Old Vs New

[Lizzy Dalmon]

Twice. That’s how many times my sister has been put into matches with multiple participants. In both of those instances she lost. No, it wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t beaten, but the result is still the same. I can see that this is taking its toll on Lizzy. I know she is hurting, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

It doesn’t help that I pressed her hard about the death of that Chicago wrestling trainer. I mean, he was old, probably lived what he would call a fulfilling life. No real lose. Yet I pushed. She said she had nothing to do with it. I heard that the coroner called it “natural causes”. That doesn’t necessarily make it true.

I’ve known for a long time that she is capable of murder. It’s the path she’s on. It’s what I want to protect her from. That’s something she could never come back. I’m not with her twenty-four seven, though I’d love to me. Without her by my side, I’m not complete. My questioning has had her punishing me. No physical contact since. I haven’t even been allowed to use our slave to fulfill my needs.

I dare not take care of things myself.

I mustn’t anger my Goddess further.

Lizzy: One of these days I’m going to read whatever it is you’re writing in there…

All she would have to do is ask and Landon would hang it over. Even with his most personally and private thoughts inside he wouldn’t hesitate. He would be ashamed and take him punishment willingly.

Landon: There isn’t much in there. Nothing of interest anyway. You know me.

Lizzy: You know I find you interesting brother. I’m sure all your adoring fans would think the same.

Landon: Who cares what they think…

Lizzy: Oh brother, where would we be without our adoring fans?

Landon: Beautiful, rich, athletic, talented…

Lizzy: Obviously! But we wouldn’t be famous!

She takes a seat on his bed and Landon gets a glimmer of hope in his eyes. It's short lived.

Lizzy: Come sit by me brother…

He takes a seat next to her.

Lizzy: I know you still think I had something to do with that wrestling trainer. It breaks my heart that you don’t believe me…

Landon: It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just…

Lizzy: Please just let me finish. What happened at that gym, that shouldn’t have happened. No matter how disrespectful he was. I need someone to take me to the next level.

Landon: I think you’re doing pretty good.

Lizzy: Pretty good isn’t the best is it? There is no better time for me to claim my spot at the top of the Diamonds division. It’s weak and ripe for the picking.

Landon: You’ve only been at it for a couple of months. The wrestling business isn’t something you can be the best at overnight.

He says this despite winning a title a month into the business himself.

Lizzy: That doesn’t matter! Soon the IWF Is going to have an influx of women and what if I get lost in the shuffle?

This is the first time in a long time that he can remember his sister showing even an ounce of doubt.

Landon: You’re a Dalmon sis…

Lizzy: That doesn’t seem to matter in the IWF. There sure don’t treat me like one. That’s why I need you to find me someone who can handle someone like me. I need a trainer to the stars!

Landon: I can try…

She gives her brother a long hug. For Landon it isn’t long enough.

Lizzy: The sooner you find someone, the sooner things can go back to normal.

Landon: You mean?

All she does is nod.

Landon: Where’s my phone?

If there is one thing I’ve learned during my short time in the wrestling business it’s this...People get pretty pissed off when they aren’t given proper respect. It seems that there are some out there who even though their relevance has faded think that we should remember all that they’ve done.

That doesn’t sound like respect, it sounds like sympathy…

It doesn’t matter if people like it or not, the landscape of the Diamonds division is changing. From the moment I signed an IWF contract is was only a matter of time until I became the new queen of the division. The question isn’t if...it’s when.

This isn’t just my opinion.

All you have to do is look at the Diamond in the Rough tournament. It doesn’t matter how Riley Gordon wants to disguise it, this is a talent search on a huge scale. What choice does the IWF have? The current crop of girls just can’t cut it. Outside of the champions the roster is made up of never going to be nothings.

Outside of myself of course.

The point I’m making is…

The IWF Diamonds division is moving forward...we don’t need a blast from the past…

We don’t need Ashley Mastrangelo!

I’m so happy that she got to come back and get that “we remember you” pop. It probably made her think that the fans still give a damn about her. I assure you they don’t. The fans will cheer for something just out of nostalgia. It doesn’t matter if it was good or bad. That’s how stupid they are.

Plus how good was Ashley Mastrangelo anyway?

Sure we hear about how she is a former IWF Ruby champion. So what? The belt mustn't have been that big of a deal if it’s no longer around. So why should I care that you she held it? I shouldn’t and I don’t.

She is nothing to me.

Ashley, you can’t fool me.

You see how bad the Diamonds division is right now. You see how the IWF is doing whatever it can to find an ounce of talent. They don’t even hide the fact they’re doing it. So you figure might as well use your history and get yourself back into the picture. Smart. The IWF has no choice but to take you in a heartbeat. To them you’re probably a Godsend.

I hate to admit it, but you’re a threat to me Ashley.

It isn’t in the way you think.

I’m not afraid that you’ll beat me. Of course not! That would be laughable. You obviously left the business for one reason or another. I bet it’s because you couldn’t handle it anymore. Which is pretty sad. As bad as the division is now...it was the worst a couple years ago.

How many girls from your time are still around?

Nobody of consequence.

So you want a shot at glory, you want a shot to be in the Ironmaiden? You don’t deserve either. You will do whatever it takes? I’m pretty sure their aren’t enough dicks to suck that will make you worthy of any honor like that. But like I said, you’re a Godsend.

They’ll probably hand you a spot, just like they hand out title shots to Crystal Millar and Fiona McFly.

That’s why I am going to do everyone a favor. I’m going to put a stop to it before it even begins. You made the wrong choice in accepting my challenge Ashley. I know you had no choice because you didn’t want to look like a weak and delicate flower. It’s just another bad decision. You should have stayed home.

Once I out you for being a hasbeen hopefully we’ll have seen the last of you.

You know who I am Ashley. Everyone knows who I am. I’m famous the world over. It’s just too bad that you probably couldn’t separate the billionaire princess from wrestling’s newest IT girl.

I hope you’re ready Ash because I’m going to take any little bit of credibility you have left in this business. You should have stayed retired.

Perhaps after Open Fight Night you’ll have no choice.

A limo pulls up into a dark alley. The alley is deserted except for one questionable looking man leaning against a building smoking a cigarette. The window of the limo rolls down and only one person is seen inside, Lizzy Dalmon.

Lizzy: I don’t know why you had to call me out here at this time of night.

The man walks over to her. He tosses his cigarette to the ground, knowing how much she hates smokers.

Man: Well it isn’t like I could show up to your home now can I? Plus we needed to get squared away. I don’t work for free.

Lizzy: Did you think I wouldn’t pay you? We’ve worked together before.

She hands him an envelope and he doesn’t insult her any further by counting it. He really doesn’t want to get on her bad side.

Lizzy: You're sure none of this will come back on me?

Man: Has it ever?

He turns around and walks away as the limo pulls away. In a moment the only evidence that they were ever there is the still smoking butt of a cigarette.