Post by Shelley Silver on Feb 25, 2016 13:34:51 GMT
The feed distorts a bit as Sloane's voice can be heard.
Sloane: And were back...
Shelley: Cool. Let's continue.
Sloane: Alrighty. Now how about Kurt Newman? He’s making his big comeback, and he’s more than sold you short, Shelley.
Shelley shook her head, getting a good combo in.
Shelley: Of course he did. They all do. He probably looked at the card, simply saw that his competition were both female, and just ran with that.
Sloane: By the sounds of it, that’s exactly what he did.
Shelley laughed, shaking her head.
Shelley: You don’t remember me, do you Kurt? I can’t say that I am surprised. The first time we met was in the ring. It was the Insanity Cage match, where you won the International Championship. I made it into the second tier. I even had one of the big spots of the night. That jumpstarted my career.
That wasn’t the only time that we crossed paths, Kurt. Oh no. Sometime later, you came to the women’s locker room on Monday Night Brawl to talk to Ruthless Aggression about the importance of choosing sides in the little war that we had going on in EWC last year. I could have been any girl. I’ve known that all along. I walked by in a tiny pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, no bra. Made you lose every train of thought. You jumped up, pulled out a sharpie, yanked my shirt up over my head, and signed my breasts.
Oh yes, Kurt. That was me. The fangirl in me loved it. Hoped that maybe it could turn into something more. Hell, I wouldn’t mind going a round or two with you. Well, not currently. I’m sort of spoken for at the moment. Granted, the logical, mature woman in me was furious. It was degrading and demeaning. An insult to every woman in the business.
And that’s the problem, Kurt. Guys like you don’t take female wrestlers seriously. You don’t even take Ruth seriously. You just knew that she is one of the top names in the company, and you needed to make our side look good. No one can fault you there.
Here is where I can fault you, though. You take me at face value, Kurt. You even admitted to it. Openly. That's a bad idea, though. You see. I am up to one hundred and sixty pounds now. And how can someone my size weight that much? One word: muscle. I started out my career only a year ago, and about forty pounds lighter. But you see, Kurt, once I figured out what I was doing, I began working hard. Real hard. Recently, I was able to take a man larger than yourself and lifted him up on my shoulders, and slammed him down on the mat, right between my legs. Just a year ago, I probably wouldn't have even been able to do that to Olivia. Things have changed.
Now you see, Kurt, that is where you lose this match. You don’t look at Olivia and myself as competitors. Oh no, you just see us as objects. You see this as a throwaway match. That all you need to do is do a little dance with us, and you are on your merry little way to the next NJFC event as the number one contender for the Global Fighting Championship.
Shelley paused her game for the first time in the entire promo and turned toward the camera.
Shelley: Good luck with that, Kurt. I’ll see you Saturday. You too, Olivia.
She grinned with a wink, blowing a kiss to the camera.
Shelley: Until next time, Raindrops.
She begins laughing maniacally as the feed cuts out.
Sloane: And were back...
Shelley: Cool. Let's continue.
Sloane: Alrighty. Now how about Kurt Newman? He’s making his big comeback, and he’s more than sold you short, Shelley.
Shelley shook her head, getting a good combo in.
Shelley: Of course he did. They all do. He probably looked at the card, simply saw that his competition were both female, and just ran with that.
Sloane: By the sounds of it, that’s exactly what he did.
Shelley laughed, shaking her head.
Shelley: You don’t remember me, do you Kurt? I can’t say that I am surprised. The first time we met was in the ring. It was the Insanity Cage match, where you won the International Championship. I made it into the second tier. I even had one of the big spots of the night. That jumpstarted my career.
That wasn’t the only time that we crossed paths, Kurt. Oh no. Sometime later, you came to the women’s locker room on Monday Night Brawl to talk to Ruthless Aggression about the importance of choosing sides in the little war that we had going on in EWC last year. I could have been any girl. I’ve known that all along. I walked by in a tiny pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, no bra. Made you lose every train of thought. You jumped up, pulled out a sharpie, yanked my shirt up over my head, and signed my breasts.
Oh yes, Kurt. That was me. The fangirl in me loved it. Hoped that maybe it could turn into something more. Hell, I wouldn’t mind going a round or two with you. Well, not currently. I’m sort of spoken for at the moment. Granted, the logical, mature woman in me was furious. It was degrading and demeaning. An insult to every woman in the business.
And that’s the problem, Kurt. Guys like you don’t take female wrestlers seriously. You don’t even take Ruth seriously. You just knew that she is one of the top names in the company, and you needed to make our side look good. No one can fault you there.
Here is where I can fault you, though. You take me at face value, Kurt. You even admitted to it. Openly. That's a bad idea, though. You see. I am up to one hundred and sixty pounds now. And how can someone my size weight that much? One word: muscle. I started out my career only a year ago, and about forty pounds lighter. But you see, Kurt, once I figured out what I was doing, I began working hard. Real hard. Recently, I was able to take a man larger than yourself and lifted him up on my shoulders, and slammed him down on the mat, right between my legs. Just a year ago, I probably wouldn't have even been able to do that to Olivia. Things have changed.
Now you see, Kurt, that is where you lose this match. You don’t look at Olivia and myself as competitors. Oh no, you just see us as objects. You see this as a throwaway match. That all you need to do is do a little dance with us, and you are on your merry little way to the next NJFC event as the number one contender for the Global Fighting Championship.
Shelley paused her game for the first time in the entire promo and turned toward the camera.
Shelley: Good luck with that, Kurt. I’ll see you Saturday. You too, Olivia.
She grinned with a wink, blowing a kiss to the camera.
Shelley: Until next time, Raindrops.
She begins laughing maniacally as the feed cuts out.
