scramblers and bubba gump
Apr 28, 2016 14:13:56 GMT -5
Post by bmac on Apr 28, 2016 14:13:56 GMT -5
April 24th, 2016
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“Welcome home,” Sam said as Molly made a beeline for the kitchen, not even bothering to take her shoes off as she entered the house.
“Thanks,” Molly replied as she turned into the kitchen and immediately grabbed a bottle of rum off of the counter and started to make herself a rum and coke. She had just gotten back from the police station, where they basically told her that there was no updates on the location of her mother. It was stressful enough having had to deal with her a couple weeks ago in person, but the fact that the police still had nothing was even less helpful. All Molly wanted to do during the entire meeting was go home and make herself a drink. She was supposed to meet up at her gym and train for her upcoming MLC fight, but she had absolutely no desire to. Partially because of how uninterested she had become in anything other than wrestling lately, but mostly because of how done she was with this day. She just wanted to drink, relax, and forget about any of her problems.
Sam stared at her, frowning. ”Isn’t it a bit early to start drinking?” she asked.
Molly looked over at the microwave, which said 11:18 in the morning. Molly shrugged and took a sip of her drink. “It’s five somewhere. Besides, it’s not like I’m knocking down shots right?”
“I guess…” Sam said, hesitantly. She just sort of stared at Molly for a few moments, before shaking her head clear and leaning up against the counter as Molly did the same somewhat across from her. “Just don’t want you getting hammered and me having to deal with your drunk ass.”
Molly laughed. “Oh come on, you’ve never even seen college Molly level hammered, you don’t even know what it’s like!”
“No, but I’ve heard the stories and seen the videos,” Sam shot back, smiling at Molly. “If that’s what I’d have to deal with, nuh uh no way. See you later.”
Molly once again laughed as she thought back to her college days. So many nights that she didn’t remember, waking up under an overpass or in the middle of a park. She wasn’t proud of it, but she also would never try to hide it. It helped shape who she was today, and she would never forget that. She turned back and looked up at Sam, “Yeah yeah, don’t worry. I barely drink anymore anyways. I just don’t have time anymore, plus I don’t want to fall back into my old habits.”
“And drinking at eleven in the morning isn’t old habits?” Sam asked.
Molly shook her head, “No, no, I’m not drinking to get drunk. I just need a drink to help take my mind off my stupid mom and relax me a little.”
Sam nodded her head along with Molly, “Uh huh. Well as long as you’re in control.”
“I am, don’t worry,” Molly said as she quickly finished her drink. She had no intention of falling back into her alcoholic ways, she just sometimes needed a drink and she wasn’t going to stop herself from doing that. Molly suddenly stood up quickly from her leaning position. “Hey, let’s go to the Pier!”
Sam looked at her with a mix of confusion and intrigue. “Right now?”
“Yeah, I wanna ride the scrambler and go to Bubba Gump.” Molly said, already making her way towards the back door of her house.
“Ummm, yeah sure I guess.” Sam quickly followed behind, grabbing her purse off of a table and shutting the door behind her as they stepped outside.
The two women walked through Molly’s backyard and stepped onto the beach behind her house. It wasn’t too crowded, but it rarely was at this time of day. In about three maybe four hours, it would be jam packed. Especially since it was so sunny out. But for now, they had a pretty quiet walk along the path. They walked in silence for a few minutes as they made their way towards the pier, before Molly eventually blurted out, “God damn I fucking hate my mom so much.”
Sam looked at her, sensing that Molly might be on the verge of a breakdown if she didn’t do something. She was well aware of everything that Molly’s mom had put her through, and the lasting effect of it all. “Hey, hey, let’s talk about something else. Gold Rush Rumble, that was pretty awesome right?”
Molly sighed as she tried to focus on her night a week and a half ago. “Yeah it was pretty good I guess,” she said, “I was happy with how I did even if I didn’t go quite as far as I wanted to in the rumble match.”
“Still though, you made it what, twenty minutes or so? That’s pretty good especially since you came in late so it was all the best wrestlers in the ring right?” Sam asked rhetorically, “Plus, you had already won a match earlier so the fact that you did so well is even more amazing!”
Molly smiled to herself. It was nice to hear someone finally acknowledge that she actually did well at Gold Rush Rumble. “Thanks, it’s nice to finally hear someone say that.”
“What do you mean?” Sam questioned.
Molly sighed again as she thought about it. “Well it’s just like, I’ve been here for three months, and I don’t think anyone has even once seriously congratulated me or really acknowledged that I’ve been successful here,” Molly said, turning to look at the blank ocean beside her. Not one single boat within sight. Fitting. “Like especially at the Rumble. There were a lot of people who got praised that deserved it, don’t get me wrong. Annie winning her title, Tony and Johnny for winning the Rumble, even that fuck Zero, they all deserved the praise they got. But like, not one single person said anything to me. I won a match with three opponents in it, and then lasted over twenty minutes in the Rumble, got an elimination, did some damage to a lot of people, and then only got eliminated when the two winners double-teamed me.”
“Well technically, you co-won that first match,” Sam interrupted with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Molly smiled at this but continued on, “Yeah well you know what I meant. Co-winning is still winning. But I did all that, and not one single person said anything to me about what I did. I don’t know that I got one single ‘good job Molly’. I think the most I got was Annie saying ‘you too’ after I congratulated her on winning. But still. I’m not asking for people to heap praise on me like I won a title or something like that. But like, just one person saying good work Molly would have been nice.” Molly’s voice trailed off as she looked out over the water again. She hated that she cared this much about what people thought about her. But she just couldn’t stop it. Ever since she started wrestling, hell, even before that, there was only one thing Molly feared. People could love her or hate her and she wouldn’t care. But it was being ignored that scared her the most. The empty feeling of nobody caring about you at all. A small part of her actually enjoyed when Zero called her shit and insulted her, because at least it was someone paying attention to her. Someone who cared enough to actually acknowledge her. Molly knew that wasn’t entirely the case for her, because she did have people who cared about her. But she still had moments like this where she just felt like shit.
“Well who cares what anyone else thinks?” Sam suddenly spoke, interrupting Molly’s thoughts and bringing her back to the real world. “People are so concerned with themselves these days, even if they pretend not to be. You shouldn’t need anyone’s approval to feel successful, other than your own.”
“It’s not so much I want people’s approval, I just wanted to feel like even just one person cares about me,” Molly said.
“Well...I care about you,” Sam said, with a more serious tone this time, “Even though she can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, Annie cares about you. Melody cares about you. Dom cares about you. Josh cares about you. Lots of other people care about you Molly. Sometimes people can be dicks and not show it but it doesn’t mean they don’t care. You just need to keep trucking forward and eventually people will catch up”
Molly nodded her head in agreement, as she knew Sam was right. “I know. Sometimes I just get into my own head about these things. Plus this whole past couple of weeks has really brought me down a bit. I don’t know. Just going through a funk I guess.”
“Well just look forward. You get a match against Nero on Saturday right? That’s pretty exciting!” Sam exclaimed.
Molly smiled as she thought about it, trying to distract herself from the sadness she had been feeling all morning. “Yesss, I’m pumped for that. I love Nero so much.”
“But can you beat her? I mean, you two basically tied last week,” Sam asked as the two girls finally arrived at the Pier and started up the steps.
“Well I guess we’ll find out. But after we both won at Gold Rush I figured that we’d probably get a match in the future to sort of wrap that up, get a final winner sort of thing. So I’ve been excited for that ever since the Rumble ended. Nero’s awesome, she’s talented, she’s fun to wrestle, and she’s a huge challenge. So beating her isn’t going to be easy, but I know what I can do in that ring. And I know that I can beat any wrestler on any given day. So I know that if I go out there and just do what I do, then I have a chance to beat her.” Molly always had confidence in her abilities in that ring. Even going against a top star she always felt like she stood a chance. Gone were the days of her being a green rookie who relied on athleticism to win her matches. She was a straight up wrestler now, and she knew what she could do in the ring. It didn’t matter who it was against, she knew she could compete with anyone. Nero was no exception. She was a fantastic wrestler that Molly had tons of respect for. She wasn’t going to be taking her lightly by any means. Molly knew she’d have to work her ass off to beat Nero. But she was still confident that she had what it would take to walk away victorious.
“Well maybe I’ll come watch. Maybe. But probably not. I like watching from your couch more anyways,” Sam teased as Molly fake punched her shoulder., “Ow!”
“Suck it up you baby. Come on, let’s go on the scrambler first so I’m not throwing up shrimp on it later.” Molly laughed as the two of them approached the Pacific Park entrance. Hopefully this day would help distract Molly from her mom and all the other things she was feeling. At least for a little bit. That’s all she needed.
April 28th, 2016
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The screen flickered on to a shot of Molly Reid sitting at a chair. She was wearing a Biggie Smalls t-shirt and smiling as she stared into the camera before starting to talk.
“Hey guys! Ready for some Molly time? Well you better be, or else why would you be watching this, right? But yeah anyways, can we talk about the Gold Rush Rumble? What an incredible night that was. So much happened. Like Annie winning the Mid Atlantic Legacy Championship! I’m so happy for her, with all the shit she had to deal with from Izzy, to be able to beat her and win the title is pretty amazing. And even though I don’t like him, Zero won the World Championship which is pretty huge. And again, don’t like them, but Tony and Johnny won the Rumble, which is incredibly impressive considering all the talent that was in that match. But yeah, the whole night was so awesome that I had to go home and watch it all again, just as a fan. That’s how much I enjoyed the night, and I can imagine everyone watching me right now probably felt the same.”
Molly thought back to how she did personally. It wasn't the best performance ever by any means, but still she was proud. She competed and held her own against some of the best, so she had nothing to be ashamed of.
“And as for me, well, I was pretty proud of how I did. Co-winning the fatal fourway with Nero was pretty awesome. Especially because we got to make Danny tap out. I know Nero wanted to go in there and teach him a lesson, and I sure as shit did too. So I think we did just that, making him tap out to both of us at the same time. Don’t think he’ll be wanting to fuck with us again for a while now. But I won’t lie, I was fairly tired after that match. And I didn’t want my muscles to seize up and then have to start all over again for the Rumble match. So I literally went backstage and just ran around until it was my time to enter. And once I was in the ring, I knew I could just let it all go and not have to worry because I could rest after. And that’s what I did. Just didn’t think about anything and just went all out. And I think I did pretty well. I mean obviously I would’ve liked to have lasted longer and maybe even have had a chance to win. But I don’t consider what I did to be any kind of a failure. I wanted to go into that match and make my presence felt and show everyone that I can hang with the best of the best.”
Molly thought back to the match. She got in there and pretty quickly eliminated Sara Cochran. After that she took a lot of damage from the likes of Izzy and others, but she managed to do some damage of her own. It wasn’t her best performance ever, and she knew there was a lot she needed to work on. But that was wrestling. There were always things that needed work, and Molly knew that.
“I mean, I got an elimination, I survived some others. I managed to get some shots in on a bunch of people, and I took some punishment from some incredible ones too. And then it took both Tony and Johnny together to eliminate me. And those were the two who ended up winning the entire thing. So I don’t think there’s any shame in being eliminated two-on-one by the eventual winners of the match. They showed me a lot of things that I need to work on, and so when I step back into that ring, you’re going to see an improved Molly Reid.”
Molly smiled again as she thought ahead to her upcoming match. She had now been in three straight matches with Nero, so she knew just how good she was. But this was a chance to show that she was the best wrestler in their match at Rumble. She knew that she could beat Nero, but she also knew that Nero could beat her. So she had to make sure that she was absolutely ready to go when they squared off.
“I’m pretty pumped to go up against Nero this week. After what happened at Gold Rush, with both of us winning, I think people want to see one final winner. And FGA was awesome enough to grant people that wish. So now it’s up to me and Nero to deliver. We’ll get to go head-to-head to see just who the better wrestler is on Saturday night. This match is another chance for me to prove to everyone that I can be great here in FGA. It’s another chance to show the world that Molly Reid is for real. Despite plenty of people thinking the contrary.”
Molly’s face crinkled as she frowned, thinking about the fight she had on Twitter with FGA World Champion Zero McHannon the other night. While it was just him fighting, she knew there were others who felt the exact same way as him.
“I didn’t want to spend any time talking about what Zero McHannon, but he really gave me no choice this week. When he said that my match with Nero was going to be the worst one on the show, I couldn’t just let it go. Because Zero can say whatever he wants, but the fact of the matter is, he’s wrong. Nero and I are not terrible wrestlers. We’re not one in the same. We’re not going to put on the worst match on this show. Some people will say that they don’t care when someone says something like that, and that it doesn’t bother them. But not me. I do care about shit like that. I don’t like people lying and trying to discredit my name like that. I’m not going to just sit there and let Zero talk shit about me like I’m nothing. Because to be honest, all I’ve done since I came to FGA is prove that I’m not nothing. I lost in the Rumble match, along with twenty-seven other wrestlers. I lost to Ricky Valero in an extremely close match in just my second match back from my hiatus. That’s it. Those are the only two losses I have here. Maybe I haven’t fought the best of the best. But people like Mark Storm, Danny Diamond, they’re not pushovers by any means. They’re talented in that ring and nobody can deny it. I even beat the two guys who are fighting for the World Championship at All-Star Showdown in Tony and Johnny. And you know who helped me beat them? The very girl that I’m going to battle with this weekend. So don’t sit there and say that Nero and I aren’t shit, because that’s just a straight up lie. I may not be at Zero’s level yet. In fact, I know I’m not. He’s the FGA World Champion. As much as I don’t respect him personally, I absolutely respect and look up to his wrestling talents. That goes for a lot of wrestlers here in FGA. But just because I’m not at your level yet, doesn’t mean that I can’t be. Doesn’t mean that I can’t give you a run for your money. This goes for everyone in FGA. I know what I can do in that ring and I know that I can compete with anyone in this company. Anyone.”
Molly nodded in self-confidence. She absolutely believed that. There was not one person in all of FGA that Molly didn’t think she had the talent to beat. Not one.
“Nero, talking to you now. We’re going to have our match, and it’s going to be amazing. We don’t have to go out there and prove shit to people like Zero, because he’s just plain wrong. You and I both know how good we are in that ring. You and I both know that we’re going to put on one hell of a match this Saturday night. We’re going to put each other through hell in that ring. I’ve been ready to do that ever since this match was announced. I’ve seen you up close. I know just how talented you are in that ring. You may not be as experienced as some people, you may not be able to do the same things that some people do. But there are a lot of things that you can do that nobody else can. I have so much respect for what you do in that ring, and that will never change. I know you’re not going to hold anything back on Saturday, and I sure as shit am not going to keep anything from you either. I’m going to get into that ring and throw everything that I possibly can at you. And I’m going to try to take everything that you throw at me too. It won’t be easy, but I know that my best can beat anyone in FGA on any given night. Hopefully this Saturday night, by best is enough to beat Nero’s best. But no matter what happens, this is a match that everyone is going to want to tune in to. It’s going to be something else.”
Molly grinned one last time at the camera, before reaching off screen as everything cut to black.
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“Welcome home,” Sam said as Molly made a beeline for the kitchen, not even bothering to take her shoes off as she entered the house.
“Thanks,” Molly replied as she turned into the kitchen and immediately grabbed a bottle of rum off of the counter and started to make herself a rum and coke. She had just gotten back from the police station, where they basically told her that there was no updates on the location of her mother. It was stressful enough having had to deal with her a couple weeks ago in person, but the fact that the police still had nothing was even less helpful. All Molly wanted to do during the entire meeting was go home and make herself a drink. She was supposed to meet up at her gym and train for her upcoming MLC fight, but she had absolutely no desire to. Partially because of how uninterested she had become in anything other than wrestling lately, but mostly because of how done she was with this day. She just wanted to drink, relax, and forget about any of her problems.
Sam stared at her, frowning. ”Isn’t it a bit early to start drinking?” she asked.
Molly looked over at the microwave, which said 11:18 in the morning. Molly shrugged and took a sip of her drink. “It’s five somewhere. Besides, it’s not like I’m knocking down shots right?”
“I guess…” Sam said, hesitantly. She just sort of stared at Molly for a few moments, before shaking her head clear and leaning up against the counter as Molly did the same somewhat across from her. “Just don’t want you getting hammered and me having to deal with your drunk ass.”
Molly laughed. “Oh come on, you’ve never even seen college Molly level hammered, you don’t even know what it’s like!”
“No, but I’ve heard the stories and seen the videos,” Sam shot back, smiling at Molly. “If that’s what I’d have to deal with, nuh uh no way. See you later.”
Molly once again laughed as she thought back to her college days. So many nights that she didn’t remember, waking up under an overpass or in the middle of a park. She wasn’t proud of it, but she also would never try to hide it. It helped shape who she was today, and she would never forget that. She turned back and looked up at Sam, “Yeah yeah, don’t worry. I barely drink anymore anyways. I just don’t have time anymore, plus I don’t want to fall back into my old habits.”
“And drinking at eleven in the morning isn’t old habits?” Sam asked.
Molly shook her head, “No, no, I’m not drinking to get drunk. I just need a drink to help take my mind off my stupid mom and relax me a little.”
Sam nodded her head along with Molly, “Uh huh. Well as long as you’re in control.”
“I am, don’t worry,” Molly said as she quickly finished her drink. She had no intention of falling back into her alcoholic ways, she just sometimes needed a drink and she wasn’t going to stop herself from doing that. Molly suddenly stood up quickly from her leaning position. “Hey, let’s go to the Pier!”
Sam looked at her with a mix of confusion and intrigue. “Right now?”
“Yeah, I wanna ride the scrambler and go to Bubba Gump.” Molly said, already making her way towards the back door of her house.
“Ummm, yeah sure I guess.” Sam quickly followed behind, grabbing her purse off of a table and shutting the door behind her as they stepped outside.
The two women walked through Molly’s backyard and stepped onto the beach behind her house. It wasn’t too crowded, but it rarely was at this time of day. In about three maybe four hours, it would be jam packed. Especially since it was so sunny out. But for now, they had a pretty quiet walk along the path. They walked in silence for a few minutes as they made their way towards the pier, before Molly eventually blurted out, “God damn I fucking hate my mom so much.”
Sam looked at her, sensing that Molly might be on the verge of a breakdown if she didn’t do something. She was well aware of everything that Molly’s mom had put her through, and the lasting effect of it all. “Hey, hey, let’s talk about something else. Gold Rush Rumble, that was pretty awesome right?”
Molly sighed as she tried to focus on her night a week and a half ago. “Yeah it was pretty good I guess,” she said, “I was happy with how I did even if I didn’t go quite as far as I wanted to in the rumble match.”
“Still though, you made it what, twenty minutes or so? That’s pretty good especially since you came in late so it was all the best wrestlers in the ring right?” Sam asked rhetorically, “Plus, you had already won a match earlier so the fact that you did so well is even more amazing!”
Molly smiled to herself. It was nice to hear someone finally acknowledge that she actually did well at Gold Rush Rumble. “Thanks, it’s nice to finally hear someone say that.”
“What do you mean?” Sam questioned.
Molly sighed again as she thought about it. “Well it’s just like, I’ve been here for three months, and I don’t think anyone has even once seriously congratulated me or really acknowledged that I’ve been successful here,” Molly said, turning to look at the blank ocean beside her. Not one single boat within sight. Fitting. “Like especially at the Rumble. There were a lot of people who got praised that deserved it, don’t get me wrong. Annie winning her title, Tony and Johnny for winning the Rumble, even that fuck Zero, they all deserved the praise they got. But like, not one single person said anything to me. I won a match with three opponents in it, and then lasted over twenty minutes in the Rumble, got an elimination, did some damage to a lot of people, and then only got eliminated when the two winners double-teamed me.”
“Well technically, you co-won that first match,” Sam interrupted with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Molly smiled at this but continued on, “Yeah well you know what I meant. Co-winning is still winning. But I did all that, and not one single person said anything to me about what I did. I don’t know that I got one single ‘good job Molly’. I think the most I got was Annie saying ‘you too’ after I congratulated her on winning. But still. I’m not asking for people to heap praise on me like I won a title or something like that. But like, just one person saying good work Molly would have been nice.” Molly’s voice trailed off as she looked out over the water again. She hated that she cared this much about what people thought about her. But she just couldn’t stop it. Ever since she started wrestling, hell, even before that, there was only one thing Molly feared. People could love her or hate her and she wouldn’t care. But it was being ignored that scared her the most. The empty feeling of nobody caring about you at all. A small part of her actually enjoyed when Zero called her shit and insulted her, because at least it was someone paying attention to her. Someone who cared enough to actually acknowledge her. Molly knew that wasn’t entirely the case for her, because she did have people who cared about her. But she still had moments like this where she just felt like shit.
“Well who cares what anyone else thinks?” Sam suddenly spoke, interrupting Molly’s thoughts and bringing her back to the real world. “People are so concerned with themselves these days, even if they pretend not to be. You shouldn’t need anyone’s approval to feel successful, other than your own.”
“It’s not so much I want people’s approval, I just wanted to feel like even just one person cares about me,” Molly said.
“Well...I care about you,” Sam said, with a more serious tone this time, “Even though she can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, Annie cares about you. Melody cares about you. Dom cares about you. Josh cares about you. Lots of other people care about you Molly. Sometimes people can be dicks and not show it but it doesn’t mean they don’t care. You just need to keep trucking forward and eventually people will catch up”
Molly nodded her head in agreement, as she knew Sam was right. “I know. Sometimes I just get into my own head about these things. Plus this whole past couple of weeks has really brought me down a bit. I don’t know. Just going through a funk I guess.”
“Well just look forward. You get a match against Nero on Saturday right? That’s pretty exciting!” Sam exclaimed.
Molly smiled as she thought about it, trying to distract herself from the sadness she had been feeling all morning. “Yesss, I’m pumped for that. I love Nero so much.”
“But can you beat her? I mean, you two basically tied last week,” Sam asked as the two girls finally arrived at the Pier and started up the steps.
“Well I guess we’ll find out. But after we both won at Gold Rush I figured that we’d probably get a match in the future to sort of wrap that up, get a final winner sort of thing. So I’ve been excited for that ever since the Rumble ended. Nero’s awesome, she’s talented, she’s fun to wrestle, and she’s a huge challenge. So beating her isn’t going to be easy, but I know what I can do in that ring. And I know that I can beat any wrestler on any given day. So I know that if I go out there and just do what I do, then I have a chance to beat her.” Molly always had confidence in her abilities in that ring. Even going against a top star she always felt like she stood a chance. Gone were the days of her being a green rookie who relied on athleticism to win her matches. She was a straight up wrestler now, and she knew what she could do in the ring. It didn’t matter who it was against, she knew she could compete with anyone. Nero was no exception. She was a fantastic wrestler that Molly had tons of respect for. She wasn’t going to be taking her lightly by any means. Molly knew she’d have to work her ass off to beat Nero. But she was still confident that she had what it would take to walk away victorious.
“Well maybe I’ll come watch. Maybe. But probably not. I like watching from your couch more anyways,” Sam teased as Molly fake punched her shoulder., “Ow!”
“Suck it up you baby. Come on, let’s go on the scrambler first so I’m not throwing up shrimp on it later.” Molly laughed as the two of them approached the Pacific Park entrance. Hopefully this day would help distract Molly from her mom and all the other things she was feeling. At least for a little bit. That’s all she needed.
April 28th, 2016
*ON CAMERA*
The screen flickered on to a shot of Molly Reid sitting at a chair. She was wearing a Biggie Smalls t-shirt and smiling as she stared into the camera before starting to talk.
“Hey guys! Ready for some Molly time? Well you better be, or else why would you be watching this, right? But yeah anyways, can we talk about the Gold Rush Rumble? What an incredible night that was. So much happened. Like Annie winning the Mid Atlantic Legacy Championship! I’m so happy for her, with all the shit she had to deal with from Izzy, to be able to beat her and win the title is pretty amazing. And even though I don’t like him, Zero won the World Championship which is pretty huge. And again, don’t like them, but Tony and Johnny won the Rumble, which is incredibly impressive considering all the talent that was in that match. But yeah, the whole night was so awesome that I had to go home and watch it all again, just as a fan. That’s how much I enjoyed the night, and I can imagine everyone watching me right now probably felt the same.”
Molly thought back to how she did personally. It wasn't the best performance ever by any means, but still she was proud. She competed and held her own against some of the best, so she had nothing to be ashamed of.
“And as for me, well, I was pretty proud of how I did. Co-winning the fatal fourway with Nero was pretty awesome. Especially because we got to make Danny tap out. I know Nero wanted to go in there and teach him a lesson, and I sure as shit did too. So I think we did just that, making him tap out to both of us at the same time. Don’t think he’ll be wanting to fuck with us again for a while now. But I won’t lie, I was fairly tired after that match. And I didn’t want my muscles to seize up and then have to start all over again for the Rumble match. So I literally went backstage and just ran around until it was my time to enter. And once I was in the ring, I knew I could just let it all go and not have to worry because I could rest after. And that’s what I did. Just didn’t think about anything and just went all out. And I think I did pretty well. I mean obviously I would’ve liked to have lasted longer and maybe even have had a chance to win. But I don’t consider what I did to be any kind of a failure. I wanted to go into that match and make my presence felt and show everyone that I can hang with the best of the best.”
Molly thought back to the match. She got in there and pretty quickly eliminated Sara Cochran. After that she took a lot of damage from the likes of Izzy and others, but she managed to do some damage of her own. It wasn’t her best performance ever, and she knew there was a lot she needed to work on. But that was wrestling. There were always things that needed work, and Molly knew that.
“I mean, I got an elimination, I survived some others. I managed to get some shots in on a bunch of people, and I took some punishment from some incredible ones too. And then it took both Tony and Johnny together to eliminate me. And those were the two who ended up winning the entire thing. So I don’t think there’s any shame in being eliminated two-on-one by the eventual winners of the match. They showed me a lot of things that I need to work on, and so when I step back into that ring, you’re going to see an improved Molly Reid.”
Molly smiled again as she thought ahead to her upcoming match. She had now been in three straight matches with Nero, so she knew just how good she was. But this was a chance to show that she was the best wrestler in their match at Rumble. She knew that she could beat Nero, but she also knew that Nero could beat her. So she had to make sure that she was absolutely ready to go when they squared off.
“I’m pretty pumped to go up against Nero this week. After what happened at Gold Rush, with both of us winning, I think people want to see one final winner. And FGA was awesome enough to grant people that wish. So now it’s up to me and Nero to deliver. We’ll get to go head-to-head to see just who the better wrestler is on Saturday night. This match is another chance for me to prove to everyone that I can be great here in FGA. It’s another chance to show the world that Molly Reid is for real. Despite plenty of people thinking the contrary.”
Molly’s face crinkled as she frowned, thinking about the fight she had on Twitter with FGA World Champion Zero McHannon the other night. While it was just him fighting, she knew there were others who felt the exact same way as him.
“I didn’t want to spend any time talking about what Zero McHannon, but he really gave me no choice this week. When he said that my match with Nero was going to be the worst one on the show, I couldn’t just let it go. Because Zero can say whatever he wants, but the fact of the matter is, he’s wrong. Nero and I are not terrible wrestlers. We’re not one in the same. We’re not going to put on the worst match on this show. Some people will say that they don’t care when someone says something like that, and that it doesn’t bother them. But not me. I do care about shit like that. I don’t like people lying and trying to discredit my name like that. I’m not going to just sit there and let Zero talk shit about me like I’m nothing. Because to be honest, all I’ve done since I came to FGA is prove that I’m not nothing. I lost in the Rumble match, along with twenty-seven other wrestlers. I lost to Ricky Valero in an extremely close match in just my second match back from my hiatus. That’s it. Those are the only two losses I have here. Maybe I haven’t fought the best of the best. But people like Mark Storm, Danny Diamond, they’re not pushovers by any means. They’re talented in that ring and nobody can deny it. I even beat the two guys who are fighting for the World Championship at All-Star Showdown in Tony and Johnny. And you know who helped me beat them? The very girl that I’m going to battle with this weekend. So don’t sit there and say that Nero and I aren’t shit, because that’s just a straight up lie. I may not be at Zero’s level yet. In fact, I know I’m not. He’s the FGA World Champion. As much as I don’t respect him personally, I absolutely respect and look up to his wrestling talents. That goes for a lot of wrestlers here in FGA. But just because I’m not at your level yet, doesn’t mean that I can’t be. Doesn’t mean that I can’t give you a run for your money. This goes for everyone in FGA. I know what I can do in that ring and I know that I can compete with anyone in this company. Anyone.”
Molly nodded in self-confidence. She absolutely believed that. There was not one person in all of FGA that Molly didn’t think she had the talent to beat. Not one.
“Nero, talking to you now. We’re going to have our match, and it’s going to be amazing. We don’t have to go out there and prove shit to people like Zero, because he’s just plain wrong. You and I both know how good we are in that ring. You and I both know that we’re going to put on one hell of a match this Saturday night. We’re going to put each other through hell in that ring. I’ve been ready to do that ever since this match was announced. I’ve seen you up close. I know just how talented you are in that ring. You may not be as experienced as some people, you may not be able to do the same things that some people do. But there are a lot of things that you can do that nobody else can. I have so much respect for what you do in that ring, and that will never change. I know you’re not going to hold anything back on Saturday, and I sure as shit am not going to keep anything from you either. I’m going to get into that ring and throw everything that I possibly can at you. And I’m going to try to take everything that you throw at me too. It won’t be easy, but I know that my best can beat anyone in FGA on any given night. Hopefully this Saturday night, by best is enough to beat Nero’s best. But no matter what happens, this is a match that everyone is going to want to tune in to. It’s going to be something else.”
Molly grinned one last time at the camera, before reaching off screen as everything cut to black.
