like Glass Onion’s monumental theater run, you came and went faster than a teaser trailer.
Cinema puns are a work of art.
Now you’re right back to where you started. The underdog fighting to prove herself against everyone who says they’re better than you. Like a straight to VOD sequel, the stories are uninspired, the acting’s bad and the CGI is on par with the SyFy channel.
I had one more good one left in the chamber.
I’m not here to say it can’t be done, Caroline. You stand every chance in the world of again calling yourself champion. Hell, you’re one of the toughest opponents I've stepped into the ring with during my years long undefeated streak.
Then again, how many awards did Return to Oz win?
Ok, I’m sorry, that’s my last cinema pun.
Look, I don’t doubt you. I can’t. You beat me. You did the one thing no one else in the world at the time could do. You called your shot. Unlike everyone else who did and said exactly the same thing, you knocked it out of the park. To top it all off the wrestling world saw fit to gift you with the Diamond of the Year for 2022.
I won’t lie, that one stung a little but.
I would’ve figured going well over a year without losing a single match made me a shoe in for such an award but I got a nice pat on the back for my troubles. Mistress of the Mic? I’ll take it. Of course it would have been nice to be recognized for everything I did in between the ropes in 2022 but who doesn’t like participation trophies?
Me.
That’s why I referred to this as a Hero’s Journey. Losing to you wasn’t the start of my fall, it wasn’t the rock bottom either but it was a step on the journey to the lowest point in my life. This match is a step on my journey back to where I belong.
On top.
I had a lot of time to think about all the things I’ve done as I descended the ranks. A lot of time to think about how much I’d like to do things differently if given the chance. Well, Caroline, I’ve got the chance, the chance to rewrite history a little bit. A chance to make a wrong right.
Bloody Assizes 2022, do you remember that night?
I know you do, so do I. The record books say I beat you that night but it leaves out the asterisk, I didn’t do it fairly. At Bloody Assizes I wasn’t able to put your shoulders to canvas without breaking the rules. I had to cheat to keep calling myself The Best and come Legacy you showed the world I was lying to myself.
One on one inside of that ring at Legacy you took me to my limit and I just couldn’t get the job done. I’m not going to make any excuses for it. I can’t. I won’t.
I will say I want to make good on what I said heading into Bloody Assizes.
I’m The Best.
But I can’t say that in all honesty until I’ve pinned you, Caroline, until I’ve beaten you. That is going to be my redemption. That is my path back to the top of this company. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I need to beat you to prove I am everything I’ve ever said I was and I promise you, Caroline.
I’ll do it fairly.
Almost a month.
I know everyone wants to know why the Mistress of the Microphone took nearly four weeks off between matches and the answer is simple.
The Queens Gambit.
I’m not going to lie. That match kicked my ass more than I thought. And that match I won? It was against the woman who won the Queens Gambit. So you could say a nagging injury became one that needed a little more attention.
Sort of like Caleb Cannin.
Don’t worry, hun, I haven’t forgotten that low blow you hurled my way. We’ll be seeing each other real soon.
That all being said? I’m fully cleared to compete and back to 100%. Hell, I might even get hyperbolic and say I’m 110%? 120% even?
Based on that single victory of 2023 the top brass saw fit to stick me into a World Title Eliminator Match.
Against the woman who took my title.
And the woman who currently holds my title.
Honestly, this match is like a well written hero's journey. What’s the sang? A good story is like poetry, it rhymes? I rose, I fell and I will rise again.
The hero of my own story.
With a shot at redemption against the woman who took “everything” from me.
I don’t want to get things off on the wrong foot, Caroline. I want to start by congratulating you.
Congratulations.
You told the world you could be one of the best and everyone laughed at you. They didn’t just laugh, they out right mocked you as you scraped and clawed your way to shot after shot at the World Championship.
But you kept coming.
You kept pushing. You took all the unwarranted hatred thrown your way and you turned it into the gas that fueled the fire of the passion burning within you. When push came to shove?
You burned the naysayers to the ground.
For a bit.
That alone deserves a round of applause. A standing ovation. That feat alone deserves ten to fifteen minutes of mic time at any awards ceremony because like those awful movies that win picture of the year at the Grammy’s.
No one saw it coming.
Sure, you’ve got billion dollar franchises with near perfect cinema scores but all of that means nothing when the little engine that could gets to hold their trophy and say to the world-
“I’m better than you.”
Of course most of those great films slip back into obscurity once the next blockbuster hits theaters and the rest of the world goes back to watching things that they care about. It doesn’t take away from the fact that for one glimmering second the thing absolutely nobody believed in actually achieved something significant.
Congratulations, really.
But that moment came and went for you, didn’t it, Caroline? Like Glass Onion’s monumental theater run, you came and went faster than a teaser trailer.
Cinema puns are a work of art.
Now you’re right back to where you started. The underdog fighting to prove herself against everyone who says they’re better than you. Like a straight to VOD sequel, the stories are uninspired, the acting’s bad and the CGI is on par with the SyFy channel.
I had one more good one left in the chamber.
I’m not here to say it can’t be done, Caroline. You stand every chance in the world of again calling yourself champion. Hell, you’re one of the toughest opponents I've stepped into the ring with during my years long undefeated streak.
Then again, how many awards did Return to Oz win?
Ok, I’m sorry, that’s my last cinema pun.
Look, I don’t doubt you. I can’t. You beat me. You did the one thing no one else in the world at the time could do. You called your shot. Unlike everyone else who did and said exactly the same thing, you knocked it out of the park. To top it all off the wrestling world saw fit to gift you with the Diamond of the Year for 2022.
I won’t lie, that one stung a little but.
I would’ve figured going well over a year without losing a single match made me a shoe in for such an award but I got a nice pat on the back for my troubles. Mistress of the Mic? I’ll take it. Of course it would have been nice to be recognized for everything I did in between the ropes in 2022 but who doesn’t like participation trophies?
Me.
That’s why I referred to this as a Hero’s Journey. Losing to you wasn’t the start of my fall, it wasn’t the rock bottom either but it was a step on the journey to the lowest point in my life. This match is a step on my journey back to where I belong.
On top.
I had a lot of time to think about all the things I’ve done as I descended the ranks. A lot of time to think about how much I’d like to do things differently if given the chance. Well, Caroline, I’ve got the chance, the chance to rewrite history a little bit. A chance to make a wrong right.
Bloody Assizes 2022, do you remember that night?
I know you do, so do I. The record books say I beat you that night but it leaves out the asterisk, I didn’t do it fairly. At Bloody Assizes I wasn’t able to put your shoulders to canvas without breaking the rules. I had to cheat to keep calling myself The Best and come Legacy you showed the world I was lying to myself.
One on one inside of that ring at Legacy you took me to my limit and I just couldn’t get the job done. I’m not going to make any excuses for it. I can’t. I won’t.
I will say I want to make good on what I said heading into Bloody Assizes.
I’m The Best.
But I can’t say that in all honesty until I’ve pinned you, Caroline, until I’ve beaten you. That is going to be my redemption. That is my path back to the top of this company. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I need to beat you to prove I am everything I’ve ever said I was and I promise you, Caroline.
I’ll do it fairly.
Ivy Rehab Physical Therapy: January 28th, 2023
{ We now find Shelly in the middle of her rehab routine. She’s holding two ten pound weights outstretched to either side like a cross and making tiny circles with the weights. They tell her this will strengthen the muscles around the strain and help it heal. }
This is so humiliating. I’m a former World Champion performing arm circles next to some eighty year old lady struggling to lift a three pound weight. Like, I’m not saying it isn’t great that Verona pays for our insurance but maybe he could spring for a better plan? Jesus.
{ Shelly suddenly stops when her phone begins to buzz on a nearby table. Only an animal still uses the ringer. Her phone hits her ear before the weights hit the ground. }
“Hey Hayleigh, what’s up?”
{ We cut to a split screen that shows Hayleigh pacing in her room with the phone on speaker. }
“So uhh… Dad said I should reach out.”
“I see… Thanks?”
{ Shelly grimaces at her own stupid response. }
Come on, you can do better than that.
“Seriously, thank you.”
{ Hayleigh rolls her eyes, clearly she doesn’t want to be doing this. }
“How’s the shoulder?”
{ Hayleigh asks with a half sarcastic tone. }
“Better. Yours?”
{ Shelly asks, knowing she deserved that little barb. }
“It feels great. Tara showed me this stretching technique and it literally felt better the next day.”
“Fantastic.”
{ Shelly said with slightly more sarcasm than she meant. }
“All right, cool. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“What are you doing for your birthday?”
{ Shelly almost blurted the whole question out as a single sentence. }
“Dad and Tara had some ideas but we haven’t really decided yet.”
“Ah…”
“You’re coming, right?”
{ Hayleight asked with a sincerity Shelly wasn’t expecting. }
“If you… I mean… Of course!”
“Good. Keep working on that shoulder and keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll talk to you later!”
“I love you!”
{ The call ended without response but all Shelly could thing was her daughter reached out to her. They had a conversation. Things were starting to turn around. }
{ We now find Shelly in the middle of her rehab routine. She’s holding two ten pound weights outstretched to either side like a cross and making tiny circles with the weights. They tell her this will strengthen the muscles around the strain and help it heal. }
This is so humiliating. I’m a former World Champion performing arm circles next to some eighty year old lady struggling to lift a three pound weight. Like, I’m not saying it isn’t great that Verona pays for our insurance but maybe he could spring for a better plan? Jesus.
{ Shelly suddenly stops when her phone begins to buzz on a nearby table. Only an animal still uses the ringer. Her phone hits her ear before the weights hit the ground. }
“Hey Hayleigh, what’s up?”
{ We cut to a split screen that shows Hayleigh pacing in her room with the phone on speaker. }
“So uhh… Dad said I should reach out.”
“I see… Thanks?”
{ Shelly grimaces at her own stupid response. }
Come on, you can do better than that.
“Seriously, thank you.”
{ Hayleigh rolls her eyes, clearly she doesn’t want to be doing this. }
“How’s the shoulder?”
{ Hayleigh asks with a half sarcastic tone. }
“Better. Yours?”
{ Shelly asks, knowing she deserved that little barb. }
“It feels great. Tara showed me this stretching technique and it literally felt better the next day.”
“Fantastic.”
{ Shelly said with slightly more sarcasm than she meant. }
“All right, cool. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“What are you doing for your birthday?”
{ Shelly almost blurted the whole question out as a single sentence. }
“Dad and Tara had some ideas but we haven’t really decided yet.”
“Ah…”
“You’re coming, right?”
{ Hayleight asked with a sincerity Shelly wasn’t expecting. }
“If you… I mean… Of course!”
“Good. Keep working on that shoulder and keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll talk to you later!”
“I love you!”
{ The call ended without response but all Shelly could thing was her daughter reached out to her. They had a conversation. Things were starting to turn around. }
But don’t mistake my need, my desire, my want to beat Caroline Machado as ignoring you, Jennie.
I know you hate when I don’t acknowledge you.
Twitter sure as hell knows it.
And here’s the thing, until now I didn’t really have any reason to pay attention to you. Why should I have? Do you pay attention to the screaming toddler in the grocery store or do you just walk past thanking God it’s not your problem?
So I walked past you? Sue me. Sue me for expecting, no, sorry, sue me for demanding everyone in the women’s division step the fuck up to my level!
And now here you are saying the exact same thing I was saying with exactly zero credibility to your title reign. When I was on top? When I was demanding ALL YOU PEOPLE raise your fucking game and give me a challenge? I was three hundred plus days into a record breaking title reign. So I’m sorry if some A.V. Club drop out wasn’t getting my attention.
I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO DO SOMETHING.
I was waiting for you to earn it.
And quite honestly? I was far more interested in wrestling the only Fenix in your family who actually matters. Some greenhorn with a Twitter addiction wasn’t exactly my priority while I was knee deep in what I consider the best series of matches professional wrestling will ever see. And in between putting on instant classics with your much more talented older sister I was defending my title against women who went above and beyond to EARN THEIR SHOT.
But that was then.
This is now.
And it’s you asking for the big challenges. It’s you asking for the rest of us to step up.
Well here the fuck I am, Jennie.
And I didn’t beg for it. I didn’t start a social media campaign about it. Hell, I didn’t even ask for this match. I earned it by beating the Queen, the rightful number one contender to your championship.
You’ll learn this as you get older, when you’re as good as Tara and I? You let your actions speak for you. I wasn’t at 100% when I stepped into that triple threat match and I didn’t need to be. Management saw that. They saw that victory and they said to themselves-
“She’s back.”
And they put me in the ring with you the second my doctor signed off on it. And do you know why? Do you have any idea why the IWF would give away such a huge match on just a regular episode of Sacrifice, not even one of those fancy named ones?
Because they need me back at the top.
They want me back at the top.
And they knew like we both know, it’s only a matter of time before I get there.
I’m not trying to imply you aren’t a great wrestler, far from it. You’re tremendous, you’re entertaining, you're exactly the kind of person every brain dead moron on Twitter likes. Hell, what promotion wouldn’t want someone who looks like you plastered all over their social media?
But are you The Best?
Are you legendary?
Are you someone who can carry a company on your shoulders?
This company doesn't seem to think so.
And I’m not so sure either, Jennie. While you think I was ignoring you, I was paying very close attention. I heard every word, every crybaby little promo you ever cut demanding I face you and what I see, what I heard?
Is not who I’d want representing me as Champion.
A champion doesn’t need to cry for challengers. A champion doesn’t sit back and rest between defenses. A champion doesn’t do whatever it is you do.
A Champion fights! Title or no title, a Champion gets in the ring as often as they possibly can to keep their skills sharp! Look at my record, look at my reign! Look at everything I did in between every single defense.
Mayhem in Manhattan anyone?
I didn’t just show up when the show was all about me. I was out there every single week I could be, continuously proving why I’m so much better than everyone else. And when I hold that title again? You can bet your sweet ass I won’t be buying pastries wondering where all my challengers are.
I’ll be in the ring demanding them.
The cute little games are over now, Jennie. You wanted a piece of me and now you’re going to get it. But I think you’re going to regret asking for this. Hell, I think you’re going to look back on all those promos and regret ever even mentioning my name. Because I’m going to win this match and then I am going to take back MY World Championship.
You want to prove you belong at the top?
The only thing you’re going to prove is why you’ll never be Tara.
You’re just a jaded little carbon copy with blond hair instead of blue.
But I will say, congratulations on accomplishing your dream. You must be so proud of yourself winning the World Championship when I wasn’t around to smack you right back to the independents where you belong.
But it’s time to wake up now, Jennie.
It’s fun living in a fantasy world where all your dreams come true. I get it but there comes a time when you’ve got to face reality. I faced it. I saw I’m fallible, beatable, I saw that someone with enough dedication can and will step up to beat me. I saw my mistakes and I'm doing everything in my power to fix them.
You’re going to have to face reality too.
And the reality is? You’re not the person. You’ll never be that person.
You’re just not good enough.
I'm sorry if that's a bit harsh but I don't make it a habit of lying. You aren't what this division or this company needs. You're just the one good enough to carry it until I was ready, again.
Thank you for your service.
I know you hate when I don’t acknowledge you.
Twitter sure as hell knows it.
And here’s the thing, until now I didn’t really have any reason to pay attention to you. Why should I have? Do you pay attention to the screaming toddler in the grocery store or do you just walk past thanking God it’s not your problem?
So I walked past you? Sue me. Sue me for expecting, no, sorry, sue me for demanding everyone in the women’s division step the fuck up to my level!
And now here you are saying the exact same thing I was saying with exactly zero credibility to your title reign. When I was on top? When I was demanding ALL YOU PEOPLE raise your fucking game and give me a challenge? I was three hundred plus days into a record breaking title reign. So I’m sorry if some A.V. Club drop out wasn’t getting my attention.
I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO DO SOMETHING.
I was waiting for you to earn it.
And quite honestly? I was far more interested in wrestling the only Fenix in your family who actually matters. Some greenhorn with a Twitter addiction wasn’t exactly my priority while I was knee deep in what I consider the best series of matches professional wrestling will ever see. And in between putting on instant classics with your much more talented older sister I was defending my title against women who went above and beyond to EARN THEIR SHOT.
But that was then.
This is now.
And it’s you asking for the big challenges. It’s you asking for the rest of us to step up.
Well here the fuck I am, Jennie.
And I didn’t beg for it. I didn’t start a social media campaign about it. Hell, I didn’t even ask for this match. I earned it by beating the Queen, the rightful number one contender to your championship.
You’ll learn this as you get older, when you’re as good as Tara and I? You let your actions speak for you. I wasn’t at 100% when I stepped into that triple threat match and I didn’t need to be. Management saw that. They saw that victory and they said to themselves-
“She’s back.”
And they put me in the ring with you the second my doctor signed off on it. And do you know why? Do you have any idea why the IWF would give away such a huge match on just a regular episode of Sacrifice, not even one of those fancy named ones?
Because they need me back at the top.
They want me back at the top.
And they knew like we both know, it’s only a matter of time before I get there.
I’m not trying to imply you aren’t a great wrestler, far from it. You’re tremendous, you’re entertaining, you're exactly the kind of person every brain dead moron on Twitter likes. Hell, what promotion wouldn’t want someone who looks like you plastered all over their social media?
But are you The Best?
Are you legendary?
Are you someone who can carry a company on your shoulders?
This company doesn't seem to think so.
And I’m not so sure either, Jennie. While you think I was ignoring you, I was paying very close attention. I heard every word, every crybaby little promo you ever cut demanding I face you and what I see, what I heard?
Is not who I’d want representing me as Champion.
A champion doesn’t need to cry for challengers. A champion doesn’t sit back and rest between defenses. A champion doesn’t do whatever it is you do.
A Champion fights! Title or no title, a Champion gets in the ring as often as they possibly can to keep their skills sharp! Look at my record, look at my reign! Look at everything I did in between every single defense.
Mayhem in Manhattan anyone?
I didn’t just show up when the show was all about me. I was out there every single week I could be, continuously proving why I’m so much better than everyone else. And when I hold that title again? You can bet your sweet ass I won’t be buying pastries wondering where all my challengers are.
I’ll be in the ring demanding them.
The cute little games are over now, Jennie. You wanted a piece of me and now you’re going to get it. But I think you’re going to regret asking for this. Hell, I think you’re going to look back on all those promos and regret ever even mentioning my name. Because I’m going to win this match and then I am going to take back MY World Championship.
You want to prove you belong at the top?
The only thing you’re going to prove is why you’ll never be Tara.
You’re just a jaded little carbon copy with blond hair instead of blue.
But I will say, congratulations on accomplishing your dream. You must be so proud of yourself winning the World Championship when I wasn’t around to smack you right back to the independents where you belong.
But it’s time to wake up now, Jennie.
It’s fun living in a fantasy world where all your dreams come true. I get it but there comes a time when you’ve got to face reality. I faced it. I saw I’m fallible, beatable, I saw that someone with enough dedication can and will step up to beat me. I saw my mistakes and I'm doing everything in my power to fix them.
You’re going to have to face reality too.
And the reality is? You’re not the person. You’ll never be that person.
You’re just not good enough.
I'm sorry if that's a bit harsh but I don't make it a habit of lying. You aren't what this division or this company needs. You're just the one good enough to carry it until I was ready, again.
Thank you for your service.
Odyssey: February 10th, 2023
{ Shelly has just finished her prematch work out and asked the IWF camera crew to meet her backstage at the P&J Live Complex. She stands before us dressed and ready to kill. }
“Tonight I step into the ring with two of the best wrestlers on this roster! But here’s the thing. There’s a difference between being TWO of the best and being The Best!”
{ Shelly nods her head before continuing. }
“I know both of you think you’ve got what it takes to come out the otherside of this as the winner. And one of you thinks they've got a choice in the matter. But the fact is the choice was made for you!”
{ Shelly rolls her formally hurt shoulder. }
“There is only ONE BEST in this company, in this industry! And it’s been far too long since I reminded you who exactly SHE is. Tonight in Aberdeen? I remind you who I am. Tonight? I beat my Apollo Creed and Tommy Gunn in the same goddamn match.”
{ Shelly laughs to herself for a moment. }
“Don’t call it a comeback.”
{ Shelly aggressively palms the camera before our scene officially ends. }
{ Shelly has just finished her prematch work out and asked the IWF camera crew to meet her backstage at the P&J Live Complex. She stands before us dressed and ready to kill. }
“Tonight I step into the ring with two of the best wrestlers on this roster! But here’s the thing. There’s a difference between being TWO of the best and being The Best!”
{ Shelly nods her head before continuing. }
“I know both of you think you’ve got what it takes to come out the otherside of this as the winner. And one of you thinks they've got a choice in the matter. But the fact is the choice was made for you!”
{ Shelly rolls her formally hurt shoulder. }
“There is only ONE BEST in this company, in this industry! And it’s been far too long since I reminded you who exactly SHE is. Tonight in Aberdeen? I remind you who I am. Tonight? I beat my Apollo Creed and Tommy Gunn in the same goddamn match.”
{ Shelly laughs to herself for a moment. }
“Don’t call it a comeback.”
{ Shelly aggressively palms the camera before our scene officially ends. }
Well howdy there pardner.