Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 13:24:02 GMT -5
Ever since the man I now know as Jeremy Cummings showed his face at the HYBRID Combat School and claimed to be my biological father, I’ve been questioning who I am. The last time I did that was back when I first started my wrestling career when I would dye my hair blonde and cake myself in fake tan because I thought that would be the only way I’d be taken seriously and be able to make a name for myself in this industry.
What happens if this verdict comes back positive and Jeremy is indeed my biological father? Am I still the same person? Does it mean I’ve been living a lie my entire life?
I wish I knew the answers to those questions…
I’m sitting here in the hospital, in the waiting area, dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt and my custom made black leather jacket.
Jeremy is sitting beside me, dressed in a grey suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of brown loafers and he seems anxious, not about the results of the DNA test we’re waiting on as he’s been one hundred percent confident from the beginning that the result is positive.
He’s anxious because I haven’t said a word to him since we got here.
“You can talk to me you know…”
I don’t respond, I don’t even move a muscle, I just stare at the blank white wall in front of me. He lets out a sigh before sitting back in his chair and picks up one of the leaflets to read, just to pass the time while we wait.
“Once you hear the results for yourself, if we’re going to have any sort of relationship with each other, you’re going to need to communicate with me.”
“You were perfectly okay having no communication with me for the past twenty eight fucking years, Jeremy!”
Without even looking at him, I snap back at him.
“Language, young lady.”
“You’re not my--”
I pause mid-sentence and after a few moments I just turn my body so I have my back to him and go back to being silent.
“Suit yourself…”
He goes back to reading the leaflet when after a few moments, one of the doctor’s approach us with a clipboard and looks down at it before turning his attention to us.
“Miss Stacy Jones and Mr Jeremy Cummings?”
We both look up and Jeremy is immediately up onto his feet and shakes his hand.
“That’s us, doctor, pleasure to meet you.”
I slowly stand and glare at the young doctor.
“Where’s Cadence?”
“She’s not here today, Miss…she asked me to take over for this particular appointment.”
“Did she now? And how do I know that you’re telling the truth and that I can trust you with this information?”
Jeremy shakes his head and raises his hand in an apologetic fashion to the doctor.
“Stacy, this man is a professional and he’s just doing his job. I apologise for her behaviour, doctor…this has been a hard thing for her to accept, I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course. If you would both kindly follow me please…”
We both follow the doctor for a few moments until we reach an office door, the doctor opens it and enters as we both follow him in. Closing the door behind him, he motions for us to take a seat and we do so before he sits down behind his desk.
“Okay so, a few weeks ago Miss Jones…your friend Dr Cadence Gosselin upon your request gave Mr Cummings here a paternity test after he claimed to be your biological fa--”
“Just cut to the reason why we’re here…”
I feel Jeremy’s glare burning through the side of my head but I don’t care as the doctor clears his throat and nods.
“Very well, Miss Jones. The test came back positive…Mr Cummings here is your biological father. We can give you as much support as you need to help with this transition--”
Quickly standing to my feet, to the surprise of both the doctor and Jeremy, I make a beeline for the door and leave. Heading swiftly down the corridor towards the exit, I hear Jeremy behind me, jogging towards me.
“Stacy, wait!”
He grabs hold of my arm and spins me around to face him.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you think you’re over-reacting a bit?”
“Over-reacting?!?! OVER-REACTING?!?!”
I chuckle a little as I cannot believe the nerve of this man as other patients are now looking at the both of us.
“Stacy, calm down…you’re causing a scene.”
“I will not calm down! I don’t care if I’m causing a scene! You say I’m over-reacting? That doctor in there was about to tell me that he can give us resources to help us build a relationship, wasn’t he?”
Jeremy nods.
“Well I don’t want any fucking help building a relationship with you! I don’t need you! I haven’t needed you for twenty eight fucking years!”
“Stacy…I’m sorry…”
“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry? Oh well then that makes everything okay now then doesn’t it? What the Hell do you want from me, Jeremy? Do you want me to just welcome you back into my life…the life you were never ever a part of as if nothing happened?!?! You abandoned me! You forced my mother to give me up for adoption when she didn’t want too…but she had no fucking choice because she didn’t have the help she needed! That was your fault!”
“Stacy…I…”
“SHUT UP!!! I don’t give a fuck what that piece of paper says…you are NOT my father and you never WILL be my father!”
And with that, I turn my back to him and storm out of the hospital in floods of tears, leaving Jeremy in the hospital in silence.
This wasn’t the news I wanted to hear, or at least I think it’s not. I don’t know. I’m so confused and conflicted about so many different things. Why did this have to happen now? I need to take my mind off this whole mess and focus on what’s more important.
The Queen of the Ring tournament.
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As the time draws nearer and nearer, the more nervous I get. I knew from the moment I signed up for this Queen of the Ring tournament that it wouldn’t be easy, wrestling tournaments are never easy. And anyone who believes this is going to be a cake walk? If anyone underestimates a single participant in this tournament? They’re going to be in for a rude awakening!
I’ve said it already, no matter what any of the other women say, I need this and want this more than any of them can imagine. They may believe otherwise and I honestly don’t blame them for believing that, but saying something like that is easy, but feeling it is another story, and I feel it!
Which is why I’m going to do it!
The camera flickers to life as I can be seen standing on the stage of the MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, the arena that will host the Queen of the Ring tournament 2017. I’m dressed in a pair of black and white sneakers, a pair of plain black skin tight leggings, a plain black tank top and a plain black cap.
I take my time to look around at the set-up and the thousands of empty seats that in a few days time will be completely full of wrestling fans, all ready to witness who will walk out of here as the Queen of the Ring.
It fills my body with energy and excitement.
“This Sunday, right here in this very arena, every fan in attendance will watch as one of eight women will be crowned the Queen of the Ring 2017. But which one of those eight women will actually be the winner? Will it be Kate Steele?”
An image of Kate Steele appears on the titantron as I look up to it for a brief moment before looking back to the camera and shrug.
“Who knows…the woman’s been pretty silent lately, people are starting to wonder if she’ll even turn up for the tournament at this rate. Of course, I bet that would be something that Sarah Lacklan would absolutely love considering it would mean she’d get a free pass into the semi-finals of the tournament and we all know how much Sarah loves to take the easy way with everything…because why actually put hard work into everything when you can just cheat your way to victory, eh Sarah?”
I shake my head as now an image of Sarah herself appears on the tron, looking up at it, my expression turns to one of disgust and I look away before making my way down the ramp.
“Speaking of Sarah…could she be the winner? I doubt it because once again, the fucking bimbo proved how she either doesn’t actually do any damn research on her opponent or she’s just plain stupid. Then again, she could just be saying what she’s saying to piss me off…but if she’s doing that, it falls into her being stupid because you don’t want to fucking piss me off!”
Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
“Just on the off chance that you haven’t done your research on me, yes I may have been adopted, but there’s already somebody who’s come forward claiming to be my biological father and recently, it was discovered that he is in fact my biological father. So I hope you had a lot of fun tweeting those photos of random men like the sad pathetic girl you are, pretending that you were trying to help me find my biological father just to get a rise out of me! If you think it’s funny that you’re constantly pissing me off by bad mouthing my family? Then please…keep doing it…because the more you do it and the more pissed off I get at you? The more damage you’re going to suffer at my hands if you and I end up crossing paths in this fucking tournament!”
I chuckle a little, once again shaking my head.
“Also, while you’re at it, you may as well continue running your mouth about how…”
Raising my fingers, I signify the air quotations with them.
“...’superior’ you are compared to me…because hearing that just makes me laugh. The fact that you feel the need to constantly go on and on and on about how you’re better at me in every single way and how you’re better looking than me. All that does honey is show everyone how insecure you really are, and how pathetic and shallow you are too…because to begin with, beauty is in the eye of the beholder so where one person finds someone attractive, another person won’t. As for your claims that you’re better than me? That just proves that you underestimate every single person in this tournament. You think it’s going to be a fucking cake walk and nobody else in it has a chance in Hell of beating you in it…well trust me…you better hope that if you get passed Kate Steele? That I don’t get passed La Estrella because if we face each other in the semi-finals? I’m not just going to BEAT you and knock you out of the tournament…no…I’m going to tear you apart! I’m going to break every single fucking bone in your body! I’m going to make you bleed! I’m going to make you beg for mercy! Coz you know, I can see why you call yourself the Red Queen because just like in the first Resident Evil movie, you’re annoying and you never shut the fuck up with your bull shit! But I can guarantee on Sunday…I’ll shut your ass up for good!”
Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Katalina Star is the next image to appear on the big screen behind me, looking up at it, a small smile appears on my face.
“Could it be Katalina? She’s certainly got the tools to get the job done and if I’m brutally honest, if I don’t win this tournament, I hope she does because out of everyone involved, she’s the only one I’m close too and she’s a dear friend of mine…”
I turn my attention back to the camera and the smile now resembles more of a smirk.
“...albeit a crafty friend. See, Kat…I know what you’re trying to pull and it’s not going to work. I know that out of the both of us, you’ve got more momentum, after all…like you said…you and Abby defeated La Estrella and I at LAW #66 and you were the only participant in this tournament who didn’t take part in the Battle Royal that I was victorious in at LAW #67 and you were victorious in the match you were in on that show instead. The fact of the matter is this though, Kat…I never actually claimed to have the momentum going into the Queen of the Ring tournament personally…no…if you listened to what I said, I actually said that that’s what everyone else is saying. I do not focus on momentum from previous victories because I know that this tournament is going to be completely different from a seven woman over the top rope Battle Royal!”
Crossing my arms, I cock my head to the side a little.
“Back to what I was saying earlier though, I know what you’re trying to pull…not only that but I thought you knew me better. Trying to claim that I wasn’t there to help out Estrella in our tag team match due to the possibility that Estrella may not have been one hundred percent? C’mon, Kat…really? You know damn well that I work my ass off harder than most people in this industry! I don’t try and take short cuts! I don’t hope that an opponent I have to face is anything less than one hundred percent just so I can pick up an easy win! I like to prove myself! I like a challenge! And I want every single woman in this tournament to be on the top of their game because I want to feel like I’ve earned what I set out to accomplish! Not only that, but you should also know that when I say I respect someone, I don’t bull shit! I didn’t abandon Estrella in our tag match…if I were able…you know damn well that I would have been there to help her…and she knows it too, so your little mind games aren’t going to work on us. We’re going to give our all in our match against one another, and afterwards, no matter the outcome, we’ll still respect each other. And that’s a fact!”
I make my way over to the ring apron and hop up onto it so I’m sitting on it, facing the ramp as Kenzi Grey’s image appears on the titantron.
“Maybe Kenzi Grey is going to win it? The funny thing about this particular woman is that when I first signed up for this tournament, Kenzi was the main person I wanted to get my hands on for what she did to Jami. As time has gone on however, her girlfriend has become my biggest target now and quite frankly, I’m no longer out to maim you anymore, Kenzi. Don’t get me wrong though…I still hate your guts and if we find ourselves in the final of this tournament, I’m going to enjoy beating the Hell out of you. The interesting thing about you is this though…you said that I’m not your concern when you honestly really should be concerned about me! Don’t be like your idiotic girlfriend who just underestimates every single competitor in this tournament and believes she’s going to sail through it without any problem whatsoever…which yes, includes you too. I’m not saying that to try and drive a wedge between the two of you, I’m just simply telling you the truth.”
Rolling under the bottom rope now, I stand up in the centre of the ring as the image on the screen changes to La Estrella.
“Of course, the winner could be La Estrella…the shooting star from Mexico with a long and strong wrestling lineage. It’s funny, as I’ve already alluded too…your style of wrestling, Lucha Libre was the very style of wrestling that made me first fall in love with this sport. After witnessing a Lucha Libre wrestling event in my hometown of New York, I pretty much started to research as much as I possibly could about Lucha Libre. Why you wear those beautifully crafted colorful masks wherever you go, how much wearing those masks mean to you. I also tried to find as much Lucha Libre wrestling as possible, looking for video tapes and I actually remember watching a lot of wrestling from many luchadores who helped pave the way for Lucha Libre in the future and so it’s quite possible that I’ve seen tapes of your father, Astro. I know we’re going to tear the house down and put on a Hell of a match against one another on Sunday, and you may be very quick just like a shooting star…but you’ll burn out eventually, again…just like a shooting star and unfortunately for you, that’ll mean you’ll once again crash and burn out of the first round of the Queen of the Ring tournament.”
I rest my arms against the top rope, looking up at the tron as it changes and now shows an image of Gabby Camacho and I point to it.
“Now here’s a big favorite…Gabby Camacho…maybe she’s going to win the Queen of the Ring tournament? She’s a dominant force to be reckoned with for sure…and not someone to be taken lightly…and like a good majority of the women in this tournament, I respect her…yet she seems to have an issue with me being in this tournament because I just started here. This tournament was open to everyone, was it not? Honey, I got the same kind of crap from a couple of Japanese legends when I entered myself into the Pride of Puroresu tournament…saying I had no right to be involved in said tournament and you wanna know what happened? I beat them! I beat two legends who specialise in Puroresu…in the Pride of Puroresu tournament! So what? Do you think I don’t deserve to be in this tournament? Do you believe that after training for fourteen years…after winning championships in every single company I have been signed too…that I don’t deserve to be in this tournament? Well how about this…after Sunday…when I’m crowned Queen of the Ring 2017…I’ll ask you personally whether you think I deserve to be in this tournament…and if you still say no? Then just take a look at the crown on my head…if a crown is given of course…I don’t know…I guess you could just look at the trophy I’ll be carrying…”
Shrugging my shoulders, the picture changes again and this time it shows Abby Addiction, my seventh and final potential opponent for the tournament.
“Or maybe, it could be Abby Addiction...the second of only two competitors in this tournament who already has experience in this very tournament. Just like La Estrella, she was knocked out in the first round and just like Estrella, she’ll be hungrier than everyone else. Or so she will think…because you see Abby? You…just like everyone else in this tournament bar Kat know now just how hungry I am after I beat you all in that over the top rope Battle Royal. The whole point that I wanted to make by winning that was to send a message to you all…to give you a little taste of what to expect from me once the tournament begins. You also got a little glimpse of exactly who I am even before then when you teamed up with Kat to take on Estrella and myself, and even though your team got the victory…and even though you were the one who got the pinfall…it was Estrella who you pinned…not me! And so if you manage to get through Gabby in the quarter-finals…and then you manage to defeat either Kenzi or Kat in the semi-finals…that’s the furthest you’re going to get because if you reach the final? You’re going to be standing across the ring from me…and I’m not going to allow you to beat me!”
The camera cuts to behind me now as I turn around to face it, my arms outstretched.
“So who does that leave? Who is going to win the Queen of the Ring tournament 2017? I’ll tell you who! It’s going to be the one with the most drive! The most determination! The most heart and passion! It’s going to be someone who will never quit! Someone who will never give up! It’ll be someone…who is…”
The camera zooms closer and closer to my face, a look of pure determination plastered across it.
“...unbreakable!”
And with that, the camera pans away from me and I leave the ring and head up the ramp. The camera then catches one final image on the titantron and focuses on it, and it’s an image of the eighth participant in the tournament.
That person being the participant who is going to win the Queen of the Ring tournament 2017.
Me…Stacy Jones!
What happens if this verdict comes back positive and Jeremy is indeed my biological father? Am I still the same person? Does it mean I’ve been living a lie my entire life?
I wish I knew the answers to those questions…
I’m sitting here in the hospital, in the waiting area, dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt and my custom made black leather jacket.
Jeremy is sitting beside me, dressed in a grey suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of brown loafers and he seems anxious, not about the results of the DNA test we’re waiting on as he’s been one hundred percent confident from the beginning that the result is positive.
He’s anxious because I haven’t said a word to him since we got here.
“You can talk to me you know…”
I don’t respond, I don’t even move a muscle, I just stare at the blank white wall in front of me. He lets out a sigh before sitting back in his chair and picks up one of the leaflets to read, just to pass the time while we wait.
“Once you hear the results for yourself, if we’re going to have any sort of relationship with each other, you’re going to need to communicate with me.”
“You were perfectly okay having no communication with me for the past twenty eight fucking years, Jeremy!”
Without even looking at him, I snap back at him.
“Language, young lady.”
“You’re not my--”
I pause mid-sentence and after a few moments I just turn my body so I have my back to him and go back to being silent.
“Suit yourself…”
He goes back to reading the leaflet when after a few moments, one of the doctor’s approach us with a clipboard and looks down at it before turning his attention to us.
“Miss Stacy Jones and Mr Jeremy Cummings?”
We both look up and Jeremy is immediately up onto his feet and shakes his hand.
“That’s us, doctor, pleasure to meet you.”
I slowly stand and glare at the young doctor.
“Where’s Cadence?”
“She’s not here today, Miss…she asked me to take over for this particular appointment.”
“Did she now? And how do I know that you’re telling the truth and that I can trust you with this information?”
Jeremy shakes his head and raises his hand in an apologetic fashion to the doctor.
“Stacy, this man is a professional and he’s just doing his job. I apologise for her behaviour, doctor…this has been a hard thing for her to accept, I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course. If you would both kindly follow me please…”
We both follow the doctor for a few moments until we reach an office door, the doctor opens it and enters as we both follow him in. Closing the door behind him, he motions for us to take a seat and we do so before he sits down behind his desk.
“Okay so, a few weeks ago Miss Jones…your friend Dr Cadence Gosselin upon your request gave Mr Cummings here a paternity test after he claimed to be your biological fa--”
“Just cut to the reason why we’re here…”
I feel Jeremy’s glare burning through the side of my head but I don’t care as the doctor clears his throat and nods.
“Very well, Miss Jones. The test came back positive…Mr Cummings here is your biological father. We can give you as much support as you need to help with this transition--”
Quickly standing to my feet, to the surprise of both the doctor and Jeremy, I make a beeline for the door and leave. Heading swiftly down the corridor towards the exit, I hear Jeremy behind me, jogging towards me.
“Stacy, wait!”
He grabs hold of my arm and spins me around to face him.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you think you’re over-reacting a bit?”
“Over-reacting?!?! OVER-REACTING?!?!”
I chuckle a little as I cannot believe the nerve of this man as other patients are now looking at the both of us.
“Stacy, calm down…you’re causing a scene.”
“I will not calm down! I don’t care if I’m causing a scene! You say I’m over-reacting? That doctor in there was about to tell me that he can give us resources to help us build a relationship, wasn’t he?”
Jeremy nods.
“Well I don’t want any fucking help building a relationship with you! I don’t need you! I haven’t needed you for twenty eight fucking years!”
“Stacy…I’m sorry…”
“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry? Oh well then that makes everything okay now then doesn’t it? What the Hell do you want from me, Jeremy? Do you want me to just welcome you back into my life…the life you were never ever a part of as if nothing happened?!?! You abandoned me! You forced my mother to give me up for adoption when she didn’t want too…but she had no fucking choice because she didn’t have the help she needed! That was your fault!”
“Stacy…I…”
“SHUT UP!!! I don’t give a fuck what that piece of paper says…you are NOT my father and you never WILL be my father!”
And with that, I turn my back to him and storm out of the hospital in floods of tears, leaving Jeremy in the hospital in silence.
This wasn’t the news I wanted to hear, or at least I think it’s not. I don’t know. I’m so confused and conflicted about so many different things. Why did this have to happen now? I need to take my mind off this whole mess and focus on what’s more important.
The Queen of the Ring tournament.
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As the time draws nearer and nearer, the more nervous I get. I knew from the moment I signed up for this Queen of the Ring tournament that it wouldn’t be easy, wrestling tournaments are never easy. And anyone who believes this is going to be a cake walk? If anyone underestimates a single participant in this tournament? They’re going to be in for a rude awakening!
I’ve said it already, no matter what any of the other women say, I need this and want this more than any of them can imagine. They may believe otherwise and I honestly don’t blame them for believing that, but saying something like that is easy, but feeling it is another story, and I feel it!
Which is why I’m going to do it!
The camera flickers to life as I can be seen standing on the stage of the MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, the arena that will host the Queen of the Ring tournament 2017. I’m dressed in a pair of black and white sneakers, a pair of plain black skin tight leggings, a plain black tank top and a plain black cap.
I take my time to look around at the set-up and the thousands of empty seats that in a few days time will be completely full of wrestling fans, all ready to witness who will walk out of here as the Queen of the Ring.
It fills my body with energy and excitement.
“This Sunday, right here in this very arena, every fan in attendance will watch as one of eight women will be crowned the Queen of the Ring 2017. But which one of those eight women will actually be the winner? Will it be Kate Steele?”
An image of Kate Steele appears on the titantron as I look up to it for a brief moment before looking back to the camera and shrug.
“Who knows…the woman’s been pretty silent lately, people are starting to wonder if she’ll even turn up for the tournament at this rate. Of course, I bet that would be something that Sarah Lacklan would absolutely love considering it would mean she’d get a free pass into the semi-finals of the tournament and we all know how much Sarah loves to take the easy way with everything…because why actually put hard work into everything when you can just cheat your way to victory, eh Sarah?”
I shake my head as now an image of Sarah herself appears on the tron, looking up at it, my expression turns to one of disgust and I look away before making my way down the ramp.
“Speaking of Sarah…could she be the winner? I doubt it because once again, the fucking bimbo proved how she either doesn’t actually do any damn research on her opponent or she’s just plain stupid. Then again, she could just be saying what she’s saying to piss me off…but if she’s doing that, it falls into her being stupid because you don’t want to fucking piss me off!”
Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
“Just on the off chance that you haven’t done your research on me, yes I may have been adopted, but there’s already somebody who’s come forward claiming to be my biological father and recently, it was discovered that he is in fact my biological father. So I hope you had a lot of fun tweeting those photos of random men like the sad pathetic girl you are, pretending that you were trying to help me find my biological father just to get a rise out of me! If you think it’s funny that you’re constantly pissing me off by bad mouthing my family? Then please…keep doing it…because the more you do it and the more pissed off I get at you? The more damage you’re going to suffer at my hands if you and I end up crossing paths in this fucking tournament!”
I chuckle a little, once again shaking my head.
“Also, while you’re at it, you may as well continue running your mouth about how…”
Raising my fingers, I signify the air quotations with them.
“...’superior’ you are compared to me…because hearing that just makes me laugh. The fact that you feel the need to constantly go on and on and on about how you’re better at me in every single way and how you’re better looking than me. All that does honey is show everyone how insecure you really are, and how pathetic and shallow you are too…because to begin with, beauty is in the eye of the beholder so where one person finds someone attractive, another person won’t. As for your claims that you’re better than me? That just proves that you underestimate every single person in this tournament. You think it’s going to be a fucking cake walk and nobody else in it has a chance in Hell of beating you in it…well trust me…you better hope that if you get passed Kate Steele? That I don’t get passed La Estrella because if we face each other in the semi-finals? I’m not just going to BEAT you and knock you out of the tournament…no…I’m going to tear you apart! I’m going to break every single fucking bone in your body! I’m going to make you bleed! I’m going to make you beg for mercy! Coz you know, I can see why you call yourself the Red Queen because just like in the first Resident Evil movie, you’re annoying and you never shut the fuck up with your bull shit! But I can guarantee on Sunday…I’ll shut your ass up for good!”
Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Katalina Star is the next image to appear on the big screen behind me, looking up at it, a small smile appears on my face.
“Could it be Katalina? She’s certainly got the tools to get the job done and if I’m brutally honest, if I don’t win this tournament, I hope she does because out of everyone involved, she’s the only one I’m close too and she’s a dear friend of mine…”
I turn my attention back to the camera and the smile now resembles more of a smirk.
“...albeit a crafty friend. See, Kat…I know what you’re trying to pull and it’s not going to work. I know that out of the both of us, you’ve got more momentum, after all…like you said…you and Abby defeated La Estrella and I at LAW #66 and you were the only participant in this tournament who didn’t take part in the Battle Royal that I was victorious in at LAW #67 and you were victorious in the match you were in on that show instead. The fact of the matter is this though, Kat…I never actually claimed to have the momentum going into the Queen of the Ring tournament personally…no…if you listened to what I said, I actually said that that’s what everyone else is saying. I do not focus on momentum from previous victories because I know that this tournament is going to be completely different from a seven woman over the top rope Battle Royal!”
Crossing my arms, I cock my head to the side a little.
“Back to what I was saying earlier though, I know what you’re trying to pull…not only that but I thought you knew me better. Trying to claim that I wasn’t there to help out Estrella in our tag team match due to the possibility that Estrella may not have been one hundred percent? C’mon, Kat…really? You know damn well that I work my ass off harder than most people in this industry! I don’t try and take short cuts! I don’t hope that an opponent I have to face is anything less than one hundred percent just so I can pick up an easy win! I like to prove myself! I like a challenge! And I want every single woman in this tournament to be on the top of their game because I want to feel like I’ve earned what I set out to accomplish! Not only that, but you should also know that when I say I respect someone, I don’t bull shit! I didn’t abandon Estrella in our tag match…if I were able…you know damn well that I would have been there to help her…and she knows it too, so your little mind games aren’t going to work on us. We’re going to give our all in our match against one another, and afterwards, no matter the outcome, we’ll still respect each other. And that’s a fact!”
I make my way over to the ring apron and hop up onto it so I’m sitting on it, facing the ramp as Kenzi Grey’s image appears on the titantron.
“Maybe Kenzi Grey is going to win it? The funny thing about this particular woman is that when I first signed up for this tournament, Kenzi was the main person I wanted to get my hands on for what she did to Jami. As time has gone on however, her girlfriend has become my biggest target now and quite frankly, I’m no longer out to maim you anymore, Kenzi. Don’t get me wrong though…I still hate your guts and if we find ourselves in the final of this tournament, I’m going to enjoy beating the Hell out of you. The interesting thing about you is this though…you said that I’m not your concern when you honestly really should be concerned about me! Don’t be like your idiotic girlfriend who just underestimates every single competitor in this tournament and believes she’s going to sail through it without any problem whatsoever…which yes, includes you too. I’m not saying that to try and drive a wedge between the two of you, I’m just simply telling you the truth.”
Rolling under the bottom rope now, I stand up in the centre of the ring as the image on the screen changes to La Estrella.
“Of course, the winner could be La Estrella…the shooting star from Mexico with a long and strong wrestling lineage. It’s funny, as I’ve already alluded too…your style of wrestling, Lucha Libre was the very style of wrestling that made me first fall in love with this sport. After witnessing a Lucha Libre wrestling event in my hometown of New York, I pretty much started to research as much as I possibly could about Lucha Libre. Why you wear those beautifully crafted colorful masks wherever you go, how much wearing those masks mean to you. I also tried to find as much Lucha Libre wrestling as possible, looking for video tapes and I actually remember watching a lot of wrestling from many luchadores who helped pave the way for Lucha Libre in the future and so it’s quite possible that I’ve seen tapes of your father, Astro. I know we’re going to tear the house down and put on a Hell of a match against one another on Sunday, and you may be very quick just like a shooting star…but you’ll burn out eventually, again…just like a shooting star and unfortunately for you, that’ll mean you’ll once again crash and burn out of the first round of the Queen of the Ring tournament.”
I rest my arms against the top rope, looking up at the tron as it changes and now shows an image of Gabby Camacho and I point to it.
“Now here’s a big favorite…Gabby Camacho…maybe she’s going to win the Queen of the Ring tournament? She’s a dominant force to be reckoned with for sure…and not someone to be taken lightly…and like a good majority of the women in this tournament, I respect her…yet she seems to have an issue with me being in this tournament because I just started here. This tournament was open to everyone, was it not? Honey, I got the same kind of crap from a couple of Japanese legends when I entered myself into the Pride of Puroresu tournament…saying I had no right to be involved in said tournament and you wanna know what happened? I beat them! I beat two legends who specialise in Puroresu…in the Pride of Puroresu tournament! So what? Do you think I don’t deserve to be in this tournament? Do you believe that after training for fourteen years…after winning championships in every single company I have been signed too…that I don’t deserve to be in this tournament? Well how about this…after Sunday…when I’m crowned Queen of the Ring 2017…I’ll ask you personally whether you think I deserve to be in this tournament…and if you still say no? Then just take a look at the crown on my head…if a crown is given of course…I don’t know…I guess you could just look at the trophy I’ll be carrying…”
Shrugging my shoulders, the picture changes again and this time it shows Abby Addiction, my seventh and final potential opponent for the tournament.
“Or maybe, it could be Abby Addiction...the second of only two competitors in this tournament who already has experience in this very tournament. Just like La Estrella, she was knocked out in the first round and just like Estrella, she’ll be hungrier than everyone else. Or so she will think…because you see Abby? You…just like everyone else in this tournament bar Kat know now just how hungry I am after I beat you all in that over the top rope Battle Royal. The whole point that I wanted to make by winning that was to send a message to you all…to give you a little taste of what to expect from me once the tournament begins. You also got a little glimpse of exactly who I am even before then when you teamed up with Kat to take on Estrella and myself, and even though your team got the victory…and even though you were the one who got the pinfall…it was Estrella who you pinned…not me! And so if you manage to get through Gabby in the quarter-finals…and then you manage to defeat either Kenzi or Kat in the semi-finals…that’s the furthest you’re going to get because if you reach the final? You’re going to be standing across the ring from me…and I’m not going to allow you to beat me!”
The camera cuts to behind me now as I turn around to face it, my arms outstretched.
“So who does that leave? Who is going to win the Queen of the Ring tournament 2017? I’ll tell you who! It’s going to be the one with the most drive! The most determination! The most heart and passion! It’s going to be someone who will never quit! Someone who will never give up! It’ll be someone…who is…”
The camera zooms closer and closer to my face, a look of pure determination plastered across it.
“...unbreakable!”
And with that, the camera pans away from me and I leave the ring and head up the ramp. The camera then catches one final image on the titantron and focuses on it, and it’s an image of the eighth participant in the tournament.
That person being the participant who is going to win the Queen of the Ring tournament 2017.
Me…Stacy Jones!