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Dec 22, 2016 20:48:13 GMT -5
Post by bmac on Dec 22, 2016 20:48:13 GMT -5
December 3rd, 2016
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“Fuck this,” Molly exclaimed as she looked at the top of her head in the mirror. She had pulled her hair to the side so that she could properly see the stitches that were holding her head together. This would be a likely-permanent reminder of the damage that Evan Envi did to her when he viciously attacked her with a camera at Vertigo last week. Molly had gotten a call about meeting some of the FGA brass at the arena, even though she had been suspended. After months of Envi interfering in her matches, she figured they had finally got the message and wanted to help her rectify the situation. But after what had happened, she wasn’t convinced that there was a meeting at all.
“Looks like shit,” Molly’s friend Ashley Borden said as she closed the door to Molly’s condo behind her. The two had just gotten back from the hospital, where Molly had gone for a check-up on her stitches. If everything stayed on track, they’d be healed enough for Molly to still be able to defend her Pride Championship at Final Frontier. “At least it won’t take too long to heal up.”
“Yeah, I’ll just have to wear a beanie to cover it up or something,” Molly said, chuckling to herself as she thought of the suggestion from Annie, who had done the same thing to cover up her own wound. “Thank god I don’t have a shortage of those.”
Ashley laughed, as Molly glanced down at her phone while trailing off. It flashed with a notification from twitter. Evan Envi tweeting at her, trying to antagonize her. Molly hated that she cared so much, but she couldn’t help it. He was in her head, and he was letting her know. Molly whipped her phone into the couch. It bounced off and landed hard on the floor, alerting Ashley.
“Uhhhh...okay?” she asked, confused.
“I just fucking hate him!” Molly spat angrily. “Why did he pick my life to ruin?! Why do I deserve this?!”
Ashley walked over to Molly and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Hey. Stop. Don’t even worry about why. Evan’s a bitch. He chose you because he knew you’d be champion and he wanted to coast off you. Now he’s mad that you didn’t let him.”
“It’s just fucking pissing me off now,” Molly said angrily. “Like not only is he costing me matches, but now he’s attacking me backstage like that, trying to seriously injure me. Where does it end?! And why won’t FGA do anything?!”
Ashley stared at Molly for a moment. “You’re asking the wrong questions Molly. Who knows why FGA won’t do things, who knows why they do anything. But stop worrying about it and start worrying about what you’re going to do to get revenge on Envi.”
Molly turned away for a moment, glancing at her Pride Championship sitting on a mantle on the wall. “Beat him and defend my title.”
Ashley shook her head. “No. Come on Molly. I mean what are you going to do next week on Vertigo? He attacked you with a camera, he split your head open, he put you in the hospital for days. This isn’t something that you just ignore.”
“I don’t know Ashley,” Molly said, looking away again. “You know how I feel about doing that kind of shit. I like to do my talking in the ring. What good would it be to sink to his level like that?”
“Are you seriously still going with this?” Ashley quizzed. “Do you really expect me to believe that you seriously don’t believe in an eye-for-an-eye in this business? This is wrestling Molly! It’s not sinking to his level, it’s getting revenge!”
Molly paused for a moment, trying to find the words to say. “It’s just...I don’t know Ash. I don’t want to be the kind of person that’s known for taking cheap shots and doing stuff outside the ring. I can’t explain it, I just don’t want to be that person.”
“Can I be honest with you for a second Molly?” Ashley asked.
“Of course.”
“I think you’re putting on a front and I don’t think you even realize it.”
Molly stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“Molly, I love you, but you have a real problem with people who don’t like you. You desperately want everyone to like you. To a fault. I don’t know if it’s because your dad died and your mom’s a cunt and you just want everyone to love you but it’s a serious problem you have.” Ashley explained. “I mean look at some examples. Izzy claimed to hate you, so you’ve been working on trying to get her to like you. Zero? Dude’s a waste of space and yet you keep tweeting at him trying to get his attention like you want his seal of approval. Same with Tony. You can’t accept that these people just want to hate you and that’s fine, it’s not your job to make everyone like you. And it’s not something you should care about! Who cares if not everyone likes you!?”
Molly tried to form a response, but nothing came out. Deep down she knew Ashley was right. She had always known she had a problem with people not liking her. While she had never associated with her dad’s death, it made sense. She didn’t really like to think about it all. But Zero, Izzy, the whole thing was true. Even though Molly really didn’t want to care, sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. “Ashley I-”
“I mean look at your friends,” Ashley cut her off. “Me. Annie, Katie, Fel, Laurel, Dom, Marissa, Ashley? You ever think it’s weird that all your closest friends don’t give a shit who likes them? They do whatever they want if they believe in it and don’t care what others think of them. There’s a reason you’re friends with all of us.”
“I just...I tried being that way before, remember?” Molly said, harkening back to her early IWF days. “I did whatever I wanted in IWF and didn’t care what people thought of me or if they liked me.”
“And you became world champion.”
“Yeah, but it almost killed me. I was on a dark path and it almost cost me my life and I knew I couldn’t keep putting on that front anymore,” Molly spoke softly.
“Molly, your drinking almost killed you. Who you were as a person had absolutely nothing to do with that.” Ashley said with a stern expression. “I’ve known you for a long time Molly. That person back then wasn’t a persona you put on. This, what you are now, that’s the persona. Stop saying it almost killed you because you and I both know it didn’t.”
Molly sighed, “Look, Ashley. I appreciate what you’re trying to do but you weren’t really there when it got really bad. It wasn’t just the drinking-” Molly was cut off as Ashley slapped her across the face. It wasn’t hard, but it definitely caught her off guard. “What the fuck?!”
“Hit me back!” Ashley exclaimed, “do something! Get angry!”
“Ashley what the fuck are you doing?” Molly said as Ashley hit her again, though Molly was able to block most of it this time. “Stop!” Molly said as Ashley started using both hands now.
“Why do you care so much?!” Ashley yelled. “Why do you need to be liked?! Why does it matter to you?!” Ashley continued to slap and swing at Molly, who was just covering up. Ashley continued to do it, hoping Molly would eventually snap. It didn’t take too long.
Molly finally had enough. She reached up and smacked Ashley across the face before grabbing both of Ashley’s wrists to stop her. “I’m scared okay?!” Molly yelled. “I’m fucking terrified of being alone! My mom left me, my dad died, you left, Dom dumped me, Mia dumped me, I’ve been alone for too much of my fucking life. I don’t want to end up alone so yeah. Maybe I do care too much. But fuck it Ashley, I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Molly’s voice trailed off as she got to the end of that sentence, and she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. She looked up at Ashley, who was just staring at her. Eventually, Ashley wrapped her in a tight embrace. Molly buried her head in Ashley’s shoulder and hugged her back.
“I’m sorry Molly.” Ashley said as Molly silently hugged her. “I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you. But I’m not going anywhere. Annie, Fel, Dom, Katie, all of us. We’re not going anywhere. We love you Molly and we’ll always love you. Don’t you dare think for a minute that you’re going to be alone, ok?”
Molly nodded into her shoulder. She sniffled as she thought about her dad. He was the biggest reason behind all of her issues. If he had never died, Molly knew she’d be fine. But life had other ideas.
“Look Molly. I know things can really suck sometimes. But you need to stop being something you’re not. You need to stop caring about these things. The Molly I met way back when would’ve hated what you’ve become. I want to help you fix things. Will you let me help you?”
Molly nodded her head into Ashley’s shoulder, still not wanting to look at her. She did want help. She wanted to not care about what everyone thought of her. She wanted to be able to do things and not care if people would hate her for it. She just wanted to live life like she wanted to and not how she thought others might want her to.
“Good. First thing you need to do is get Envi. And I have an idea.”
December 22nd, 2016
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The camera flicks on to a shot of Molly Reid. Absent from her face is her usual smile, replaced instead with a serious, almost angry look. She has her FGA Pride Championship resting on her shoulder as she begins to talk.
“Hey y’all. It’s been awhile since I talked to everyone like this so I'm not gonna waste any time. First thing I want to do is address what happened at the last Vertigo.”
“Yeah, I attacked Evan Envi. I smashed him in the face with my Pride Championship. And I really really wanted to cave his head in with my foot and that car. But alas, not all of my dreams could come true that Saturday night. But I’ve had people ask if I regret what I did. That maybe I should’ve just saved everything for this match. Why sink to Evan’s level like that? But here’s the truth. I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. If Envi had never attacked me like he did, then I could’ve left it. But he brought this outside the ring. He made it very clear that he wanted this to go well beyond just a wrestling match. So I followed him. I’m not sinking to his level, I’m just meeting him where he wants to go.”
“Recently a close friend told me something that I’ve battled with for a long time. I’ve always been too concerned with what people think of me. She says I’ve been putting on a show for the past couple of years, trying to find a way to make everyone like me. And while maybe not all of that is completely true, she’s mostly right. I’ve spent way too much time caring what other people think about my actions. It’s something I’ve had a hard time accepting, but it’s something that I need to stop doing. I can’t worry about who likes me or who agrees with what I do or say. Because there will always be people who don’t like it, no matter what. It’s impossible to make everyone happy, and it’s stupid to even try. I need to focus on making one person happy. Me. If I’m happy, then it doesn’t matter what other people think. Some people will like me, sure. And others won’t. But that’s ok. Take Vertigo for example. I wanted to break Envi’s face with my boot and my belt. I didn’t care if Joe Everyfan wanted me to, I didn’t care if my friends wanted me to. All I cared about was that I wanted to, and so I did it. And it felt great.”
“When I first started in wrestling, I never cared about what anyone thought. I just went into that ring and I beat the hell out of whoever was standing across from me. And I was damn good. I don’t like bragging but if I had been able to stick around, I could’ve gone down as the greatest IWF wrestler in company history. I won the Queen of Wrestling title in my third ever match. I only lost it in what amounted to a two-on-one match in which my partner did nothing except get pinned. But then I immediately began my quest for the IWF World Championship. Something no woman had ever done. Not Blyss Lockhart, not Tiffani Michaels, not Anna Stone, not Alison Williams, not Jaci Sovereign, nobody. But guess what? I did it. Four months in IWF and I was never pinned, and became the first-ever female IWF world champion. Because I didn’t care what other people thought. If a belt needed to be stolen, I stole it. If someone needed a chair shot, I obliged. I did things because I knew that they would help me succeed. But when my drinking almost ended my life, plus my injuries sustained in that ring, I had to take a break. And I somehow convinced myself that I needed to change who I was, that I needed to be nicer and that my bitchy do-whatever-I-want personality was just a front. But it wasn’t. And it’s taken me until now to realize that. I don’t need to please everyone. I’m going to do what I want to do and if you don’t like it then that’s too bad. Because this is my life and I’m going to live it like I want to.”
“Now. Evan fucking Envi. How’s the face buddy? The jaw? All good? Hope it hurts forever so you always remember what I did to you. I only wish I could’ve done more. Nobody can really feel sorry for you though. I warned you that this would happen if you kept it up. You had plenty of chances to stop, knowing the consequences of continuing. But you kept it up. Clearly, you wanted this. You wanted this Molly to come out. Probably wish you had just stopped huh?”
“Look Envi. We’re finally here. After months and MONTHS on you tormenting me, you finally get your chance to wrestle me in the ring for my Pride Championship. If this was your goal from the beginning, then I applaud your persistence. But it was foolish. You’ve pushed me to a point that I haven’t reached in a long time. Even thinking of you makes me shake with hatred and anger. Look!”
Molly lifts her arm close to the camera, and sure enough, her arm is shaking.
“You’ve been trying to ruin my career for fucking months! Costing me match after match. Karma, Cannon, your attempts with Fujiko, every single match I’ve been in since fucking August you’ve tried to get involved in. You’ve tried your hardest to ruin any chance I had of ever winning a match in FGA. What did you think was going to happen?! I wasn’t going to just let you keep doing this, especially when it became clear that FGA wasn’t going to step in. So I kicked you in your goddamn jaw. I smashed your face with my belt. And I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I fucking despise you Evan Envi. I’ve never wanted to get into a ring and just beat the ever-living shit out of somebody as badly as I want to to you. I’ve got months, MONTHS, of pent-up hatred that I’ve been chomping at the bit to unleash on you.”
“Last time we wrestled, you beat me. Fair and square. You were the better man that night and you won. I underestimated you. I thought you were scared and trying to throw me off my game. But really you’re just a fucking lunatic who’s obsessed with ruining me. I won’t underestimate you again. I won’t make the mistake of thinking you’re scared of me. But this match won’t be the same as last time. FGA finally did something good, and it was better than I could’ve ever hoped. They made this match no-disqualification. When I found that out, oh man was I excited. See Envi, I got my start in a company that was just pure violence. My third ever match was a steel cage match with weapons hanging on the wall. I’ve been slammed through a wall, I’ve been thrown off scaffolding, I’ve been smashed in the face with a metal pot, I’ve taken a baseball bat to the stomach so hard it ruptured my spleen. And I still won that match. I’ve been through any kind of violence you can possibly think of, and I’ve dished out even more of it. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you in this match. I could smash you through a flaming table if I wanted to, because it’s all allowed! You made this match more personal than it ever needed to be and now I’m going to make sure you pay the fucking price.”
“Because I’m your Pride Champion. As much as you like to say otherwise Envi, I am YOUR Pride Champion. I didn’t cheat my way to this title, I didn’t luck my way into it. I beat YOU and three other wrestlers for the chance to fight for this title. Then I beat Fujiko fair and square for this title. Even when you tried to get involved and cost me this match, I still beat her. I rightfully earned this championship and nothing you say will ever take that away. And it doesn’t even matter what you’re going to say about this. I could talk about you. I know you’re actually a talented wrestler. I know you have a tenacity in that ring that I’ll need to step up my game to overcome. I know you won’t go down without a goddamn fight and that I’ll have to throw everything I possibly can at you to keep you down. But this isn’t about you. This is about me. This is my championship and I worked my fucking ass off to get it. I’m sure you’ll have lots to say but honestly, I can’t even think about that. All I can do is control what I do in the ring. So say what you will Evan Envi, but this is my time. This is my Pride Championship and I’m sure as shit not going to let you come in and take it away from me. I’d rather die than lose this championship to Evan fucking Envi.”
“I’ve worked too damn hard to lose my title on my first defense. I’ve suffered through months of abuse at the hands of Evan Envi. Saturday night at Final Frontier is my chance to put an end to all of it. I’m going to walk into that ring as the FGA Pride Champion. I’m going to unleash months worth of hatred and anger towards Evan Envi onto him. Nothing is off-limits. Evan has pushed me so far over the edge, and now he’s going to pay the price in the biggest way possible. And after I’m done with him, I’m going to walk out of that ring as your FGA Pride Champion. Still. Whatever plans you have for Christmas Eve, cancel them and order Final Frontier. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
December 10th, 2016
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Molly stared off into the distance, watching as the car carrying Evan Envi vanished from sight. She felt Ashley place her Pride Championship belt over her shoulder, and grabbed onto it.
“Felt pretty good didn’t it?” Ashley asked, with a smile on her face.
“Yeah...it really did,” Molly replied. She wasn’t certain before it happened. Ashley had talked her into it, saying that it would make her feel better. Molly wasn’t sure she could do it. But as soon as she saw Evan, as soon as she looked at the face of the man that had been trying to ruin her career for months, all doubts vanished. She didn’t care about anything, she just wanted to hurt him any way she could. She had done that, but she wanted more. This was just a taste. At Final Frontier, Molly knew she’d be able to finally put an end to all of this.She could finish it.
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“Fuck this,” Molly exclaimed as she looked at the top of her head in the mirror. She had pulled her hair to the side so that she could properly see the stitches that were holding her head together. This would be a likely-permanent reminder of the damage that Evan Envi did to her when he viciously attacked her with a camera at Vertigo last week. Molly had gotten a call about meeting some of the FGA brass at the arena, even though she had been suspended. After months of Envi interfering in her matches, she figured they had finally got the message and wanted to help her rectify the situation. But after what had happened, she wasn’t convinced that there was a meeting at all.
“Looks like shit,” Molly’s friend Ashley Borden said as she closed the door to Molly’s condo behind her. The two had just gotten back from the hospital, where Molly had gone for a check-up on her stitches. If everything stayed on track, they’d be healed enough for Molly to still be able to defend her Pride Championship at Final Frontier. “At least it won’t take too long to heal up.”
“Yeah, I’ll just have to wear a beanie to cover it up or something,” Molly said, chuckling to herself as she thought of the suggestion from Annie, who had done the same thing to cover up her own wound. “Thank god I don’t have a shortage of those.”
Ashley laughed, as Molly glanced down at her phone while trailing off. It flashed with a notification from twitter. Evan Envi tweeting at her, trying to antagonize her. Molly hated that she cared so much, but she couldn’t help it. He was in her head, and he was letting her know. Molly whipped her phone into the couch. It bounced off and landed hard on the floor, alerting Ashley.
“Uhhhh...okay?” she asked, confused.
“I just fucking hate him!” Molly spat angrily. “Why did he pick my life to ruin?! Why do I deserve this?!”
Ashley walked over to Molly and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Hey. Stop. Don’t even worry about why. Evan’s a bitch. He chose you because he knew you’d be champion and he wanted to coast off you. Now he’s mad that you didn’t let him.”
“It’s just fucking pissing me off now,” Molly said angrily. “Like not only is he costing me matches, but now he’s attacking me backstage like that, trying to seriously injure me. Where does it end?! And why won’t FGA do anything?!”
Ashley stared at Molly for a moment. “You’re asking the wrong questions Molly. Who knows why FGA won’t do things, who knows why they do anything. But stop worrying about it and start worrying about what you’re going to do to get revenge on Envi.”
Molly turned away for a moment, glancing at her Pride Championship sitting on a mantle on the wall. “Beat him and defend my title.”
Ashley shook her head. “No. Come on Molly. I mean what are you going to do next week on Vertigo? He attacked you with a camera, he split your head open, he put you in the hospital for days. This isn’t something that you just ignore.”
“I don’t know Ashley,” Molly said, looking away again. “You know how I feel about doing that kind of shit. I like to do my talking in the ring. What good would it be to sink to his level like that?”
“Are you seriously still going with this?” Ashley quizzed. “Do you really expect me to believe that you seriously don’t believe in an eye-for-an-eye in this business? This is wrestling Molly! It’s not sinking to his level, it’s getting revenge!”
Molly paused for a moment, trying to find the words to say. “It’s just...I don’t know Ash. I don’t want to be the kind of person that’s known for taking cheap shots and doing stuff outside the ring. I can’t explain it, I just don’t want to be that person.”
“Can I be honest with you for a second Molly?” Ashley asked.
“Of course.”
“I think you’re putting on a front and I don’t think you even realize it.”
Molly stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“Molly, I love you, but you have a real problem with people who don’t like you. You desperately want everyone to like you. To a fault. I don’t know if it’s because your dad died and your mom’s a cunt and you just want everyone to love you but it’s a serious problem you have.” Ashley explained. “I mean look at some examples. Izzy claimed to hate you, so you’ve been working on trying to get her to like you. Zero? Dude’s a waste of space and yet you keep tweeting at him trying to get his attention like you want his seal of approval. Same with Tony. You can’t accept that these people just want to hate you and that’s fine, it’s not your job to make everyone like you. And it’s not something you should care about! Who cares if not everyone likes you!?”
Molly tried to form a response, but nothing came out. Deep down she knew Ashley was right. She had always known she had a problem with people not liking her. While she had never associated with her dad’s death, it made sense. She didn’t really like to think about it all. But Zero, Izzy, the whole thing was true. Even though Molly really didn’t want to care, sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. “Ashley I-”
“I mean look at your friends,” Ashley cut her off. “Me. Annie, Katie, Fel, Laurel, Dom, Marissa, Ashley? You ever think it’s weird that all your closest friends don’t give a shit who likes them? They do whatever they want if they believe in it and don’t care what others think of them. There’s a reason you’re friends with all of us.”
“I just...I tried being that way before, remember?” Molly said, harkening back to her early IWF days. “I did whatever I wanted in IWF and didn’t care what people thought of me or if they liked me.”
“And you became world champion.”
“Yeah, but it almost killed me. I was on a dark path and it almost cost me my life and I knew I couldn’t keep putting on that front anymore,” Molly spoke softly.
“Molly, your drinking almost killed you. Who you were as a person had absolutely nothing to do with that.” Ashley said with a stern expression. “I’ve known you for a long time Molly. That person back then wasn’t a persona you put on. This, what you are now, that’s the persona. Stop saying it almost killed you because you and I both know it didn’t.”
Molly sighed, “Look, Ashley. I appreciate what you’re trying to do but you weren’t really there when it got really bad. It wasn’t just the drinking-” Molly was cut off as Ashley slapped her across the face. It wasn’t hard, but it definitely caught her off guard. “What the fuck?!”
“Hit me back!” Ashley exclaimed, “do something! Get angry!”
“Ashley what the fuck are you doing?” Molly said as Ashley hit her again, though Molly was able to block most of it this time. “Stop!” Molly said as Ashley started using both hands now.
“Why do you care so much?!” Ashley yelled. “Why do you need to be liked?! Why does it matter to you?!” Ashley continued to slap and swing at Molly, who was just covering up. Ashley continued to do it, hoping Molly would eventually snap. It didn’t take too long.
Molly finally had enough. She reached up and smacked Ashley across the face before grabbing both of Ashley’s wrists to stop her. “I’m scared okay?!” Molly yelled. “I’m fucking terrified of being alone! My mom left me, my dad died, you left, Dom dumped me, Mia dumped me, I’ve been alone for too much of my fucking life. I don’t want to end up alone so yeah. Maybe I do care too much. But fuck it Ashley, I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Molly’s voice trailed off as she got to the end of that sentence, and she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. She looked up at Ashley, who was just staring at her. Eventually, Ashley wrapped her in a tight embrace. Molly buried her head in Ashley’s shoulder and hugged her back.
“I’m sorry Molly.” Ashley said as Molly silently hugged her. “I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you. But I’m not going anywhere. Annie, Fel, Dom, Katie, all of us. We’re not going anywhere. We love you Molly and we’ll always love you. Don’t you dare think for a minute that you’re going to be alone, ok?”
Molly nodded into her shoulder. She sniffled as she thought about her dad. He was the biggest reason behind all of her issues. If he had never died, Molly knew she’d be fine. But life had other ideas.
“Look Molly. I know things can really suck sometimes. But you need to stop being something you’re not. You need to stop caring about these things. The Molly I met way back when would’ve hated what you’ve become. I want to help you fix things. Will you let me help you?”
Molly nodded her head into Ashley’s shoulder, still not wanting to look at her. She did want help. She wanted to not care about what everyone thought of her. She wanted to be able to do things and not care if people would hate her for it. She just wanted to live life like she wanted to and not how she thought others might want her to.
“Good. First thing you need to do is get Envi. And I have an idea.”
December 22nd, 2016
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The camera flicks on to a shot of Molly Reid. Absent from her face is her usual smile, replaced instead with a serious, almost angry look. She has her FGA Pride Championship resting on her shoulder as she begins to talk.
“Hey y’all. It’s been awhile since I talked to everyone like this so I'm not gonna waste any time. First thing I want to do is address what happened at the last Vertigo.”
“Yeah, I attacked Evan Envi. I smashed him in the face with my Pride Championship. And I really really wanted to cave his head in with my foot and that car. But alas, not all of my dreams could come true that Saturday night. But I’ve had people ask if I regret what I did. That maybe I should’ve just saved everything for this match. Why sink to Evan’s level like that? But here’s the truth. I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. If Envi had never attacked me like he did, then I could’ve left it. But he brought this outside the ring. He made it very clear that he wanted this to go well beyond just a wrestling match. So I followed him. I’m not sinking to his level, I’m just meeting him where he wants to go.”
“Recently a close friend told me something that I’ve battled with for a long time. I’ve always been too concerned with what people think of me. She says I’ve been putting on a show for the past couple of years, trying to find a way to make everyone like me. And while maybe not all of that is completely true, she’s mostly right. I’ve spent way too much time caring what other people think about my actions. It’s something I’ve had a hard time accepting, but it’s something that I need to stop doing. I can’t worry about who likes me or who agrees with what I do or say. Because there will always be people who don’t like it, no matter what. It’s impossible to make everyone happy, and it’s stupid to even try. I need to focus on making one person happy. Me. If I’m happy, then it doesn’t matter what other people think. Some people will like me, sure. And others won’t. But that’s ok. Take Vertigo for example. I wanted to break Envi’s face with my boot and my belt. I didn’t care if Joe Everyfan wanted me to, I didn’t care if my friends wanted me to. All I cared about was that I wanted to, and so I did it. And it felt great.”
“When I first started in wrestling, I never cared about what anyone thought. I just went into that ring and I beat the hell out of whoever was standing across from me. And I was damn good. I don’t like bragging but if I had been able to stick around, I could’ve gone down as the greatest IWF wrestler in company history. I won the Queen of Wrestling title in my third ever match. I only lost it in what amounted to a two-on-one match in which my partner did nothing except get pinned. But then I immediately began my quest for the IWF World Championship. Something no woman had ever done. Not Blyss Lockhart, not Tiffani Michaels, not Anna Stone, not Alison Williams, not Jaci Sovereign, nobody. But guess what? I did it. Four months in IWF and I was never pinned, and became the first-ever female IWF world champion. Because I didn’t care what other people thought. If a belt needed to be stolen, I stole it. If someone needed a chair shot, I obliged. I did things because I knew that they would help me succeed. But when my drinking almost ended my life, plus my injuries sustained in that ring, I had to take a break. And I somehow convinced myself that I needed to change who I was, that I needed to be nicer and that my bitchy do-whatever-I-want personality was just a front. But it wasn’t. And it’s taken me until now to realize that. I don’t need to please everyone. I’m going to do what I want to do and if you don’t like it then that’s too bad. Because this is my life and I’m going to live it like I want to.”
“Now. Evan fucking Envi. How’s the face buddy? The jaw? All good? Hope it hurts forever so you always remember what I did to you. I only wish I could’ve done more. Nobody can really feel sorry for you though. I warned you that this would happen if you kept it up. You had plenty of chances to stop, knowing the consequences of continuing. But you kept it up. Clearly, you wanted this. You wanted this Molly to come out. Probably wish you had just stopped huh?”
“Look Envi. We’re finally here. After months and MONTHS on you tormenting me, you finally get your chance to wrestle me in the ring for my Pride Championship. If this was your goal from the beginning, then I applaud your persistence. But it was foolish. You’ve pushed me to a point that I haven’t reached in a long time. Even thinking of you makes me shake with hatred and anger. Look!”
Molly lifts her arm close to the camera, and sure enough, her arm is shaking.
“You’ve been trying to ruin my career for fucking months! Costing me match after match. Karma, Cannon, your attempts with Fujiko, every single match I’ve been in since fucking August you’ve tried to get involved in. You’ve tried your hardest to ruin any chance I had of ever winning a match in FGA. What did you think was going to happen?! I wasn’t going to just let you keep doing this, especially when it became clear that FGA wasn’t going to step in. So I kicked you in your goddamn jaw. I smashed your face with my belt. And I would do it all again in a heartbeat. I fucking despise you Evan Envi. I’ve never wanted to get into a ring and just beat the ever-living shit out of somebody as badly as I want to to you. I’ve got months, MONTHS, of pent-up hatred that I’ve been chomping at the bit to unleash on you.”
“Last time we wrestled, you beat me. Fair and square. You were the better man that night and you won. I underestimated you. I thought you were scared and trying to throw me off my game. But really you’re just a fucking lunatic who’s obsessed with ruining me. I won’t underestimate you again. I won’t make the mistake of thinking you’re scared of me. But this match won’t be the same as last time. FGA finally did something good, and it was better than I could’ve ever hoped. They made this match no-disqualification. When I found that out, oh man was I excited. See Envi, I got my start in a company that was just pure violence. My third ever match was a steel cage match with weapons hanging on the wall. I’ve been slammed through a wall, I’ve been thrown off scaffolding, I’ve been smashed in the face with a metal pot, I’ve taken a baseball bat to the stomach so hard it ruptured my spleen. And I still won that match. I’ve been through any kind of violence you can possibly think of, and I’ve dished out even more of it. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you in this match. I could smash you through a flaming table if I wanted to, because it’s all allowed! You made this match more personal than it ever needed to be and now I’m going to make sure you pay the fucking price.”
“Because I’m your Pride Champion. As much as you like to say otherwise Envi, I am YOUR Pride Champion. I didn’t cheat my way to this title, I didn’t luck my way into it. I beat YOU and three other wrestlers for the chance to fight for this title. Then I beat Fujiko fair and square for this title. Even when you tried to get involved and cost me this match, I still beat her. I rightfully earned this championship and nothing you say will ever take that away. And it doesn’t even matter what you’re going to say about this. I could talk about you. I know you’re actually a talented wrestler. I know you have a tenacity in that ring that I’ll need to step up my game to overcome. I know you won’t go down without a goddamn fight and that I’ll have to throw everything I possibly can at you to keep you down. But this isn’t about you. This is about me. This is my championship and I worked my fucking ass off to get it. I’m sure you’ll have lots to say but honestly, I can’t even think about that. All I can do is control what I do in the ring. So say what you will Evan Envi, but this is my time. This is my Pride Championship and I’m sure as shit not going to let you come in and take it away from me. I’d rather die than lose this championship to Evan fucking Envi.”
“I’ve worked too damn hard to lose my title on my first defense. I’ve suffered through months of abuse at the hands of Evan Envi. Saturday night at Final Frontier is my chance to put an end to all of it. I’m going to walk into that ring as the FGA Pride Champion. I’m going to unleash months worth of hatred and anger towards Evan Envi onto him. Nothing is off-limits. Evan has pushed me so far over the edge, and now he’s going to pay the price in the biggest way possible. And after I’m done with him, I’m going to walk out of that ring as your FGA Pride Champion. Still. Whatever plans you have for Christmas Eve, cancel them and order Final Frontier. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
December 10th, 2016
*OFF CAMERA*
Molly stared off into the distance, watching as the car carrying Evan Envi vanished from sight. She felt Ashley place her Pride Championship belt over her shoulder, and grabbed onto it.
“Felt pretty good didn’t it?” Ashley asked, with a smile on her face.
“Yeah...it really did,” Molly replied. She wasn’t certain before it happened. Ashley had talked her into it, saying that it would make her feel better. Molly wasn’t sure she could do it. But as soon as she saw Evan, as soon as she looked at the face of the man that had been trying to ruin her career for months, all doubts vanished. She didn’t care about anything, she just wanted to hurt him any way she could. She had done that, but she wanted more. This was just a taste. At Final Frontier, Molly knew she’d be able to finally put an end to all of this.She could finish it.
