Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Mar 27, 2017 2:20:48 GMT
I see how it is Lizzy. You went out of your way to bash me, to call me a has been, and then, when I showed up to beat you on Sacrifice, which seems to be a thing with me these days, you get all jealous and hit me from behind.
Real classy.
Then again, what did I expect from a stuck up snob like you?
The cameras tune in and unlike last week where I was training and getting ready for my match against Lizzy, I’ve found the training to be easier than I expected. I had kept working out to stay in shape, but once I stepped in the ring, it was a lot easier that I thought it would be to get back in the swing of things...at least from that perspective.
So, with that being said, I was sitting in the local salon, getting my nails done. I open my eyes and look up at the camera, staring down at me from over the girl’s shoulder.
What? You expect me to train every single minute of my waking life? What girl doesn’t like having her nails done, followed up by a massage? I mean, seriously, I gotta work those bumps and bruises out from a sneak attack somehow, right?
I reached over my shoulder and rubbed it, the muscles still a bit sore from the attack from behind.
If you think that’s all it was going to take Lizzy, you’re sadly, and badly mistaken. You see, I accept challenges at Open Fight Night, and I comeback and show whoever it is that I certainly am NOT a has been, or a relic from a bygone era of women’s wrestling in the IWF.
I’m still just as good as any of you and I’m willing to get in that ring and prove it at any point in time, in any arena in the country, or world.
I wave my hand in front of me dismissively.
Don’t worry though Lizzy, you’re not the first I’ve embarrassed in this fashion...just ask the first Shieldmaiden, Kayla Richards. She was a lot like you. She was young, arrogant, and full of herself. She thought her family name could get her anything in wrestling, just as I’m sure you think your name can get you anything...anywhere.
I point to myself with a confident smile on my face.
I’m a Mastrangelo. My father has ties around the country with some very powerful people, and I know the road you’re going down Lizzy, and to be honest, mine actually ended well and landed me right here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation after the watchful eyes of a certain superstar kept me on the straight and narrow.
I point between the camera and myself.
The difference between me and you though is that I had guidelines. I had someone to keep me in check and tell me when things were being done wrong, or in a way that wasn’t acceptable. You don’t have that.
What?
You do?
Is that what you call that bony little blonde guy who follows you around?
Pfft...dye his hair dark, or put a wig on him, give him some giant fake boobs, and he could double as Paige Garcia. He has no real control and the world can see that. You do what you want, when you want and expect there to be no consequences.
It’s why you attacked me from behind after I beat you.
I shrug my shoulders.
Well, I hate to break it to you...but there ARE consequences to your actions Lizzy. For every action there is an equal reaction and yours is coming at High Stakes. I will use you as a stepping stone back to greatness. I will teach you that you can’t have your way all of the time.
The nail stylist finishes, and I check my nails, blowing on them.
PERFECT!
I look back up at the camera.
Oh, and Lizzy?
At High Stakes?
I’ma break ya bitch!
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== “Back In The Swing Of Things” ==
I had gotten in the back after my match against Lizzy and the announcement made by Riley Gordon. I was breathing heavy, but feeling good about myself after the display I had put on for the fans. It had been a few years, but as I headed over to the table next to the steps, grabbing a bottle of water and twisting off the cap, Kathy Conway walked up.
”Ms. Mastrangelo, that was quite a performance.”
I turn, a smile on my face.
”Thanks, I appreciate it.”
”Perhaps you’d like to stay on a little more than part time?”
I laughed a little bit. I knew I wanted a shot at the Iron Maiden, and possibly the Diamonds Championship. After all, it was the one thing I hadn’t done in my first stint with the company. The more I thought about it, the more the idea started to stick. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
”Perhaps.”
She nodded with a smile and headed off.
”Hmmm.”
As I took another sip of water, I couldn’t help but think...maybe this shouldn’t be temporary after all.
Real classy.
Then again, what did I expect from a stuck up snob like you?
The cameras tune in and unlike last week where I was training and getting ready for my match against Lizzy, I’ve found the training to be easier than I expected. I had kept working out to stay in shape, but once I stepped in the ring, it was a lot easier that I thought it would be to get back in the swing of things...at least from that perspective.
So, with that being said, I was sitting in the local salon, getting my nails done. I open my eyes and look up at the camera, staring down at me from over the girl’s shoulder.
What? You expect me to train every single minute of my waking life? What girl doesn’t like having her nails done, followed up by a massage? I mean, seriously, I gotta work those bumps and bruises out from a sneak attack somehow, right?
I reached over my shoulder and rubbed it, the muscles still a bit sore from the attack from behind.
If you think that’s all it was going to take Lizzy, you’re sadly, and badly mistaken. You see, I accept challenges at Open Fight Night, and I comeback and show whoever it is that I certainly am NOT a has been, or a relic from a bygone era of women’s wrestling in the IWF.
I’m still just as good as any of you and I’m willing to get in that ring and prove it at any point in time, in any arena in the country, or world.
I wave my hand in front of me dismissively.
Don’t worry though Lizzy, you’re not the first I’ve embarrassed in this fashion...just ask the first Shieldmaiden, Kayla Richards. She was a lot like you. She was young, arrogant, and full of herself. She thought her family name could get her anything in wrestling, just as I’m sure you think your name can get you anything...anywhere.
I point to myself with a confident smile on my face.
I’m a Mastrangelo. My father has ties around the country with some very powerful people, and I know the road you’re going down Lizzy, and to be honest, mine actually ended well and landed me right here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation after the watchful eyes of a certain superstar kept me on the straight and narrow.
I point between the camera and myself.
The difference between me and you though is that I had guidelines. I had someone to keep me in check and tell me when things were being done wrong, or in a way that wasn’t acceptable. You don’t have that.
What?
You do?
Is that what you call that bony little blonde guy who follows you around?
Pfft...dye his hair dark, or put a wig on him, give him some giant fake boobs, and he could double as Paige Garcia. He has no real control and the world can see that. You do what you want, when you want and expect there to be no consequences.
It’s why you attacked me from behind after I beat you.
I shrug my shoulders.
Well, I hate to break it to you...but there ARE consequences to your actions Lizzy. For every action there is an equal reaction and yours is coming at High Stakes. I will use you as a stepping stone back to greatness. I will teach you that you can’t have your way all of the time.
The nail stylist finishes, and I check my nails, blowing on them.
PERFECT!
I look back up at the camera.
Oh, and Lizzy?
At High Stakes?
I’ma break ya bitch!
###################################################
== “Back In The Swing Of Things” ==
I had gotten in the back after my match against Lizzy and the announcement made by Riley Gordon. I was breathing heavy, but feeling good about myself after the display I had put on for the fans. It had been a few years, but as I headed over to the table next to the steps, grabbing a bottle of water and twisting off the cap, Kathy Conway walked up.
”Ms. Mastrangelo, that was quite a performance.”
I turn, a smile on my face.
”Thanks, I appreciate it.”
”Perhaps you’d like to stay on a little more than part time?”
I laughed a little bit. I knew I wanted a shot at the Iron Maiden, and possibly the Diamonds Championship. After all, it was the one thing I hadn’t done in my first stint with the company. The more I thought about it, the more the idea started to stick. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
”Perhaps.”
She nodded with a smile and headed off.
”Hmmm.”
As I took another sip of water, I couldn’t help but think...maybe this shouldn’t be temporary after all.