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| Rebecca Stone | Jan 5 2018, 12:26 AM Post #1 |
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“I don’t need a legend to make me relevant.” Rebecca says almost at a whisper as the scene begins inside of a blood red room. Rebecca is seen sitting on a stool with a taunting smirk on her face. Her arms lay on her right knee, as her legs are crossed. Rebecca lets out a tiny cough inside a balled up fist as she tilts her head an inch, almost looking as if she were sympathetic to the viewer that is the camera. “You see, next week I’ll be going in a triple threat match with not one, but two of GCW’s most irrelevant female wrestlers since Raven Fletcher, and Alexa Hardy decided to call it quits. But first, instead of talking about how pointless this match is, and my two opponents are. I’d rather talk about something a lot more interesting. Myself” Rebecca exclaims as she shrugs her shoulders, smiling almost as if she were innocent. Rebecca stands up from her stool and grabs some pictures from underneath her rear end. As she slaps the top of them, evening out the stack. She smirks once again as she glances at the first photo, as if it were a good memory. “Now, because my opponents are lacking in some common knowledge. Violett, if you are watching this, a picture is not a basic selfie of you and your bitches. And Minnie, in case you are too high to comprehend what I’m doing, there’s really nothing I can do to help you. Hope you enjoy looking at someone who doesn’t have to try to be beautiful.” Rebecca says as she squints her nose, making a rather disgusted expression on her face as she glances at the first photo. “This right here, is my first appearance ever in wrestling. Why is it so special you may ask? Well because it was the day that Seattle found out that I was flawless. It was the day, that I realized that I was too good to just be on any basic show, I had to go to the best. So I did, after six months of hanging it in Seattle Underground, I jumped into Hardcore Wrestling Federation, where I became a two time Women’s Champion. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but have you ever held a Women’s Championship, Minnie? No? I thought maybe you had a single title, but I guess I was wrong.” Rebecca snarls as she puts the photo down onto the stool. Rebecca flips through a few photos, stopping at the ones she likes, but then after about six or seven pictures, she smiles at one in specific. As she let’s out a deep breath, as if she was about to say something depressing or give some bad news. Then she flips the photo to where the camera can see it. “But sadly for you both, a time came when I needed to join a business that had actual competition for me. And that competition, is neither of you. Or Addison Rayne for that matter, really I honestly just wanted a title in a company I had never once heard of. Once I joined I did my homework. I watched what I needed to, and Violet, everything of yours I saw was nothing more than a dissapointment. Minnie, what small glimpses of possible star power I did see, were completely ruined by you not heading your own manager’s advice. You should have chased down your friend, and beat the baby bitch down until there was nothing, but a cold, irrelevant carcass. Trust me when I tell you, friendship in this business is the fakest thing ever. The minute you let your guard down, your so called friend is bashing your skull in with your championship. The fact that you cling onto that friendship, shows you have little to no spine. And I plan on snapping that spine in half and tossing your broken, disfigured body to the bucket of hasbeens and jobbers just where your manger should also be sent to. I mean, come on, you’re going to tell me that John Morris, the legend, the master of disaster would tell you to keep friendships? He got stabbed in the back by every single person who ever once called him a friend.” Rebecca yelps out of her mouth as she tosses the photo carelessly down onto the stool with the rest. Rebecca then digs into the pocket of her shorts and pulls out a second stack of what seem to be, pictures, but as she shows the camera each one of them only one thing is written on them in red sharpie over Minnie’s face. “I AM NOT REBECCA”. As Rebecca flings the last photo at the camera, she then pulls out a pen and begins writing on the back of one of her photos. She sneers in enthusiasm as she finishes off, by adding a dot on the photo. She then sits back down on the stool and shrugs her shoulders a bit as she crosses her legs, once again. “Now Minnie, I know how hard it can be to have an addiction that doesn’t exist, like most of your memories but I want to see you get help. So I am willing to let you back out of this match now, before fantasy turns into reality and I hit the Flawless Bomb on you, to solidify that not only will I be facing Addison Rayne at the next GCW Pay-Per View. But that no matter how much John Morris tells you, you can win and overcome the odds, that he is wrong. And that as long as I am in this division, I will not only humiliate you in front of the entire GCW roster, the fans in the stands and at home, and last but not least, your manager. But on top of that, I will make it my personal mission to rid GCW of you, and of Addison Rayne. Because just like when you two were in high school, there’s just not enough room for all of us, and you two drew the short sticks. So, bye.” Rebecca snaps at the last moment. As she smirks and mouths off “You’re NOT Rebecca” she lifts herself off of the stool, turns, and picks her photos up from underneath her. She drops the one that she wrote on herself and winks as she opens and shuts the door, leaving just the camera, and that note in the room. As the camera points down towards the note, it reads “Minnie, nobody cares about what John Morris has done. I don’t need a legend to make myself look like a star. I am star. And a flawless one, at that.” |
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