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Sept 1, 2016 18:51:57 GMT -5
Post by bmac on Sept 1, 2016 18:51:57 GMT -5
August 20th, 2016
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“Fucking god dammit!”
Molly screamed as she whipped a chair across the locker room. It smashed into the wall hard and landed on the floor. She yelled again as she picked another one up and threw it as well. This one didn’t have the same smashing effect against the wall, but it skidded to a stop near the entrance to the showers. She sat down slowly and grabbed her hair tightly with her hands, as if her hair was the memory she so desperately wanted to forget.
“I was this fucking close, THIS close and he ruined it.”
The he that she spoke of was, of course, Evan Envi. He came down to the ringside in her match against Johnny Karma, very much against her will. He continuously tried to get involved, distracting Molly and breaking her focus countless of times. Then finally, she couldn’t just try to ignore him anymore. She told him to get the hell out of there, and that’s when it happened. That moment was all it took for Karma to hit her with a superkick and end the match with Hard Times.
Molly continued to pull on her hair for a few moments before standing up abruptly and starting to walk around the room aimlessly. She kicked the garbage can as she got close to it. She turned towards her friend Ashley, who had been standing near the doorway the entire time just letting Molly get it all out of her system.
“Why the fuck did I let him distract me like that?! Why couldn’t I just tune him out and let him do whatever the fuck he was doing. I should have just ignored him, but I didn’t and I lost because of it. Why the fuck was he even out there?! What the hell was he trying to do, I’ve told him countless fucking times that I don’t need any goddamn help when I’m in that ring.”
Ashley didn’t say anything. She continued to stand there and look at Molly, who was almost shaking in anger. She was breathing heavily, still tired from the match. She was even more sweaty than before thanks to this tirade. Molly clenched her fists as she took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She looked up at Ashley, who was still just staring at her. Molly looked back at her, continuing to breath deeply. Silent moments after moments passed, the only thing audible was Molly’s breathing, becoming less and less rapid and heavy with each breath. Finally, her mouth began to quiver as she looked up at Ashley, still staring at her motionless.
“Why can’t I win?”
For the first time since they entered the locker room, Ashley moved towards Molly. She opened her arms up and wrapped them around Molly, locking her in a tight embrace. Molly held her arms out to the side at first, as if not sure what she should do. But eventually, she wrapped her arms around Ashley and buried her head into her shoulder. Tears began to slowly stream out of Molly’s eyes as begins to softly cry into Ashley’s shoulder. Ashley rubs her back gently as the pain of Molly losing big match after big match over the past three years begins to finally reveal itself. The two women stand there for what seems like hours, neither saying a word. After a while, Molly lifted her head up to wipe her eyes. Ashley released her from the hug and smiled at her softly. The two women slowly moved towards two chairs in the locker room and sat down, facing each other.
“It’s been three years. Like three fucking years and I haven’t won a single big time match in wrestling,” Molly said, just staring frustratingly at the wall. “What the hell do I keep doing wrong?”
Ashley stared for a moment, the pause seemingly being used to figure out what exactly to say in response to such a tough question. Eventually, she spoke, “Look, Molly. Wrestling’s a tough sport. And you’re fighting high-level competition here.”
“Yeah but I can beat them,” Molly interjected quickly. “I know I can. If these matches were just regular matches, I could beat Karma, I could beat Annie, I could beat them. But as soon as they become important matches, as soon as they actually mean something, I fucking choke.”
“It happens. You’re just in a rut right now. I know it sucks but you’re going to get out of it. I know you will,” Ashley said reassuringly.
Molly thought for a moment, then quickly looked back at Ashley. “But how do I fix it? How do I get out of this rut. Like I can’t just keep wrestling the same way and expect things to be different. I’m not going to just magically start winning big matches by doing the same thing over and over again.”
Ashley thought again before she spoke, choosing her words carefully. “Look Molly...I think you already know what I’m going to say to that.”
“What?” Molly asked, having an idea but wanting to hear it from Ashley’s mouth directly.
“I just think,” Ashley started, “like, well, look back to your first ever IWF run. You were incredibly successful there because you didn’t give a fuck about anyone but yourself.”
“I was also drunk and depressed twenty-four-seven,” Molly added bitterly.
Ashley shook her head, “No, shut up, you know what I’m talking about. You were so good because you didn’t care about other wrestlers. There was no talk of respect, no friendliness, no hugs, none of that shit. You did whatever it took to win. Remember when you were fighting Tiffani? She was being called the greatest female wrestler in IWF history already. Everyone came in and saw you get that first title match so early on and they laughed. There was no way you were going to beat her. They called you a copycat, they called your a wannabe, a cheap imitation. All that same shit that people say about you and Annie now, they did the same thing when you were about to fight Tiffani. But with Tiffani, you didn’t give a fuck about what people said. You told her that she wasn’t shit and that you were better than her in every way. And you believed it. And you made others believe it too. Then when you went into that ring that night, you took everything she had and you beat her up worse. Steel cage, steel chairs, it didn’t matter what it was, you used it and you beat Tiffani up and you took her title. When you fought Annie, there was none of that. You hugged her, you respected her, you got mad when people said you were just like her. You tried to defend yourself, tried to argue that you weren’t. You didn’t focus on just beating her up, you were worried about what people thought. I get that she’s your friend, I get that you don’t want to ruin that friendship. But I swear to you, if the opportunity was there, Annie would’ve done whatever it took to beat you. Even if it was less than straight in line.”
Molly just sat there, trying to digest everything Ashley had just said to her. She had actually never considered the parallels between her and Tiffani early on in IWF, and her and Annie now. But Ashley was right. It was the same kind of shit being said about her then. The only difference was that everyone stopped when she shut them all up and kicked Tiffani’s ass. She couldn’t do that with Annie, and so still the insults continued. But her life was a mess back then for a lot of different reasons. She acted big and tough like that because she felt like shit about herself. She was an alcoholic, depressed, completely insecure and battling all sorts of demons. Her wrestling persona helped her hide all of those problems, helped her get away from it. She never wanted to go back to being like that because she was scared that she’d end up the same way that she used to be. “Look Ashley, I get what you’re saying. But it’s not that simple. I can’t just flick a switch and go back to being that tough bitch who did whatever it took to win no matter what. The only reason I did all of that was because I was trying to hide my real problems. It was just a front and it took me almost too long to realize that. I can’t go back to that, I just can’t. I know you keep saying I need to stand up for myself more or be more vicious or whatever. But I can’t be that same girl I was back in old IWF.”
“And I’m not saying you have to,” Ashley said, “but what I am saying is that you can pull from that. You don’t have to go out there and cheat and connive and hurt people to get to the top. But you can stop giving a fuck about other people. You can stop pretending that you’re happy even after a close loss. I don’t believe you for a second when you say something like ‘Oh well I fought her hard and it was pretty close so I’m happy with myself’. No you’re fucking not. I know deep down you’re a competitive little bitch. You don’t like losing Molly. Nobody does. But I know you especially don’t. Look at how hard you’re taking this loss? And you think that being close makes any difference? I know you don’t. So stop pretending. Stop bullshitting around the truth. You don’t want to lose. You want to win. You don’t care if you wrestle well if you lose.”
Maybe Ashley was right. Maybe Molly wasn’t being as serious as she needed to be. After all, wrestling was a combat sport. There shouldn’t be moral victories in combat. Sure it’s nice to know that you can compete with anyone in that ring. But Molly already knew that. She was already well aware that she was as good as anyone in FGA. So what good was coming close? Just reinforcing what she already knew? It was certainly a lot to think about. And Ashley was right. She didn’t need to go back to her old ways. But just start treating wrestling like it should be. Win or nothing. “I don’t know Ashley, I just can’t really think about that now. Can we just go watch the rest of the matches or something?”
“Absolutely!” Ashley nodded her head in agreement. “You’ll probably want to shower and change first though right?”
“Yeah definitely,” Molly answered. Ashley grinned as she sat down and pulled out her phone while Molly prepared for her shower. But the entire time she couldn’t stop thinking about what Ashley said. Maybe she was right.
August 28th, 2016
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The camera flickered on to a shot of Molly Reid standing on what looks like her balcony in her Los Angeles home. The beach and ocean can be seen in the background, filled with people. Molly is smiling, albeit seemingly less so than usual.
“Hey guys, been awhile. Thanks for always tuning in, even after the last couple of disappointing efforts I’ve put out in my big wrestling matches. It sucks losing every big match you get, especially when you get so close, but you guys still keep cheering and so I’ll always be grateful.”
“That match at Above and Beyond. Is there anything I really need to say about that? Probably not but I will anyways. First off, congrats first to Chandler for winning the whole thing. I would’ve liked to have wrestled him myself, but yeah. Secondly, congrats to Johnny Karma. Again, I would’ve liked to have wrestled him without any of the outside distractions, but yeah again. He fought hard and he overcame what I couldn’t so he deserved the win. Kudos to Karma. Maybe one day we’ll get to step into the ring just the two of us and do battle. Hopefully at least.”
“But let’s talk about the reason that we couldn’t get that match at Above and Beyond. Let’s talk about the reason our match went the way it did. Let’s talk about the idiot who thinks it’s his business to get involved in my life, in my career, for reasons beyond anyone’s comprehension. Evan Envi.”
“Evan, since I know you’re definitely watching this, let me talk directly to you. You need to stop. Whatever creepy obsession you have with me needs to stop now. I liked you Evan. You’re friends with Annie, with Brytain, so I never had a problem with you before. Even when you started talking to me about all that shit about hope and helping me and all that, I was just like whatever. It was a little weird but I didn’t really care because it was harmless. But at Above and Beyond, that changed. You cost me my match with Karma. You made the match seem like a sideshow to your ridiculous antics. You couldn’t let me and Karma have one real one-on-one match. You were a constant distraction, and in the end I couldn’t take it anymore. And that’s when I lost. Because of you. I should’ve ignored you, I should’ve just not let it bother me, sure. But ultimately, you cost me this match. Would I have won without you there? Maybe not. Karma’s a great wrestler and could’ve beaten me anyways. But because you were there, we’ll never find out what would’ve happened.”
“I told you point-blank to not come near my match. I told you to your face that I didn’t want your help and that I could do it myself. But you didn’t listen. You did whatever you wanted to do and you didn’t even for one second consider the effects it would have on me. And so because of you, I didn’t get a chance to fight Chandler. I didn’t even have a chance to win the tournament and get that title shot. Because of you Evan. Let me make this as clear as I possibly can. I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP. I don’t need your help. I can wrestle on my own. I can beat anyone on my own. There’s no reason for me to want or need your help. I don’t want you around me Evan. Nowhere near the ring when I’m in it. If I see you coming out to my match this week, you can bet your ass that you’ll be getting a lot more than me just yelling at you. So please, please just stay away.”
“Speaking of which, my match this week. I get to welcome Mr. Kevin Keller to FGA. This is something I’m excited about. I’ll be completely honest, I don’t really know much about Keller. I know he’s a lot bigger than me, something I’m pretty used to in wrestling. I know he’s from a famous wrestling family. I personally don’t know them, but I don’t know as much wrestling history as I should so I’m sure they’re pretty big. That means he’s been around wrestling his whole life. Another thing to watch out for. And I know he’s got some big thing about how he doesn’t need a gimmick. He actually has that saying trademarked I guess, which seems a little weird to me because if you’re trademarking something like that, aren’t you making that your gimmick? But whatever, that’s not important. I assume he doesn’t need a gimmick because he lets his wrestling do the talking for him.”
“And if that’s the case, then he’s going to feel right at home here in FGA. Because there are plenty of people here that don’t need gimmicks to succeed in wrestling. It’s actually probably more uncommon here to find someone that does have a gimmick that they use in wrestling. What you see here in FGA is what you get. And I’m going to prove that to Keller this Saturday night when we step into that ring together.”
“Because I’m not hiding behind some kind of disguise. I’m not acting like somebody that I’m not. I’m Molly Reid, and I’m always going to be Molly Reid. And Molly Reid is a damn good wrestler. This isn’t something that I need to say over and over again to convince myself it’s true. You can ask anyone who’s stepped foot in a ring with me and they’ll tell you that I’m not lying. I can hang with anyone in this company, and that includes you Keller. You want to make a name for yourself here in FGA? Well then I say bring it on. Do it against the girl who’s won the most FGA matches this year. You’d certainly impress some people if you could beat me. You’d definitely impress me at the very least.”
“But I’m just not going to let that happen Keller. See, I’ve recently suffered a pretty tough loss. In fact, I’ve suffered a handful of tough losses lately. And I’m sick and tired of it. I hate losing. It pisses me off. A friend recently told me that I need to start being a bit less nice when it comes to wrestling. And I think she might be right. I’m not here to get moral victories. I’m not here to come close but then lose to good wrestlers. I’m here to beat them. And I’m finally starting to understand what it’ll take for me to reach that. So now I’m bringing this new attitude into our match Saturday. You’re a good wrestler I’m sure Keller. But I’m not going to be satisfied with keeping it close. I’m not going to be happy with a ‘good match’ that I don’t win. I’m coming into our match with the sole goal of beating you. Whatever that takes, I’ll be ready to do. I’m ready to go as far as I need to to beat you Keller. You better be ready to do the same. Otherwise you’ll be in for a long and painful night. See you Saturday.”
Molly jokingly blows a kiss to the camera before grinning and turning around to face the beach behind her as the camera slowly fades out.
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“Fucking god dammit!”
Molly screamed as she whipped a chair across the locker room. It smashed into the wall hard and landed on the floor. She yelled again as she picked another one up and threw it as well. This one didn’t have the same smashing effect against the wall, but it skidded to a stop near the entrance to the showers. She sat down slowly and grabbed her hair tightly with her hands, as if her hair was the memory she so desperately wanted to forget.
“I was this fucking close, THIS close and he ruined it.”
The he that she spoke of was, of course, Evan Envi. He came down to the ringside in her match against Johnny Karma, very much against her will. He continuously tried to get involved, distracting Molly and breaking her focus countless of times. Then finally, she couldn’t just try to ignore him anymore. She told him to get the hell out of there, and that’s when it happened. That moment was all it took for Karma to hit her with a superkick and end the match with Hard Times.
Molly continued to pull on her hair for a few moments before standing up abruptly and starting to walk around the room aimlessly. She kicked the garbage can as she got close to it. She turned towards her friend Ashley, who had been standing near the doorway the entire time just letting Molly get it all out of her system.
“Why the fuck did I let him distract me like that?! Why couldn’t I just tune him out and let him do whatever the fuck he was doing. I should have just ignored him, but I didn’t and I lost because of it. Why the fuck was he even out there?! What the hell was he trying to do, I’ve told him countless fucking times that I don’t need any goddamn help when I’m in that ring.”
Ashley didn’t say anything. She continued to stand there and look at Molly, who was almost shaking in anger. She was breathing heavily, still tired from the match. She was even more sweaty than before thanks to this tirade. Molly clenched her fists as she took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She looked up at Ashley, who was still just staring at her. Molly looked back at her, continuing to breath deeply. Silent moments after moments passed, the only thing audible was Molly’s breathing, becoming less and less rapid and heavy with each breath. Finally, her mouth began to quiver as she looked up at Ashley, still staring at her motionless.
“Why can’t I win?”
For the first time since they entered the locker room, Ashley moved towards Molly. She opened her arms up and wrapped them around Molly, locking her in a tight embrace. Molly held her arms out to the side at first, as if not sure what she should do. But eventually, she wrapped her arms around Ashley and buried her head into her shoulder. Tears began to slowly stream out of Molly’s eyes as begins to softly cry into Ashley’s shoulder. Ashley rubs her back gently as the pain of Molly losing big match after big match over the past three years begins to finally reveal itself. The two women stand there for what seems like hours, neither saying a word. After a while, Molly lifted her head up to wipe her eyes. Ashley released her from the hug and smiled at her softly. The two women slowly moved towards two chairs in the locker room and sat down, facing each other.
“It’s been three years. Like three fucking years and I haven’t won a single big time match in wrestling,” Molly said, just staring frustratingly at the wall. “What the hell do I keep doing wrong?”
Ashley stared for a moment, the pause seemingly being used to figure out what exactly to say in response to such a tough question. Eventually, she spoke, “Look, Molly. Wrestling’s a tough sport. And you’re fighting high-level competition here.”
“Yeah but I can beat them,” Molly interjected quickly. “I know I can. If these matches were just regular matches, I could beat Karma, I could beat Annie, I could beat them. But as soon as they become important matches, as soon as they actually mean something, I fucking choke.”
“It happens. You’re just in a rut right now. I know it sucks but you’re going to get out of it. I know you will,” Ashley said reassuringly.
Molly thought for a moment, then quickly looked back at Ashley. “But how do I fix it? How do I get out of this rut. Like I can’t just keep wrestling the same way and expect things to be different. I’m not going to just magically start winning big matches by doing the same thing over and over again.”
Ashley thought again before she spoke, choosing her words carefully. “Look Molly...I think you already know what I’m going to say to that.”
“What?” Molly asked, having an idea but wanting to hear it from Ashley’s mouth directly.
“I just think,” Ashley started, “like, well, look back to your first ever IWF run. You were incredibly successful there because you didn’t give a fuck about anyone but yourself.”
“I was also drunk and depressed twenty-four-seven,” Molly added bitterly.
Ashley shook her head, “No, shut up, you know what I’m talking about. You were so good because you didn’t care about other wrestlers. There was no talk of respect, no friendliness, no hugs, none of that shit. You did whatever it took to win. Remember when you were fighting Tiffani? She was being called the greatest female wrestler in IWF history already. Everyone came in and saw you get that first title match so early on and they laughed. There was no way you were going to beat her. They called you a copycat, they called your a wannabe, a cheap imitation. All that same shit that people say about you and Annie now, they did the same thing when you were about to fight Tiffani. But with Tiffani, you didn’t give a fuck about what people said. You told her that she wasn’t shit and that you were better than her in every way. And you believed it. And you made others believe it too. Then when you went into that ring that night, you took everything she had and you beat her up worse. Steel cage, steel chairs, it didn’t matter what it was, you used it and you beat Tiffani up and you took her title. When you fought Annie, there was none of that. You hugged her, you respected her, you got mad when people said you were just like her. You tried to defend yourself, tried to argue that you weren’t. You didn’t focus on just beating her up, you were worried about what people thought. I get that she’s your friend, I get that you don’t want to ruin that friendship. But I swear to you, if the opportunity was there, Annie would’ve done whatever it took to beat you. Even if it was less than straight in line.”
Molly just sat there, trying to digest everything Ashley had just said to her. She had actually never considered the parallels between her and Tiffani early on in IWF, and her and Annie now. But Ashley was right. It was the same kind of shit being said about her then. The only difference was that everyone stopped when she shut them all up and kicked Tiffani’s ass. She couldn’t do that with Annie, and so still the insults continued. But her life was a mess back then for a lot of different reasons. She acted big and tough like that because she felt like shit about herself. She was an alcoholic, depressed, completely insecure and battling all sorts of demons. Her wrestling persona helped her hide all of those problems, helped her get away from it. She never wanted to go back to being like that because she was scared that she’d end up the same way that she used to be. “Look Ashley, I get what you’re saying. But it’s not that simple. I can’t just flick a switch and go back to being that tough bitch who did whatever it took to win no matter what. The only reason I did all of that was because I was trying to hide my real problems. It was just a front and it took me almost too long to realize that. I can’t go back to that, I just can’t. I know you keep saying I need to stand up for myself more or be more vicious or whatever. But I can’t be that same girl I was back in old IWF.”
“And I’m not saying you have to,” Ashley said, “but what I am saying is that you can pull from that. You don’t have to go out there and cheat and connive and hurt people to get to the top. But you can stop giving a fuck about other people. You can stop pretending that you’re happy even after a close loss. I don’t believe you for a second when you say something like ‘Oh well I fought her hard and it was pretty close so I’m happy with myself’. No you’re fucking not. I know deep down you’re a competitive little bitch. You don’t like losing Molly. Nobody does. But I know you especially don’t. Look at how hard you’re taking this loss? And you think that being close makes any difference? I know you don’t. So stop pretending. Stop bullshitting around the truth. You don’t want to lose. You want to win. You don’t care if you wrestle well if you lose.”
Maybe Ashley was right. Maybe Molly wasn’t being as serious as she needed to be. After all, wrestling was a combat sport. There shouldn’t be moral victories in combat. Sure it’s nice to know that you can compete with anyone in that ring. But Molly already knew that. She was already well aware that she was as good as anyone in FGA. So what good was coming close? Just reinforcing what she already knew? It was certainly a lot to think about. And Ashley was right. She didn’t need to go back to her old ways. But just start treating wrestling like it should be. Win or nothing. “I don’t know Ashley, I just can’t really think about that now. Can we just go watch the rest of the matches or something?”
“Absolutely!” Ashley nodded her head in agreement. “You’ll probably want to shower and change first though right?”
“Yeah definitely,” Molly answered. Ashley grinned as she sat down and pulled out her phone while Molly prepared for her shower. But the entire time she couldn’t stop thinking about what Ashley said. Maybe she was right.
August 28th, 2016
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The camera flickered on to a shot of Molly Reid standing on what looks like her balcony in her Los Angeles home. The beach and ocean can be seen in the background, filled with people. Molly is smiling, albeit seemingly less so than usual.
“Hey guys, been awhile. Thanks for always tuning in, even after the last couple of disappointing efforts I’ve put out in my big wrestling matches. It sucks losing every big match you get, especially when you get so close, but you guys still keep cheering and so I’ll always be grateful.”
“That match at Above and Beyond. Is there anything I really need to say about that? Probably not but I will anyways. First off, congrats first to Chandler for winning the whole thing. I would’ve liked to have wrestled him myself, but yeah. Secondly, congrats to Johnny Karma. Again, I would’ve liked to have wrestled him without any of the outside distractions, but yeah again. He fought hard and he overcame what I couldn’t so he deserved the win. Kudos to Karma. Maybe one day we’ll get to step into the ring just the two of us and do battle. Hopefully at least.”
“But let’s talk about the reason that we couldn’t get that match at Above and Beyond. Let’s talk about the reason our match went the way it did. Let’s talk about the idiot who thinks it’s his business to get involved in my life, in my career, for reasons beyond anyone’s comprehension. Evan Envi.”
“Evan, since I know you’re definitely watching this, let me talk directly to you. You need to stop. Whatever creepy obsession you have with me needs to stop now. I liked you Evan. You’re friends with Annie, with Brytain, so I never had a problem with you before. Even when you started talking to me about all that shit about hope and helping me and all that, I was just like whatever. It was a little weird but I didn’t really care because it was harmless. But at Above and Beyond, that changed. You cost me my match with Karma. You made the match seem like a sideshow to your ridiculous antics. You couldn’t let me and Karma have one real one-on-one match. You were a constant distraction, and in the end I couldn’t take it anymore. And that’s when I lost. Because of you. I should’ve ignored you, I should’ve just not let it bother me, sure. But ultimately, you cost me this match. Would I have won without you there? Maybe not. Karma’s a great wrestler and could’ve beaten me anyways. But because you were there, we’ll never find out what would’ve happened.”
“I told you point-blank to not come near my match. I told you to your face that I didn’t want your help and that I could do it myself. But you didn’t listen. You did whatever you wanted to do and you didn’t even for one second consider the effects it would have on me. And so because of you, I didn’t get a chance to fight Chandler. I didn’t even have a chance to win the tournament and get that title shot. Because of you Evan. Let me make this as clear as I possibly can. I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP. I don’t need your help. I can wrestle on my own. I can beat anyone on my own. There’s no reason for me to want or need your help. I don’t want you around me Evan. Nowhere near the ring when I’m in it. If I see you coming out to my match this week, you can bet your ass that you’ll be getting a lot more than me just yelling at you. So please, please just stay away.”
“Speaking of which, my match this week. I get to welcome Mr. Kevin Keller to FGA. This is something I’m excited about. I’ll be completely honest, I don’t really know much about Keller. I know he’s a lot bigger than me, something I’m pretty used to in wrestling. I know he’s from a famous wrestling family. I personally don’t know them, but I don’t know as much wrestling history as I should so I’m sure they’re pretty big. That means he’s been around wrestling his whole life. Another thing to watch out for. And I know he’s got some big thing about how he doesn’t need a gimmick. He actually has that saying trademarked I guess, which seems a little weird to me because if you’re trademarking something like that, aren’t you making that your gimmick? But whatever, that’s not important. I assume he doesn’t need a gimmick because he lets his wrestling do the talking for him.”
“And if that’s the case, then he’s going to feel right at home here in FGA. Because there are plenty of people here that don’t need gimmicks to succeed in wrestling. It’s actually probably more uncommon here to find someone that does have a gimmick that they use in wrestling. What you see here in FGA is what you get. And I’m going to prove that to Keller this Saturday night when we step into that ring together.”
“Because I’m not hiding behind some kind of disguise. I’m not acting like somebody that I’m not. I’m Molly Reid, and I’m always going to be Molly Reid. And Molly Reid is a damn good wrestler. This isn’t something that I need to say over and over again to convince myself it’s true. You can ask anyone who’s stepped foot in a ring with me and they’ll tell you that I’m not lying. I can hang with anyone in this company, and that includes you Keller. You want to make a name for yourself here in FGA? Well then I say bring it on. Do it against the girl who’s won the most FGA matches this year. You’d certainly impress some people if you could beat me. You’d definitely impress me at the very least.”
“But I’m just not going to let that happen Keller. See, I’ve recently suffered a pretty tough loss. In fact, I’ve suffered a handful of tough losses lately. And I’m sick and tired of it. I hate losing. It pisses me off. A friend recently told me that I need to start being a bit less nice when it comes to wrestling. And I think she might be right. I’m not here to get moral victories. I’m not here to come close but then lose to good wrestlers. I’m here to beat them. And I’m finally starting to understand what it’ll take for me to reach that. So now I’m bringing this new attitude into our match Saturday. You’re a good wrestler I’m sure Keller. But I’m not going to be satisfied with keeping it close. I’m not going to be happy with a ‘good match’ that I don’t win. I’m coming into our match with the sole goal of beating you. Whatever that takes, I’ll be ready to do. I’m ready to go as far as I need to to beat you Keller. You better be ready to do the same. Otherwise you’ll be in for a long and painful night. See you Saturday.”
Molly jokingly blows a kiss to the camera before grinning and turning around to face the beach behind her as the camera slowly fades out.
