Post by Shelley Silver on Jun 1, 2016 21:54:16 GMT -5
Scene One: OFF Camera
May 25, 2016
The set of Thrash Into the Night
Old games
Shelley Silver sat on the steps of her trailer, going through her messages and shook her head. One of her female co-stars walked up, raising her eyebrow.Co-star: New guy?
Shelly nodded, looking up.
Shelley: Something like that, Ang. One of my opponents for next weekend is new to the company. He’s hitting on me.
Ang: Is he cute?
Shelley pulled up a picture of Gray Malone and showed it to Ang.
Shelley: He actually seems like a guy that I may enjoy hanging out with. He’s just…
Ang looked up with a smirk, handing Shelley her phone back.
Ang: He’s cute. Is he just too much not girl?
Shelley chuckled, shaking her head.
Shelley: He’s trying to hard. He keeps offering to take me from venue to venue on his private jet. He asked to escort me to our movie premiere.
Ang blinked, tilting her head.
Ang: Let me guess, he didn't bother actually asking you about those things.
Shelley shook her head once more.
Shelley: First of all, this is a slasher movie. Everyone knows that no decent slasher movie gets a big Hollywood premiere.
Ang: Exactly. And how exactly does he think you have getting from venue to venue to get to your matches, as well as getting as much filming in as possible?
Shelley: I guess that going out of your way to get details is a foreign concept to people. Maybe after my match against him and Kenzie I'll give him a chance. As long as he stops going out of his way to impress me.
Ang: Yeah, you don't seem to be the type to be impressed by fancy things. And wait… that Kenzie? Is it for the title?
Shelley: I'm really not. And yes… It is. I don't know if it’s meant as an apology for taking my title shot against Gavin away, or not. It’s not I've really done anything to deserve anything there. I've come up short in just about everything there.
Ang: Maybe they see something in you. Anyone who has seen you in the ring knows that you belong there. You have what it takes to be one of the greats. You love this. You hold it higher than a lot of things. … Even romance.
Ang smirked, walking away. Sloane opened the trailer door.
Sloane: She’s right, you know.
Scene Two: ON Camera
May 31, 2016
Random fitness center in Seattle, WA
Can’t Be Stopped
Shelley Silver sat on a bench, straddled as she pulled down the bar. The camera was focusing on her back muscles as she looked to Sloane Cameron in the mirror, who, like always, was holding the camera. She continued her reps as she began talking.Shelley: Have you ever wondered why they bother to continue doing things, especially when you get the same results? Sounds a little like the definition of insanity, doesn’t it? Strangely, that isn’t the case here.
I’m not sure how I won Rags 2 Riches, and I believe that it can be argued that I had my win against Eric Steel handed to me. That just how I feel about the subject.
She paused her reps to shrug.
Shelley: It’s not like it’s a big deal. I’ve been waiting to have a sit down with my favorite ex for months. I’ve been very open about that. Not my fault he doesn’t recognize it when someone is reaching out to him. At the same time, I’m not putting my life on hold until he decides to sit down and have an adult conversation with me. Every time he does show his face, he proves that he’s not worth that.
Shelley began pulling down harder and faster, exhaling loudly each time she pulled the bar down. After nearly a minute of this, Sloane raised an eyebrow.
Sloane: Um… Shel?
Shelley did a few more reps before letting go of the bar and spinning around, picking her towel up and wiping the sweat off of her face.
Shelley: I just wanted to get that set over with.
Sloane chuckled, shaking her head.
Sloane: It’s amazing how you can appear so dramatic, then just casually shrug things off. You even surprise me with that.
Shelley smiled, hanging the towel around her shoulders.
Shelley: Sorry about that. I am just so at peace with myself that I am able to vent a little and be done with it. No one seems to understands that. They all just stand back and expect more explosions. Sometimes, I just want to fake it to appease them, but I just don’t have it in me. I’m not a petty person like that.
She paused, picking up her water bottle, taking a drink, then dumping some over her head. She smirked and took a deep breath before continuing.
Shelley: Now… Onto my next set of matches. On Friday, I am joining up with two men that I don’t particularly care for to go up against two men that I have already beaten recently and one that I have been just dying to get my hands on. That’s happening all the way over in Belgium. Then I get my comfy overnight flight to San Jose. Hopefully, I get a good night’s rest.
On the next episode of Vendetta, I’m taking on Kenzie Rydell and another member of Angelz of Destruction in Gray Malone. It’s being advertised as a triple threat match for the Five Lakes Championship, but really, let’s call this exactly what it is. It’s a trap. Sure, they’ve been going back and forth on Twitter quite a bit, but I’m not stupid. I may not particularly care for both of my stablemates, but I’ve got their backs no matter what. I bet you guys didn’t think of that. That I am just all alone in NGW. I’m going to let you keep thinking that.
Kenzie, Kenzie, Kenzie…
Shelley sighed, shaking her head.
Shelley: You really showed your true colors at the last edition of Vendetta, didn’t you? I should have known that you didn’t think that you could do things on your own. You get little, easy title defenses while Gavin actually busts his ass, defending his title against actual worthy defenders, kicking their asses left and right. Kenzie, if you actually took the time to defend your title against more worthy contenders, you’d be losing it so quick that we’d wonder if you were secretly a double agent from IPW.
She brought her hand up to her mouth as her eyes widened in a mock gasp.
Shelley: Probably an old joke by now, I know. It still has flavor, though. So it wasn’t one of the Fruit Stripe Gum variety. Seriously, that delicious stuff has been around for decades. How in the hell have they not figured out how to create a flavor that doesn’t go away once the initial juice goes down your throat? It’s ridiculous. If Bubblicious and Bubble Yum can stay fruity in your mouth for hours, why can’t Fruit Stripe? I’m not even sure that the company that makes anything else.
Sloane looked up from her phone.
Sloane: Atomic Fireballs, Lemonheads, Trolli Gummi candies, those two for a dollar Brach’s candy bags.
Shelley blinked.
Shelley: Those are all from the same parent company? Well fuck me. Still, they could put a little more work into Fruit Stripe. Totally inexcusable.
Sloane cleared her throat.
Sloane: ANYway…
Shelley looked up.
Shelley: Hmm?
Sloane: Focus, Shelley. It’s great to see you in a better mood, but you are supposed to be talking about your match against Kenzie and Hottie Malone. All while attempting to keep things PG-13 in the ring, unless it involves blood. Though, I’m not so sure things will ever get bloody in NGW.
Shelley let out a sigh of disdain.
Shelley: It’s a shame, really. I mean, as long as it’s legit injuries, and not blading, every company should be cool with it. Well, except for the PG, kid friendly ones. Which… shouldn’t fully exist. This is supposed to be a violent sport.
Which is exactly what I plan on being with Kenzie and Gray.
Sloane: So you plan on getting turned on?
Shelley: Isn’t that typically what happens when I get into the ring? I get rough and violent, and end up needing a cold shower for two reasons.
Sloane: OK, true.
Shelley: Exactly.
Now anyway, Kenzie Rydell is a real piece of work. She plays all sweet and innocent, but then she just shows that she is only out for herself in the end. She didn’t care that she stole my title shot against Gavin two weeks ago. Not that she’d ever admit to it. If confronted about it, she’d just act all sweet and innocent, like she always does. Don’t get me wrong, she is insanely cute, but that typically spells trouble. All she has to do is flash that smile, and the inexperienced are done for. I gave her a chance, though. Because that’s what I do. I’m a nice person, but really only to an extent. First sign of things going foul, and I’m out. Kenzie didn’t even give us a chance to be tight. Sure, we hung out a little. Sure, I am totally crushing on her. But we never really bonded. Now she goes and acts like a selfish, entitled brat. Kenzie, you have done nothing good for the Five Lakes Championship since you’ve held it. If anything, you have completely disgraced it. That little snobby attitude you have about being champion for a whole thirty minutes longer than Gavin isn’t impressing anyone, honey. Booking does not make you better. The Unified title is bigger than the Five Lakes Title. Of course they went last. If anything, you should be jealous that his match rated higher than ours did. I’m fairly sure that the Unified title match didn’t have any females it in, and they certainly didn’t fight as hard as we did. But you know, top title somehow means better. I’m out to prove that theory wrong. The Five Lakes Championship is every bit just as good, if not better than the Unified title. I don’t see Kenzie doing anything to bring that glory. Neither will Gray Malone.
Being a model for as long as I was, you tend to look at others, and how they would do in that profession. Same with any form of combat sports. I don’t see you as a very combative competitor, Gray. In fact, I don’t really see you as a competitor, at all. You see, a man of your assets is just better suited as a person posing for the camera. I know because I am seeing the signs. I’ve sparred with models who believe they can hack it in the past, but they just simply can’t. Just like you seem to fit that mold, Mister Malone. You may have had years of glory over in AWA, but that was then, hun. Now you’re in NGW, and you aren’t exactly reliving your glory days. In comparison, you may as well be a completely different person. I’ve seen your list of accolades, and I’ve seen some of your older matches. Just… ever since you’ve been in NGW, you have been acting like a completely different competitor. It’s like you’ve lost it, babe.
But that’s OK. These things happen with extended age. Things catch up to you. No one expects you to be as good as you were when you started, or even five years ago. That’s just life. We can’t all be young and spry like Kenzie, nor can everyone be a ninja like myself. So come Saturday night, one of our hot losing streaks will be coming to an end, but I am sorry to tell you that it won’t be yours. Sure, I don’t have many marks in the win column here in NGW, but unlike you, I have still put on impressive matches. I’ve proved myself over and over again. I believe that they know what they are doing by putting me in this match. Where you… Honestly, Gray… I think that you are only thrown into the mix to spice things up. Make Kenzie and I both look better by putting a hardcore beat down on you. Because… we can do that, you know. Triple Threat means no disqualifications. If we wanted to, we could bring out the toys.
Oh yes, I said toys. Just… not those kind of toys, pervs. I don’t play with those toys. Not for me.
She shrugged with a smirk as she stood up and started making her way toward the locker room. She began stripping down as Sloane made sure to just get everything at just the right angle. None of the “naughty bits” showing as she made her way over to the shower. She began rinsing her body before looking toward the camera once again.
Shelley: I say that we rock the place. Gavin and Ashleigh are taking the week off, so someone has got to pick up the slack. Corey could do it, but I don’t see Dirk actually being able to keep up. I mean, seriously, how does a veteran in this business seriously not realize that wounds can be beautiful? A couple of months ago, I had my last title match at a pay-per-view in another company. The ropes were replaced with barbwire, and I had my forehead cut wide open. It was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. Because when you come right down to it, so long as you can get back up, and you’re alive, being bruised and bloodied is never a bad thing. Still, that doesn’t mean that what Dirk did was cool. Busting a girl’s jaw to… do what exactly? Prove you’re big and bad? Show that you don’t care? Somehow make yourself look better? All of the above? Sorry Dirk, you didn’t do any of that. All you did was make yourself look pathetic. Now here you are. Older than any of us, and you are putting on the junior high bully front worse than anyone else trying too hard to appear bad. At any moment, I feel like you are thirty seconds away from a hissy fit. That’s not how I roll, though. So that’s why I’m not bothering to acknowledge you anymore.
Anyway, Kenzie, Gray, and myself are setting out to really steal the show this Saturday in San Jose. I know that I can do it. Kenzie has the ability, as well. The weak link here is Gray. In your last match, when you went up against Ashleigh, you didn’t really do anything to show that you are a former champion. You know, like I had when I went up against Gavin in that same night. Heck, I gave him more of a fight than Kenzie did. Ask anyone. For someone who doesn’t have the best record, I can really put on a good show and fight my ass off. Fighting is what I do. Acting is just a side job. Just like modeling. My heart is in fighting. That’s why as much as I loved filming Thrash Into the Night, I am completely ecstatic to be done there, so I can get more time in the ring and more time to work out between matches. Doing my own stunts was a workout in itself, but it really wasn’t the same. I am still training daily. I didn’t just get myself into a wrestling promotion, and decide that my training was done. I am still learning. I am still adapting. I work to get better every day. I’m not the best. Far from it. I’m just a hard worker. I fight and I strive to get better by the day. That’s why you happened to catch me in the gym. After I’m done here, I’m going to get some lunch. Then I am going to dedicate my afternoon to sparing. Every little bit of working and training helps. That’s just how I live my life.
When Saturday comes around, the fun will begin. That’s just how I roll. I am a fighter, but I know how to have fun while doing it. I have figured out how to make a game out of my matches. I feel out my opponents quite quickly.
She turned the handles once more to cut the water off before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. She then walked over to her locker, opening it up, she continued as she got dressed.
Shelley: So me, the spoiled brat, and the has been. Damn. I have no doubts that I will come out of this Five Lakes champion. I’m just not so sure that this match is going to reach it’s full potential. Honestly, this saddens me. Every time I get into the ring, I work as hard as I can to put on a match that people are going to talk about. However, that doesn’t always happen if my opponents can’t bring it like I do. For example, I once took on John Blade. Talk about a one sided match. At the same time, even I was bored with it. So I don’t really consider it an accomplishment. Doing something that everyone else can do isn’t really something to brag about. I’m not even sure why Kenzie is. She just had to take him on. That was her first sign of untrustworthiness. When the rest of us were attempting to prove which brand was superior, she just had to ignore us and… I don’t know, Kenzie. Were you trying to prove something? I don’t get it. I mean, I know that you had explained yourself, but it didn’t seem legitimate, so it didn’t stick in my brain. Honestly Kenzie, i’m disappointed in you. You have so much potential, but you choose to squander it. You waste so much of your time whining and facing unworthy opponents. You are a disappointment to the Five Lakes division. I had called it, too.
Shelley shook her head as she zipped up her bag and made her way out of the locker room.
Shelley: Back when I was talking about the battle royale, in which Kenzie actually won the Five Lakes Championship, I pointed out the fact that she kept saying that she was going to win it for Karin and keep it in the family. In fact, that is all she seemed to want to win it for. So I called her out on it. I’m not really one to reply to my opponents promos. In fact, I don’t even tend to watch them before I do mine. I know that Gray has already done his for our match. I haven’t even looked at that. Going into our last match, where I came damn close to winning it myself, all Kenzie could talk about how none of us deserved to hold the title because we weren’t part of your little family. Honestly, I’m not so sure that you are anymore. If anything, I’m much closer to being a part of that family now. Because honestly, I may do a lot of things for myself, but in the end, when it matters, I am very selfless. I believe that we all know now that Kenzie never really was. The only thing that you are supposed to do for yourself is win a championship. Kenzie never had any genuine desire. Rather, she went out of her way to make it sound like she planned on just holding the title until Karin came back. See, here’s the thing about that. I believe that it’s rather obvious that Karin won’t be coming back until Dead Eye is at least doing better. The reality about that is we don’t know how long it’s going to take. So I have to ask you something, Kenzie. Did you just plan on having matches against unworthy opponents, giving yourself a string of easy wins, right up until it was time for Karin to come back? So you could just simply hand her her title back? Because that is what it was starting to look like. Was.
Shelley smirked, walking out the gym.
Shelley: Now you have to go against me. Gray was probably going to be just another one of the unworthy opponents. Plans have changed though. Haven’t they, Kenzie? I’m not going to roll over for you. I really hope that you didn’t believe that I was. Time to start working, little girl. You didn’t want to be known as a joke champion… Now did you?
Shelley let out an evil sounding chuckle before reaching out and cradling the camera in one hand, like as if she was putting her hand on someone’s cheek.
Shelley: I think that’s enough for now. I’m going to grab a bite to eat. I know that I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen on Saturday. I’m… just going to wait to post this until the last possible moment to post this. Can’t help but think that is why we haven’t heard from Kenzie yet. That’s the problem with NGW. Way too much reliance on rebuttals. Like you can’t possibly have a match without waiting until your opponents say something, then having a witty retort against it. I just don’t get how everyone keeps doing that. Are you just not able to talk about your opponents on your own? Is it really that important to be petty and try and start an argument? Typically, it looks immature. That’s why I don’t do it. I know that I made another little video the week that I went up against Eric Steel, but that was only because I needed to clarify something. Not that… I am quite so sure that he got it. But whatever. Like I said before, I’m not waiting on him to grow up and realizing that I have been trying to reach out to him this entire time. But I digress. Time to wrap this up.
Shelley stood outside the door to a sub shop.
Shelley: See you Saturday, Raindrops.
She blew a kiss at the camera before ending the video.