Post by Ned the Intern on Jan 3, 2021 10:53:33 GMT -5
I came into this world so full of hope. Encouragement was rained down upon me by my mother and later my step-father. An entire industry wanted me to succeed. The first seven years of my career, I was on top of the world. Nobody could touch me. Championship after championship. I was often the youngest and smallest in a company to achieve greatness. More often than not, I was the only woman to successfully reach for those stars. A series of unfortunate events left me broken and nearly crippled. My body was put back together by a team of doctors but it was my husband who put back together my heart. He stuck by me and helped me through the darkest of times. He helped me rebuild my confidence and contributions to the business I was born into. Through training the next generation of superstars, he was also helping me decide to dive headfirst back into this sport. I was hungry. I was prepared. I was ready to take on the world. What I wasn’t ready for was the entire universe collapsing on top of me. All I wanted was to continue to live the dream I’ve had since I was brought into this world. You wouldn’t let me do that. At every turn you slit my wrists and watched me bleed out. Did anyone come to my rescue? Did anyone give a damn that I was hurting? No. Enough was enough. That bitch had it coming. It was worth spending Christmas in jail. I made it up to my daughter once I was out, and one day she will understand why I had to go away for a week. You may wonder who paid my bail. Keep wondering. It will be worth the wait. Look what you made me do. Ironic that this match is a triple threat match, since these were the two opponents penciled in when that bitch and I were supposed to align as a tag team for one night only. It was this huge publicity stunt to push her new album… and the very idea of it disgusted me. Who was she to use my business to push her agenda? I couldn’t let that stand… and now what’s left is a triple threat match between a has-been and two who never-was. Yes, I’m the has-been. Try to keep up, dearies. For months, I knew my role here in Action Wrestling. Show up, do the job, go home. That was enough for me. I was content. All that time, you all criticized me for not wanting more. You all thought I was weak for not standing up for myself against that bastard Frank Lowe… against Spayde Martinez... even against Alice. This may be too little too late… but I’m finally ready to take what’s mine. Alex Scott and Stella Slater are fine competitors. They have managed to continue to find a place on CruiserClash, despite neither having any true star power behind them. Sounds like I’m talking about me, huh? I have an entire galaxy of star power behind me… but you were all afraid to truly see me. Take off your sunglasses and look upon me in all my glimmer. This is the Sara you’ve been waiting for. This is the Sara who will be unstoppable in 2021. This is the Sara who will mop the Staples Center with those two who never-was. That’s a harsh thing to say about Alex, who truly believes himself to be a world-class competitor. We’ve done this dance before, Alex and I… and the guy has two left feet. The result is always the same… no matter how much he tells us we know he’s going to win. We don’t know that. We never knew that. The kid hasn’t caught a big win since he signed his contract with Action Wrestling. 2021 won’t be any better for him than 2020 was. He was lucky to even make it until the ball dropped. He may not be so lucky next time. As for Stella… I’m done with girl power. Fuck that bitch. I'm sorry. But the old Sara can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead. |